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EXGAL HUNT - Weekend Treasure Hunt 9: Engines of Death

SE-3
Transport A
...the Blaster Rifle was primed, aimed ahead, when Laith felt the kick that he was waiting for as the Transport made its jump into hyperspace causing the Mercenary to lower his center of balance by bending his knees so that he could avoid losing his footing and possibly toppling over. He waited, Blaster Rifle lowering slightly but still aimed ahead, for the jerk that would follow when the Transport left hyperspace again and it came without delay several moments after the kick that had sent them into that same domain. Laith had no way of knowing where he had come out of hyperspace however if the transponder he had planted on the starship was working the Astrometric Droid on his own Light Freighter would be able to track the current location of the Transport and make a subsequent jump into hyperspace to follow it to this new destination. All that needed to happen next was for Laith to move forward with his plan...

...there was little point in turning back now, odds were security on the Transport were already searching for him, which meant that Laith would press on aware of the consequences his actions might entail. There was an audible hiss as the doors to engineering section of the starship opened wide and the Mandalorian walked in causing the eyes of several technicians to turn in his direction. The Blaster Rifle raised snug into the crevice of Laith's right shoulder at the same time and he pulled the trigger knowing that to call for compliance would only invite at least one man to run for an alarm. Men ran for the alarm anyways only this way they were actively being gunned down by blaster fire that dropped them to the ground dead. Did one of them reach an alarm? Had Laith missed one of them? Difficult to say...

...firing the blaster rifle several more times after taking careful aim Laith would watch as a technician fell with a burn mark on his chest and another hit the floor with a similar mark located on his back. No one would be spared. He had come for his prize and he would not be denied. Laith had to move quickly though, he couldn't delay...

...lowering his Blaster Rifle he'd let one of his hands sweep downwards as he moved through the large alcove serving as the main engineering section for the Transport and he'd remove one of the fragmentation grenades from his belt. Pulling the pin Laith only took a necessary moment before raising the grenade over his head and then hurling it into one of the engineering reactors that powered the starship before he turned and ran...

...BOOM!
...

....the explosion caused by a grenade was load but it would be presumably louder when the grenade also destroyed a portion of the reactor, maybe even one of several reactors, causing the Transport to lose engine power and have to compensate. Hyperdrive may have been offline or limited. All part of the plan....

...when the explosion erupted behind Laith as he rushed back to the entrance of engineering he'd uncoil tense leg muscles and dive onto his chest through the doors until he was back inside the dimly lit corridor he'd entered through. Behind him smoke could be seen and would eventually escape through the doors after they had sealed shut while the Mandalorian started to climb back onto his feet and ready his Blaster Rifle for possible resistance responding to the explosion...
[member="Jorus Merrill"]
 
NW-1


Naast'ika Laaran paused at the transmission from [member="Lord Daemos"]. Even Captain Tupu paused at the transmission. "Lieutenant Commander Armada, your opinions?"

"I'm not familiar with that clan." She said after a moment of thought. "He could be telling the truth. But he could also be telling a partial truth. Even before Field Marshal Ordo, there were plenty of Mandalorians that found their way into the service and company of Sith."

"Is that the extent of your insight on the matter?" Captain Tupu asked with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"Unfortunately so, Captain." Answered Shia Armada.

"Lying or not, I can't justify gunning the man down on a hunch." Captain Tupu said. "Let the ship pass. Is the Life Form Indicator tracking the pilot?"

"Yes, Captain. Human of normal physiology." Answered Sirra Demona, the sensor technician.

"Good. I want you to keep a lock on the pilot and monitor his activity on the transport." Captain Tupu said to the sensor technician.

"Aye Captain." Sirra said as she glued her eyes to the screen in front of her.

At the command of his Captain, Naast'ika retracted his guns and let the small craft pass him and approach the transport. Naast'ika turned and followed the craft on its approach, keeping his senses keenly focused on the craft the the pilot within. As the TIE Fighter docked, Naast'ika pulled alongside the transport and followed the much larger ship in its journey, acting as a watchful sentry against whatever ill-intent may befall it. Naast'ika watched as the small human stepped from the small fighter, his sensors easily able to distinguish the creature as it moved within the hull of the large transport. Naast'ika focused solely on the one human among hundreds as it briskly made its way from the hanger and into the deeper areas of the transport.

"Captain... Target is leaving the hanger and making a direct path deeper into the ship." Sirra Demona reported.

