Naasad'guur Mhi, Mhi N'ulu, Mhi Mando'ade (Mandalorian Dominion of Taris)

[Arrbi Betna]

Taris.

A world of cities, of people, of profit, and of pollution. Cities spanned continents, people numbered in the hundreds of millions if not billions of sentients. Pollution and corruption ran rampant while death stalked the lowest levels of the planet-city. A planet found and paved over, built up and torn down only to be built up yet again for generation after generation after generation. The wealthy stood atop the squalor, their faces to the planet's star and their hands outstretched to the sky. Underneath their feet lay the poor, the downtrodden, and the unfortunate souls forced to eek out a living any way they can. Mixed among those were the scum and villainy of the underworld. They preyed upon the lowest of society and leeched from the more corrupt of the upper levels. It was a strange circle of life, in a way. The rich were no different from the poor aside from money and prestige, but were more akin to the dregs of society for all else that mattered. Taris was a place of unclear morals and intentions; a glass case of silt-water, stirred and clouded beyond all recognition. Anything of any worth was lost within the dirty water, hidden from view entirely, but still there, glimmering in the darkness of Taris' virtues.

It only needed to be grasped and held firm.

Others had tried and failed. Many had hoped to sway the people to their cause or to enforce new laws and regulations upon the masses. Some had tried fear or terror tactics and others had simply bombarded the planet from orbit. Taris needed a new path, a new take on leadership.

The mailed fist of Mandalore would take hold of the planet. The water would clear whether it wanted to or not.

The only question was whether the resulting liquid was colorless or ruby-red.

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Betna stepped off the transport and gazed around, his HUD highlighting potential threats and vantage points as his vision moved. Nothing showed up as a threat, no heat signatures looked out of the ordinary, but he left his motion detector on anyways. Ret'lini. Just in case.

"Clear," he said, speaking the single word with authority over the commlink to those inside the armed transport ship.

The Mando boys and girls were in town.

[member="Tariu Fett"] [member="Anastasia Rade"] [member="Azrael"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Captain Larraq"] [member="Anija Ordo"] [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Alec Rekali"] [member="Shepard"]

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[Ryan]

Tariu Fett would disembark from the transport taking up the right flank of [member="Arrbi Betna"] . The mandalorian warrior was clad in Aliit'gam fashioned in the shock trooper design with blue and grey as the predominant coloring for the set. Fett had both of his westar-34s drawn, though not raised he was still reading to reign hell upon any threat that would produce itself for he was well known for his quick draw abilities and not many in the galaxy could mach this mando'ad at the draw.

"what a osik palon dis place be!"The warrior would snarl at the site of Taris's endless urban jungle. Tariu was not a huge fan of such living conditions and if he could spit on the ground to emphasize his point he would but such action was not possible with his helmet secured tightly. "how do people live loike dis?"His thick concordian accent continued to occupy the squad channel as he griped about Taris.

Though his mouth was flapping away, his eyes were sharp looking for any threats that would be brave enough to challenge the mandalorian force.

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[Arrbi Betna]

"I'd assume the same way people live around the galaxy," Betna replied, still keeping a lookout as they waited. "Day in and day out."

Around the planet, more ships were landing and arriving. Many carried more warriors, others carried diplomats. Some were owned by private companies and some were clan owned and operated. All in all, it was less an invasion and more of an incursion. One that could very easily change between the two, but for now was not directly hostile. It all depended on how the populace reacted, honestly.

Here and there Betna saw walkways and roads filled with gawking people. Many had never seen a Mandalorian outside of holos and those that had probably had never seen more than one or two at a time, much less dozens and scores that were present now.

"The crowds look more curious and intrigued than frightened," he said, his tone neutral. "Not sure if that's a sign of progress or not."

[member="Tariu Fett"]

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[Anastasia Rade]

Lately Ana had been getting more involved in the business side of the galaxy. She did a majority of the bookkeeping for the little shop that she and her husband had. He did most of the grunt work with the help of his staff. She worried about most everything else including which color couch they ought to buy.

