Diversify Your Assets: Mandalorian Dominion of Ord Mantell

[Kad Tor]

Location: Separatist Base
Objective: 2 blow up the base
Allies: Mando'ade
Enemies: Separatists
[Post: 4/20]

Kad and his team of commandos approached the base. Intel had found a back entrance which was not guarded as well because it was difficult to get to, not to a Mandalorian however. The team pushed past the terrain, and the natural obstacles provided, and found the door. The sniper set up quickly, and in a few minutes the outside guards were dead, and Kad's team was moving in. The sniper was set to keep them clear, and once they breached, he join them.

Naturally Kad was ready to blow the door. Setting the charge, Kad smiled before turning away, and pressing the detonator. BOOM! The door fell inward, and the commandos entered with opening fire, as they dealt with the remaining internal guards. Security had been hacked into a while ago, and a fake video rolling. They would move unnoticed.

The team moved for the main power supply of the base. Kad had a wicked idea to make his explosion big enough, and also knew the capability of one thermal detonator to take out large buildings. This blast would be seen for kilometers and then some. Reaching the power grid, Kad set the thermal detonator to detonate via remote. This was going to be good. As soon as the charges were set, his team cleared the way the came, and when they took cover, Kad blasted the building. The explosion shook the ground, and he watched with joy as the debris cloud launched high into the sky. Eliza was sure to see this.

[member="Eliza Steele"]

 

[Judah Lesan]

Location: Abandoned Rebel Base
Objective: 1 Secure and rebuild
Allies: Mando'ade | [member="Briika Hokan"]
Enemies: N/A
[Post: 5/20]

No one came. The team decided to move forward. As it turned out the Intel suggesting the separatists may have used the base was faulty or outdated. That was okay. Graad, and the team he was on, secured the building and found it empty. Moving to the main control center, Graad's team began work on getting power up. Once power and defenses were in place, the medical teams would move in. A location for a RMSU had already been cleared, and soon the Medbay of the base would be powered up. It was time to notify them of their need to mobilize.

<<<"Med 1 this is ground 6, the base is secure, repeat the base is secure. Requesting medical for immediate set up.">>>

Little did Graad know who would be joining him. Had he known the message might have come off differently. For now he continued his work, and directed teams to get the secondary systems online once the main power grid was up. It was time for him to take the full tour and determine the best placement for certain units.

 

[Kuryr]

Objective 3: Get the slaves out before the bucketheads arrive.
Location: Secret Slave Auction
Enemies: [member="Anastasia Rade"] (just bought)
[3/20]

She didn't fight back or even react as Dekka placed the collar around her neck. That was curious as there was a rumor of her being a mandalorian. No self respecting mando would allow themselves to be taken without a fight. Hew wondered if she had been drugged before the auction began. That thought made him frown, there had been no mention of drugs used, the idea that she might be tainted due to the drugs angered him. He had spent a lot of money to acquire her, tricks would only anger him. She moved with a grace that allowed him to fully see her well toned body through the loose fabric that was being called a dress. Whatever she was, she was in perfect shape, there didn't seem to be an ounce of fat on her, tone muscles were visible even at a distance.


Dekka led her along until she was right in front of him, one of the many remaining pirates took out a small medical scanner and was none too gentle in getting a sample of her blood. It would hopefully shed some light on who she was, or at least give him an idea as to who he was dealing with. As she stood there, Kuryr grabbed her by the jaw, his rough hand firmly gripping her face as he turned her head first to the left and then to the right. A smile crept onto his face as he looked deeply into her eyes. "You are lovely indeed. Well worth the price."

The pirate with the medical scanner gasped slightly as the machine beeped. one word leaving his mouth as he stood there in shock. "Jedi"

Anger welled up inside of Kuryr at the deception. He hadn't sensed any presence within her, she was obviously hiding her connection to the force, which meant she was a powerful force user. He growled and nodded to one of the guards, who smashed the butt of his rifle into the back of the lovely slave/jedi's head. She crumbled forward into Kuryr's powerful arms. He scooped her up and sighed. " Get us to the shuttle as fast as possible. Dekka, call Chuka and the twins, tell them we have a situation. And for feths sake someone get me a force containment collar." Things had gotten much more complicated than he had expected. Very rarely was there a single jedi anywhere. Someone would know what was going on. He needed to get his people out of her quickly before things got really bad. The shuttle was on the other side of the city, he just needed to get there before his little troublemaker woke up.

