Smoke. Fire. The stink of death. Everywhere he looked, he could still recognize the skeleton of his former home. Portions of buildings still stood, scorched black by the flames and the impact of laser fire. Walking into the compound by maneuvering past the broken and smoldering leftovers of the front gate, the blackened remains of his clan all over the place. While he had not been there, he had seen the ship, the same ship that was undoubtedly responsible for blasting huge holes in the compound center, as well as surrounding buildings. Even the walls had been dented, and beskar inlaid walls were not the kind of things you'd knock down with mere bombs and infantry weapons. Going by the corpses, he noticed that many of them had been killed by the impact of the ship cannons, others had their necks snapped while a select few, judging by the unmistakable wounds, had been struck down by a lightsaber. Trying his best to make sense of it all, one creeping thought made one thing very clear. He was the last remnant of clan Jorr.
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Six years had passed, years spent working for MandalMotors before quitting, taking part in brawls in the Mandalorian underground, becoming a smuggler, a bounty hunter, basically doing anything most people would not do due to the danger coming along with it. That said, those people still had a family, people they could turn to for support, be it emotional or financial. Lacking all of the above, he had been forced to do whatever he could in order to make a decent living for himself, something he could not do as a simple engineer under MandalMotors. As he made his way through the galaxy, transporting questionable cargo for questionable people, there were always plenty of ulterior motives in play on his own part. One such motive, perhaps the greatest by far, was how he had always been gathering as much intel on the people that had murdered his clan, his family. Through the years, he had chased down many leads that ended up amounting in nothing more than wasted fuel and effort, though some bits and pieces managed to rarely show up while he was sifting through the garbage.
And now the time for vengeance had come.
Taken to the planet Togoria after getting a viable lead from a Sauvax slaver that had been doing business with a Sith cult that was interested in the collection of youngsters that were gifted with the Force. As was to be expected, the Sauvax was not willing to just give up the information freely, resulting in him losing an arm before giving away what information he had, after which he also lost his head. Slavers were the scum of the galaxy, as anyone who would split a child from their parents deserved what the Sauvax got. Once Torgost pieced together every bit of intel that had been gathered over the years, cross-referenced it with the intel from the Sauvax and checked the Holonet for anything that might aid them. Finding nothing, Thresco still set a course for the surface, hoping to find what he needed once he got further down. As the Jiriad Kadiilir approached the surface, Torgost managed to hack into an encrypted channel that did not belong to the Togorian government. Once Thresco heard what was being said over the channel, he knew instantly that these were the people he was after.
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Sith of Togoria. You've been judged and found wanting. For your transgressions against families everywhere, vengeance will be brought down upon you, and Death shall follow swiftly.".
Speaking to them directly by hacking and using their own channel, Thresco opened up the door to the cargo hold, looking down from the back of his ship and upon a large temple-like construction. Whatever purpose it served, it was most likely their base of operations, as well as their recruitment center. If he was correct in assuming the latter, there was a chance that there were at least some people he would be able to save from becoming twisted and corrupt. Jumping down in mid air, he let Torgost fly the ship, which instantly started opening fire on the higher regions of the temple. Aiming to deal as much damage as possible without causing the structure to collapse, the goal was for Thresco to sneak in without being caught red handed. Waiting as long as he possibly could before activating his jet pack and boots, he landed safely on the second level of the temple. There, he busted into one of the large hardwood doors, dispatching two of the armed guards that were waiting on the other side with his side-arms.
The distraction however turned out to have been quite pointless as several guards entered the hallway he had just set foot in. Opening fire as soon as they saw his skeletal features, blaster fire was flying all around him. Had they been better shots, they might have done some actual damage. Taking a hit to the shoulder, the abdomen and the leg, he took out three frag grenades and tossed them all at the ceiling while taking cover soon after. Thanks to his beskar armor taking the hits, all he would have to show for the shots would be some bruises beneath the unscarred armored plating. As soon as the grenades touched the ceiling, they were set off, taking the unexploded ones in and making them part of the blast, bringing down the ceiling and breaking down the outer walls. Crushing the soldiers directly beneath it, the floor too got taken out in part, creating a hole of three meters that went further into the building. At some point, the leader of the temple would undoubtedly show him or herself, though Thresco had no idea whether to expect them higher or lower on the building.
What was probably just as worrying a thought was the fact that he had not seen a single Sith or dark Jedi or anything waving around a lightsaber yet, meaning the real danger had not even begun showing its ugly face yet. Deciding down was the better way to go now that the higher structure had become somewhat unstable, he leaped down the hole, falling down a good four meters before hitting what felt like ground level. Thanks to his armor and the added stability it provided, he did not even feel much of the impact, allowing him to remain upright even as he landed. Leaving a crack in the floor, the Mandalorian clad in white took a good look around, noticing nothing more than cells on his right and left. Some were filled with mature men or woman, some were filled with children, though there were never more than two people in the same cell. Setting his side-arms from three round bursts to single action, he targeted the locks and released several Ion bolt salvos, melting the inner workings and allowing the doors to simply be pushed open.
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Hear me prisoners, if you wish to make something if your newly earned freedom, I suggest remaining on this level. Go and find your belongings if you wish, or be smart and make the most of this opportunity to head straight for the outside world. I still have a score to settle with these people, so I will continue drawing their attention to me. Now, scatter, all of you.".