"There we have it." Captain Tupu said flatly. "The man was lying about needing repairs. And I'll put money on him lying about being a Mandalorian too. Junior Lieutenant Lassiter, hail the Divine Spirit and inform them that their new guest is deceiving them."

Before the Junior Lieutenant could respond, however, the massive transport jumped to Hyperspace. "Junior Lieutenant Tersu, can you track their Hyperspace route?" Asked the Captain immediately.

"Already on it Captain. They appear the be heading towards NW-3." Responded Tesla Tersu. "I can narrow down target route to a few hundred thousand kilometers, but that's the best we've got."

"Understood." Responded Captain Tupu. "Naast'ika. Make the jump. Follow that freighter."

A brief series of beeps signaled Naast'ika's confirmation of his orders before his port and starboard nacelle retracted closer to his body. Bright yellow light came into existence around his tail and traced intricate pathways over his skin as the light spread towards his prow. Once the brilliant light found purchase at his prow, Naast'ika appeared to be yanked violently forward until he disappeared into the golden light.



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NW-1 to NW-3

A short while later, Naast'ika burst into existence in an area of space not all that far from NW-3. Besides himself, the space was empty. Naast'ika extended his senses as far as he could in all directions, but found no sign of the transport. His voice rang out soft and confused to the crew of his bridge. Moments later though, a tare in hyperspace appeared as the transport was vomited forth into reality only a few hundred Kilometers away from Naast'ika.

He had beat them here.

Naast'ika chirped happily as he raced to the side of the freighter once again. On the bridge, Captain Tupu hailed the Divine Spirit once again and sought to warn them of the danger that lurked within their hull.
 
C O M P A N I O N E S K | S E - 3
OBJECTIVE: EXPLORE AND INVESTIGATE THE TUSKED GOD​
TRANSPORT A​


AWESOME SANCTUM EXPLORATION MIX!
KARMA SLAVE - TITAN A.E

It was no wonder that the transport would come to SE- 3. Weaving the White Current around her, chloe would be invisible to all as she would go into what could only be called a temple for the Tusked god.

There was a tension in the air; a sense of panic. Murmurs would fall as those priests would hasten their duties, of what exactly, Chloe had every intention of finding out.

There was something she barely caught. The mention of a ship, one that would be here soon to gather the last of what shall not be named.

Oh really?

Wanting to learn more, Chloe decided it would suit her to follow this particular individual. See exactly what was to be gathered....
 
Companion Esk | SE-3
Transport A
...once the explosion had rocked the engine room of the Transport minimizing the starships ability to move at best and setting it completely adrift in space at the worst a certain calm came over the area as Laith found. He heard the ships hull -yawn- as the Transport continued ahead under its previous momentum however without engine power navigation and maneuverability had become more difficult. Hyperspace, at the moment, was likely no longer an option for this Transport until repairs were done made ever clear by the smoke escape the hairline crack in the doors leading to the engineering section of the vessel...

...pausing as he moved ahead down a corridor, away from one of the engineering section, Laith felt the telltale tug of something as though it were calling to his mind and summoning him someplace else on this ship. Now that he was onboard the Transport it become much difficult to ignore too prompting the Mandalorian to grumble...
"Alright, I'm coming."...he had yet to discover the epicenter of this mental pull however much he started to be pulled towards it but turning down one corridor he would start in that direction...

...he came back to the present, snapping from his mental lapse, just as archaic blaster fire began to rain down in his direction causing him to swing back behind a corridor and use the wall as cover. He heard shouts calling him an intruder and telling others to move in on the flank which indicated to Laith that the security teams had finally found him and were moving in for the kill. Waiting he would take a breath, prime his Blaster Rifle and swing back around from behind cover while sucking close to the wall to return fire. Aiming was quick so his accuracy wasn't a hundred percent but the suppressive fire caused his assailants to take cover and Laith thought he might have caught one in the shoulder...

...after the brief exchange of blaster fire Laith disappeared back behind cover in the adjacent corridor again before moving back looking for an alternate exit route. He had the local layout of the Transport on his datapad so finding his way wouldn't be difficult but he would need a route with a minimum amount of resistance. He had something in mind too but there was one more problem before he could reach his destination...