 

[The Scope]

Location: Secret Slave Auction
Objective: 3
Allies: Mandalorians
Enemies: Slavers
[Post: 2/20]

[member="Kuryr"] [member="Anastasia Rade"]

Rayl's freighter landed down outside the auction's structure a few minutes prior to the end of the bidding. The dust had settled and the ramp was down. For the first time his boots touched this worlds soil. Another step for his journey. Rayl and his pirates headed off from the ship to the auction. The doors were barred by four guards. Big brutes who's paymaster probably thought could stop anyone. Well they were quite wrong.

One of the guards stepped out fromt he rest. Arm raised and a scowl only a mother could tolerate on his Hutt ugly face. "Hold it there mister. The auction has ended, no one may enter now. Try again next week when we have a fresh batch of slaves".

Comm static burst out of one of their larger comm-recievers. They were a good ways from the Tyrant and wanted a better signal than small ear pieces had. "Rayl. Its a Mandalorian invasion. I repeat, a Mandalorian invasion".

Rayl smirked at the news. He heard it, the guards heard it, so did the men. "Looks like this establishment is going to be closed down by that time. So I'm going to have to conduct my business today". A quick move drew out one of his MP-44's. No hesitation was had before a bolt blew through the mans chest, killing him instantly. Rayl swung to his left and dropped another guard. The pirates drew their weapons to fight and killed the remaining two. "Let go. Kill anyone in the way"! Rayl charged in, and the others. Guns blazing. Folks dropped left and right, only those who jumped out of the way or ducked were sparred. The casualties included guards and the people who took part in the auction. They may have been civilians but Rayl disliked slaver scum. The screams had long since started and the panic and running. "Find the weapons and keep a path to the ship open".

 

[Anastasia Rade]

Location: Cell 554-B
Objective: 3 Super Secret Slave Auction
Allies: Mando'ade
Enemies: [member="Kuryr"]
[Post: 3/20]

Despite the sick feeling that was growing in the pit of her stomach Ana did her best not to show emotion as the Taung grabbed her to get a closer look at his prize. To him she was nothing more than a piece of meat and she could see him licking his lips at her. Being ogled was something Ana had gotten used to growing up in the slave pits and she used to think she was worthless. There was nobody down there that had cared about her. Her tears had just made them smile all the more brighter which was why she learned to not show emotion. Anastasia had to be tough as a slave and even as a free woman she had to be strong. There was one big difference however as free woman she found that love, true love was not just a silly made up fairy tale but a real thing. Orick showed the love on a daily basis and much more. She was and felt like her life partner's equal even though she would sometimes joke that he was her better half. Here with the pirates ogling her brought her back to a dark place which made her want to cry but instead kept a stern face reminding herself that she wasn't going to allow this charade go on for too much longer.

As the test results came back Ana heard in anger the word "Jedi" muttered. The device must have been a dna scanner which meant they knew she was force sensitive and that was going to make her plan harder. She really hated new fangled technology. Before she could react the young woman had been knocked unconscious.

Groaning Ana woke up feeling a little drugged up with a massive headache which made it hard for her to figure out where she was. As she began to get her wits about her Ana realized the Taung had picked her up and was now carrying her away. "Let me go you big brute," Ana screamed as she began kicking him in stomach while balling her hand into a fist and beating at his back. Upon getting no response Ana unballed one of her hands in order to attempted to scratch his neck going for blood. She had thought about biting him but Ana didn't want to touch him more than she had to. The longer this went on the harder Ana fought against him.

 

[Mac O Shenanigans]

Location: The Afterburner Cantina
Allies: Mando'ade
Enemies: ?


Mac was sitting near the back of the Afterburner Cantina enjoying a few drinks, unaware of the Mandalorians making planet fall. He had been contacted by the ruling crime council to bring in a wanted minor boss. It was a fairly simple job and paid decently enough. The Twi'lek was going to face a tribunal, and most likely a grisly death.

Setting his mug down, Mac made his way towards the entrance, flipping the barkeep a few credit chips in tip. Stopping at the door, Mac slipped his buy'ce on and almost immediately picked up comms traffic over encrypted Mando'ade channels. Casually resting his hands on his Ripper, Mac strolled outside, unsure what to expect.

Things seemed calm, but blaster fire rang off in the distance to his right, and Mac began a fast walk in that direction. Perhaps he had Vod needing back up. It wasn't long before he ran into a throng of beings running the opposite direction. He pulled his ripper and held it at his side as the sea of people moved past him. With the fighting going on, none of them wanted to knock into an armed Mando.

The crowd cleared up, and Mac began to look around. He should be close, he thought, and wanted to be ready. He was almost knocked down by a dozen females all chained together, slaves on the run. Mac was about to say something when they cowered at his feet and a pair of Nautolans rounded the bend. Before they could do anything else, Mac put a few rounds in the dirt at their feet, bringing the pair to a stop. "I know w'at your t'inking, is it wort' it to try and take on an armed Mando? To tell you t'e trut', I'm wondering myself if you two 'ave t'e guts. So you just 'ave to ask yourselves one question, 'Do I feel lucky?' Well, do you, 'ut'uuns!?"