Taris was a world bustling of activity and full of life. Ana couldn't help but turn her thoughts once again to the idea of opening her own restaurant. It sounded silly but cooking had helped her get though the hardest of times when she first arrived on Mandalore. It had been there when she couldn't sleep at night and could barely function during the day. Food helped her with social skills after all, whom didn't like a good muffin or cupcake? The restaurant was just a silly dream of hers.

Instead of joining some of her Vode in the jungle Ana had decided to try her luck with some of the richer folks on the higher level. If they had any chance of taking this planet semi-peacefully they would need the people with the power on their side. It also wouldn't hurt her to get to know them for future reference. They could perhaps be useful.

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[Ryan]

"oh for krif sakes, cum on someone take a shot" Fett growled with an undertone of unsatisfied excitement. Tariu was a man of action and like most of the mando'ade home was on the field of battle. Watching the onlookers gawking in awe and fear did not show any promise of resistance was playing whack a mole with his patience. His westar's religiously clean and prepped for the promise of combat, a promise that Tariu had personally made to his choiced weapons and yet here they all were.... out in the open daring any to make up a stand up fight.

"movin' up" Tariu snarled as he walked towards the on lookers, stepping out in front of his field marshal as if he was taking point. Tariu new that there wouldn't be a straight up fight here on this planet. If anything there would be small pockets of resistance to sqaush and some crazed individuals that decided today was the day the decided to die by trading bolts with the kings of Iron and masters of battle.

A drunken human male stepped forth into Tariu's path. The mando would form a sadistic grin that was masked by his T visor. The drunk would throw his beer bottle, missing his target by a few feet. Tariu would march forth not breaking pace and not diverting from his intended path. The drunken man was not intimidated or was just the local idiot too stupid to know what was best for him.

"EH PUSH OFF YOU TIN B$@#$@!" He would scream his insults at the beskar army. A brave man indeed. Tariu was no only a few feet from the man that was damn determine to block his path in a passive aggressive fashion. "GO HOME YOU TYRANTS!"

"i go wha oi want ter go!" Tariu growled and with panther like reflexes smashed his helmet into the man's face in a good old fashion Keldabe Kiss. The man crumbled to the ground unconscious while the mandalorian warrior would just step over him, never losing his pace through out the ordeal.

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[member="Anastasia Rade"] [member="Arrbi Betna"]

 

[Anija Betna]

[member="Tariu Fett"] [member="Anastasia Rade"] [member="Azrael"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Captain Larraq"] [member="Arrbi Betna"] [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Alec Rekali"] [member="Shepard"] [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
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Taris. A world mired in violent history. Centuries ago, the world had been bombarded by the Sith, and then rebuilt after the Gulag Plague. Now, it was once more a bustling city-planet. Not unlike Coruscant in many ways. Although, from what information she could find, the presence of gangs was much stringer here. This... was not to be a normal dominion... although she couldn't deny the fact she felt somewhat like a gawking tourist. Though, you could never tell behind the visor of her helmet.

It amused her that the Tarisian populace was staring.She could see throngs of people lining the guardrails along various walkways, talking and gesturing towards the transports which had carried her and her fellow Mandalorians to the surface from orbit. Sure, the Mandos were armed. But that was their default state. They were prepared. Manda only knew what might happen or what they might find in the depths of Taris' undercity.

Out of habit, Anija carefully checked her rippers as she exited the transport vessel. The power cells were charged and ready. "Shall we go crash a party...?" she asked softly, though there was a hint of humor in her tone.

 

[Karta Kote]

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"And did you want to go anywhere in particular or where you just going for a stroll Fett. Tion'ad hukaat'kama, copaani gaan?"

Karta came when called. Of course she did, it was part of the Resoln'are. Besides, she liked urban combat, she could move through a place like Taris even more quickly and efficiently than she could a true jungle. And there was the slight possibility she saw the opportunity to make some credits on the side. A girl had to eat.