...as he went down the corridor towards his new destination a body came around face to face with him, a member of the Security Teams on the ship, and with a deft hand knocked Laith's blaster aside just as he fired causing the shot to go wild off into a wall of the corridor. Pushing ahead Laith let the Blaster Rifle drop out of his hands and the men started to grapple with one one another going back and forth for a brief amount of time. Using the synthetic muscle grafted to his body to his advantage Laith would tense and then thrust the man he was tied up with back against a corridor wall before driving in close and then delivering several stiff knees to the mans midsection. When he lurched forward Laith would snap his helmed head forward in a headbutt that caught the man in the face and knocked him senseless causing the Mandalorian to release him and let him slide back against the wall...

...retrieving the Blaster Rifle Laith had start to move away before he paused and looked back, then he'd lean down take the man by his foot and start to drag him down the corridor towards his destination. He didn't have long as the audible voices of the Security Teams were closing in on him. Moving quickly he made his way to a ventilation duct in the corridor and knelt down before prying off the grate that kept it secure so that he could enter via that route however before he moved on he took the unconscious man he'd brought with him and laid him prone infront of the duct entrance. Once he'd done this Laith took his remaining fragmentation grenade, primed it and slid it under the mans body so that he could use his weight as a safety until he was rolled over creating a boobytrap for the man tracking him...

...climbing into the duct afterwards Laith was on his way towards the pull he felt gnawing at the back of his mind, calling him...
 
C O M P A N I O N E S K | S E - 3
OBJECTIVE: Get to the ship!​
TRANSPORT A​


AWESOME SANCTUM EXPLORATION MIX!
KARMA SLAVE - TITAN A.E
[member="Ermac Laith"]

The White current would continue to hide Chloe, the Warden following the Tusked priests. They were all panicked; something had happened to their transport.

News would relay that the transport had been ripped out of hyperspace, currently adrift in space just over SE-3. Oh they were all in a tizzy, already wondering about what they can do about repairs.

Word would spread, and communication from within the transport would suggest that they just might not be able to make it. Maybe it was time to get a closer look. While she wouldn't be able to do it from here -- she could get on the Aurora herself and fly up there.

Just what had gone wrong?
 
SE-3
Transport A
...crawling through the airducts was uncomfortable but he would make the best of an awkward situation as he squeezed further down the stretching duct until he reached a junction and was invited to more more momentarily. Laith was checking the datapad on the right forearm of his Beskar'gam when he heard the explosion behind him indicating that the Security Teams on the Transport had located their comrade and turned him over only to discover the grenade that he had lodged into place. Anyone in the vicinity of the explosion was likely either killed or incapacitated but Laith was almost certain that considering the size of the Transport there were other security personnel to replace the number that he had dealt with. Issues would arise when they began searching for him in earnest which is why Laith had to hurry...

...he chose what looked like the most expedient route to central and secure storage before beginning to crawl through the airducts again with a grunt. Only the sounds of some exertion may have given him away but thankfully the ducts ran deep into the ship which meant unless he was near a grate that could exit out into the main corridors there was little chance of him being discovered. After all as large as this Transport happened to be it was also archaic by galactic standards which meant all the bells and whistles you might expect to find on another starship were largely missing here...

...as he crawled the Mercenary had no idea what kind of comms chatter was occurring around him or throughout the ship but he could imagine the Priests of Tusk were in a state of emergency after the crippling loss of their engines and were attempting to find some solution that would give them thruster control again. Laith paused, he'd crawled quite a ways and was getting closer to the cargo storage which, according to his layout of the ship, he could access via these ducts...

...closer, he was getting closer...

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[member="Chloe Blake"]


...the Gladius Class Light Freighter would come out of hyperspace near the aft of the Transport. The Astrometric Droid using the coordinates from the transponder that Laith had planted on the Transport to follow it to SE-3. Any attempt to contact the Gladius Class starship would be met with relative silence meaning once could make their own assumptions as to its purpose here with the Trasnport....
 
C O M P A N I O N E S K | S E - 3
OBJECTIVE: Get to the ship!​
TRANSPORT A​


AWESOME SANCTUM EXPLORATION MIX!
KARMA SLAVE - TITAN A.E
Ermac Laith

It wasn't long before the Aurora Hawk would break atmo with a heading towards the Priest of Tusks Transport. Even shorter time to notice the Gladius Class freighter right along in its wake. No comm back after attempting to contact it made Chloe's eyes narrow in growing suspicion. The warden was well used to dealing with the scum of the hyperlanes, but this was another kind of mess.

