Pirates of Myrkr

[Dizzy Zechs]

Myrkr
Systems Edge

The Republic Gunship withdrew from Hyperspace at the edge of the system. It flared it's engines once to gain a good vector and then killed them for stealth. Heat, showed up on sensors and this Red-Ops Group liked to operate off the radar. The inside of the boat switched over to emergency power. Bathing the men inside in a dim wash of red backup lights. It was dark and quiet in the hold now. Making even the softest shift in your weight echo through the cabin.

"Shock complete. Sensor flare was showing negative. No ships around. Current heading puts us out at about... Two hours to target Commander."
"Understood Pilot. You heard him ladies. We are drifting in on impulse. Nice and clean. Check your tubes. I don't want another Metellos here. Heh."

A few of the Republic commandos chuckled. They liked to Chem and Stim up before a big fight. Gets the immune system ready for an alien planet and lets you fight longer and faster. The drawbacks were a few minor surgeries when you hit thirty. Nothing the Senate couldn't pay for. Poor Commander Dizzy had already had his twice.

"Okay. Listen up. The Yellow Fangs are hiding out here because the Mandalorian Clans control this world. They think it makes them safe from us. But we're here to teach them otherwise. Mitchell. What have you got for me this time."
"SR4 LMG Loadouts sir. 750 rounds per minute, low recoil blaster platform, and lighter than your average squad gunner too. Thank the boys back in Research for these girls. Though, Cowboy over there requested a SNP Sniper Loadout. Figures. Heh."
"Yeah yeah. Bite me Mitchell.
"Thats good. What else."

"Well, we're already wearing G-Series Mark 1 Custom Mission. Your standard Hard Vac Durasteel bucket really. But the olive color was a nice touch for the woodlands. I'll admit. ...And the new paint job on the Ballistic Shields keeps the glare down."
"Like I always say. Black is beautiful. And the Intel."
"Probe Droid located their base here. Vallery location near the lake. Perfect vacation spot really. But these boys are paranoid. It's all tent covered and nearly invisible to our drone. Only the heat signature gives it away at night. I reckon they've been here awhile."
"And the Mandos."

"Best of the best. Born killers everyone of them. It's a low profile planet. I'll be honest. But with the borders creepy closer together? It's a perfect staging area. Intel was expecting at least an Expeditionary Force on-world. But we don't know for sure."
"Damn Mandos. Trust me men. Best to just avoid them. They even keep a little knife hidden up their arse just in case they run out of ammo."

That brought a few chuckles. Every commando on the team was a vet. But nobody like fighting Mandalorians. Merciless mothers. All of em. Make for even worse POW's too. Dizzy planned on staying very far away from them. Even if he had to set boots on their worlds. Maybe he just liked staying alive.

"Okay everyone. Finish off your cycles and check your electronics. Oh, and Cowboy. Remember to take the cap off the scope this time. Okay?"
"Heh. Yes sir."

The ship jostled from an unexpected bump. Strange. Because space was usually so smooth. The Pilot didn't seem to care though,

"Just sit tight boys. We'll get you in and out. No problem. Two hours to target. Nice and easy."

They fought for the Republic now. It almost made killing pirates feel down-right patriotic. Brings a, warm fuzzy feeling to my heart.

 

[Carbon]

A lone Nebula class Star Destroyer sat in orbit around the fringe world with a small population. It's shields were up and weapons powered, and it was actively scanning the space for anyone and anything, and the tiny heat flare from the gunship's engines drew some alarms.

However, there wasn't any way of knowing what had caused it and so they simply remained on high alert. With the Sith rampaging around Mandalorian space they couldn't afford to take any chances and most ship crews operated on hair triggers.

However, the owner of the refurbished vessel wasn't on the ship - he was down at the Mandalorian outpost on planet. With communications restored across the galaxy (or at least on their way to being restored), a few news broadcasts of pirate raids had caught his attention.

Emberli, as Mandalore, couldn't allowed pirates to operate from his world and attack the Republic only to retreat here after. It wasn't good politically for him, and the last thing he needed right now was a second front opening up because some half-wit Intelligence operative looking to make his mark decided the Mandalorians were sponsoring the pirates.

Leaning over a map, Emberli frowned. They'd been unable to track down the pirates so far... but it was only a matter of time.

 

[Verz Horak]

Down on the planet, Verz was at the outpost with Emberli, looking at the same holo map. He had his helmet off, breathing fresh instead of filtered air. He was glad the Mandalore chose him for this mission. Fighting Sith was good,but sometimes you need to shake things up, and he was eager to prove the Mandalore was not wrong in promoting him to Rally Master. He just knew his father would have been proud of him. A comm technician walked over to him and interrupted his thoughts. The technician told him about the heat signature detected for the briefest of moments. Too quick to be natural. Verz nodded to the tech, who took the hint and walked away.

"Mandalore, the Star Destroyer in orbit has detected something unusual. The techs say it might have been a glitch, but we cannot be too careful."

 

[Akaan'ade Be'Solus]

Kal walked into the outpost, confused as to why his comrades were huddled round the map. He was hit by surprise as he saw Mandalore standing there. Unsure if he was expected to give some kind of display of respect, he attempted to avoid their attention, slowly creeping up towards to map. He heard talk of pirates and the republic, but he decided to avoid making any conclusions until they were required of him.

 

[Dizzy Zechs]

The gunship approached the planet hard and fast. However, unlike any simple asteroid which might have just been flying through space, it deviated course to match an entry vector into the atmosphere. This was the most telling sign that a vessel was making landfall on the planet. As an asteroid would not have piloted an entry vector but rather, would have smashed headlong into the biosphere and burned up.

The Republic Pilot could fly on repulsars lift now after another short burn. Taking them across the forested terrain with fantastic speed and only inches from the tree-tops.

"Entry was all green Commander. Moving to Nav point Alpha for drop off. We'll let you boys off and then dip our nose into the trees. Radio frequency is Decker Decker Five. All green on radar."

"You heard him men. Kick the door."

Three minutes to drop. They would be just outside the pirates valley in the mountains. They would make this quick.

 

[Verz Horak]

An alarm went off in the Mandalorian outpost. Men ran to prepare for battle. It seemed the Sith had come to visit this world at last. However, something wasn't quite right.

"Mandalore! a ship has been detected entering the atmosphere without an approved vector!" One of the technicians called out. She (the tech) pulled up a holo chart to examine the approach vector.

Verz smiled under his helmet. Finally, after weeks on this planet with nothing to fight, a threat showed itself to them. Verz grabbed his slugscatterer and loaded it.
"Ib'tuur jatne tuur ash'ad kyr'amod." He said to himself.

 

[Akaan'ade Be'Solus]

Kal furrowed his eyebrows in concern as he heard the alarm, drawing the GSI pistol and slamming back the slide, loading it and deactivating the stun function. "What kind of ship is it? Warship? Battleship? Dropship?" He asked, allowing attention to be drawn to himself now that there was a potential emergency.