E iā mākou i Ka Hale (Make us a Home) [Closed]

[Ardgal Raxis]

Yornekk​

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The doors closed with a fatalistic thud. The aged Vong Lord sighed as he paused near the closed double doors. The worn shoulders sagged with a sense of defeat and exhaustion, "Are you not done harming my people?"

"You knew the terms of our deal," Ardgal said with a cold tenure, "It wasn't that I would never be back, just to keep your haven a secret."

"In exchange for slavery!" the Vong elder hissed turning around with surprising speed for his age.

"You made your choice."

"Some choice!" scoffed the elder, "This secret, I cannot keep it much longer. The people, they ask me questions. The shapers are noticing our missing gear, the lack of numbers in the biots, all of it, is not going away. They see it all. They know something isn't right."

"Not my problem."

"You have no soul," the elder spat out bitterly. He lowered his head in defeat, "Do you know what would happen if I did?"

"I don't care."

"Of course you don't," the old man said in a half sob, closing his heavy, lidded eyes. "I'm just--I'm just--so tired with all of this, all of it is just so taxing I--I--I--"

"I've come to you with a solution," Ardgal cut in, spreading his hands open from where he sat, "Its up to you to take it or not."

The old man looked at Ardgal with a glimmer of hope for a brief moment in his eyes. The general reached into his utility belt and retrieved a small vial, offering it on his gloved palm, "You know what this is?"

 

[Ardgal Raxis]

It was several hours later before the next being passed through those doors. Ardgal sat, waiting for him patiently, unmoving like a rock. The next vong to come through those doors was younger, much younger by at least two decades by Ardgal's guessing. When they young man's eyes caught sight of Ardgal, the being showed something he didn't even know Vong were capable of feeling. Fear. Its eyes glanced from Ardgal's armored form, to the body of the deceased elder, then back to Ardgal. He took a half step back, hand wavering towards the door.

"Don't even think about it," Ardgal said, his leg moving ever so slightly to reveal his drawn Punisher Pistol, "I can kill you five times with this before you even touch the handle and no one would ever know." He gave a slight tilt of his head, 'Then I'll kill the next to come through that door. And the next. And the next. Until every damn vong in this city is dead or until someone comes through willing to work with me."

The younger vong's hand moved away from the door handle, taking a more resolved, braver stance with their hands folded in front of it. "What do you want?"

"I want what you want, I want your people to be free," he shook his head, "Things have been turning up lately. Things that don't add up. Things missing. At first it wasn't much. Just small things. Parts, bits and pieces. Now bigger things are going away. And no one has any idea why." he paused, extending a hand, "I suppose that sounds familiar?"

The Vong gave a slight nod, suspicious, "Yes, yes your right but how do you know?"

"Because your old man there has been selling them off to the rest of the galaxy," Ardgal said placing his hand back on his knee. "He's been selling your precious religion off like a corner street prostitute and the worst part? Its been watered down, unskilled parts and parcel bits of your holy tech to be merged in like some sort of abomination to the rest of the technology."

 

[Ardgal Raxis]

A flicker of anger raged through the Vong's eyes. An expression Ardgal knew across all species, but he knew strongest from the Vong themselves. For some reason, he felt that even these freaks somehow couldn't help but feel pure anger in some form or another. It took a series of angry steps towards Ardgal, "How dare you? That is--"

"An outrage, I know," Ardgal said in an even tone extending his free hand, "Be careful, boy, I'm still the one holding the gun."

"I don't care," the Vong barked, still coming ever closer, "You think you can come in here and do this? Kill him and bring these charges against our leader without an--"

The Vong was cut short as Ardgal rammed his Punisher pistol barrel's pistol into its mouth. A fresh sense of horror rolled through its eyes as the alien tasted the phrik. Their eyes met. A sense of fear and respect washed afresh over the Vong. Ardgal could kill it here and now, and part of him really wanted to.

