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I See a Blood Moon Rising [Mandalorian Dominion of Gromas]

Darth Odium

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[member="Danger Arceneau"]

Odium walked over to the woman and took an old lighting device, he took it off a body, and lit her cancer inducer and set the lighter down infront of her.

<<So, pretty you are.>> he said to her alone as he paused then walked back to his seat and rested, <<what will you do to get me to leave quietly? What would you give me to not ruin your day?>>
 
Hm. He would get an extra million, and a location that could bring millions more, if he went with [member="Darth Odium"]'s offer. But if he went with [member="Danger Arceneau"]'s it would win the favor of probably the richest person in the galaxy; which could also be extremely profitable. It didn't look like Danger was going to make a counter offer... Or prehaps she was waiting to see if she would have to. If she did, he could get even more credits out of this... If she didn't, he could take the Nautolan's offer anyway. It was best to wait and see. So rather then respond to either offer, Mrrew addressed Danger. "I'll go out on a limb and say he" Here he nodded to Odium. "Is another stock holder? Why're you collecting Moch stock? Planning on buying them out?" The Togorian asked with genuine curiosity. Hoefully notonly would he find out why he was called here in more detail, he would remind Danger that she wanted his stock...

(I just realized how Mrrew is slowly becoming corrupted by credits, lmao.)
 
Suited, strapped, locked and loaded, Nolan awaited on board a shuttle. He was ready to take the asteroids for the resources they possessed. Nolan prepared himself for the battle ahead, He was unsure what to expect from the Blood Moon itself, but he would be prepared either way. Looking into the hangar, he saw the other vod collecting and gearing up.

He sent a comm to [member="Satine D'ulin"], Be home soon, got one more job then we can start the Riduurok.


Nolan cracked his neck and took a seat on the first chair of the dropship and waited to depart.

[member="Strider Garon"] | [member="Captain Larraq"] | [member="Azrael"] | [member="Ordo"] | [member="Kila Cadau"] | [member="Muad Dib"] | [member="Ginnie Ordo"] | [member="Anastasia Rade"] | [member="Arrbi Betna"] | [member="Anija Ordo"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Davin Skirata"] | [member="Solare Moneta"] | [member="Kraigmiir Hijiin"] | [member="Mike Skirata"] | [member="Xalus"] | [member="Arla Balor"] | [member="Kad Tor"] | [member="Chloe Kandossii"] | [member="Evi Sohl"]
 
Kal sat up from where he was currently slouching in the co-pilot's seat. Next to him Teroch waited silently at the controls. In the back Haran and Aayla were arm wrestling with varying results. Pushing from the chair completely he moved from the cockpit, one hand having clasped his vod's shoulder for a moment before passing.

The other two had moved from the table to the floor where each were grappling for control of the other. Passing Kal smirked but still chastised them. "Stop fighting. I don't need either one of you hurt and mating rituals should be stopped until we aren't working." Shaking his head in amusement he hit the ramp and walked down it once it had lowered to the hanger floor.

Hanging an arm from the hydraulic he looked out on the hanger which bustled with activity as mandos ran from ship to ship, some loading up, others cajoling allies, while still others did last minute checks. He smirked and kept his eye out for anyone he knew while waiting for the order to begin the scouting and mapping.
 
[background=#232323]MOHC EXTRACTIVES HEADQUARTERS[/background]
[background=#232323]GROMAS 16[/background]
[background=#232323]BLOOD MOON [/background]
[background=#232323]@Mrrew @Darth Odium[/background]

'Well enough' would come her slow murmur, cheeks sinking in as she took a slow deep drag. Acrid smoke would rise to sting her eyes, but that smile wouldn't fade.

Her green eyes would flick over to Mrrew. Another dazzling smile. "I'll match my associates offer," she said, in terms of credits. "As well as provide the Beast Hunter's Guild with a contract to provide their armstech from Browncoat Industrial." smoke would pour from her lips in a spicy cloud of smoke towards Odium.

"As for you Mistah Odium..." she'd coo at Odium, " You should really reconsider just who might show up at the front door at any given moment." this was in direct reference to the Mandalorians.

And they would not be quite as courteous as her.
 
