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Diversify Your Assets: Mandalorian Dominion of Ord Mantell

:: HERO of KORRIBAN ::
Moderator
Location: Drop Ship
Objective: 1
Allies: Mando'ade
Enemies: N/A
[Post: 1/20]


Chaos spread through the galaxy, and with the Primevil expanding their territory the citizens of Ord Mantell have become restless. Those who feel the government is not doing enough to rest their fears and protect their interests, have formed an organized movement to overthrow the Ord Mantell Central Authority. They have organized a base in the Avilatan area, an island well suited to camouflage their fledgling movement.

After hearing of the Rebellion the OMCA has reached out to the Mandalorians to help prevent civil war, and assure the citizens of the defenses of Ord Mantell. A strategic partnership is about to be agreed upon provided the following objectives are met.

1. Repair and rebuild an abandoned Rebel base to be used for ongoing military presence on Ord Mantell

2. Capture the headquarters of the Separatist Movement in the Avilatan area.

3. Remove all remnants of slave trade.

4. Party at The Afterburner Cantina.

Graad looked at the news through his datapad and laughed out loud on the last one. How was that an objective set by the OMCA. He knew this was put out there by someone who wanted an excuse to the to Ord Mantell for the booze, the gambling, and the ladies. Well to each there own, but there was also a job to do. On Graad's part, he was already heading to the base where there was work to be done in setting up a military base.

Medical would be needed there as well, so hopefully the base they secured would be suitable for both. Graad hated these trips at times. His riduur was with child, and this was the second time he was running off on his new aliit at the call of Manda'lor. Hopefully this would be the last before the ad came and had an excuse to remain at the farmstead to help with his aliit.

The drop ship taking him to the base, along with several others, was nearing the drop zone. Graad fixed his buy'ce and prepared for the leap below. This was going to be fun. At least he hoped it was going to be fun.
 
Normally, the restoration of a planetary system with the Mandalorians warranted Azrael's presence on a larger more big picture scale. He'd brought the Mandalorians to worlds back and forth throughout the outer rim, and even into wild space territory during his tenure while he moved through the ranks. It was a thing of pride and honor to serve with the Mando'ade and stake claim to territory - especially the territory once held in their sway. Even with the conspiracy of dark sorcerers waving their hands to realign the stars and re-purpose hundreds of system by the removal of billions of souls - the Mandalorians were still picking up the pieces. They had lost some here and there, but that was to be expected after the struggle of such a galactic threat. Normally - he'd be leading the charge, however Ord Mantell was not just any planet. The scrap heap of a world was the first planet he'd ever laid eyes on - growing up and cutting his teeth on technology, Azrael had been shaped by this planet, and while he was glad to leave it, returning only brought back those haunting memories.

The Ca'prudii had come on the far side of the fleet that carried the Mando'ade. He'd disembarked earlier to visit an hold haunt of his. While he fully expected to join the vode later on, this trip was far more personal a venture for the Mand'alor, and he preferred to visit this place in solidarity. Baking through the ashen mist and thick yellow clouds of the scrap yard's toxic exhaust, the salvager approached the docking station and set the stealth fighter down upon the landing pad. Steam vents hissed out a cloud of white smoke as the ramp at the aft of the ship lowered to the ground. Besk'ar boots clipped the surface until they placed a firm hold and purchase on the durasteel landing platform. A thick cloak obscuring his armor rustled for a moment into a settling state, obscuring most of his form, save for the bionic arm that stuck out like a sore thumb. The buy'ce easily identifying him as part of the Mandalorians shifted back and forth taking in various readings.

Years had passed on Ord Mantell since he last came here, and even a few more since he first departed. It was likely that a lot had changed, and yet for the half-blood, it hadn't changed nearly enough not to understand how this planet operated. The tourist attractions of casinos and taverns were the mainstay of commerce here, while the export business was linked to the massive scrap yards that took up a third of this rock. Most of Mantell was actually uninhabitable space left to decay and rot while the industrialized zones continued to pollute the planet. The agreements between that of the casino owners and the five yard foremen were a tight bond. A bond that the Mandalorians had wrestled away from their grip a while ago. The politics of this place may have changed, but the path that Azrael took from the docks towards the scrap yard was just as he had left it. Scenes of the past played in his mind while he moved into the yard itself and paused at one of the larger cranes, now out of commission. A phantom tremor claimed his left arm, until he had to physically still it with his right.