"If your done now, we can really talk like men," Ardgal said evenly, "First thing; your man died of a heart attack. He apparently couldn't stand seeing me here when I found him. Second, I do have proof, and that is what terrified him." the warrior paused glaring for a moment, "I'm going to take the gun out of your mouth. I'm going to show you the evidence I have, and then we are going to work things out."

He pulled his weapon clear of the man's lips and rose, walking to the bed. His hand reached under it, pulling an ornate, expensive box clear. Ardgal laid it on the bed and motioned for the youth to open it. The young man did with care and caution, his eyes widening when he saw the contents. He covered his lips in horror.

 

[Ardgal Raxis]

Ardgal holstered his weapon as he waited for the truth to sink in.

"What's your name?" Ardgal asked at last.

"Malama Pono," he said at last. "You?"

"Ardgal Raxis," the general said, "I'm sorry you had to find out this way. I really am. And I wish I could make things better, but your man's addiction has racked up some debts. Bad bad debts that the tech he's been shilling isn't going to cover."

"Because they are to you," Malama Pono half asked half guessed, his eyes still riveted to the drugs inside the chest. "Aren't they?"

"You're a credit to your race," Ardgal said leaning against the bed post and crossing his arms. "He owes me a great deal, more than you can repay. And he signed all of you off as collateral for the debts he's been racking up."

A wave of sorrow rushed through the Vong's face. Its form trembled and tears welled up in its eyes as the Vong struggled to stay in control itself. Even so, Malama Pono's voice trembled slightly as he asked, "Does that make us your slaves?"

"I am here to bargain, not to consolidate," Ardgal said with a wave of his hand, "I need people who will work with me, I am a business man. I do not people who will rebel every day. So I recommend we work out a deal. One where we both win."

Malama Pono looked up at Ardgal with a glimmer of hope in his eyes, not much but a glimmer, "Yes?"

 

[Ardgal Raxis]

"Before he died," the voice of Malama Pono boomed over the gathering, "Our great Overlord was visited by the gods with a vision. As his life slipped from his fingers, our fearless and wonderful leader thought of one thing, he made me promise to say these words and made me swear to make it a reality. From the great gods, like the prophets of old we have yet to hear from the gods in quite some time....."

From his position where he sat perched, Ardgal could not help but admit that his plan was working better than he anticipated. He hadn't tought the younger Vong would have bought the lie quiet so easily. But it was all working out well, within the framework he had wanted, even better. It hadn't been easy hiding the evidence there ahead of time, the used needles, glitterstim, spice packs, and magazines of call girls. He smirked under his helmet--maybe these Vong were a lot easier to manipulate than they anticipated. Maybe they were nothing more than a bunch of fools who wanted to believe they were greater than they were--or maybe he was just overestimating them.

Ardgal didn't believe in fate. At one point he had been brought to the point of insanity by the Vong, to the point of believing a god had possessed his body. He would never be so blind and foolish again but there was a sense of fate with this. Almost like he was guided to something more or by something more. It couldn't be the force, he was soulless thanks to the works of the freaks that had corrupted both his mind and his body. But--

"--And that vision he expressed to me in one word," Malama Pono said raising a hand, "'hoʻonui.'" Malama paused, letting the implications settle on all present, "We must Ho'onui. For too long we have stayed in the shadows, and the gods have repaid us by taking what is ours from us. They want us to branch out, to form a second home. And to this we must do. We must colonize. It was vision the gods gave our dear overlord."

A thunderous applause erupted from the assembled Vong. Malama raised his hands for silence, "I am glad you all agree--I ask you to remember that approval and eagerness with my next words: we cannot do this alone. For too long we have been excluded from the outside world, we need another to assist us. One who is willing to show us the ways of the world, to guide us through the ways of the heathens to a safer land, one of purity, one of security, one of life, love, and hope." The silence that followed was thoughtful and stunned.

"To this end," Malama said piously, "I ask the gods to show me who they want to guide us on our path."

