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Nautical Nonsense (Roche Asteroids)

Wars came and went, battlefields ever shifted, but junk... Junk never changes. Where armies sought glory often became desolate fields of blood and steel. One part wasteland, one part graveyard. For some, it was a quiet haven of silent hulks and broken debris. For others, it was opportunity calling across the stars for someone hardy enough to partake. For an Irnish girl looking to make good money it meant a long day's work and a hefty haul down the line.

Especially with what there was to find.

Sure, the Republic had fought over this particular world and, sure, so had the Mandos and so many others, but so far no one had bothered to clean up the plethora of messes left across the asteroid fields. Corporations and factions were more focused on the phrik to be found in the space rocks strewn about than to dig around in the destroyed wrecks and shattered hulks floating about in space, which meant the debris had hardly been touched in most areas.

For this particular job, she'd managed to scrape up a proper salvaging ship. It was a style and class she'd never heard of and probably wouldn't hear again, but it was more than capable of the job at hand and was a low rate to rent. Rose nudged the controls and manipulated the ship's salvaging arm this way and that, snagging the frame of what looked to be half a mandalorian starfighter. It wasn't much, and she could personally care less about the materials on board, but a top dollar buyer wanted the thing which meant that the junk would find its way into the hold one way or another.

If she was lucky, it would be a quick, but profitable, day.
 

John Ash

Only by Fire do we become Ash.
Ashhearth Industries had plenty of products now lined up and a few contracts now to bring in the credits. There was also the relatively untapped resources of the Pii System to utilize for all of it, but the current amount of salvage was quickly being depleted. John needed more metal and fast if he wanted to keep things running smoothly while some of the mines were finished getting set up. The usual solution to this problem would be a scrap run to Raxus Prime, but with it now under Sith control there was no chance of him attempting that. Karking space wizards and their fancy glow sticks. No, he had to find other sources of quick, easy salvage and it seemed the Roche Asteroid field fit the bill.

Coming in with five Scrapper class frigates and six Hauler class frigates, John watched his little fleet slowly move in. There was ships torn up everywhere. Just how many battles had been fought here and why was it all left behind? Seemed like a waste, but it was the Republic and Mandalorians. Those two groups just built more and moved on. Their lose but his gain. In the fore most ship, a Scrapper class, he got on his fleet's com channel and said, " Slow to a halt. Remember the plan. The salvage ships will grab and drag the larger pieces out away from the asteroids and then we will dismantle in space suits. Anything reusable, even if it is covered in fluids, goes into the hauler. All scrap goes to the salvage vessels to be smelted down into ingots then taken over to the haulers. If you find any valuables you can keep them. Intact data goes to @Emlia Delane for processing. Intact fighters we will try to refuel if need be and can fly them back home to be reverse engineered. Understood? Good. Now everyone to your positions."

John was about to go grab his suit and helmet to join the salvage crew when one of his crew stopped him. Seemed there was another salvage vessel already here and someone was already scavenging the wreckage. He frowned a bit then went back over to the coms. He hailed [member="Rose Flynn"] and said, " This is Captain Blackmoor of the Roche Militia Patrol. Identify yourself and present your salvage permits. You have 5 minutes to comply before we open fire on you and your vessel." With that he waited. It was a bold faced lie, but precautions were needed. If this person had a legit right to the place then they needed to figure something out. If they didn't have a legal right to be here then John could work something out with them. Either way it was in their hands now to see how things went form here.
 
Things were a bit better now. It wasn’t that Kaia and Coren had patched things up, hell no. That was going to take a while. But the fact that she saw her father around D’Qar when she was making drop offs? Well, that was good enough for her. She had a few other tasks to do, and while she was also interim chief of the Starchaser Enterprises, it meant she had a lot of running around to do. And that was where she was going now.

Her small fleet of Gentes was growing a bit, and her favorite Corellian Dawn was outfitted and ready to go. Right off to the Roche Asteroids. A battle had been fought here, and it wasn’t really related to the Alliance and their collapse. Would she wouldn’t give to get one of those salvaging contracts. Maybe she’d talk to her father.