The Genet Werda, the Grey Shadow, waited like a bird of prey perched upon the hanger floor. The ramp was down and Atin Kandossii found himself on top tinkering with the dish linked to the sensor array. His lower body was armored but as he had been squeezing into the engines and other compartments of his ship he had removed his weaponry and his beskar plates from his upper body.

Blonde hair fell into his eyes and he wiped the back of his forearm across his forehead to get the hair from sticking to the sweat there. He left a faint line of dark grease there above his eyebrows as the furrowed while he worked. He hated down time and as this was actually a needed upgrade for the ship and especially crucial for the scanning they would be doing of the moons and asteroids in their search for phrik.

Hopping down from atop his ship he landed lithely in a crouch and stretched to loosen his body up as he had been bent over the dish for the better part of an hour. Put with that complete he was done with his tinkering and the only thing left to do was wait for the command from the Mand'alor to begin their mapping.
 
Just another day wasn't it or so she would think. As she fully suited readying herself to go. Looking out at the rocks that held something so dear. Only wouldn't see but a bunch of rocks but with being in the mining. She knew all just how much those rock like those could be of value. That just what they going to find out.

Taking a seat as she started to cheek her weapons and jet pack. Then to see the extra power cell.

Strider Garon | Captain Larraq | Azrael | Ordo | Kila Cadau | Muad Dib | Ginnie Ordo | Anastasia Rade | Arrbi Betna | Anija Ordo | Vilaz Munin |Davin Skirata | Solare Moneta | Kraigmiir Hijiin | Mike Skirata | Xalus | Arla Balor | Kad Tor | Chloe Kandossii | Evi Sohl
 

Darth Odium

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[member="Mrrew"] [member="Danger Arceneau"]

"I can't top that Mr. Mrrew." Odium said via his vocabulator. He hadn't had eleven million to play withanyway. Not that he wouldn't have stolen it if he had to.

He walked sat forward in his seat and stretched a controlled invisible tendril of force drain in her direction.

<<Are you willing to bet, they're faster than me or that I care that much?>> he asked as he brushed her with the force drain, << can you afford that gamble?>>
 

Kila Cadau

Mando Rally Master (With a metal kneecap)
Sitting nearby was the rookie transfer from Red Legion and a veteran initiate. Kila always admired such people, especially if they were content with their station, because they knew that an army full of leaders got exactly jackstang done. And it sounded like this one did.

"Kila?"

And then, of course, there was Jare Squad. Particularly, there was Kote, Mordyn Cadau's sixteen year old son and Kila's cousin. He was smart and capable, but none too experienced. "Yes?"

"What - exactly - is phrikite?"

Kila smiled behind her helmet. "It's a compound of phrik - lightsaber resistant metal. Rare, expensive, durable. Good for making armor."

"Better than beskar?" He asked, sounding slightly skeptical. As well he should - the main reason Aliit Cadau lived in houses that were barely a step up from mud and sticks was that they were stubbornly devoted to making sure each and every member had beskar'gam and not the shoddy durasteel substitute. "Durasteel for dead men" was a common Cadau saying, especially among the older generation.

Tyvark - twenty-five, melee specialist and an old friend of Kila's - chipped in with his opinion. "Depends on your preference. Phrik's lighter, so it's easier to move in, but it's hard to beat beskar for versatility and durability."

"So, no." Kote summed up, making Kila snort explosively in an attempt to control her laughter and Corr look up from double-checking his sniper rifle with raised eyebrows.

Tyvark just shrugged. "Pretty much." He conceded. Vila, his twin sister, snickered. "Well, vod'ika, why did you just say so?" She teased, and Tyvark started to reply before Kila cut them both off.

"All right, let's be adults here, thank you." She said, an edge to her voice. "Just because we're not dropping into a combat zone doesn't mean we're not expecting to have to fight."
 
Muad was leaning against a bulkhead flipping his skinning knife from hand to hand. In his sith armor he stood out a bit from his new brothers and several of them gave him dark looks. Considering recent history he well understood why they looked at him so. He was a physical reminder of loss many of them felt, whether personal or by the loss of leaders including their mand'alor. But Muad wouldn't go into a potential fight without armor. He was mad not stupid.