Without hesitation the elder of the two spoke, "You win this round buckethead, but we'll get our property back." The younger one piped up, "Yeah, and we'll roast a dewback steak over your carcass as well..."

CRACK!

Well, one felt lucky, but it took far more than luck when one insulted the 'Kilted Vod'. The younger one fell instantly dead when a round from Mac's ripper his him square between the eyes, causing the other Nautolan to run for his life.

Turning to the slaves, Mac used his Ripper to blast them free of their chains, however they still had matching durasteel bracelets as souvenirs. Mac activated his comms, "Ke'sus'! Ke'sus'! T'is is Mac O, I'm... Wait a minute I did it wrong... Shukur solus she'cu..." Mac smiled, a little humor goes a long way towards bringing levity into a bad situation. "I 'ave just liberated a dozen pleasure slaves, and am in need of a pick-up. Broadcasting my location now..."

All the while he was sending his signal, Mac ushered the slaves into a back alley to hide behind some rubble. They would be easier to protect this way, as he was limited with his weaponry. He helped an older Twi'lek sit down, as it was apparent the years of abuse had taken their toll. That is when he noticed a tattoo on her right shoulder blade. It was an old aliik, and Mac recognized it immediately, causing the 'Kilted Vod' to remove his buy'ce. "Su'cuy ner Vod?" The woman didn't respond, so Mac reached out and pulled the back of her torn tunic to the side. She flinched at the contact but didn't move as Mac took a closer look. "W'en did you get t'is tattoo?"

The woman averted her eyes, "When I was very young master. I do not recall when or where exactly, it's been there as far back as I remember."

Mac patted her on the shoulder and smiled warmly as he addressed them all, "T'ere is no meet to call me master, or anyone else for t'at matter. You've all been freed, and once my friends arrive we will 'elp eac' of you begin anew." He turned back to the old one, and looked closer. There was something off about this aliik. As far as he knew the Fett's never owned slaves. Slipping his buy'ce back on, he scanned the tattoo in high detail. Sure enough it was much more than a simple sigil. This was script, written in a language he didn't know. Well, all except for the one line in Huttese, 'Property of Jabba Desilijic Tiure'.

Mac made sure every last detail was scanned in, and sent the images to the computer onboard the Murderous Wench. There maybe the old script would be translated. This old one had seen way too much in her life, now it was time for something new...

 

[Kuryr]

Objective 3: Get the slaves out before the bucketheads arrive.
Location: Secret Slave Auction
Enemies: [member="Anastasia Rade"] (captured) [member="Rayl Wilded"]
[4/20]

The party seemed to be getting crashed, which usually suited Kuryr just fine, a quiet day was a day wasted in his mind, but he had valuable property to deal with and he didn't have time to finish a fight. " Let their people deal with this problem, move to the back and lets be quick about it." Dekka lead them through the back of the warehouse, through the slave holding pens and private rooms, gunfire erupting in from the way they had come. The cargo doors were open and he could see several members of his crew waiting to escort them out.

The ship was still a distance away, but not too far that a brisk walk couldn't get them there. He was more concerned with his newly acquired cargo to care about some raid on the slaver's auction. As he wounded the corner he felt her stirring on his arms. He shook his head and frowned, someone was getting yelled at for hot hitting her hard enough. She began screaming at the top of her lungs as well as trying to kick and punch him. He was impressed with her determination, she was finally putting up the fight he thought she should have from the beginning. He never stopped moving, even as he spoke to her. " If you do not calm down I will have one of my men hit you again, and this time they might mess up that pretty face of yours."

One of the crew suddenly rounded the corner driving a hovercar, Kuryr smiled as it pulled up next to them. He opened the door and threw his newest prize into the back and jumped in with her. As soon as he was in the hovercar speed off, the rest of the crew would make sure that the fighting never got as far as him and the ship. They were pirates, but they had training and his vanguard was there to ensure that they didn't fail. He turned to look at the jedi and frowned deeply, " Play nice and you might survive the next couple of hours."

 

[Eliza Steele]

Location: Afterburner Cantina, Worlport
Objective: 4
Allies: Buying customers who don't destroy the bar
Enemies: Anyone who dare destroys the bar.
Post: 2/20

Afterburner Cantina
Worlport, Ord Mantell

Eliza was manning the bar again for her old man. She didn't mind doing it every once and while, but it had become too frequent for her taste as of late and cut into her smuggling business, though [member="Remy Steele"] swore that he was working his network to help her in the long run. Yeah right with either a blonde, redhead, and.or brunette on his arm, or in his bed?! There would have to be another discussion between father and daughter business partners again when the older Steele got back on planet.