This is where he had been crafted, been forged in the fires of betrayal, pain and determination. This is where Azrael had become a Mandalorian in spirit even before he had met a single clansmen. The landscape was different, but he'd never forget the place where he'd cut off his own arm in order to survive - in the wake of something that now meant so little, and yet back then had turned his world upside down.
 

Daedel

Guest
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Location: Ship cargo bay
Objective: Wing it
Allies: Witches of Dathomir, Mandalorians
Enemies: Unknown
[Post: 1/20]


The sounds of the armor clad beings rushing like slaves to a master's heel woke her. As an Initiate in her clan she was tasked with acting as envoy and aid to the "iron skins". She blinked her caff colored eyes and sat up from her nook. The stench of beskar, CLP and sweat was on the air as it often was around Mandalorians but not as bad as it was many times.

'It must be early yet.' She thought as she stood and began rolling her blanket and checking her belongings. She would prepare and then ask for the blessings of her gods before she would take her place among the warrior people. It was a privilege to represent her clan, or so she had been told, but a Stormsister did not shirk her duty however unpleasant it may be. She was no visionary and could do little as an advisor other than keep the brutes from shooting one another. Her skills lay in more...practical areas and she would need them today.

She removed her garments as she stood in the cargo bay of one ship or another, her rancor partner still asleep beside her. The few breif looks her way were completely ignored as she began putting on her hunting clothes. Her people did not share the sense of modesty that governed other cultures and to be naked was nothing to feel shame for, however, the bay was cold, and clothing was protection from that so she dressed quickly. Her skin trousers and tunic were a dark brown that was much like the fur of the beast they once belonged to and went on first. Her belt and Maalraas bone dagger were next and rested firmly on her hips before she donned her boots. She checked her Bow and quiver of arrows with their assorted tips before she pulled her padded leather armor over her slender body and tightened the straps. Her bow and quiver rested over her shoulders and she took up her spear before she brushed her rancor's head to wake it.

The rumble from the beast earned more response than her lack of clothing had but was dorgotten no less quickly. As simple and crude as they were the "iron skins" were remarkably professional when they had a purpose. It was one of few qualities she approved of in them but it was there nonetheless. Ahe too had a purpose on Ord Mantell and it could be summed up in one word, savrips. The beings had a shaman, Ember Rekali had spoken with it once, or so she was told. She would make contact, convince the tribe to aid her people and the Mandalorians by extension then ensure the Stormsister clan had a place of their own on the world. It was an important task and one she would not fail to accomplish.

[member="Azrael"] [member="Graad Hokan"]
 

Kaveh Garshasp

Guest
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While the Mando'ade were fighting and rebuilding on Ord Mantell one surprisingly large Mandalorian with scarlet red hair and a familiarly warm smile sat with a mug of wine and his massive arm wrapped around the tiny waist of his Togrutan assistant. He was slightly drunk, she was not, in fact she was most likely angered at her employer's behavior. Weren't they here to try and get their channel played on the world? Wasn't starting up sports teams and spreading the wealth of joy and laughter and camaraderie among sports fans his dream?

He sure as hell wasn't acting like it. Not ten minutes on world and he was already speaking into the camera...drunk. As his jolly self continued yakking and laughing his boisterous laugh it was all she could do from simply placing a fist into the man's gut.

"Sam, are you even listening?" Of course she was, how could she not, being so close to him? "I said the van is waiting outside for us," he shouted again.

This was going to be a long trip.
 
:: HERO of KORRIBAN ::
Moderator
Location: Drop Ship
Objective: 1 - Rebuild the Military Base
Allies: Mando'ade
Enemies: N/A
[Post: 2/20]

The dropp ship came into place, and the hum of the engine could be heared all around as it worked hard to hover over the drop zone. Without a word, Graad leaped from the deck, and landed on the roof of the old base. The duractrete, and durasteel, building was work in places, but all the intel showed the structure was not compromised. There were vagrants, and other small remnants of the separatist movement holding out here. They would have to be eliminated before the building could be secured for rebuilding. This is what the medical units were waiting for. They had expressed a desire to not set up their stations in the middle of a fire fight.

A small contingient of other verde had joined Graad for the assignment. Their comm units were all linked, and with the vocal modulators on the buy'ce silent, they'd be able to keep conversation going.