Grinning as he continued to flip the blade his glowing blue eyes returned the gazes sent his direction. He had been invited to a group of mandos by [member="Anija Ordo"] and, not having anywhere else he needed to be, he accepted. So here he was with his new found people to do something for their faction. Expanding their territories and claiming important resources.

[member="Arrbi Betna"]
 
Ana hated sitting idle waiting for something to happen. They were not going planet side until given the word as such she had taken to answering a message from a slicer whom had become quite important to her. One day she would need to introduce him to Az.

Ana didn't speak about it much or at all but she was actual was very familiar with mining. The Graug had her in the mines as a little girl. It wasn't prink or at least she didn't think it was but it had been special. She knew how tedious of a process it was and how to get the most bang for your buck. She didn't like talking about her past though so nobody really knew.
 
Comparatively the fleet edging into Gromas' sector was smaller than most advances of the Mandalorian force. Despite it's lack luster girth of sheer number, the payload on the three vessels was more than enough to spread their ranks across an area spanning over two dozen moons to setup shop. Each frigate began to pull away from the Bison as the planet was within visual range, forming a line barrier before and behind the thick block like shape of the impressive load bearing workhorse. Flaring engines to slow their approach, and position themselves into a deep orbit about the gas giant. Clouds of smoke and pockets of surface atmospheric storms sparked to life across the mass of gravity held gasses. Gas giants didn't do much, but they did hold a fairly good gravity well that kept their orbiting celestial mass intact. Lightning arched back and forth hidden in the mass of clouds covering Gromas proper in veins of blue and even dark red creating a rather magnificent view from the interior of the ship. Most of these moons were not inhabited, but still functional. Few had been terraformed to even give an atmosphere to them, and there might have been some unknown settlements dispersed throughout the region. There were going to be a lot of deck hands working the perimeter, with such a mass of territory, they'd need a lot of groups to squad up and make port on the various floating structures.

"All stop - sink into orbit." Azrael gave the command to the ship's flight crew as the three vessels synced into a perfect line to lurch through the gravity lane and survey the situation. Bringing up the commlink feed to the engineering teams and their various squads - he piped in from the command deck. :: All squads, prep for departure. Start excavation on possible base sites. Life support systems are first in line, then work on fortifications. Once you land, send out droid pods to survey the area, and assess the terrain for settlements, or any other life-form out there. It's possible we've got company out there, and until we're ready for the Blood Moon I don't want any undue surprises. :: The half blood said as he switched screens and started the assignment of moons in that quadrant to the various teams aboard the Bison. Once the squads received their drop orders, his attention turned to the two escort frigates.

:: Pilots, keep a weather eye on the area, keep me appraised of any hostile forces in the area, or hyperlane transmissions. :: The twin frigate's long range scanners would be optimal for the current situation while they deployed dozens of squads into the black to make purchase on the chosen moons. They were steering clear of the Blood Moon for now, as Azrael had other plans for that plot of land and the mines on it. He wanted to save that for last, and he was going to make a personal visit to that moon once things were underway with the rest of the system. This was certainly not a stealth mission - as the vode were plain as day and clearly coming to add the system to their reach and territory - but as of yet they hadn't come in seeking to destroy anything - but merely to build and expand. That could always change though - knowing who they were.

[member="Captain Larraq"] | [member="Strider Garon"] | [member="Ordo"] | [member="Kila Cadau"] | [member="Muad Dib"] | [member="Anastasia Rade"] | [member="Arrbi Betna"] | [member="Anija Ordo"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Nolan Detta"] | [member="Davin Skirata"] | [member="Solare Moneta"] | [member="Kraigmiir Hijiin"] | [member="Mike Skirata"] | [member="Xalus"] | [member="Arla Balor"] | [member="Kad Tor"] | [member="Chloe Kandossii"] | [member="Evi Sohl"]

Mohc Extractives

[member="Ayden Cater"] | [member="Danger Arceneau"] | [member="Dissero"] | [member="Valik"] | [member="Darth Odium"] | [member="Mrrew"]
 
Mrrew glanced over at [member="Darth Odium"] as [member="Danger Arceneau"] spoke. Something was off about him. Something wrong. He had been completely silent ever since the Togorian walked in... Why? Mrrew pushed the curiosity out of his mind as he heard Danger's offer. He smiled, showing fangs long enough to qualify as daggers. This was what he had hoped would happen; she'd top the odd Nautolan's offer with something better, and he'd be able to make more then he would if he had just accepted the ten million in the first place. He could have haggled further, but Arceneau's reference of the ever approaching Mandalorians were enough to encourage him to speed up. He would rather be leaving by the time they got to the Moch headquarters. "Sounds perfect." He nodded to the red-haired human. "The stock is yours."
 
