Private Droids, Weapons, Ships, Oh My!

[Tarre Priest]

Undisclosed Deep Space
Aboard the Forge of Iron

The crew of the modified Crusader-Class came to the projected meeting place. A point in space in which was far from anything else in the Galaxy. The meeting here was to be on neutral ground to give an air of selected neutrality. Aboard was Drego Ruus who had already spoken to the man in question. Hence why we were able to come here in the first place. The reason?

We were hoping to make a sponsorship so that the Mandalorian Protectors could have access to a specific company's resources. In turn, we could provide aid, monetary value and much more to them. Having learned that the individual at the helm of such a company was also a Mandalorian, the hope was to also invite them to be a more legitimate member of the Protectors. As the Pillar of Craft, and the Warmarshal, the Pillar of Warfare were here, it was in our best interests to convene today. That so we might bolster ourselves against the various entities that surrounded the home territory of the Mandalorians.

"Send a communications that we are prepared to board."

Turning to the Priesthood, I nodded to them and then spoke.

"Please lightly arm yourselves. We aren't here to fight. Just to look presentable."

A groan from Fang as he always wanted to carry around some kind of heavy weapons, and explosives, I made sure that this comment was directed at him because if I didn't, he'd carry a nuke in his pocket if he could. Finally, turning to Drego.

"Whenever you are ready."

Shuklaar Kyrdol

 

[Drego Ruus]

Tag: Tarre Priest Shuklaar Kyrdol ​

The meeting with Shuklaar had been one he had been expecting, planning for. Due to the recent mess on the Senate, Drego had been planning out exactly where they could get resources from. He had hoped the GA would offer such, but no dice for now. No one on that side of the galaxy seemed keen to supply the Protectors with weapons, outside of a few individuals he needed to speak with.

Veradune, Cathar, maybe Atrisia if he was desperate...

No matter. He knew the mercenary company of his fellow Vod would supply at least a little bit of their wares.

Right?

"I'm ready. Always."

 

[Shuklaar Kyrdol]

Friendly Units:

• SB-01 Darasuum Morut-class Super-heavy Battlecarrier Darasuum Morut
• Vornskr Mirshir-Jurkad Rammikade company Kyramud

Tag(s): Drego Ruus

Equipment

• Armor:
  
  • Beskar'gam
    
    • Shoulder mounts:
      
      • NML-02VTB Nano missile Launcher
    • Back mounts:
      
      • A-03S Verpine Shatter Autocannon
      • MML-02S Miniaturized Missile Launcher
        
        • 8x Cretanr'ika-lcass Guided Plasma Micro-missile
        • 8x Striilir'ika-class Brilliant Micro-missile
    • Left Vambrace:
      
      • CP-03V CryoBan Projector
      • PC-05V Plasma Caster
      • TBP-01V Tractor-Pressor Beam Projector
    • Right Vambrace:
      
      • METL-02V Micro Energy Torpedo Launcher
      • MML-01V Miniaturized Missile Launcher
        
        • 2x Cretanr'ika-lcass Guided Plasma Micro-missile
        • 2x Striilir'ika-class Brilliant Micro-missile
• Implant:
  
  • 'Rammikad' Enhancement Package
  • 'Gar Tkiriyr' Neural Interface
• Weapons:
  
  • 2x M-06S 'Skirata' Mra'jitr
  • Bes'phatir
  • DP-02 Class-D Heavy Disruptor Pistol w/ 'Kyrayc Sur'haai' 1-4x Short Range Optics System
  • FL-01 Verpine Shatter Flechette Launcher w/ 'Kyrayc Sur'haai' 1-12x Medium Range Optics System and UPC-06 Underbarrel Plasma Caster

This same mistake had been made multiple times. An attempt to reunite the Mando'ade under a common cause. This time it was a cause that to Shuklaar finally made some sense for the scattered and wounded people. At one time, this would have been a cause he would have thrown his full weight behind no questions asked, but he'd been taken for a di'kut one too many times before.

Though he'd spoken to Warmaster Drego Ruus before and found in the very least the upper echelons of the Protectors in that regards to be sound, he wondered if disruptive elements would eventually take over. Nonetheless, he'd already agreed to produce weapons for them, and he had a feeling that someone in the Protectors knew what the company could do and wanted more.

The fresh credits from a contract like this would do the company some good. Still turning a profit, but they weren't doing as well as they used to. This could turn that around, and quickly if the Protectors' pace of reconstruction was being assessed correctly. Some gut feeling however still nagged at him about this. A feeling that all was not quite well.

This was the best foot forward he'd seen in a while, however, and if the current Mand'alor was anything like Jhira Mereel had said he was, then in the very least he was a decent man. He was not short of decent men and women either. Maybe this time would be different, maybe this time he could be there to try and caution them from a path that led to death, destruction and the galaxy's undying ire.

"They're here, right on time," said Nyles from beside Shuklaar as the holographic representation of the Crusader-class appeared on the main tactical display a short distance from it's projected exit point. The other ship's IFF marked it as The Forge of Iron, but without active scans from the Morut's full array of sensors they were not going to be learning too much more about her. The Crusader's passive stealth systems were impressive enough. Whoever put her together knew what they were doing. That, in his book, was at least something of a good sign.

He'd always maintained that the moment Mandalorians forgot the technical prowess of their past, a necessity of their way of life, they were lost. He let the breath he was scarcely aware that he was holding in out, "Give them a docking collar." The docking collar in question flashed on his HUD and Shuklaar turned from his old friend and began walking toward the collar in question. Wordlessly, Ragar Nihut'tyr and his command squad followed behind him.

As he was leaving the bridge, he caught Nyles outgoing transmission, "Nau'ur kad be Gar, this is the Darasuum Morut, transmitting docking telemetry now." He exchanged a quick nod with Nyles' XO on his way out, leaving the quiet hive of activity that was the bridge of Strill Securities' flagship behind him. It was a short internal transit monorail from the bridge to the general location of the collar in question. He waved the passing security team off, and they moved with a manner that belied that they were all too happy to leave overseeing the new arrivals to the shock-assault commandos with him.

"You think it will work this time?" asked Ragar Nihut'tyr from beside him, breaking both the silence of the area and his usual stoic demeanor.

"Don't jinx it," scoffed Shuk, glancing back unnecessarily at him with a half amused expression on his face. Ragar's only response was an amused snort.