 

[Ardgal Raxis]

Ardgal waited until Malama Pono was by himself on the way out of the funeral procession before he joined the alien. He kept to the shadows as they walked the barely used Yorik coral bridge. Malama had chose the path as their meeting place. A few minutes of silence passed between them as they made their way back to the citadel.

"You've done very well," Ardgal said at last, "You would make a great senator."

"You have me lying to my people," Malama said bitterly, "I am now like one of you one of those horrible, despicable lying--"

"Watch your tone," Ardgal warned in a level voice, "or would you rather be in chains?"

"You are right," Malama said after a moment. His voice was more guarded and respectful. "It will take me some time to gather those for your colony. Then I can introduce you."

"You have three days," Ardgal said, tilting his head towards the Vong. It was important he kept things moving so the young man didn't get any bad ideas. If he left things quiet too soon or too long, he could find himself with a cataclysmic rebellion on his hands. "I will not settle for any stalling or excuses. Then you will introduce me as the one who will guide your people."

"But can you? Will you really? Or is this just another lie?" Malama asked, his dark eyes flicking towards Ardgal's visor. Try as he might, Ardgal knew that the kid would get nothing from the Cortosis. That was the pain of dealing with a group that lived in their armor.

Ardgal stopped, placing a finger on the chest of Malama, "I'm not the one who just lied to my people and committed blasphemy. But yes, I can, and yes I will. It does me no good in business to make contracts I cannot fulfill. I never make a promise I cannot keep."

"Always the money," Malama muttered, 'No wonder you pagans are so despised by the gods."

"Always about killing people you disagree with and perverting your religion to your desires," Ardgal countered, "No wonder you zealots are so hated by the rest of the galaxy."

Malama took the words with wide-eyed shock. He clearly hadn't counted on Ardgal putting him in his place.

"This is the last time I am taking your osik," Ardgal said with grave seriousness, "If you smart off to me one more time I will put a hole in your head so large they will have a hard time identifying you. Is that clear, Pono?"

Malama nodded solemnly.

"Good. Select your colony crew. You have three days."

 

[Ardgal Raxis]

True to his demands, Malama had the required colony crew in three days. Within the crew were several shapers, a fair portion of leaders, and a host of workers. It was enough to make a second Yornekk. It was everything Ardgal had required. They had assembled together on one of their own living ships, loaded with supplies, food, living tissue, and all manner of other tools they would need. When Ardgal stepped through into the chamber with Malama and they saw him for the first time, the look of surprise was priceless.

"This is Ardgal Raxis," the Vong said simply, motioning towards the general, "He has graciously agreed to help us with his company start a new, in accordance with the will of the gods."

Ardgal waved one hand towards the vong, "Who's leading this expedition?"

A female shapper took a step forward, her head was held high with pride and self control, "I am. I am Alaka'i."

"Nice to meet you," Ardgal said, "I have an idea for a prime place to start your colony. The land is rather fertile, hardly in use, and the locals would not be hard to deal with. The whole planet is covered with a jungle we can vongform without much difficulty," he tilted his head to the side slightly, "Unless you aren't up to it?"

"We, Ardg'al Rax'is?" she asked with haughtiness butchering his name. "Is that how you think this will play out?"

"Correct me if I am wrong but none of you have any idea how exactly the outside galaxy works," he said with a wave of his hand, "Your hated. Despised. Looked down on and all around still seen as the harbingers of the galaxy. You need a middle man, someone able and willing to walk with you through the galaxy to ho'onui, which, I may be rust with my Vongese, but I believe means integrate, grow, and become one." He smirked, 'You think you can do that on your own, be my guest."

Alaka'i pursed her lips before swallowing her pride, "You are right."

 

[Ardgal Raxis]

"Then I take my leave, I wish you all the very best and the blessing of the gods," Malama said with a half bow, "I will be in touch with all of you."

"Yes you will, expect periodic updates," Ardgal said before the other man left. He turned to Alaka'i, "Do you have a planning room we can discuss this as your ship here prepares for take off?"

Without a word she turned and led Ardgal down one of the paths to a small room with an organic coral table in the center. There were several nodes near by that other vong were connected to, control panels, he guessed, for monitoring the ship and such. "What is your plan, Ardg'al?"

