Arrbi Betna
Marauder
Location: Landing site, heading to raid target
Objective: Raid all of the things
Allies: Mandalorians
Enemies: The Dominion, Anyone who gets in the way
Equipment:
Predawn light glowed in the distance as an unknown species of avians flew overhead, their wings beating silently as the coming day began to chase away the tail of night. The dew was still thick around the landing site, the moisture hanging in the air and clinging to leaf and branch alike. The insertion had gone flawlessly, their stealth systems working as intended. No troops met them as they disembarked, no orbital bombardments struck the landing site. That didn't mean they'd gotten down to the planet unnoticed, however.
Mandalorian raids had only two real telltales. The first came when the ships arrived in system, the specialized hyperdrives 'muffling' their hyperspace reversion. Keen eyes and suspicious minds could spot such a thing, but with no evidence and no experience with Mandalorian raids, it was simply a system glitch to most. The second came only when planetary shields came into play. Orar'uliik raid ships couldn't pass through shields without decloaking, their presence clearly shown to whoever was watching. The last was the most basic and a clear harbinger regardless of who was raiding: the ships were on the ground, the raiders disembarking, and the raid commencing.
Mandalore was in ruins, the ecosystem in shambles. Food, water, and supplies were scarce to the point most sought relief in the most traditional ways: war. Bounty hunting and mercenary work were always a Mandalorian staple, but more and more turned to such paths with the passing days. The rest either eked out whatever existence they could or turned to even older ways of survival. For many, the option of raiding was a clear choice. Those who had nothing took from those who had something. It was a crude and violent path, but for the Mandalorians it was well trodden. Might made right in Mando society, something many didn't quite grasp even now.
Arrbi Betna, Alor of his clan, had come to Serenno and its wealth. Here there were supplies he and many others so desperately needed. If successful, more than one clan would have enough to survive for that much longer.
He barked a few orders over their closed and encrypted helmet comms as he moved from the raid ships. Other warriors covered the craft with netting designed to hide the ships from above, their forms and ship signatures masked as best they could while the group conducted their raid. He hefted the old submachine gun in his hands and checked his equipment for the umpteenth time since they'd landed, knowing full well he was far from the only one doing so. Satisfied everything was in order, he gave the command for the group to move out.
Nearby lay what seemed to be easy pickings. A manor or estate of some kind, more than likely filled to the brim with either supplies they needed or the valuables to secure them. Either way, Betna knew that as easy as the job seemed, nothing really went as planned in the grand scheme of things.
The raid of Serenno had begun.
Nowhere was safe from the Mandalorians.
Objective: Raid all of the things
Allies: Mandalorians
Enemies: The Dominion, Anyone who gets in the way
Equipment:
Predawn light glowed in the distance as an unknown species of avians flew overhead, their wings beating silently as the coming day began to chase away the tail of night. The dew was still thick around the landing site, the moisture hanging in the air and clinging to leaf and branch alike. The insertion had gone flawlessly, their stealth systems working as intended. No troops met them as they disembarked, no orbital bombardments struck the landing site. That didn't mean they'd gotten down to the planet unnoticed, however.
Mandalorian raids had only two real telltales. The first came when the ships arrived in system, the specialized hyperdrives 'muffling' their hyperspace reversion. Keen eyes and suspicious minds could spot such a thing, but with no evidence and no experience with Mandalorian raids, it was simply a system glitch to most. The second came only when planetary shields came into play. Orar'uliik raid ships couldn't pass through shields without decloaking, their presence clearly shown to whoever was watching. The last was the most basic and a clear harbinger regardless of who was raiding: the ships were on the ground, the raiders disembarking, and the raid commencing.
Mandalore was in ruins, the ecosystem in shambles. Food, water, and supplies were scarce to the point most sought relief in the most traditional ways: war. Bounty hunting and mercenary work were always a Mandalorian staple, but more and more turned to such paths with the passing days. The rest either eked out whatever existence they could or turned to even older ways of survival. For many, the option of raiding was a clear choice. Those who had nothing took from those who had something. It was a crude and violent path, but for the Mandalorians it was well trodden. Might made right in Mando society, something many didn't quite grasp even now.
Arrbi Betna, Alor of his clan, had come to Serenno and its wealth. Here there were supplies he and many others so desperately needed. If successful, more than one clan would have enough to survive for that much longer.
He barked a few orders over their closed and encrypted helmet comms as he moved from the raid ships. Other warriors covered the craft with netting designed to hide the ships from above, their forms and ship signatures masked as best they could while the group conducted their raid. He hefted the old submachine gun in his hands and checked his equipment for the umpteenth time since they'd landed, knowing full well he was far from the only one doing so. Satisfied everything was in order, he gave the command for the group to move out.
Nearby lay what seemed to be easy pickings. A manor or estate of some kind, more than likely filled to the brim with either supplies they needed or the valuables to secure them. Either way, Betna knew that as easy as the job seemed, nothing really went as planned in the grand scheme of things.
The raid of Serenno had begun.
Nowhere was safe from the Mandalorians.