<<<"I need the top hatch opened here. If we can't pry it, then blow it. The enemy is certain to have heard the engines of these drop ships, and the clanking of our boots on this roof. They know the Mando'ade are here, so let's show them what we are capable of.">>>

The orders were simple, and soon the hatch was blown. They moved through rather quickly, and took up positions where they could quickly take the compound if required to. Unless the order was give, they would wait, as they were the advance party. Their job was to keep the landing zone free of hostiles. Two guarded the hatch below, while the rest of the team held positions outside. The perimeter would be helpd clear, and they would not lose. Graad could only wish [member="Briika Hokan"] was there to fight with him. What an honor it would have been to have his riduur by his side for this mission.

[member="Anija Betna"] | [member="Arrbi Betna"] | [member="Kresh Danner"] | [member="Azrael"] | [member="Daedel"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"]
 

Briika Munin

Shieldmaiden of Clan Munin (retired)
Location: Ord Mantell orbit aboard the Vencuyanir
Objective: Medical support
Allies: Mando'ade
Enemy:
Post: 1/20

As the Vencuyanir reverted from hyperspace over the planet of Ord Mantell, Briika's blue orbs gazed upon the Heart of the Bright Jewel from her position on the bridge. They also were drawn to the many drop ships that were deploying from the other Mandalorian Navy capital ships already in orbit; one of them perhaps carried [member="Graad Hokan"]. Though knowing her riduur, the ver'verd would have gone in with the first wave, same as her vod'ika, [member="Kad Tor"]. Supposedly this was to be an easy put down, though when was anything easy these days.

The Mando'ade had been approached by the Ord Mantell Central Authority to aid them in quelling a rebellion in exchange for reestablishing a military base and direct trade there. Their Mand'alor had agreed and the call went out to the vode to suit up once again.

The baar'ur adjusted her beskar'gam as it didn't quite fit right anymore especially in the front as a small pregnancy bump was beginning to show. At four months along, finally the awful morning sickness was over with and life could go back to normal - well as much as it can for a pregnant woman. Though, Bree was a true Mando'ad so it was back to business as usual as long as the baby was doing well and no complications arose like the last time. So far, so good so here she was bringing one of MandalMedical's Rapid Response Mobile Surgical Unit's. The rugged Concordian didn't know that though nor did her younger brother. They may or may not be happy with her, but that was the dutiful blonde's job pregnant or not. Briika would just have to be smart about it.

For now, the RMSU (Rimsoo) would be on standby until called upon to deploy to ground either to treat the wounded and/or set up a working medical center at the base.
 
Location: Avalitan
Objective: 2
Allies: Mando'ade
Enemies: Separatists
[Post: 3/20]

The island was secluded, and the perfect olace for a base. Good thing Kad was there to blow the thing sky high. When the thought came of who to ask to blow up a base, everyone thought of Kad. He was known for always saying "P is for Plenty." The Rally Master had a team three other commandos, and they would infiltrate and obliterate. There had been no time to send a message to [member="Eliza Steele"] to see if she was at the bar she co-owned with her father. His only option was to make the explosion so big when it hit the local news, Eliza would know Kad was behind it. How did he plan on that? A single modified thermal detonator was strapped to his belt.

Kad was in full beskar'gam, green mostly, with yellow accents. The subject of his armor color never really came up with Eliza, but ironically the colors were close to those of her home. The green would certainly remind her of the world which was only a mass of ruins now.

The base was in view, but the commandos were ordered to hold back. They'd engage the enemy soon enough, but not until signaled to do so. This operation was a team effort, and when the rest of the infantry had made their move, providing the commandos with a distraction, they would move in. Today was a good day to be a verd.
 

The Scope

Guest
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Location: Aboard the Thus Unto Tyrants: Hanger Bay
Objective: 3
Allies: Mandalorians
Enemies: Slavers
[Post: 1/20]

Rayl stepped on to the catwalk leading over to a Mouse Lander. The Ship was a bit dated, and it lacked its landing pods. Still it proved its worth as a rugged ship. A crackle in his ear piece sparked before the voice coming from the bridge came in clear. "Captain. The fellows on the sensors are telling me we've got capital ships in orbit, and drop ships are landing in. Seems someones invading"?

Well that was certainly a surprise. Manteel was pretty backwater as far as Expansion Region worlds go. It was basically a den of criminals and scrap dealers. Still had some industry though. "Any idea who it is. Only three options of course".