"The planet we are going for is Pzob," Ardgal said setting down a holoprojected image of the world. The Alaka'i's face contorted with disapproval but she held her tongue at the sight of this tech, "The planet is inhabited by Gamorreans, pig like creatures that are very warlike. Our main advantage is they are very low on the brains and technology spectrum. They like to fight, so subduing them and keeping them away will not be too hard. All we have to do is setup a viable perimeter around our area and continue to beat them away with every chance they try to hit us. Fortunately the entire planet is covered in a jungle, except for the oceans. We can make this a home to your linking and it won't be too hard."

"We do not have the supplies to Vongform the entire planet," she said with narrow eyes.

"Your right, we aren't colonizing the planet," Ardgal said. His hand tapped on the blue sphere, pulling away a series of land masses, "These are the four main contents, we can choose one and easily convert it. With your force and my soldiers this place will be ours in a matter of a few months."

 

[Ardgal Raxis]

Alaka'i rubbed her finger tips together, studying the four options before her. Each had their own advantages and draw backs. She tapped the center one with determination and finality. "This one, it provides us a wealth of opportunities to grow and expand. I like the natural lakes and the lagoons to the north."

"We can install sand lands to the south, trouble points to keep out possible invaders from the adjacent continent," offered another by her side with a wave and a point.

"Good, we are in agreement," Ardgal said pocketing his holoprojector. "I will alert my troops as soon as we can."

"General Ardg'al," Alaka'i said raising one of her seven fingered shaper hands, "I promise we will be as workable as we possibly can with you and your people."

"And mine with you," he said with a nod, "It is in our best interest both ways to be as well acquainted as we can be. The better our terms, the better we will see improvements."

"You always seem to be based on money, all of you," she said waving her hand to the side, "I promise we will do what we can to try and understand you."

"And us for you," he said, "We will do what we can to reach a happy medium. That's all we can do."

He held up his hand as his helmet began to give a ring. The general double blinked, opening the encrypted comm link.

 

[Ardgal Raxis]

"Ardgal, what's the status?" Virgil asked, not bothering with social pleasantries. Her voice was, as usual was cold, hard, and stern like beskar.

"We have the team, we are go for the mission," he said, his self-satisfaction evident, "they bought it, all of it. Combined it was more than enough to make them pliable in our hands. We will be taking the central mass of Pzob. They will vong shape it, make it their home, and in return, we will get the tech we need."

"Its a rather big gamble your making here, Ardgal, if one piece falls out of place, we are all going to face hell ten times over."

"I know," he said, seriousness taking over his tone, "But that's why I am in the heat of this, because if it falls apart I want to take the brunt of it. Not any of you."

There was a pause. He hadn't seen Virgil's face in years. The general had gotten pretty good at knowing what she was thinking without seeing the woman's face--and often interpreting her silences was an art in itself. This time it spoke of concern and caution, only made stronger by her words that followed, "Don't let it happen. We need you alive here, Ardgal. Martyrs are no good to us."

"Then let's be glad I am not going to be a Martyr. Meet us at Pzob. Until then I will be working on them, wearing them down. Out."

 

[Myles Davorak]

Myles finished offloading the last of the supplies that the General had wanted. Myles didn't ask what the contents were, he was just paid to deliver. Raw materials more than likely, this man; Ardgal was a meticulous man, always one step ahead of the game.

Myles finished his task and wanted to inquire further, perhaps Ardgal had another run in mind....

<<Ardgal, Davorak here, your cargo is safe and secured as promised. All 15 crates have been offloaded. A lot of activity here with your crew, need some extra assistance? Would be glad to help out. Over>>

Myles finished his transmission on the encrypted comm channel the two used to conduct business or other conversations. Myles had been employed by Raxis for about 3 months now, pay was good and the adventure was even better. Easily Myles had delivered over 100 crates of supplies for the General, some skirmishes involved but the cargo would always be intact and un-tampered.