Contact with the transport yielded a measure of panic from the Priests of the Tusk. A response that she was here to help was met with a measure of caution, but they had no other choice. Not when the world of SE-3 had no real manner of technology within their space to help them. Scans would start to run over who was nearby the ship besides her. If this was pirates...

The Aurora would soon use its force tunnel to connect to the vast bulk transport before detaching. It wasn't long before Chloe was too long behind.
 
SE-3
Transport A
Objective: Secure the Cargo....somehow....
...travel through the airducts continued as Laith made his way towards his destination until he noticed some very peculiar things. Mainly that the ducts were beginning to fill with a thick, colorless, gas that was likely being circulated through them in an attempt to flush the Mandalorian out or incapacitate him however air scrubbers in his helm and vacuum seals on his Beskar'gam, which also came with a separate oxygen supply, would have ensured that did not occur. Tipping his head as he continued to crawl Laith would give a..."Nice try boys."...while he made his way towards his destination knowing that the security teams were likely trying to mobilize at this point. Not going to happen though...

...these ducts stretched throughout the Transport and about three junctions later Laith had finally made his way to a grate that lead into the main secure storage hold of the vessel which prompted him to turn around and use both his feet to boot open his hatch to freedom as it were. Moments later he was slipping out of the ducts and....moments after that...he heard a voice before suppressive fire began to come at his position causing him to duck behind cover and suck close to one of the walls ensuring that flanking him at this point wasn't an option for his attackers...

...it was only after he'd ducked down that he realized that he'd come out onto a catwalk and that this storage hold was absolutely massive causing him to mutter...
"What the hell are these people transporting."...he wanted something valuable but not altogether massive which is why as he surveyed the area, his friend/foe designator on his hud picking up hostile targets for him, Laith would have finally seen it just over the edge of the catwalk that must have stretched hundreds of feet below. Literally whatever he was looking at was larger than some Frigates or Corvette's; he had no idea what he was seeing here...

...it was a Kerts-Bhrg...

...luckily he was snapped from his brief reverie but the sound of shooting and something blasting the wall just above his head causing him to raise his Blaster Rifle and return fire on his enemies. Aiming was augmented by his friend/foe designator and Laith squeezed the trigger dropping one of his assailants with a volley to the chest that left a small, blackened, impression where it had struck indicating he'd be hit by blaster fire. He could trade shots with the security team for awhile but instead of that he'd move along the catwalk towards another area in the enormous cargo hold...

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...Laith had no idea he wasn't the only one onboard this Transport anymore....
[member="Chloe Blake"] [member="Jorus Merrill"]
 
SE-3
Transport A
Objective: Figure out what is going on!
[member="Ermac Laith"]
>.> Holidays got busy... so sorry xD

Once aboard, things were hectic. And this means hectic.

With a full tikiuni suit, Chloe was able to avoid the gas. She had some time, but what was going on?! Scrambled information as she made her way through the ship would say that the hyperdrive was knocked out.

They were already sending personal to try and see what was wrong, but apparently a firefight broke out. Pirates?

Her eyes would narrow. Being a Warden of the Sky meant she had her fair share of dealing with space pirates-- and their blasters. Her jaw would set.

"Come on!" she'd say, as she would make her way towards yet likely another foolish endevor. But then again, she wouldn't be Chloe Blake if she did otherwise.
 
SE-3
Transport A
Objective: Vent it all. Secure the Cargo.
...volleys of blaster fire were exchanged as Laith continued moving down the catwalk while defending his position from the security personnel that the Priests of the Tusk employed to safeguard their cargo. Moving down the catwalk would take the Mercenary across adjoining catwalks which stretched across the interior of what was an incredibly large cargo hold. Large because it needed to be in order to hold the cargo that the man had been looking down at only moments again. Now Laith was rushing to claim that cargo for himself but it was a difficult task made harder by the efforts of the crew to impede him as well as the relative hardships of moving something so enormous out of the transport however he had an idea when it came to this type of thing...

...rushing down the catwalk towards one end of the cargo hold Laith was headed towards a control terminal secluded away on the other side of a hatch which lead into a maintenance and control room for the hold. Up until now he'd been trading in hit and run tactics with the defenders of the transport firing volleys back at them while their own zipped around him wildly but no one could keep this up forever. Eventually they would formulate a plan and outflank Laith trapping him in an unenviable position...