[member="Kila Cadau"]

He sat silently and listened to the exchange with an anxious mind. He looked at the armor, heard the voice, and suddenly the image of her laying in the Dromund Kaas ruins bleeding life while Davin patched her and Ordo stood watch? The last he had seen her was when he had put her in the medivac and then she was gone.

He fought the urge to jump up and hug the woman he had loved like a little sister, whether she wanted him too or not. He settled for smiling behind the black "T" of his visor and kicking her boot.

"Any idea what the brass want us to do ner vod?" he said feeling like it did just before Mygeeto turned from a set up base to a fight a droid army and Sith.
 
Arla was quiet, she was always quiet waiting was not something that went well with her. The unknown ahead, the tapping of crush gauntlets on the ship, the boots shifting on the deck plates all these sounds amplified.

The drop would come, and then as usual everything would light up and they'd be running around duck and cover, shoot and run. She looked around at everyone to see what armor was present to identify who was with them.
 
Azrael said:
Switching channels - Azrael called up the feed to Mandal Hypernautics as they would be instrumental in establishing joint bases with both the vode for protection, but also the secondary reason for their arrival here - the acquisition of minerals and resources that would only aide their culture.

"Oya, vod. We're preparing our test runs for the border moons. I'll need you and yours to scan for untapped mines of both Phrikite and any other deposits that haven't been scanned in the last few centuries. If we happen to find a few more mines that we can stake a claim to, I don't have to tell you the revenue we'll generate from increased shipyard and manufacturing expansion." The message, a face to face (or rather face to visor) with [member="Captain Larraq"] of Hypernautics would ensure that they did their level best to find some new stakes in the galactic metal market. The one port he knew that they'd need to take their time with however was the Blood Moon; Gromas 16. It was notably one of the largest sources of Phrikite in the Galaxy to date, and there were already bidders on that world, and mining operations in play. For right now he wasn't going to charge in - but secure the other moons, and present the united front to those working on Gromas 16 in order to be a more convincing approach for expansion into that particular field of interest.
If there was one thing Rygel Larraq did, it was keep his eyes on potential assets. While he typically focused his attention on the development, production, and use of weapons of war, the nuances of material production were not lost on him. There was a reason he produced some of the best mining equipment in the galaxy. Mandal Hypernautics, however, was a Mandalorian company that by and large restricted itself to operations within Mandalorian borders. Though Larraq and his business partners had their eyes on a number of resources outside those borders, he and his company ultimately served the clans. When the clan leaders finally came to the same conclusion as Larraq and his people, Mandal Hypernautics would be there to ensure that whatever fools stood in the way of the clans... were trod upon by Mandalorian boots.

When the clan leaders finally put their minds into acquiring Gromas... Mandal Hypernautics was ready. "As always, Mand'alor, Mandal Hypernautics stands ready to serve." Was the brief and quickly delivered response to [member="Azrael"]'s transmission.

Shortly there after, two Concordance-class Asteroid Mining Barges, each a mile long and nearly as large as Concordia-class Dreadnought, dropped from hyperspace several thousand kilometers from the gas giant known as Gromas. The two craft, proudly sporting Mandal Hypernautics logo upon their hull, took a moment to orient themselves before beginning a slow approach towards the massive planet and her moons. Hangers were opened and from the shadow of giants, a handful of small and specialized craft raced ahead and made their way towards the closest several moons. Collectively, four HCE-778 Planetary Survey Craft, four Jo'henry Rare Mineral Mining Vessel, and eight Akuze Mining Vessel made their way towards sixteen different moons to begin the surveying process.

