Loyal Dog. Yalilyr
Location: Daplona, Ciutric IV
Objective: Free the Mandalorian Gladiators
Allies: ME
Enemies: TSE - Slavers
The smuggler, who took the footage and evidence of Mandalorian slaves in the Sith gladiatorial ring lost more than his life. He was never found, after secreting the contraband into Agathe’s hand.
His husband, children, parents, cousins and last surviving grandparent were stains on the inferno, which roared across the small freight company he owned. Burned alive, shackled together. Yet, Agathe punched it to Junction, before the slavers on the back of her neck clenched their fingers. Fenced from New Junction to Noasis, the footage was confiscated by Death Watch, when a Noasian black market purveyor tried to sell it on.
Mandalorians in Sith Space were nothing new. Many Mandalorian Clans lived within the Sith Empire, and better for them to do so.
But Mandalorian slaves in a gladiatorial ring? No. This Kalmann Ordo would receive the rescue he desired. He would get it, because the ferocity of his last in-ring fight was so intense, footage of his citizenship was worth smuggling out to the one collection of people, who refused to let their people be taken without a fight.
Torrential rain clinked on my armour, as I crept through the streets of Daplona. Every Mandalorian I brought knew the score. Break in. Rescue the Mandalorians in the arena. Exfil.
If we got caught, if we didn’t make it out…
… no one else was coming.
Death Watch acometh, to take back our own. The Sith should remember that Mandalorians make poor slaves.
Objective: Free the Mandalorian Gladiators
Allies: ME
Enemies: TSE - Slavers
The smuggler, who took the footage and evidence of Mandalorian slaves in the Sith gladiatorial ring lost more than his life. He was never found, after secreting the contraband into Agathe’s hand.
His husband, children, parents, cousins and last surviving grandparent were stains on the inferno, which roared across the small freight company he owned. Burned alive, shackled together. Yet, Agathe punched it to Junction, before the slavers on the back of her neck clenched their fingers. Fenced from New Junction to Noasis, the footage was confiscated by Death Watch, when a Noasian black market purveyor tried to sell it on.
Mandalorians in Sith Space were nothing new. Many Mandalorian Clans lived within the Sith Empire, and better for them to do so.
But Mandalorian slaves in a gladiatorial ring? No. This Kalmann Ordo would receive the rescue he desired. He would get it, because the ferocity of his last in-ring fight was so intense, footage of his citizenship was worth smuggling out to the one collection of people, who refused to let their people be taken without a fight.
Torrential rain clinked on my armour, as I crept through the streets of Daplona. Every Mandalorian I brought knew the score. Break in. Rescue the Mandalorians in the arena. Exfil.
If we got caught, if we didn’t make it out…
… no one else was coming.
Death Watch acometh, to take back our own. The Sith should remember that Mandalorians make poor slaves.