The spirited Corellisi watched with amused interest as a Mandalorian with a kilt got up from a back table and made his way to the exit. When he tossed a few credit chips her way, the petite brunette flashed [member="Mac O Shenanigans"] an appreciative smile with a "Vore, vod," attached to it. Yeah the petite smuggler's rusty Mando'a was getting much better after spending some time with a sandy brown-haired goran during a port of call on Mandalore, which proved to be a bit, okay a lot more exciting than normal for her. She had come away from that experience with a twinkle in her eye and then some. Hopefully they'd get a chance again soon for a repeat. Lizzy was looking forward to it, and making things go boom again too.

Speaking of which, suddenly the whole building shook and a couple of bottles of high priced spirits fell from the upper shelves behind the bar counter as a huge BOOM went along with the shutter. A Corellian curse left Eliza's lips as she quickly rounded the end of the bar, drawing her blaster pistol holstered off her shapely right hip and went outside the Afterburner to see what the hell was going on.

Steele saw the big cloud of smoke coming from the area of the island. There had been a very big explosion there, purposeful too. That's when a local security officer walked by in a hurry. "What's happening, officer?" she yelled at him.

"A Mandalorian force has landed on Avilatan and is helping to take down the Separatist Movement in conjunction with Central Authority. This conflict should not affect Worlport proper. Go back to your business, ma'am. Everything is under control."

Eliza raised a skeptical sienna brow at the officer, then reholstered her blaster and turned to go back into the cantina with a smirk on her face. Only one Mando'ad could make his presence known that way. It had to be [member="Kad Tor"]… He'd still owe her for the damaged goods resulting from his excessive explosion. Payment option though could be negotiated upon receipt.

 

[Kad Tor]

Location: Separatist Base
Objective: 2 blow up the base
Allies: Mando'ade | [member="Eliza Steele"]
Enemies: Anyone who decides to interfere with a reunion
[Post: 6/20]

Kad would have left the blast site right away, but the demolitions expert had to give his report to his commanding officer. Basically it consisted of a few words. "We killed people, and broke things." That satisfied things, and the crew had to wait for transport off the island to Worlport for some public relations after his gigantic explosion. Certainly Kad was thinking about a trip to The Afterburner Cantina. There was a certain brunette he was hoping to see.

Two hours after the explosion, Kad's armored boots touched the ground of Worlport. He went straight for the bar, and told his team to go handle the law enforcement while he took care of the local business owners. Walking into the cantina owned by the Steeles, Kad looked around, and found the fiery Corellisi working behind the counter. Instead of going right after her, he walked up to the bar casually, and took his buy'ce off and set it on the counter. With a grin he waved for the bar tender.

"You stock those shelves with a strong Tihaar yet, Liza? Big explosions always need to be celebrated right!"

That was his way of saying hello, and I missed you. Of course being Mando'ad, he wasn't going to express himself like that in a public setting. They had rendezvous when they were close to each other, but they hadn't really talked about anything beyond the long distance dating thing they were doing. Though, Kad would always jump at the chance to join her for work.

 

[Briika Munin]

Location: Enroute to the now secured Rebel base on the ground from the medical frigate.
Objective: 2 Set up a Rapid Response Mobile Surgical Unit on scene
Allies: Mando'ade
Enemies:
Post: 3/20

<<<"Med 1 this is ground 6, the base is secure, repeat the base is secure. Requesting medical for immediate set up.">>>

The voice coming in over the comm was familiar. It was her riduur's. Thank the Manda that things seemingly had gone without a hitch during the initial ground offensive. That would make her work of deploying the rimsoo that much easier and subsequently getting the medical facilities at the base up and running once again. Hopefully [member="Graad Hokan"] wouldn't be too upset with her because he'd know immediately who was responding to his message.

< Roger that Ground Six. Med One will be in bound momentarily. Please have the LZ marked and security on standby for assist. >

With that said, Briika left the bridge of the Vencuyanir and went to the hangar bay where the baar'ur's medevac shuttle was ready to depart with the other LAATs carrying a limited amount of medical personnel and support crews along with two large cargo containers that the RMSU #1 used to house part of their mobile hospital thanks to MandalMedical's investment. A full deployment of their resources would not be needed for this particular mission.

 

[Kyla Foy]

POSTS: 2/20
Objective: Stick near the love couple, kill the slayers, but mostly just irritate the heck out of the love couple.