She moved easily in her lighter armour, HUD providing a 360 degree field of vision. She doubted any real threats would eventuate here and now, but it never hurt to be wary. Besides, imagine offering to watch someone back and then being shot in your own because you were unwary.

Ensuring her personal space was the grappling hook she spun idly in a lazy circle with one hand. She'd first used it for mobility, not long after learning to walk, but it had quickly proven itself more than useful in combat as well. Besides, as much as she loved the sword on her back, in a crowd she rather liked the hook. Bludgeoning, piercing, fouling cord.. In skilled hands it was a useful tool.

[member="Tariu Fett"]

 

[Andras Garon]

Undisclosed Location

​

...Taris. Skyscrapers. Urban Landscape. Duracrete Jungle. Deeper you go beneath street level the less of the light you can see. Sunlight probably hasn't touched the lower levels of the undercity for years. Luckily I'm not headed that way....

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..."Don't think I'm going to forget this Kimmel."...was muttered from between teeth gritting together before another heavy fist was driven into his face. Suddenly Andras went horizontal as he hit the floor. Unable to move. Arms were secured behind his back. Laying there Andras spat out a bit of blood that painted the floor crimson before beefy hand found his shoulder and started lifting him until he was upright again. Tied to a chair, arms straight to his side and connected by cuffs the Mandalorian just set there shaking his head which eventually dipped down, hanging low as he looked at his thighs...

...a hand found his hair, thick fingers tensed then his head was being lifted up. He saw their lips moving but he couldn't make out all the words..."What?"...he said, no one looked impressed but he heard a ringing in his ear..."No, what?"...he laughed a bit...."I think one of my ear drums burst a few hits back."...they must have thought he was giving them attitude because they hit him again. Andras felt another fist driven into his stomach while he sat in the chair, his head held up before it lurched forward again and he wheezed a bit losing his breath thanks to that heavy shot. "Christ."...cough, cough..."Guys I can do this all night."...the Dark Horse had a dark sense of humor considering he was the one being beaten in the chair but there were worse beatings out there...

...come to Taris they'd told him, mingle with the locals they'd said but now restrained in a chair Andras was beginning to regret ever listening to anyone. Busted mouth, bruised face and sore ribs this was a decent work over but nobody looks as rough as he did without having been beaten on a few times. After all he was a Garon which meant at least one time in his life he'd had a bottle busted over his skull when someone mistook him for his cousin Strider. Maybe that was what was happening here..."Wait."...he grunted..."Is this about a woman?"...one of the men hit him again which answered his question..."Thought so."...probably wouldn't help if they told them they had the wrong Garon...​

 

[Ryan]

Tariu would slightly tilt his head back even though did not need to for he could see Karta clearly in his 360 degree HUD view. It was just a simple action to indicate the female warrior behind him that she has his attention. " naw, naw oi tink oi 'av dis public relashuns covered" Tariu responded back as the cleared past the unconscious peasant, though he could of used the private coms but he wanted all around him to hear his voice and the words. Fett was a agitator, his job was to bird dog for potential problem makers and deal with them on the spot or if it got to hot have the rest of the clans pile in.

Now he switched to the private chanel "Hukaat'kama!". Was a clear demand for Tariu was expecting more trouble up the path. I mean, he had just assaulted one of the tarisians with ruthless force. Now it was time to see how the people really felt about the beskar tyrants marching on their world. His own eyes were peeled, his fingers itching to let the westar's loose and get this shindig hopping. "just make sure yisser focused on de crowd an' not me perfectly chiseled shebs"

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[member="Karta Kote"]

 

[Karta Kote]

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Though she grinned beneath her helmet, his initial answer almost saw her heading off to follow her own agendas. And of course further the Mandalorian one. It was simply that standing around waiting for someone to do something wasn't her style, but neither was this looking for fights business, though she saw the sense of it.

"Pfft, seven out of ten at best."