"No idea yet. We'll scan the comm traffic. Someone will mention it sooner or latter. These kind of things hard to ignore". The comms officer put up his feet on the console. None of them were really worried. They were aboard a stealth ship after all.

"Inform me when you do. I don't need the Sith dropping in on us and our operation. Also, tell the bridge to cloak the ship. A battleship has no place in an invasion if it isn't fighting". Rayl continued on towards the Mouse, they were going to get this business done one way or another. No matter who was knocking on planets door.

"Ayy Captain. Will do".

Off near the horizon of [member="Kad Tor"]'s sight, he may have caught a glimpse of The Tyrant. Her black painted hull stuck out like a giant thorn down in the atmosphere. The Star Destroyer burst through a bank of clouds in a puffy explosion of the pink tinged stuff. The cloaking shield activated and in a short shimmer of blue energy distortion; disappeared from sight. The Mouse ship launched off while it was still in the cover of the clouds. Its destination unknown to only those aboard and a few back on the Tyrant. But really where else than Worlport could it be headed? That's where all the big shot criminals and slavers hung out.
 

Daedel

Guest
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Dramatis persona: [member="Graad Hokan"] [member="Kresh Danner"] [member="Azrael"] [member="Briika Hokan"] [member="Kad Tor"] [member="Rayl Wilded"]


Location: Ship cargo bay
Objective: Find Savrip shaman and be diplomatic
Allies: Witches of Dathomir, Mandalorians
Enemies: Unknown
[Post: 2/20]

Her rancor shook its massive head like a giant dog as she climbed unto its back and went to wait at the cargo doors. The large ship was loaded with supplies of a nature she didn't know but with these people it was likely weapons, foodstuffs and medical equipment. She laid her spear across her lap as she pulled a metal tin of face paint from her bag and began painting blue markings on her face and that of her faithful beast.

The markings applied she wiped her fingers clean on her pant leg and replaced the tin in time for the drop lights to turn from green to red. The ship shuddered and a loud thud reverberated through the durasteel frame seconds before the bay doors began to open. Hot air and dust hit her in the face like a slap as the hydraulic servos of the doors whined. Armor clad troops of more shapes and sizes than she was accustomed to began pouring out in waves as they set about securing the drop site.

Her huge mount and friend strode out behind them as she sat proudly on its back. Sun heated her pale face as she took a breath of the hot air and breifly enjoyed being under an open sky. The high grey clouds and various colors on the horizon spoke of large amounts of pollutants in the air but at least there was sky and sun instead of infinite black.

She began moving toward the lines of troops preparing for an assault and stopped for a moment to focus her power and try to divine a location of the savrip shaman. She felt power not far away, two kilometers at most, and began to move toward it. She ignored shouts asking where she was going and feigned ignorance as she crossed the barrier being set up to make way for the prefabricated base. Even armored men and women were hesitant to fight a dathomir rancor. To her surprise however she was stopped short as a large Mandalorian in black armor stepped in front of her carrying nought but a large war axe. Her rancor sniffed the air in his direction and huffed out a breath as it took a half step back.

"Behind the lines." he said his voice like rocks in a washing machine.

"I don't take order..." she began, her voice full of command and pride.

"I said behind the line!" he boomed loud enough to cause her to start at the sudden explosion of sound.

Her rancor stepped back three more steps and reared back with a rumble of concern. The rancor was obviously nervous around the big creature wrapped in armor.

"I have a mission to meet the savrip shaman." she blurted out like a caught child.

The man stopped part way from turning away and regarded her for a moment before pressing a few buttons on his gauntlet. A moment passed as he stared her down from behind that unnerving "T" shaped visor. Soon a large steal beast landed and the man scrambled onto its back.

"Carry on." he said as he waited for her to pass.

Her rancor averted its eyes as it went by the man as if recognising a dominant beast. H fell in beside them silently as she walked on her original course. It was strange but she accepted it as her only choice in the matter. She would just have to be sure she was careful while she negotiated with the tribes and not make the man-thing angry.
 
Objective 3 - Remove all remnants of Slave Trade

Satine was armed with few weapons still trying to find the strength that would carry her forward in this mission. She had left Mya in charge of Clan business while they all figured out what it was they wanted. It had been a hard choice considering all things but Satine knew her own limitation at the moment.