After the girl had given a head shot with the laser attached to her wrist from her Beskar'gam, she was starting to feel a little excited. It didn't take much longer till he woman from the couple was talking about her fun being taken away by Cyar'ika. Ailyn was laughing within her helmet and said, "Hahaha, I will take all your fun away!" It was like reverse psychology. She was becoming productive as the little foolish dark-sided girl was being taken in by her Dark-Side Alchemized Beskar'gam Armor.

She looked around till she heard someone exclaiming, 'over here'. She looked around and whatever [member="Satine D'ulin"] would do. Ailyn would follow her while flying through the air.

 

[Anija Betna]

Location: Afterburner Cantina
Objective: 4 - Track down [member="Orick T'ane"]
Allies: [member="Eliza Steele"] [member="Mac O Shenanigans"] [member="Arrbi Betna"] [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
Enemies: [member="Kuryr"]
Post: [1/20]

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Ord Mantell. One of the last places Anija had expected to return to. And yet, here she was. Currently, the Mandalorians were working to reclaim the world as theirs. The years had not been kind, as was evidenced by many rundown buildings. Some were crumbling. Others.... looked to have been blasted by mortars or other ordinance. As in centuries past, Ord Mantell had yet again become a warzone. And now, the Mandalorians had come to take back the world from the Pirates and Seperatists who had moved in following the Netherworld Crisis. She frowned slightly for a moment and made her way towards the Afterburner Cantina. It was here that she had been told she might find one Orick T'ane.

The Afterburner Cantina was rather well-known, and had been around for well... probably centuries at this rate. She took a deep breath and stepped inside. Once inside, her HUD flickered a few times as ANNE worked to adjust for the low lighting. The interior was dim and cool, and the air was clouded by smoke from several deathsticks. Thankfully, her helmet's filters scrubbed most of the smell from the air before it ever made it inside her helmet. For that, she was thankful.

As her eyes adjusted to the dimness, she took a few moments to scan the cantina for familiar faces. She'd spotted Mac on the way in, being his usual self. She hoped he'd gotten the message she'd sent him. She spotted a few more familiar faces, but right now, she was only concerned about finding one in particular. After a few more moments, she spotted him sitting at a corner table. That didn't surprise her much at all, really. He had always seems a loner. Very much the Fringer type. But, she'd found him to be dependable. And right now, that was what counted. She was also fairly certain that he had.. connections that might be useful.

Taking a deep breath to study her nerves, she picked her way across the room towards the bar. Giving a nod to the woman there, she leaned up on the bar and greeted her quietly in Mando'a. "Su'cuy. Netra'gal on the rocks, gedet'ye..." She dug into a pouch on her belt and slid a couple cred chips across the bar's surface to pay for her drink. "I'll just be over there.." She indicated Orick's table with a nod before she scooted off in that direction. She wasn't really all that talkative right now, and it probably showed. Worry gnawed at her, and made her chest tighten as she reached him. Another deep breath to stead her nerves before she dropped down into the seat across from him.

She'd met him once or twice before, but never really gotten the chance to talk. And now.... they were meeting under... less than ideal circumstances. She sighed softly. If his relationship with Ana was any indication, he was steadfast and dependable. And that's what she needed. Manda, I wish Arrbi were here. He should have been not far behind her... but she knew it was easy to get sidetracked at times. Shaking her head slightly, she reached up to release the seal on her helmet, It wasn't something she did lightly. But it was intentional. And she hoped Orick would recognize it for what it was - a gesture of trust.

It wasn't often that a Mandalorian removed their helmet in public, and she hoped it got his attention. With slow, careful movements she set the helmet down on the table, and close to the wall. When she lifted her gaze to his, she sighed. Her face was etched with worry. And she knew any skilled spy or other person who was skilled at reading people could pick up on it just from her body language. "Cuy..." she said softly in greeting. "I know we don't know each other well, and I'm sorry if this is an inconvenient time.... but you were the first person I could think of that might be able to help." She took a deep breath and waited a moment beofre she let the other boot drop. "Mirshko is missing... I need your help to find her..."

 

[Anastasia Rade]

Location: Cell 554-B
Objective: 3 Super Secret Slave Auction
Allies: Mando'ade
Enemies: [member="Kuryr"]
[Post: 4/20]

Ana could hear something in the distance but couldn't see anything. It apparently didn't matter anyway as it didn't stop Kuryr from tromping onward with her. Her screaming, kicking, punching and scratching seemed to not even phase her capture/master as he simply told her to stay quiet or he would mess up her pretty face. As he walked he hadn't even lost his stride which for Ana was a little frustrating however she wasn't going to allow it to get to her nor his words. The young woman knew that his threat wasn't valid, he wouldn't touch her face as that was part of the reason she went for such a high price. "You won't touch my face, it's worth too much to you." She stated not backing down from her punching, kicking and scratching. Even if she didn't do damage Ana at the very least could annoy him.