No, maybe not. Going to Dad about that? Yeah, someone on this galactic stage would judge her for that.

Still, the Dawn had exited hyperspace in the Roche and started to set course. She wasn’t sure if she should call in part of the protection detail. Just a few outdated Y-Wings that her company had helped restore. They were only a bit of time away, she could hope for now that she wasn’t going to need them. Hell, she had the keys to a modified ImpStar that could jump in at a moment’s notice if really needed. Her ship was pretty much set up by ORC to provide salvage assistance, and she was known for stopping by local systems to sell the salvage. No need to start an incident.

The most boring salvager ever.

Scans were showing a bit of beskar. That was neat.
 
The commlink kicked on and someone hailed her rental ship saying this and that about permits and being a part of some militia or something. Her brows furrowed slightly and she double, then triple checked her location before coming back onto the commlink.

"Ye may wan'ta check yer location, lads," she responded, her Irnish brogue clear as day and then some, even over comm chatter. "This here location's jest ou'side yer jurisdiction. I should know, I asked jest ta make sure 'fore I set up shop."

She paused just long enough to start tugging the Mandalorian starfighter towards the hold. It looked like an old Besuliik model, which meant possible beskar plating, though she knew some didn't feature the rare metal. Which variant it was would require a more in depth look, but that was for later. Beskar or not, it was still jam packed with goodies to sell. The Irnishwoman keyed the commlink once more as a sudden thought came to mind.

"'Sides. Ain't heard o' no 'militia' this side o' SJO territory, sure as sure."

[member="John Ash"]
 
Senua was told that she be able to find materials here from Mandalorian ships that where lost. She had decided to take the trip gather some spiritual trinkets from the wrecks of the Mandalorian war ships. So that she could then return it to the families as something that should be passed on. But at the least extract some besker for herself.


Became startled when she awake from her meditation. She quickly looked around as she chalked herself a diagram on the cold floor in the cargo bay sitting in the middle. She looked around reaching out with his right hand as if to grab something. There was nothing there before he felt the hand of a droid placed on her shoulder when she tucked and rolled throwing the droid back. 'Who is there!"


Droid 1: "We are about to drop out of Hyperspace.:


Sanua looked at the droid than proceeded to help it up onto it's feet. "Very well." She walked to the far end of the cargo bay reaching the ladder that went up into the flight room. Closing the door behind her which effectively sealed the cockpit she typed into the console before looking up out the window.


A GS-100 dropped out of hyperspace followed by 1 Kom'rk-class Fighter/transport bearing all sorts of paintings and carvings on the skin of the ship followed by the Sar Clan Insignia. As the Kom'rk would take up position beside the GS-100 loaded with civilian gathers/engineers vs Mandalorian warriors. None the less the Civilians where mandalorian by birth.


Sanua looked down at her sensors screen. "I seem to have a party here. No matter. I am here to perform my duties to my people." She was talking to herself again which she was always doing. She shrugged her shoulders and would press on as she revved up the engines.

SORRY FOLKS had to get permission to post here.Just consider this post to happen after Post Number 6 [member="John Ash"] [member="Rose Flynn"] [member="Kaia Starchaser"]
 

John Ash

Only by Fire do we become Ash.
This person took a bit to respond, but when they did it was with confidence. Their mention of boundaries and territory also told him they likely didn't have any rights to actually be here. That worked for John. If they wanted to do an illegal salvage op like him then they could be his guest. After she declared she hadn't heard of any militia, he said over the coms channel to [member="Rose Flynn"] , " That is because there isn't any. We are here to salvage as well and didn't exactly let anyone know we were going to beforehand. If you keep that to yourself then there is some credits in it for you. Also willing to pay you for anything you find here on the spot." He paused there as some of his crew were informing him of the moments of the rest of his salvage fleet. " Better shy away from the larger wreckage. We are about to pull it out."