Maybe Ardgal would have other need of this aging man, another sec-man for the job? He would surely hope so
[member="Ardgal Raxis"]

 

[Ardgal Raxis]

The trip to Pzob was longer than was comfortable. Alaka'i treated him with a sense of begrudged respect or like one treated an ill-wanted guest. The other Vong clearly avoided Ardgal, treating him as a dog or some other unwanted creature of pure disgust. They didn't find him or his kind appealing and they didn't try to hide it. He could hear them, whispering in tones they thought he could not hear in their Vongese. But the general knew their tongue far better than they guessed. He knew their slurs they threw at him behind his back--and he knew what they really wanted to do.

At last, weeks later they arrived. The Vong fleet came to real space orbiting Pzob. The backwater world was incredibly under developed, from here Ardgal could see the green sprawling forests, the cloudy skies, the clear blue oceans. It was untapped and undeveloped, until now. A few familiar ships were orbiting the system, his own battered fleet. It was once more a reminder that he needed to invest in better ships--but for now he would stick with what paid. Troops and tanks.

The transmission came in Ardgal slid it open and gave a satisfied nod. He could always use more hands on hard and dangerous jobs like these. Jobs that required stellar negotiations and cunning.

[I am starting something on Pzob, transmitting the coordinates now,] the general said, [We are working with Vong to establish something great on one of the colonies. Prepare for the strange and explainable.]

"Do you know these ships in orbit?" Asked Alaka'i coming up behind him with hurried steps.

Ardgal turned, crossing his arms, "They are mine. Everything is going as planned. Did you scan for life forms on the surface near our zone?"

"Of course," she said with a dismissal wave of her hand, "Our scanners show the local Gamorreans populate the continent sparsely, estimates run from 1 million to 3.5 million."

Ardgal arched a brow under his helmet, "That's quite a wide spread, Alaka'i."

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[Myles Davorak]

[I am starting something on Pzob, transmitting the coordinates now,] the general said, [We are working with Vong to establish something great on one of the colonies. Prepare for the strange and explainable.]

A smirk drew across Myles' face. He finished his task here, time to start another. He checked the status of his ship The Tempest making sure everything was nominal--which it was today. The coordinates that Raxis gave him was for the planet of Pzob, a backwater planet he hadn't heard of.....not much at least. Prepare for the strange?

Myles put his headset back on and the vessel lifted up into the air, he transmitted a reply back to Ardgal
<<Copy you loud and clear sir, the ETA will be an hour or better. See you planet side. Over and out>>

Shortly after departing, Myles put his ship on auto-pilot, so he could do a quick gear-check and prep for what was yet to come. He looked at records of Pzob, noting that Gamorreans were the main populous of the planet. Perhaps a clean and sweep op? he thought to himself.

Ardgal was planning something big, he could feel it....and Myles would lend a hand anywhere it was needed. This would make one hell of a ride, that's for certain.
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[Myles Davorak]

Only moments passed by and The Tempest disengaged its hyperdrive, he was in orbit around Pzob. Multiple ships were in orbit as well, Myles recognized them as Raxis' fleet. He was going all out wasn't he?

Davorak piloted his AIAT/i slowly, to which one of the nearby ships hailed him

<<Who are you and state your business on Pzob>>

<<Relax, relax, its me....Myles Davorak. Ardgal instructed me to meet him planetside for colonization procedures>>

The comms officer on the hailing ship apologized briefly and Myles was granted passage to the planet. Upon entering the atmosphere, he saw crystal blue waters and lush jungles which reminded him of Rishi--he did love that place, he could come to love it here too. Myles double checked the coordinates Raxis sent him to ensure that he was proceeding to the correct sector.

Now Myles would await to see what Ardgal wanted to do. This was his operation after all, Myles was just here for security and to help Raxis with anything required of him.

[member="Ardgal Raxis"]

 

[Ardgal Raxis]

"It is, but there is a great deal of life out there, we cannot be fully sure," Alaka'i said almost apologetically.