Amongst the commotion that was going on behind them Ana heard what sounded like a speeder pull up. As he moved to throw her in the back of it Ana took the opportunity to sink her teeth into his shoulder looking for blood. She was a Mandalorian and she was not going to yield to him. He was about to figure that out the hard way it seemed.

As he threw her in the back Ana's head hit the side of the hovercar rather hard causing her to see a few stars. Sitting up she groaned as they sped away. The new fancy collar he had placed around her neck not only kept the young woman from using the force but had some sort of drug in it as well. This kept her groggy and moving slower than normal. She wasn't thinking straight so when he told her to behave Ana just rolled her eyes at him.

 

[Mac O Shenanigans]

Location: Back alleys and streets
Allies: [member="Eliza Steele"] [member="Kad Tor"] [member="Briika Hokan"] [member="Anija Betna"]
Enemies: Slavers, Pirates, anyone else looking for a Keldabe Kiss...

Mac had hunkered down with the slaves for several minutes, seemingly unnoticed. He was beginning to grow irritated, there was fighting and he was babysitting newly free'd slaves...

Frak it! Turning, he addressed the older one again, even among slaves seniority carried weight. Plus he fingered the old one would've look after the others in a motherly way anyhow. "Get t'e girls ready to move out. Sitting 'ere like a nerf awaiting to be slaug'tered is not w'at I 'ad in mind."

As she turned to gather the girls up, Mac pulled up a map of their location. The Afterburner Cantina wasn't all that far off. As he turned, a message came through from Anij'ika. Somehow it had gotten stuck, bouncing around the 'net... Figures... Well, at least she would still be there, he hoped. Either way the barkeep knew a little Mando'a, so just maybe she'd be helpful.

The short trip back was rather uneventful, albeit tedious as they moved from cover to cover. Finally he led them through the doors, and indicated an empty large booth for them to move to. Doffing his buy'ce once again, Mac approached the female once again, as she now was in conversation with a Vod Mac recognized. "Su'cuy... Ma'am, I don't mean to intrude, but you wouldn't 'appen to 'ave a back room? Somew'ere safe I can 'ave t'ose liberated slaves get some food and drink until evac arrives?"

Turning slightly, he then addressed the other Mando, "You look familiar... Kad... Tor, rig't?" Mac hoped his memory serves him well, as he slowly glanced around the cantina, he felt seriously underarmed at the moment. He really wanted to get back to his ship and grab more weapons and the rest of his beskar'gam. If this place was going to turn into a full fledged battle zone, he wanted as much equipment as he could get...

 

[Judah Lesan]

Location: Abandoned Rebel Base
Objective: 1 Clear the Landing Zone
Allies: Mando'ade | [member="Briika Hokan"]
Enemies: N/A
[Post: 7/20]

Briika!? Really!? Graad couldn't say he was surprised. The woman was strong, a verd in her own right, one reason of many why Graad married her. To say he was happy, well, he was slightly upset she would put their ad at risk, but he also knew there was no violence today, so Graad was not going to keep her from doing what she loved to do. He waited long enough to respond so his disappointment would not be heard in his voice. Graad was also proud too.

<<<"The landing zone is clear, and security is in place, Med 1. Ground team three has been given orders to assist. When you land come and find me. There is a medical wing to this base that needs to be examined.">>>

Graad finished his work in the main command center. Power was up, and the entire facility was up on the viewers. The project could be managed from the command center now, and the programmers were working at changing the operating language to Mando'a. From this point forward. Graad would be overseeing the completion of the base. He would not be leaving until the facility was established. At least this way, he and Briika could stay at the base until both were allowed to return to the farmstead.

With his work in the commande center completed, Graad decided he would meet his riduur at the Landing Zone. He really didn't care who saw, as most in their culture were not ones for public displays of affection, but Graad was going to greet Briika they way she deserved to be greeted, as his riduur.

 

[Orick T'ane]

Location: Afterburner Cantina
Objective: 3 Be ready when [member="Anastasia Rade"] needs extraction/ 4 drink alone and worry about [member="Anastasia Rade"]
Allies: [member="Anastasia Rade"] [member="Anija Betna"]
Enemies: [member="Kuryr"] and the bottom of the bottle

The Afterburner cantina was an beaten and rundown as any cantina that Orick had ever been in. The music was over played and the air was stale and spiced filled but the drinks were cold and the staff knew when to leave someone alone. For instance, he was sitting on one of the corners of the cantina with an empty bottle of corellian ale in his hand, the replacement was sitting on the table in front of him sweating. He wasn't drinking to get drunk, he was drinking to keep up appearances. It always looked odd to see someone sitting alone in a place like this without a drink in their hand. He watched as mandos came and went, apparently this was one of the many places they had decided to gather and drink. He didn't understand what had gotten his vod so riled up, but so far they had done a good job of not noticing the smuggler sitting in the corner.