...his choices were clear. Sink or swim. Well he'd come this far. Ducking his head he charged towards the hatch that he'd been eying and punching the door controls he'd have ducked inside as the hatch hissed open. He'd cornered himself but for a good reason. Moving almost instantly towards the control terminal Laith started to to tap in several key prompts. Technology on these transports hadn't been advanced so it was only a matter of time before he had the access he sought...

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...across the Transport the following prompt would suddenly echo out through the Cargo Hold as well as the general vicinity...


[Environmental Breach Imminent. Cargo Breach in 60...59...58...57...]

...basically that was the signal that the cargo doors were going to open and vent into the vacuum of space which was bad news for everyone in the hold, or going there, unless they had a plan. Anything not tied down would probably be vented into the black which included the enormous cargo...

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...all Laith had to do was wait and make contact with the Astrometric Droid aiding him in his mission aboard his Light Freighter hovering outside the Transport...
"You there?"...beep, boop in response..."Get ready to come around and pick me up."...with the vacuum seals his armor came equipped with as well as the separate oxygen supply Laith was all about floating out of the transport with his prize. Once he'd done that everything would become easier he imagine...hopefully...maybe...
[member="Chloe Blake"]
 
SE-3
Transport A
Objective: Stop the countdown. Fly out baby to pew pew! Meet a pirate!

[Environmental Breach Imminent. Cargo Breach in 60...59...58...57...]

Tick tock goes the clock.

And the clock would. Crud!

Well this would be where her tikiuni suit from Silk came in handy, as well as the razor personal propulsion gear. Ohhh boy, this was about to get all kinds of interest.

"Tell everyone to get out of that cargo hold now!" she'd shout, motioning for the others to get a move on or secure their efforts.

She would whip her head around to a Whippid priest next to her. "Get security to override that protocol." While the hyperdrive may have been down, it didn't mean that their own internal security measures could not override and lock that station down there. Efforts were made to start punching in overidecodes. With this being their own vessel, it didn't take long --

[Environmental Breach Imminent. Cargo Breach in 49...48...47.. Environmental breach deactivated. ]

Her comm would beep from the Aurora. It was DOT.

[ Got a transport out here moving towards the cargo area.] her eyes would narrow at that.

"Blast em with the Ion canons, DOT. I want that ship dead in the water. " she would turn to the Whipid next to her. "Lock the terminals in the cargo hold down. We don't want this happening again."

With the Aurora making headway towards the vessel with full intention to blast her ion canons onto it, Chloe would continue. She didn't need to get locked down nice and tight.

This wasn't her first rodeo.

She had a pirate to dance with.
 
SE-3
Transport A
Objective: No countdown. No ship. No worries....
...anticipation often begot disappoint which why when the countdown ceased and the breach was deactivated Laith would have frowned underneath his helmet, an expression no one else could see, he should have known they'd have some way to reroute the breach he'd begun to trigger even though the Transport was far more primitive than the galactic standard. Pressing a few of the controls on the terminal he'd have discovered he was being locked out completely causing him to mutter..."Clever."...before he turned away and walked back out of the hatch which opened to accommodate him as he went back onto the catwalk high above the ground level of the cargo hold...

...moving back out onto the catwalk he'd have noticed almost immediately that no one was firing at him, security personnel were retreating, he saw the last of his attacking withdrawing like ants from above while he surveyed the enormous hold. The Blaster Rifle he held in his right hand lowered and he reached for an item that had been hidden on his person, one of the strange electronic components he'd picked up on the death world designated, which he'd lift to examine briefly. Wondering aloud he couldn't help himself...
"What do you do?"...as he looked beyond the component he held in his left hand to the Kerts-Bhrg that filled the cargo hold a plan started to come together...

...the electronic component was stashed on his Beskar'gam again and Laith would follow by accessing the datapad integrated into the right forearm of his armor. He'd run a quick diagnostics before checking the Beskar'gam to ensure everything was still operational after which a weapons check follow. Blaster Rifle was still good but starting to run low on ammo, Sonic Carbine was still slung over his right shoulder via a strap and his Vibrosword was likewise sheathed there with its hilt extending up over his shoulder. Fragmentation Grenades were out but blowing up his payload really wasn't what he'd intended at all...