Was the response over private comms. She squashed the urge to let the grappling hook fly. Her aim and control was good enough she could give said shebs just a quick brush to remind him to mind himself. But she didn't have a feel for him in combat situations yet. It might put him on the attack. Besides, it didn't do to encourage the rabble.

"You know there's a good dozen crims with worthwhile bounties on their heads last seen in this general vicinity. Reckon when we're done looking frightening for the commuters, making a show of putting down their less desirables establishes us as the good guys and the top dogs. And if we happen to make a couple of creds on the way.."

Not big bounties, but scum like this liked to congregate. If you got a couple of them.. That was a payday worth having.

[member="Tariu Fett"]

 

[Anastasia Rade]

She had to be careful up here with the way she dressed and acted. Ana knew much of the Galaxy thought that the Mando's were nothing more than uncivilized beasts. It wasn't true and the young woman was here today to prove such. In order not to freak everyone out with some pink armor Ana picked out a pink dress too which she knew would catch more than a few eyes. Hopefully she could find one of the fat cats that cared enough to want change.

The mansions here were beautiful and big unlike anything she had seen before. It made her wonder how they were kept tidy and who needed all that space anyway? Ana was happy with her little home but it would be cool to walk into one of these.

Taking a deep breath Ana walked up the long cobblestone walkway of the first home. 'Here goes nothing' she thought as she rang the doorbell. She didn't have to wait long to hear footsteps inside and than the door open by a maid.

"Can I help you?"

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[Arrbi Betna]

"I think we may be crashing more than just a party," Betna replied to his wife as he watched the dual wielding Mando, Tariu, take down an angry drunk. It may not have been the best option in such a situation, but that was fine. It would stop another drunk from thinking the same thing for the moment.

Mandos weren't exactly big on public relations, at least in the sense of 'keeping the peace' like other factions in the galaxy. In the Republic, headbutting a civilian while on a peacekeeping tour or policing action would land you with charges and a court martial. With the Mandalorians, it got you bragging rights and kept the populace on their toes. Did it make more than one commanding officer pinch the bridge of their nose or occasionally incite a riot? Sometimes, but overall it kept the population wary of the Mandalorians. They weren't tyrants or overlords by any means, but they weren't afraid to take the velvet glove off the iron fist from time to time.

Mandos were pretty laid back with territory. Clans moved around, some set up shop on new worlds, and others sometimes emigrated from Mandalore to places like Myrkr or Wayland for new land or to start up their own branch of the clan. The natives on these worlds were expected to be self sufficient, sell things to the Mandos at a discount, pay an occasional tithe when needed, and generally mind their own business and leave the Mandos alone. In turn, the Mandos generally left the planetary populations to return to the way things were for the most part. When rebellions rose up, the Mandos struck them down with prejudice. For the most part, people learned that the only difference being under the Mandalorian sphere of influence was more T-shaped visors seen in the streets. Betna figured that was a good trade off compared to the Republic which taxed planets to death or the Sith who tended to enslave entire populations.

"Want to follow them or make our own way? I figure we'll want to stay close by, though," Betna stepped over the unconscious drunk, his eyes still scanning for threats. "This guys' buddies may not be too smart. Don't want someone to run into an ambush... Not that any of us can't handle one. Just don't want someone to steal all the fun."

[member="Karta Kote"] [member="Tariu Fett"] [member="Anija Ordo"]

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[Andras Garon]

Undisclosed Location

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...Andras could feel the blood leaking from the corner of his mouth. Hanging his head low he'd have spat a mouthful to the side before his head was yanked up again. Somewhere in there accusations were made, a picture was shoved in his face and he was told he was going to suffer for doing something he had no recollection of. Eyes met those of one of his accusers and he'd have said between teeth stained with a bit of blood..."Look I'm not Strider Garon."...but at this point he was starting to accept the idea that these folks might have only been interested in his last name and couldn't have cared less what his first was. Great that was all he needed, a vendetta against him for something he wasn't even involved in...

...might as well skip forward a bit....