She wanted only to be near her riduur, [member="Nolan Detta"] . They had spent too much of their married life apart and had paid dearly for it. Now as they moved around their objective together was to remove the remnants of slave trade. They both hated slavery, and this was calm enough that Satine hoped to restore her faith in her own abilities, and bond with her husband again.
 
Post 1
Location: in the compound

~One week earlier ~

The Mad Knight stood in Sith armor on the roof top as the of the separatist leaders stood behind him. The Sith had come to lend aid for rumors of a Mandalorian excursion on the offer had grown more plentiful. Before the separatist had sent a message for assistance a Sith Knight had appeared.

"Surely the Darkside of the force knows where to send her envoys. I am here to shore up your defenses and for the inevitable attack that will occur."

It's difficult to argue with a Sith, especially one with glowing blue eyes who played with fire and had a menacing presence.

And so the Sith had done a tour of the compound, surveying barracks, weapon placements, computer programmers, and even private quarters. Then the Sith waited.

~Now~

The warnings came of the advancing Mandalorians. Standing in the headquarters within the compound dressed in black Sith armor the Knight twirled a lightsaber between his fingers as he felt the presence of the Mandalorians near.

The people in the room kept looking to him awaiting orders so they could relay them, but the man remained silent, quietly waiting for the moment to attack.

[member="Daedel"] [member="Kad Tor"] [member="Graad Hokan"]
 
Objective 3: Eliminate Slave Trade

Nolan stuck close to [member="Satine D'ulin"] as they worked their way to eradicating the slavers here. The times leading up to today had been dark ones with Satine being lost to him more than once, as well, he'd gone down a very dark path. All that was in the past and he had to focus on the battle ahead. Since he had begun training with Arumi, he felt more confident and controlled in his abilities.

"On your left riduur!" Nolan fired his rifle and took out an incoming slaver. They would have to find their niche again in order to fight a full efficiency as a pair.

"I got this one too!" Nolan twisted to the side and let loose his flamethrower on an unlucky slave trader.
 
Objective 3: Get the slaves out before the bucketheads arrive.
Location: Secret Slave Auction

Kuryr walked through the slave market and sighed, he usually avoided Ord Mantell because they always had inferior slaves to sell. Word had come of a beauty that was being stashed in one of the many slave auctions on the planet, and it had piqued his interest. He was always looking for interesting slaves to add to his collection. His club was beginning to become very popular in Balosar, he was going to have to expand soon, and that meant more slaves.

Slaves lined the walls, most of them were clothed in little, with a number painted hastily on to their arm or tentacle or whatever was available He saw a wookie standing on a corner with a number shaved into its fur. He was beginning to think that there wasn't anything special at this auction, regardless of the sheer amount of slaves and personnel around. " Kuryr, I think I have a line on the one you're looking for. Very few details have been given, she's apparently being kept in her own room. Lot number 554-B." The voice of his trusted lieutenant Chuka made him stop and turn. When they had first met she had been a slave herself, a Republic soldier that had been captured and sold off like a dog, well in her case a cat. The cathar had proven time and again that she was more than just a slave and after much debate he had awarded her freedom. She had stayed on and helped turn his motley band of pirates into one of the most successful group of raiders in the galaxy.

" Good work Chuka. Did you find anything else out?" He wasn't worried about being outbid the rest of his vanguard was scattered throughout the crowd to dissuade others from bidding against him. He was shrewd when it came to things he wanted, and this particular slave was said to be a beauty. He nodded and pulled out a cigarra from his pocket, followed quickly by a small hand torch.

The Cathar nodded and looked around to make sure no one else was near them before she continued, "Apparently this one was a slave long ago. She was rescued and only recently has she been recaptured. Rumor is she's a mandalorian."

Puffing deeply on the cigarra Kuryr blew out a large cloud of smoke and sighed, he had a soft spot for wayward mandalorians. Being a Taung himself he had been raised on the culture and all of the same ideals that they had. But he was a raider while they played diplomat, or farmer or whatever it was they were doing. He would have to change his approach completely, if she was a mandalorian, then he would ty to save her from this life, indebbing her to him. A trained mandalorian on his crew would help greatly, IF she was what they were saying she was. There was always someone looking to make their slave more attractive by adding a falsified past to the auction. He supposed it didn't matter, if she wasn't what she was supposed to be, he would just ship her off to the club. But if she was, well her knowledge could be invaluable.