He took a step foward, pointing to a small hill like clearing in the middle of their target area, "Land there we will start from there with our efforts to take this." He transmitted the location to the rest of his rag-tag fleet and soon the descent began. Of course a few of the ships would remain in orbit to keep a protective barrier and ping intel down to those on the ground, but a sizable portion would land planetside.

The clearing was huge, and enough for everyone to land and begin unloading for their operations. Several of the Vong began scurrying out with a few of their biot tech, preparing to grow their new homes. Raxis Godkillers harried out, forming a defensive perimeter. The tension between the two was almost palpitate, but at least they weren't shooting at each other. As Ardgal's boots touched the grassy surface he surveyed their new land. It was theirs, the locals just needed convincing of that. The familiar armored form of Virgil, from crown to boot clad in beskar, strode towards him confidently. "Myles is on his way."

"Perfect, he will be assisting us on this operation."

"Does he know the full details?"

"Not yet, I was counting on you to do that," he said with an incline of his head, "I will be making sure that Alaka'i and I are on the same page with where we go from here."

"Perfect," she said turning and striding off toward the command corvette. It was small in the grand scheme of fleeting but the biggest ship in Raxis' navy, and it was all they needed for now.

[member="Myles Davorak"]

 

[Myles Davorak]

Myles saw a sizable amount of vessels land in a nearby clearing. He pulled back on the throttle and eased his ship overhead. The landing gear was engaged and he came to a complete hover over a tract of land. Once The Tempest made contact with the ground Myles disengaged the power and other systems.

The rear hatch extended out and landed with a noticeable thud. Slung over his shoulder, Myles had his blaster rifle, but he always kept his sidearm ready just in case. He would be among allies-Raxis' forces that is, he wasn't too sure of the Vong but he had to lose his distrust in order for the mission to be successful. The tract of land they were on was excellent--perfect field of vision, perfect settling area. A choice piece of land.

He saw Ardgal's Elite marching around making a defensive perimeter. Myles didn't know where to start. He supposed that either finding Raxis or his trusty officer Virgil would do the trick. The amount of bodies at work was at an expeditionary level. This was sort of an expedition after all.

Davorak still had his headset on, he normally did when he was out in the field. A cool breeze swept over his body in that instance he knew this place would be......something great.

Myles knew that Raxis would be busy with planning so he attempted to hail Virgil
<<Virgil, this is Myles standing by, what are my orders?>>
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[Ardgal Raxis]

Virgil Raxis didn't take too long to come to Myles' side. She didn't change. Her dark armor loomed before him, cold and emotionless--or at least impossibly challenging to read as anything more than a stony, hard warrior.

Her helmet gave a slight incline to Myles, <<Su'cuy. Follow with me please.>>

What she had to disclose was sensitive, not for other eavesdroppers to possibly hear it on accident. The woman led him back into the Corvette, they were alone in a planning room, with a massive table before them that projected a hologram of the content they were on. The data was fed in real time from the ships overhead and if they zoomed in close enough they could even see the other workers moving about outside. Even secluded the hermetical woman didn't remove her helmet. That was something she didn't even do for her cousin Ardgal.

<<The plan is as follows,>> she said taking a strong stance behind the table <<The Vong here have been duped into believing they are going to be making their own colony on this planet. Their leader is Alaka'i, a shaper. They believe this is all for the intent of--some sort of religious and cultural re-branding. The truth is that we are using them.>> she said the words with cold remorse.

<<The Vong will supply us with biots and in return, they will receive a cut of the proceeds. The base we make here will be their colony, but it will all belong to us. All of it, every parcel. The point is for them to believe the lie of autonomy to the very last.>>

She moved her fingers along the map, <<As I am sure you are aware, Pzob is held by Gamorreans, and has been for many an age. We can expect intense fighting from these pigs. Fight like you see fit. But leave no survivors. It is our belief that perhaps some of the gamorreans will submit--eventually. But most will die, it will be a bloody massacre and since they outnumber us by at least 1,000 to 1, mercy is a luxury we cannot afford.>>

The woman folded her arms across her chestplace, her steely T-visor fixing on the older man with a silent stare. <<Questions?>>

[member="Myles Davorak"]

 

[Myles Davorak]

Myles nodded and followed the woman toward the Corvette.