...beep, boop the sound of the Astrometric Droid aboard the Gladius Class Light Freighter would alert Laith to the fact that it had finally detected another vessel which seemed to be maneuvering to come into range of it...
"Figures."...came his answer over the comms..."Execute evasive action. Leave."...the command was clear, whether or not the Astrometric Droid would be successful or not was another matter, the Light Freighter would begin to break off and away from the Transport moments later. Laith had no worries concerning the ship, the transponder he'd planted aboard the Transport would ensure it could locate him again if it made a successful escape...

...as for Laith himself where could he go? Back into the ducts maybe but this game of cat and mouse with the Priests of Tusk needed to come to an end eventually. He'd wait up on the catwalk, staring down below into the cargo hold and the Kerts-Bhrg that filled it, as though he didn't have a care in the world. Well maybe one care, it'd be interesting if he could get that Kerts-Bhrg working inside the Transport...
[member="Chloe Blake"]
 
SE-3
Transport A
Objective: Pew pew at the ship, meet an [member="Ermac Laith"]... maybe...

Emergency klaxons would scream overhead, the yellow hazard lights sweeping back and forth in alarm. Her white boots would go thumping against the metal durasteel grate walkways, getting her to the enormous cargo bay hanger.

She arrived at large double blast doors, and her brow would furrow. Taking out her QQ-83N Sidearm, she took stock of what she had. A Echani Personal Shield Generator, her Tikuini Shipsuit, her Oubliette Satchel with TerentAttack Cuffs and one Warden Cloak. So maybe not the best armored, but she was well used to that. She set her sidearm to stun. Tiny thing it may be, but it had some pow.

DOT would relay that they were closing in on the other transporter. The subsequent pew pew of ion cannons would go blasting in a strafing motion at it, in the hopes of being able to strike it and disable it.

Meanwhile, Chloe would finish her check, sending a prayer to the Corellian Gods for protection. Hitting the button on the console, it would slide open to allow her entrance.

Slowly, she would start to slide in, pressing herself close to the wall as she would start searching.

What she saw at first glance she could not miss. Two Kerts-Bhrg's smack dab in the center. The large contraptions were impossible to miss.

"Oh lawdy." she'd whisper. It made sense now.

On the alert, she would start her search.
 
SE-3
Transport A
Objective: Make the acquaintance of [member="Chloe Blake"]
...astrometric droids were capable of handling simple tasks, sometimes more advanced ones depending on their programming, but given that Laith had ordered the droid on his Light Freighter into evasive action it didn't stand much of a chance. It would preform some very basic evasive action that would have allowed it to dodge around certain arcs of enemy fire but eventually those ion cannons would hammer it and the ship itself gradually lose power on all but the most rudiment systems. Onboard the astrometric droid would beep out in distress before comms died...

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...the last communication from his ship caused Laith to frown beneath the visor of his helm before he cranked his neck to one side and then the other until the telltale -pop- of the bones could be heard. It had come to this. Looking down off the catwalk into the cargo hold that housed the massive Kerts-Bhrg generators he'd have drummed his fingers on a railing before switching his helms optics over to an infrared arc of vision that allowed him to detect individuals via their body heat. No use waiting around...

...Laith backed up, away from the catwalk railing, then took a short running start before leaping over the railing and into the air as he flew off the catwalk. Jump Servos in his armor added an extra sense of elevation and distance as he leapt before coming down loudly on the outer hull of the nearest Kerts-Bhrg. Landing in a kneel Laith scanned the surrounding area quickly until he finally looked in her direction and hesitated...

...he didn't know Chloe Blake, he'd never seen her before, but he knew that she was not one of the Priests of the Tusk and he didn't think she worked for them either. It irritated him. He'd start to climb back up into his full stance, the Blaster Rifle noticeable in his right hand held across his midsection...
"Who are you?"...he'd call out..."You're just some spacer aren't you?"...it didn't seem like he took her as much of a threat, especially looming far above on the Kerts-Bhrg, but looks could be deceiving...

...with synthetic muscle lining his body Laith had the fast twitch response time to react very quickly among other things however it wasn't that making him special. Underneath his Beskar'gam, on his left forearm and hand, the Mark of Velok itched just a bit and probably radiated with a dark side taint Laith was unaware of though...
 
SE-3
Transport A
Objective: Make the acquaintance of [member="Ermac Laith"]


The Mark of Shule would cause a slight burn in her eyes, but it did what it did and it filled her with a sense of calm and clarity. She held her sidearm up, hearing the low thud of another walking down the walkways, until finally a male voice chipped in.