[member="Anastasia Rade"]
 

Kyla Foy

Guest
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Objective 3: Kill some slayers

The young girl that already had for some strange reason a beskar'gam followed the Mandalorians into their Dominion. It was for absolutely a joy to go back to the war zone. She had trained for quite some time in her Mandalorian type weaponry, but she had yet to learn anything in the matters of the force. This was a great time for her to get some battle experience and see the tactical precision and the battle spirit of the Mandalorian. She flew around the place, not having any contact with the others as she remained within the sky.

She looked over towards the couples and nearly gagged because of that. Yuck, a love life absolutely disgusting in her eyes. She looked at the guy as the slavers were rather attacking the ground troops than looking straight up to see any of the threats.

Suddenly she extended her right hand and looked forward, "Zoom.." She had said as her armor zoomed in till she saw her target extremely clear, "Headshot!" She spoke with a happy voice, suddenly shooting her blaster from her suit straight at the slaver near the building, but after that she remained quiet and irritating like any other child could've been.
 

Daedel

Guest
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Location: Ship cargo bay
Objective: Find Savrip shaman and be diplomatic
Allies: Witches of Dathomir, Mandalorians
Enemies: Unknown
[Post: 3/20]

Side by side she traveled with the large Mandalorian, his mechanical mount as large as her rancor with teeth of a different sort. Carbon scoring and gouging from battles she could barely fathom marked its armor and matched similar tell tale damage on the Mandalorian himself. It was clear he was superior to her and if pushed he could be her death.

'It's good,' she reflected to herself, 'that he is on our side. Our side? When did I start thinking of this as a we and not just us and them...careful Dae. Careful.'

They moved quickly and soon they found something that seemed promising. A stack of rocks the size of men with markings like those found near the territory of her own people. They were in the right place. The Mandalorian waved for her to stop and seemed to be looking for something before he turned to her.

"There are Sith near the nearby city. I am needed there. You're on your own from here." He said as his mount began turning in answer to an unspoken command.

"What should I do if I have trouble." She replied surprised at her own question and silently scolding herself for aounding weak.

"Improvise and over come." He said before his beast bounded into the sky and was soon out of sight.

"Great advise." She replied sarcastically as she turned and passed between the pillars. Her rancor snorting and grumbling in its language to tell her if they were together than they would succeed. The words may not have been exact but the message was the same.

She patted her companion and continued on toward a rocky canyon that had similar markings on the entrance. The smell of dust and warm stone was strong and she watched the canyon walls for ambush. It was an excellent spot for one if one was coming and had this not been the only way she would have avoided it all together.

Sounds of rocks clattering behind her caused her to stop suddenly and her rancor could smell musk on the air. The sound that was behind her a moment ago was echoed further up the canyon and she turned to face three savrips just meters away. How such large creatures could move so swiftly and unseen was beyond her for a moment but she remembered hunting with rancors that could virtually disappear in the jungles. Looking back she saw three more behind her and knew she was in no position for a battle. She spoke words in her language and focused it into a spell of tongues then spoke to the creatures.

"I come to make peace with your chief." She said loudly enoigh to be heard and was met with cocked heads and a stir of whispered grunts before one stepped forward.

A series of sounds more suited to large animals issued from the creature's mouth as it rested a club bigger than she on its shoulder.

"Yes, I am a shaman from the iron skins that once protected this place from the fire sword ones." She replied, "They send me to offer their aid again."

It was mostly true she told herself as the large savrip, who informed her his name was something near "bends like stone", motioned for her to follow. They would lead her to their camp it would seem and with luck she could impress the chief and shaman enough to gain their trust.

[member="Muad Dib"] - Witch to witch

[member="Ailyn Cyar'ika"] [member="Kuryr"] [member="Nolan Detta"] [member="Satine D'ulin"] [member="Rayl Wilded"] [member="Kad Tor"] [member="Briika Hokan"] [member="Graad Hokan"] [member="Kresh Danner"]
 
Location: Cell 554-B
Objective: 3 Super Secret Slave Auction
Allies: Mando'ade
Enemies: [member="Kuryr"]
[Post: 1/20]

Ana had been taught to be strong, never give up and most importantly face your fears head on. The greatest fear that Ana had was that of being enslaved again. She had spent her childhood as a slave working in mines, homes and being experimented on. It wasn't something she ever wished to be part of again nor anything she would wish on her worst enemy. It was a horrendous practice that wasn't only here but throughout the galaxy. Even if these slavers were killed others would soon pop up. There seemed to be an endless stream of bad guys in the galaxy willing to do anything for a credit.