He was wearing his usual drab smugglers attire with his armorweave hidden underneath it, setting him apart from the large crown of heavily armored mandalorians inside. His pistol belt hung from the back of his chair, the recently added sword swayed against the chair. Another armored mandalorian walked into the cantina, this one was obviously a female, the sight of her only made him worry more for Ana. She had some foolhardy plan to infiltrate the slave auctions, but only if he agreed not to get involved until she wanted him. She was more than capable of taking care of herself, but that didn't mean that he was happy about it. He watched the female move with his eyes, but maintained his disinterested posture. He had learned long ago that to be forgotten in a crown, you just had to not stand out in that crowd. With a frown, he noticed that this female was heading his way. She sat across from him, but didn't say anything for a moment. It was an interesting situation, but he wasn't worried, he was vod and the worst that could happen was a spirited fistfight, he wasn't really in the fighting mood, but if it happened, he would roll with the punches.

She took off her helmet, and while he understood the gesture, he remained impassive, to appear shocked could be seen as disrespect, and he wasn't sure who this warrior was yet. He would wait until he knew before he made judgement. The face was familiar, he had seen her a couple of times before, he was pretty certain that Ana had introduced them at some party or something. Her words confirmed his thoughts on the subject, He was drawing a blank on her name, something Ordo. She came to him for help, which was a bit of a shock. Anija.. that was her first name, she was pretty well known and she needed his help.

Frowning he placed the empty bottle on the table, " Mirshko, I am afraid I am not familiar with them. How is it that you think my help would be better than all of the others that are here today?" He wasn't trying to be rude, but he had no idea how it was that a room full of hardened warriors could help any less than he could. "I have a bit of a problem at the moment, but as soon as it is resolved I would be more than happy to help you with this problem."

 

[Anija Betna]

Location: Afterburner Cantina
Objective: 4 - Track down [member="Orick T'ane"]
Allies: [member="Arrbi Betna"] [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] [member="Mac O Shenanigans"] [member="Eliza Steele"]
Enemies: [member="Kuryr"]
Post: [2/20]

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A server appeared at her elbow and placed a chilled bottle of netra'gal on the table before disappearing. She'd somewhat expected him to be blunt. Feth, she would have been too, given the situation. And, it was true that they hardly knew each other. She palmed the bottle and took a long swig before setting it down carefully between them, giving the appearance that perhaps they were having a friendly drinking contest... instead of a serious conversation. There were several moments of silence before she spoke.

"Ceta.... I know we've met before...but my name's Anija Betna." She knew the name might confuse him a bit. "I married Arrbi Betna several years back... during the Invasion of Empress Teta." She smiled somewhat thinly. That had been a resounding defeat... much like the more recent Primeval invasion of Wayland. She sighed. "As to why I'm here.... Mirshko is my daughter... she's been missing for a couple weeks now. Since we were at Druckenwell." She felt her throat tighten at the thought. "I... don't know, really. I thought maybe you might have heard something about it through some of your contacts.." She looked him dead in the eye. "None of the other vode have the contacts you do, T'ane."

A frown crossed her face at his next comment, and she looked closely at him, reaching out in the Force. She never dug deeper than surface thoughts unless there was a dire need to do so. But even his surface thoughts were.. troubled. And that was putting it lightly. One thought stuck out to her, and she sighed heavily. "Ana's here... isn't she...?" She'd heard the rumors about the pirates and the slave trade being tossed around. She kept her voice low and held his gaze. "Orick.... I might be able to help you find her, if you'll let me. Perhaps we can help each other..." she said softly, sipping at her netra'gal.

 

[Eliza Steele]

Location: Afterburner Cantina, Worlport
Objective: 4 - Keep the booze flowing while trying to flirt with a certain Mando'ad
Allies: I like good tippers, good lookers, and good talkers
Enemies: Mud trackers. What... I like a clean bar?!
Post: 4/20

Boy business was sure picking up, and there was an influx of Mandalorians coming in, possible from the force that had landed up north, but perhaps something else was going on as well. What ever it was, Steele liked it for the cantina's bottom line… all except for those two bottles of high-end spirits that had fallen off the shelf during the big explosion, which was felt all the way in the capital city of Ord Mantell.

The petite brunette had been filling a drink order for the Afterburner's Twi'lek barmaid, Dahlia, when a Mando with a familiar set of green besker'gam called to her from afar. A lopsided grin started to form upon her lips as Eliza swaggered along behind the bar counter to where [member="Kad Tor"] was standing at the other end waiting to have his order filled. She grabbed a bottle of tihaar from the shelf on the way and placed a shot glass in front of the sandy brown-haired goran.