Well... there's one. Question was, were there any more?

"Granddaddy would tell me that we are all some form of spacer if'n we decide to travel the stars," came her own reply, sliding with her back to the wall down the catwalk, keeping her eyes peeled...

And caught sight of the form clad in Mando Iron.

"Granted, some folks decide to travel while others decide to take advantage..." she would say through the helm of the tikiuni dragonskin.

"Guesin this is where the question calls out which manner of man are you?"
 
SE-3
Transport A
Objective: Talking with [member="Chloe Blake"]
...transcending the catwalk of the cargo hold after he'd leapt off and onto the hull of the Kerts-Bhrg he'd been admiring Laith had risen up to stand straight, clad in his Beskar'gam, while Chloe Blake offered him the insight of her GrandDaddy who seemed a very perceptive man truth be told. Nonetheless Laith wasn't the type to be moved by homegrown wisdom passed down through the generations which prompted his initial response..."Well then I suppose we're both spacers."...followed by a brief chuckle that emanated from beneath the helm that he wore....

...Laith hadn't made an attempt to conceal himself. He stood there, in full view if Chloe was in any position to take a good look at him, the Blaster Rifle still held in his right hand with the remainder of his toys easily visible as well. There was a silence that seemed to exist momentarily between them until...

...
"I'm the manner that survives."...he didn't have any real allegiance so to speak though there were a few individuals who had earned his loyalty. Out here in the vast darkness of space a man spent most of his time alone though...

...now here the two of them were, like an old west showdown without the tumbleweed to coming rolling through. Laith was reasonably sure that she didn't work for the Priests of the Tusk but he had been surprised in the past....
"What does GrandDaddy suggest you do next?"...he seemed curious as to what her next move was going to be, after all he might have considered shooting her were she to cross his line of sight cleanly but on the other hand he had been a sucker for a pretty face in the past too...
 
SE-3
Transport A
Objective: Talking with [member="Ermac Laith"]

"Well reckon that depends on what objective ya'll seem so incline to do in the next half hour or so." her voice would drawl out, Corellian tried and true. The Warden of the Sky kept herself with a good amount of cover; one never knew when this was gonna turn into a fight. And she had to be ready for everything.

"So then, guess we get onto right and proper greetings. Names Blake. Chloe Blake." she done told him, blue eyes darting to the Kerts-Bhrg and beyond.

"How bout you?"
 
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Objective: Talking with [member="Chloe Blake"]
...he recognized that accent, Correllian, it took him a few moments upon hearing it but he finally came to terms with it in the recesses of his memory which caused him to smile a tad beneath the cover of his helm. No more than her remark did though. Looking ahead Laith would have replied..."Only a half an hour? You wound me."...underneath his helm a smirk accompanied his sentiment..."I thought we would be spending much longer together."...after all the future was an unwritten chart...

...Laith was still standing up on the hull of the massive Kerts-Bhrg when he finally crouched down, lowering his blaster rifle in the process, calling out as he did...
"Come out and let me see you Chloe Blake, we can't be introduced properly if I haven't seen your face."...she was with cover, somewhere, he thought he might have seen her briefly with her back pressed to a wall back he'd lost track of her. Despite this he remained on lookout ensuring that he would be difficult to surprise...

...
"Don't worry, I won't shoot at you."...he assured her after his last words realizing that she must know if she were to step out into the open it would put her at a potential disadvantage if she accepted his invitation...

...crouched down, his Blaster Rifle lowered, Laith would wait to see if Chloe Blake would take him up on his offer only remembering to introduce himself in the process...
"Laith."...a pause..."Laith is my name, Laith Varad."...he was known by another name too but that seemed unimportant at the moment...
 
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Objective: Talking with Ermac Laith

The corner of Chloe's mouth would quirk up at the assurance that he won't shoot her. A wry chuckle would come forth, not quite as gullible as she had been before. She was a True Believer in the Corellian gods, yes -- but that didn't mean she was a fool.

As a Warden of the Sky, she had well some knowledge about the comings and goings of traveling down the Hyperlanes, Wild Space, and beyond.

"That so Mistah Varad?" she'd call out, still taking stock of her situation. "Now what has you coming round this neck of the woods, mmm?"

"You keen on talking philosophy with the Priests of the Tusk?" her voice would hold notable humor. "As for more intimate introductions, well... guess that depends rightly on you."
 

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