Sighing Ana leaned her head back against her cell and closed her eyes. The pink Mando had decided to go undercover for this little operation in hopes of not only taking out these slavers but making connections to where other rings were located. Acting as a slaver herself would have been good cover but being here she was able to get deeper inside so here she was posing as a slave herself. Ana knew how to play the game and knew how much woman like her went for which gave her hope that she would be taken to the big boss.

The young woman had been undercover here for roughly a week now and had already gained quite a bit of good intel that she would be taking back with her. This didn't come without some pain as some of the memories of the past had crept back into her mind along with the lovely care she was getting. It was worth it though as Ana would be able to shut down this whole operation in no time and go back home.

Her "masters" had given her a clean white dress to wear for today which only meant one thing. She along with the others were to be apart of an auction. It was the only reason they would be clean so that the slavers could put forward their best in order to get more credits.

"Up," yelled a guard as the door of her cell opened. Grabbing her arm the guard pulled Ana up and out the door. It was time for the main attraction so it seemed. They either were not selling much or people wanted to see her. It didn't matter either way really, it was show time. She was looking forward to seeing who was in the crowd looking to buy. Not so much being put on display like a piece of meat but that came with this territory.

Ana struggled against the guards as they walked her through the slave market past the other slaves. They were all numbered but she hadn't been but that was probably because she wouldn't sell as well if they had. The young woman kept her head down as she was lead up onto the main show stage for all to see.
 
Objective 3: Get the slaves out before the bucketheads arrive.
Location: Secret Slave Auction
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Kuryr stood off to one side as slave after slave was paraded onto the stage and sold. He was tempted to buy a slave occasionally, when something interesting would come up, like the wookie, he was strong and very mad, he would made a great addition to the slave pits on Korriban, but he could easily grab one anywhere if he really wanted one. They were common enough that he could just take the next one he saw. Things were loud and at times they got violent, when a slave would try to react to being sold, or buyers would argue over the bidding. He never allowed himself to get to that state, if things started to get heated, he would just kill the person that was bidding against him.

Things slowed down a bit and he wondered if they would even bring out the supposed special slave they were going to sell, but then he heard it, " Lot 554-B. Final auction of the night, bidding to start at 15 thousand credits." Many of the buyers that were left fell silent, while a few others conversed amongst themselves at such a high price being asked for a single slave. As soon as she was thrust onto the stage, Kuryr knew exactly why the price was so high. the revealing white dress did little to hide her figure, but it was just a part of the whole. Her face was perfect in many ways, even with her hair and shin mildly dirty he could see the beauty that she held. He had to have her, she would be a centerpiece for his club, or a battle hardened vod, which ever it was, she was worth the triple the price. He motioned to the auctioneer that he was going to bid and the room got quiet as the other buyers saw who was bidding. It seemed like the bidding was over when another interested party raised the bit.

With a frown Kuryr bit again, raising the bid to 15 thousand credits. He gave the man, a well dressed human, a stern look and was rewarded with a rather cocky smile. The human bid again, raising the bid to a full 50 thousand credits. He saw Chuka approaching the man and knew that the situation was handled, but he was upset at losing the large amount of credits he would be forced to hand over. He motioned one final time to the auctioneer to raise the bid to 53 thousand credits and he glanced over to see the man being led out of the room by Chuks, he could see the twins not far behind the pair. His thoughts returned to the task at hand as he saw Dekks his gungan engineer approaching him. " Lets go claim our prize, Dekka. I am going to need you to run ID testing on her as soon as possible to verify the claims about her past." He said as he approached the main stage.

" Yoo'sa got it , Kuryr. I'sa can run a dna test right here. Wee'sa will know the truth muy mucho quick." The room was beginning to thin out as the buyers began to leave, only the guards and the few members of the slave house were left, most likely they would want to talk, but Kuryr had things to do. He saw that Dekka had remembered to bring the cuffs and leash. He didn't want to go chasing after a slave all day, nor did he want to damage her before he could figure out if she was staying or going.

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The shuttle ride was long, or maybe it just felt long being stuffed into such a small speeder with her hulk of a boss. He talked about the new droid racing circuit that had popped up on the planet. It wasn't legitimate, most definitely underground, though Kresh was convinced the only reason it was being considered underground by the association was because the racers didn't have the credits to become official members or have even a decent track to race on. Either way, they were breaking the rules which meant someone would be there soon to shut them down and despite the bad press it would probably get Kresh, he was determined to get the racers what they needed, she could see it in his eyes, a flame ready to consume anything that got in his way.