To those familiar with the massive mining barge produced by Mandal Hypernautics, the outline of these two would appear unusually bulky. A closer scan, for those capable of getting closer, would reveal that each of the two ships held a very large and special cargo along their ventral hulls. A total of sixteen fully assembled Harvester-class Mobile Mining Facilities were held tightly upon the ventral hull. Magnetic clamps worked into each massive leg held the spider-like walker in place. Reinforced and environmentally sealed armor and bulkheads kept each mobile factory safe and secure from the effects of the cold, heartless space.

To some, the operation would seem odd. To Larraq, it was a proof of concept. If the Concordance-class Mining Barge could strip a mountain from the surface of a planet, it could easily handle the deployment of a handful of frigate sized mechanical spiders. Or... that was the plan anyway. To ensure that his expensive gamble was left unmolested, a pair of shadows had tagged along with the two massive ships. A Skira-class Battleship and a Prowler-class Mesen'Loras ran silently from within the shadows that existed between the two massive barges. A sensor mask kept the Skira from appearing on sensors, while the natural stealth of [member="Naast'ika Laaran"] kept the smaller ship suitably hidden.

From aboard the bridge of the Skira, Rygel Larraq sat upon a chair not unlike a throne and held a warm cup of tea between two hands.

Here at Gromas, there were credits to be made and points to be made.
 

Kila Cadau

Mando Rally Master (With a metal kneecap)
Kila felt the impact of another vod's boot against her own, heard the voice, and was immediately transported back to Mygeeto, where Verz Horak was in charge and the objectives were simple - land and shoot the droids. And [member="Ordo"] was alive and well.

Then the words the voice had spoken in hit home and she was slammed back into reality. They were incredibly familiar, but without the armor she'd come to associate with Ordo, it didn't quite click in her mind. I have no frakking clue, buddy, but here's what I got out of it. "Land, find a good base spot, start working. 'Least that's how I heard it."

"Very reass - " Vila started, but an elbow from Tyvark and a quiet growl from Kila stopped her in her verbal tracks and dipped her head in apology. Kila glanced back at the Mandalorian who'd spoken. You seem...familiar. She decided silently. Very familiar.
 
The medical frigate Jahaal'got moved silently through space following the other shps headed towards Gromas. Rianna had taken the preventive action of assigning the teams heading to the planet with the first responder units, just in case. Rianna and [member="Briika Detta"] would set up the tent for any injured.

Making sure that they had all of the supplies needed for this mission was essential. Rianna walked the length of the ship talking to staff, and making sure all droid units were operational. "When we get there, remember all wounded that are classified as critical will be sent to the frigate from the ground" She didn't really need to remind them, but it made her feel better to do so.

She also worried about [member="Ordo"], she knew where he was and what he was doing today. She also understood why, but it did not prevent her from having concerns. He was mandalorian afterall and it was his loyalty to his people that drove him to help. Part of her wondered though if he didn't do some of it in an attempt to make up for what happen, even if he did say no.
 

Charlyn Nairne

Little Miss Sunshine
Chloe hated being pregnant. It kept her from doing much of what she wished to be doing. She couldn't exactly go out in the field with her growing abdomen and wasn't able to participate in war games. It was frustrating to say the least to have to stay home. She knew in the end it was all well worth it, just she hated waiting.

Now with all this spare time Chloe was left to preparing the babies rooms. When she wasn't doing that or running to the bathroom she worked on her own computer program because that seemed like something safe to do.

"You'll let me come with you at the very least?" He hadn't allowed her to help him fix up his ship so she wondered if perhaps she could accompany him. It was supposed to be an easy thing with no expected fighting.

[member="Atin Kandossii"]
 
[member="Kila Cadau"]

'I mourned you.' he thought as he nodded his understanding, 'I mourned you 'til now.'

He didn't say it, and in the long run it didn't matter, she was here and she was alive, that was something to be thankful for. He began the mental check list as he had done every drop before now and blinked music on in his HUD as he had done as an initiate. He looked at the young kid and nudged him.

"You should have been with us when we went to Dathomir kid, scantily clad women on top of rancors big enough schuta slap a freighter and a bad habit of enslaving dumb men that don't watch their shebs."

He looked at the count down and nodded knowing soon they would be hitting the dirt.

"We were lucky they didn't sell the lot of us and walk away."

He clicked the pump on his fragstorm as the light turned green and the dropship shook marking a safe landing. He sat and awaited orders like a good boy.
 

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