...a few more punches were given, more shouting and accusations made and somewhere in there Andras might have lost a bit of his lunch. Well he didn't lose it. After he was restrained in that chair which meant that most of it was running down the front of his shirt. Looking up he'd have matched eyes with the man responsible for his detention, a man he knew as Kimmel after one of the two thugs had called him that during this interrogation. Didn't seem like an issue to hide his name since they planned on killing Andras anyways. Between the two of them it was hard to tell who looked meaner. Kimmel with that look of vengeance in his eyes or Andras who'd been beaten bloody and still looked harder than the men who were landing all the punches. Well it didn't really matter...

...Andras heard someone mention dragging him to the window and throwing him out. Not something he wanted to hear but it told him they were somewhere high up. Automated Blinds were heard opening behind him, the sun started filtering into the room so that Andras could take a better look. Office of some sort it appeared. As he was being drug past a desk, the sound of his chair scraping against the floor filling his ears Andras spied something looked like import/export. Interesting. Well it would have been if he was here for a meeting...

...clasping his hands together Andras squeezed a meaty part of his palm between his fingers, then he started scratching, he was digging something out...​

 

[Ryan]

"what poodoo is dat kar'ika? 7 oyt av 10? checch yisser visor, oi tink yisser 'ud is malfunctioning" The strill of a mando warrior pretended to be wounded by the woman's scoring of his buttocks. "more loike nine oyt av ten!" He chuckled playfully with what he actually thought. He wasn't too vain, he left himself for possible imperfections in his own humble way hence why he did not say 10/10.

Now for the more serious task at hand, they were here as a show of force but Karta was offering a side gig that could lace their coin purses with additional credits. Not huge amounts but enough to make it worth a shot."yeah, once we git through dis show av force meet an' greet operashun scon are sure de boss can cleave us loose ter wrangle up a bounty or two" His playful tone turn to business as it always did when hunting was the topic. He was a man of prey just as much as he was man of war and this day there was a possibility of being both.

Before he could remind his beautiful but ferocious friend to keep eyes sharp, Tariu was suckered by a pilotless swoop that seemed to have been hurled from the crowd. Fett's instincts the moment the vehicle impacted upon him was to go limp to reduce futher injury as it hit him high knocking the warrior to the ground. The swoop would roll off Tariu with the momentum it had gathered prior to contact. "Ahh....!' He rasped as he laid their in shock, he was not dead but his chest and head felt as if a bantha was doing a two step jig upon them.

Guess the drunk had a friend in the crowd that took unkind to Tariu's actions towards him, a massive wookie who was also in high level of drunkenness had stepped up to the plate to exact vengeance. The walking carpet split the crowd as he began its bull rush, tunneled visioned on the downed mando and blind to the army of heavily armored brethren that be laden in all sorts of weapons that was not far down the path from this incident. The wookie also had not notice Karta, the female mando with a big fracking sword.

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[member="Arrbi Betna"] [member="Karta Kote"] [member="Anija Ordo"]

 

[Karta Kote]

[3/20]

Well. That was a first on the list of things that had been thrown from crowds in Kartas books. Fett took the hit as well as could be expected, and didn't seem to be dead. There was no rushing to his side, cradling of heads, tearful checking of his condition... Please. They were Mandalorians.

The grappling hook had already had momentum behind it. She wasn't swinging it just because she was bored after all. The fact that the target, because that was all he's been reduced to in her eyes, was a Wookiee and so standing above the crowd just made things that much easier and neater.

In one quick movement, she was sprinting forward, at an acute angle to the Wookie, lazily swinging hook was whipped back behind her and then forward. Sailing through the air a quick snap of the wrist had it wrapping around the Wookiees neck, to wind up embedded in his furry chest. It would have been hard to dodge sober. Drunk and not paying attention to her however?