"That they do, ner vod… though it's gonna cost you big. But no worries as you're in luck, I just happen to have many more bottles that didn't get broken in your greeting to the Bright Jewel," Lizzy smirked teasingly, then flashed a smiled as she began pouring him a double of the colorless, tripled distilled alcoholic spirit.

"Su cuy'gar, Kad'ika. You look good. I've missed that mug of yours."

​Another Mando, this time a female moseyed up to the bar. The smuggler turned bartender for the day gave Kad a look that said she'd be right back, then listened to [member="Anija Betna"] place her order. "A netra'gal on the rocks coming right up. I'll have Sparks bring it straight over to you, vod," The drink was made, then Eliza motioned for the Duros barman to take the order over to the table where a lone drinker had been sitting for a while. Looks as if it was a meeting of some sort between the two.

Walking back to where she'd left Kad with his drink, the kilted Mando'ad was back. This time with a harem of women, though they weren't just any. It was clear to Eliza they were or had been slaves, perhaps just liberated by the way the ladies looked both relieved and scared.

"Oh no problem… There's a private room upstairs that should work for you, first door off the landing to the left. I can have refreshments sent up. Are you expecting any company to follow?" she inquired of [member="Mac O Shenanigans"] basically asking if trouble was coming. He seemingly knew Kad, maybe that was a good thing or bad. Time would tell, huh...

 

[Kad Tor]

Location: The Afterburner Cantina
Objective: 4 Pay for the bottles I broke #winkeyface
Allies: Mando'ade | [member="Eliza Steele"] | @Mac O'Shenanigans
Enemies: Anyone breaks Liz'ika's bar
[Post: 8/20]

"I didn't think I had that much in the detonator. All I did was attach it to the main power supply of the base," Kad shrugged. "How much do they run? I'll buy them off ya."

Kad laid the double back like water. Eliza knew he wasn't going to be phased by it, but that was it for now. Too many more of those and he would not be sober for whatever clean up was needed. Setting the glass on the counter, mouth down, Kad slid it back to the brunette. He smiled, then leaned over the counter.

"Missed seeing those chocolate drops of yours too, Liz'ika. You know, my part of this thing is over with, if you wanna get out of here?"

There was a sudden influx of patrons, most of them fellow Mando'ade. Kad recognized several, and suddenly knew there was no way they were getting out of there. Kad couldn't mix drinks, but he could handle straight orders. He was about to offer his help when he watched as Liza's eyes moved to a kilted mando with a swarm of women. He sighed. Why was the liberation objective finding it's way to the Afterburner Cantina. Something wasn't sitting right with Kad about that, and he certainly hoped the bar wasn't about to get shot full of holes.

Mac walked right up to them. At least he apologized for interrupting. There was no way of knowing the two were an item, to what degree, well they were still in negotiations about that. Kad just knew he'd do anything for her, and when she was around, she made the detour to see him. They had something, but we're still figuring out how their separate lives worked when it came to their relationship. Kad grinned when Eliza helped them.

"Mac, right? You hit things with a hammer as well, another goran?"[/i] Kad thought he had that right. "Liz'ika here will tak good care of you all, and we'll have something up there soon. Were you followed. I'm ready to help if needed. I'm sure this place has some nifty defenses hidden around here."

Kad turned to Eliza.

"Let me help you get something together for them."

 

[Briika Munin]

Location: Abandoned Rebel base now under Mandalorian control
Objective: 2 - Access and reestablish permanent medical facilities at base
Allies: Mando'ade
Enemies: Rodents, spiders, and snakes oh my!
Post: 5/20

The trip down from the medical frigate was uneventful. Once the two cargo containers were dropped off, the other LAATs landed with their medical personnel and moved off quickly to allow Briika's medevac to touch down. Now that she was pregnant, the baar'ur used a bit more caution and didn't just jump down off the dropship's deck like she usually did. The golden blonde climbed down gracefully in her full silver beskar'gam, then slung her medkit over her shoulder casually.

Approaching the rugged Concordian, Bree was trying to get a read on [member="Graad Hokan"], not knowing if he was happy to see her or upset. It was hard to tell emotion from hearing his voice through the modulator on his buy'ce. Probably a little of both.

"Su''cuy, ner cyare," she greeted as her riduur pulled Briika to him and gave her a tender Keldabe Kiss. When their two helmets separated, the baar'ur handed Graad her medkit to carry.

"If you are able, I'd like for you to show me the medical wing mentioned. I'm eager to get that up and running so I can release RMSU One for other deployments. So how was the insert… Was there any resistance?"