He was ambitious that way, which is how he got to this position in the first place, and she admired that about him. But what would that ambition cost him in the long run?

The speeder slowed down as Kresh's booming voice beckoned the driver to stop. They were near an ancient bridge, no doubt used as a road for the non-repulsor based vehicles still in use in some parts of Ord Mantell. Sam's entire face scrunched up in disgust as they exited the air conditioned car and walked into the stench of the slum. The entire speeder lurched noticeably as Kresh exited behind her. He took a deep breath, his massive chest rising and falling before putting that stupid grin on his face.

"What a beautiful neighborhood...Perfect place for a Droid Racing track don't you think Sam?" Was he really asking her opinion? The place smelled worse than Coruscant's Under City and the smog was so thick she felt like her helmet would have been Mandatory if she was in her beskar'gam. So no, she didn't think so...But,

"Of course, now let's just get this over with," she grumbled. A firm pat on the back from Kresh sent her a few steps forward as the brute walked towards a used droid part store.
 
[SIZE=12pt]Objective 3 – Eliminate Slave Trade[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt][member="Nolan Detta"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Satine looked over at Nolan his voice a comfort she remembered the morning when they made their preparations to come here. [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]Nolan’s silhouette hidden mostly in shadows as he stood looking out the port window. He had endured so much in her absence friends came to her to tell her of his spiral down into the darkness. They needed each other more now as they put themselves and their relationship back together.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Satine willed herself to relax as she moved along, pausing to look, then stepping forward. She looked to her left just as Nolan took out the slaver. They needed to find their flow, they had it once before.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]But here they were both of them able to recognize danger when they felt it. She began to inspect her surroundings with a quick glance. She raised the rifle she carried.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“Awww ner Cyar’ika you’re having all the fun” She frowned slightly, pressing her lips together.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=12pt]There was a sudden call, “Over here!” Satine turned staring in the direction of the voice, “Trap?” She asked before moving. [/SIZE]
 
Location: Cell 554-B
Objective: 3 Super Secret Slave Auction
Allies: Mando'ade
Enemies: [member="Kuryr"]
[Post: 2/20]

Despite the situation the Pink Mando currently found herself in Ana stood tall eyes scanning the crowd. As the bidding began she paid attention to those who, were bidding on her. One particular person seemed quite adamant on having her as he kept budding on her. He had even sent his minion to take care of the man bidding against him. This act alone made her think that he was a boss of some sort unless his minion was a slave himself. Ana didn't pay much attention to the details of that transaction but rather observed the auction as a whole.

As the auction ended and the winner was announced the rest of the crowd began to disperse. Ana watched as the winner, a Taung and his Gugan minion stepped up to claim her. Ana scanned the crowd and saw no Mando's amongst the slavers. This didn't actually surprise her since Mando's were not known for being quiet but just the opposite. It was for the best actually because Ana planned to stay under cover as a slave for the time being. She had a feeling that she could learn a lot from this Taung.

As a child Ana had been placed on a stage such as this in an auction. In that auction the bidders had been allowed to get a closer look at her and ask her to do certain tasks. The young woman was happy that that wasn't the case in this auction. She remembered quiet clearly how uncomfortable and awkward the situation had been. The clothing at that time had been less reveling but she also had only been ten so there was nothing to show off.

Once the transaction was completed the guards pulled her to the side off the stage. Keeping a hand on her shoulder he waited until the Gugan place the collar and cuffs on her before letting her go. It didn't take long for Ana to realize that she had to keep up or be shocked as she was pulled away. As she followed her demeanor was calm due to the fact she knew struggling would only bring more pain and get her nothing in return.

They shuffled along for a bit until they got to the other minion of the Taung whom she saw was still speaking with the sellers. Before Ana knew what happened he pulled out a device and stuck it in her arm. It apparently had a needle on the end as he jabbed in her arm for a moment before pulling it out. She did her best not to flinch as he did so but the spot did still sting.

Once he received the data back from his test it would show a high midichlorian count. Her bloodline came from a long line of Imperials. Unbeknownst to Ana there was some Mando blood mixed in as well but that wouldn't be a highlight.
 

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