An angry roar was the only initial response from the Wookiee who continued to pound his way towards Fett, but it wasn't like Karta had been staying still throughout this. She'd been sprinting for a reason. With timing born of experience, she dashed several times around a nearby signpole before bracing her legs against it. The Wookiee found himself drawn up short like a dog reaching the end of his lead, nearly jerked off his feet. The rope dug into his throat and the hook bit deeper with the impact. Kartas arms an shoulder screamed with the resistance, if she'd not circled the pole several times she'd likely have just dislocated them and not managed very much of anything. The pole itself groaned in protest, leaning slightly but holding.

In the brief moment of slack when the impact jerked the Wookiee back, she snapped on a piece of gear very similar to the ascenders mountain climbers used. That would keep him from pulling the rope free any time soon.

She advanced on the Wookiee, pulling the two handed sword off her back and into a ready position. There was something about a sword or similar weapon that just struck most people as particularly uncivilized and worrying in this age of blasters. Oh they might have a laugh when no such weapon was present, but when it was? That was another matter altogether.

"Ne shab'rud'ni..."

She growled, speakers turned back on. It didn't matter if they didn't understand the exact term, the meaning was clear enough all the same. The Wookiee was likely enjoying a moment of extreme sobriety right now.

Not that her attention was solely on him. Never. She didn't intend to get bit by a speeder thank you all the same.

[member="Tariu Fett"] [member="Arrbi Betna"] [member="Anija Ordo"]

 

[Anastasia Rade]

"Can I help you?" The Zeltron smiled as she opened the door for Ana. I'm Anastasia Rade here to see Mr. Vento. We have an appointment." Ana smiled back as her hands laid lightly at her side. The young woman looked harmless but that really was all a ruse as Ana was really quite deadly. Her blaster she hid on her just in case these people didn't exactly feel like talking to her or went back on her word.

"Please come in. I'll go let him know your here." Zeltron stated as she motioned for Ana to come in and follow her to the living room where she was to wait for her contact. Before coming here Ana had messaged Mr. Vento a few times regarding her thoughts for fixing up the lower level. He seemed to genuinely want to help and see the place cleaned up. It would take a lot of work but Ana and he hopefully could see the value in it.

Having Vode clean up the scum down below was great but they also needed to have a plan in place for when things were clean up. It would never do to just shrug and leave it to the citizens like the others whom had previously tried to take over had done. This would help ensure the Mandalorians were successful in their takeover of this planet.

The Master had to admit to herself that she very much enjoyed this type of thing and she wasn't half bad either. Seeing her ideas come to life and be successful was very satisfying. Leading was a trait that she had gotten from her father as he had been in charge of planets through his years in the Empire. Ana wasn't in charge or anything just stepping up and assisting.

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[Laira Darkhold]

Location: Taris Undercity
Objective: Kill that Nekghoul
Allies: [member="Shaw McKeller"]
Enemies: All Dem Rakghouls
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Taris. Millennia ago it had been the outer rim’s Coruscant. The Jewel on the out skirts of the galaxy. Then it had been demolished. Turned to rubble and slain. For three hundred years people had attempted to resurrect it and failed. After close to four thousand years it had never returned to its former glory, not really. It never rivalled Coruscant again following its destruction. It was now known for three things. Being a hub of industry on the outer rim. Having excellent trade routes. And Rakghouls. I was here this time for all three reasons. I made sure that we were prepared. The squad of bodyguards I had with me were now testing the new Titan-class Armor I had built. Power Armor built like a tank, made for taking hits and dishing them out. Outfitted with a Blastercannon, Miniature Rocket Launchers, and a pair of dual grenade launchers, along with its Power Fists the suit was exactly that. A mobile tank.

I myself wore my normal armor, and added sensor equipment and gear, for both reading the gear being used and searching the undercity for Rakghouls. There had been rumor that there was a Force Wielding Rakghoul, and well, that warranted the investigation of me and my men, even while construction crews half the planet away built the factory that would create this armor in large quantities, among other things.