With that all done, John headed to get his suit on for the job. He might be the boss, but it never hurt to get your hands dirty with your employees. They took a liking to it after all. As he did this, his salvage frigates began to position themselves around some wrecked frigates and cruisers. There was plenty of variety to pick from so it shouldn't be cutting into their fellow salvager's work. Once in position, the ship captains had the magnetic lines launched. If not for the vacuum of space there would have been thuds sounding off all around. Thankfully all of the lines were secure the first time around, which wasn't as common as they would have liked, they began to tow the wreckage away from the asteroids where they could get to them.

As the wrecks were pulled into position, John and the dismantling crews all got themselves loaded up into their shuttles. The ships took off towards their designated work areas and opened up their ramps. John was the first to jump out and began to jetpack his way over to a cruiser. As he came up to it, he activated his maglock boots and stuck himself to the side. He space walked over to the nearest air lock and attempted to get it to open. No good. The ship had no power flowing through it at all it seemed. Time to do it the old fashion way. He pulled out his plasma torch and began to work on cutting his and his crew's way into the mostly intact vessel.

[member="Kaia Starchaser"]

OOC:
Kaia just tag me in your next post if you are close to me. I couldn't really tell from your other post and didn't want to make assumptions.
 
She cocked an eyebrow at the commlink after the last comments. It took her a moment to figure a response, but only just.

"'Preciate th' offer, but I'll have ta pass," she said as the besuliik remnants found their way in the hangar. "Got a buyer already, but if'n I fill their order faster'n I thought I would... I'll give ye a holler."

With that, she worked the arm of the ship this way and that. Panels and scraps hung in the weightless black of space which, normally, she'd pass up on, but with Mandalorians and their metaphorical arousal towards their magical space metal, you never knew. At least, usually you didn't. The arm told her otherwise from time to time. Metal chunks were more or less of average weight, but occasionally she found one that the arm strained a touch to move. Whether that meant something far heavier inside or the presence of beskar was beside the point. She could figure that out later.

Thankfully, there was plenty of room for the lot of them, fleet and all. She nudged the ship down a little more to avoid one of the larger ships hanging above. She was a good distance away already, but with a rental... never hurt to be sure.

[member="John Ash"] [member="Senua Sar"] [member="Kaia Starchaser"]
 

John Ash

Only by Fire do we become Ash.
It was taking longer than expected to get the air lock cut open. Annoying but not unexpected. If you learned anything in the salvage business it was that the quality and strength of materials being used varied wildly. As John was getting close to getting it open though, the rest of his crew was getting themselves maglocked onto the ship as well. Inspections were being made to determine the type of metal the hull was made up of as well as identifying any external parts they were near. It was all moving as expected.

As John got the air lock finally cut open, a message began to beep in his helmet. He attached a magnetic line to the door and then the other end to the ship's intact hull. He set his feet onto the airlock and jetpacked away from the ship. As he did, he opened up his coms. " What is it?"

" Boss, we got another ship that showed up on the sensors."

" Silvers? Pirate? Corporate?"

" Mandalorian."

" Monitor their actions, but otherwise ignore them." John said then switched over to his crew's channel. " Opening is ready. All hands not busy come to my location. Work on data recovery before tearing everything apart. Schematics and info is more important than raw materials."

With that order given, John unlocked his maglocks as the airlock door was fully tethered away from the entrance. He jetpacked his way back to the now open air lock. He placed a marker beacon in the airlock then continued to the door into the interior. Unlike the hull door, this one was slightly open. It wasn't enough for him to enter, but it was enough for him to start trying to pry it open wit his hands. It budged a bit, but was clearly not a one person job. After a bit he stopped and decided to wait for his crew to catch up in a minute. As he waited, he figured he should extend a bit of an olive branch. He got onto his coms and said to [member="Rose Flynn"] , " My ships picked up a Mandalorian vessel entered the area. Friend of yours?"

[member="Senua Sar"] [member="Kaia Starchaser"]
 

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