In the months that Myles has worked for Ardgal, he has never seen Virgil without her helmet, which made him wonder even more. The woman was professional and very on top of things, just like her cousin.


After she was done explaining the operation to him, Myles crossed his arms and examined the holo-projection of the continent before nodding.

"No ma'am, no questions from me. Everything makes sense. While flying in I did notice a smaller village to the North, I could start a sweep there. Ill radio you and Ardgal once they have been eliminated. Should further assistance be needed of me, just ping me and ill report wherever.....It's good seein' ya again Virgil"

He cracked a genuine smile at the woman, who's appearance to him was unknown. He stood there awaiting permission to be dismissed. During that time he kept analyzing the map, for any potential strikes at the local populous.

Davorak didn't like killing the innocent but this was for a strong cause, and he owed Ardgal so it evened out.

Now to free up more land and set up operations.....this could be something great. I wonder if.....Ardgal would let me buy a tract of land as a retreat....perhaps I should wait. A better opportunity may present itself.

He was pondering all the possibilities and outcomes of this great campaign.

[member="Ardgal Raxis"]

 

[Ardgal Raxis]

The woman inclined her head a few inches at the older man. It was as close to approval as anyone would get from her these days. Even the Godkillers, who were cut from the same cloth as her, were never really fully let in either. She was ice, pure ice.

"Once the perimeter is sealed, you can feel free to take a squad of the godkillers with you and another of the Alpha Company if you feel the need," she said.

The woman turned on her heel and typed a rapid series of numbers into one of the panels on the side of the wall. The entire wall slid aside, revealing racks and racks of blaster pistols, rifles, grenades, and weaponry. It was a wide arsinol of weapons ranging from the exotic and strange to the mundane and common place. Interspaced among them were RMIA's weapons--some of which were still in development or hadn't reached the markets yet.

"Before you go grab what you need," she ordered, "It won't do anyone any good for you to die out there. Consider it an advance on the installment for your pay in this job."

[member="Myles Davorak"]

Spoiler

Ghost shatter rifle
CAR 7 rifle
Dragoon Pistol
Punisher Pistol
K-40
Brimstone rounds
Smoke Em rounds
Dovin Et
Hellion Heavy Machine Gun
CMO2-06
Fireball Ammo
P-6 Explosive Package

 

[Myles Davorak]

A devilish grin smeared across his face. Now she's talking.

Myles enjoyed looking at weaponry alot. It was a hobby of his when he was in the military, he would spend time at the range more than half the time.

He nodded in happy agreement as he looked over the weapons. Considering the mission he was doing, he needed something "different" he picked up a Punisher pistol and holstered it to his side. He wasn't going to replace his blaster rifle. Not yet at least, but he would take a toy or two. He then saw the CMO2-06 canister, he took a few of them. He had a surprise waiting for those pigs outside.


He signaled to Virgil that he was done re-supplying and added "Thank ya kindly, I am sure i will find good use for these weapons. I will have the north village cleared and ready for annex in about 2 days tops. I won't hold you up any longer, i know you have other things to do other than helping an old man" he chuckled. Hoping to lighten the mood up some.

He gave a polite salute to Virgil and walked away. Stepping out of the Corvette, he knew that he needed to accomplish one thing before attacking the village. Recon.

He went back to The Tempest and grabbed his old macrobinoculars. The North village was tucked away in a thick treeline backed up by a mountain. Reminded him of Naboo in a way.

He opened his comm channel one more time giving one last transmission before he departed <<Ardgal, Virgil. I am going to recon the North Village. I should have it cleared out within the next two days, if any special instructions are needed, let me know. Otherwise I am initiating radio silence. Myles out.>>
[member="Ardgal Raxis"]