 

[Shaw McKeller]

"Lad, you realize you're probably following a rumor?" asked Shaw, his armored bulk towering amid the group. The armor he wore was midnight black and sinister, the designs stylized to form the hide of a demonic entity. Plate after plate of beskar covered Shaw's body, protecting him from all but the most lethal attacks. He'd worn his beskar'kandar since he was a youth. Now, as a man with white hair and snowy beard, it fit him like a second skin. "A rakghoul wielding the Force is unheard of to my knowledge. Perhaps instead of searching for one, we destroy the groups we find instead?"

He shifted his weight slightly, the massive blade upon his back glinting in the light. He'd left his shield aboard ship for this mission. In the possible confines of the undercity he may not have the room needed to utilize it appropriately.

"For that matter, hunting the packs of the things would give your toys a better test run than trying to find a needle in a haystack," continued Shaw. He wasn't against the idea of hunting something like a Force sensitive Rakghoul, but when logic dictated it couldn't exist...

[member="Draco Vereen"]

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[Andras Garon]

Undisclosed Location

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...the chair was drug all the way to a window overlooking the urban landscape of Taris, skyscrapers rising taller than the one he was in stretched out ahead of him alongside smaller buildings that were dwarfed in its shadow, then it stopped. Andras, for his part, was ripped up out of his seat until his cheek was slammed unceremoniously into the side of the window which must have been flexiglas or something similar. Really there are so many names for different portals out there that pinning one material down is difficult. Crushed up against the window though Andras could only help to blurt out a few words that sounded like..."Is this necessary?"...that got him a stiff shot to the ribs which made him groan and fall down onto a knee as the wind left him...

...while he was down there Andras got to hear all about how it might not have been necessary but that it would make Kimmel feel better about everything that had happened. Kimmel bid him a sarcastic goodbye before Andras finally moaned out..."Alright I admit it."...well that got their attention if nothing else seeing as how he'd been denying all the accusations against him this entire time..."That's right Kimmel I shagged your wife hard."...he laughed a bit through bated breath..."She enjoyed it too."...on the list of things which weren't the smartest to tell a man threatening to drop you from a window stretching thousands of feet above ground level that was probably one of them...

...Andras was successful though, he'd receive a few more seconds of life, in the sense that the men chose to beat him a bit more before throwing him to his death. Out of the chair and down on the floor now the Dark Horse was the recipient of a solid boot to the stomach which left him gasping, then coughing as he tried to suck in the air to take a few more breaths. Labored breathing followed and Andras would finally hear Kimmel give the order to drop him out of the window. Almost the entire time Andras had his hands clasped together behind his back in the cuffs, he'd dug a small piece of metal imbedded in his palm out and bent it before using it to pick at the lock. No one told these guys to invest in especially sophisticated restraints which worked in his favor...

...laying there on his side Andras watched as one of the thugs came closer to him while making a mental note to personally thank his cousin, Strider, for this when the two of them met again...​

 

[Naast'ika Laaran]

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Naast'ika Larran's armored frame lowered through the not-so-mildly polluted atmosphere of Taris. Dropships and shuttles pased him on their way to the surface of the planet, the Mando'ade within eager to place their boots upon the ground of what would soon be their new world. But Naast'ika was Vod too. And he also wanted to explore the new world that would soon belong to the clans. As huge towers rose up along either side of him and Naast'ika found himself deeper and deeper within the cityscape of Taris' massive urban centers, his captain took control of Naast'ika's weapons away from him. He didn't mind. Passively, he watched as his primary weapons were extended to the ready position and began sweeping back and forth slowly as the weapon control technicians searched the surrounding buildings for threats. Likewise, four anti-aircraft turrets spread over his hull performed the same sweeping motions as the droid AI that commanded them searched for threats.

With his crew keeping him safe, Naast'ika set about exploring the new world. His sensors pulsed as he scanned each building that surrounded him. Electronics and basic construction materials. People. Lots and lots of people. Mostly human, but a sizable population of... everything else. Naast'ika was happy to be exploring this new world. But there was so much packed in such a small space! He almost felt overwhelmed as he tried to scan every building with every sense at his disposal.