Raiding Mandal Motors (Open to the Mandos and the Consortium)

[Tanith Alde]

The Zann crime lord looked over the small raid fleet. Four Interceptors VIs and twenty Skipray 36X Blastboats. The convoy was do to come into this system's station soon, and the Consortium intened to keep that from Happening. As it Dropped out of hyperspace the Pirate grinned.

His fleet emerged like wolves from the wounds, guns and torpedoes blasting down the transport's engines, skiprays and interceptors tackling the small escort almost without trouble

"All hands...prepare for boarding" Vincente said with a cruel chuckle as hit fleet sorrounded the small mandal motors convoy. It was helpless, sitting in the water so to say, its comms and engines down, waiting for the pirates to board it

 

[Corruck Kazen]

Corruck Kazen had arrived with the fleet as soon as he had been able to pull away from his other obligation. Sometimes he felt like was betraying those he had decided to fight for, he had to remind himself every time that this was a simply a part of his past. Corruck Kazen, more correctly and originally Corruck Zann, had never told his friends of this. His name had been changed so many times, he would probably no longer answer to that name, Zann was something that he had left in his past so that he could live in the present. The last person who had known of his name had been his sister, who had gone missing a long time ago, he was not even certain if she were alive still. After handing leadership over to him of the Consortium she had created, which had soon fallen apart, she had simply vanished.

He was among the bordering party, armed with his two trusty blasters, Dropper and Core's Death. He had not even told this leader of the Consortium who he was, in so far as his name. He wanted to work his way up along with the common rabble, prove that he worthy of the old name he had left behind. Perhaps one day he would pick back up the name, but for now he was simply Corruck Kazen, another name in a crowd of named people. He waited for the signal.

[member="Vincente Zann"]

 

[Lord Gaius]

The heavens opened as lightning struck and thunder boomed. The fires of hell flared, washing waves of heat over the beskarsmith. Beads of sweat gathered on his forehead, and his thick hands wiped them away. His breathing was intense, he raised his hammer and brought it down with the fury of Mandalore. Lightning struck. Thunder boomed. The art of beskarsmithing was as ancient as his own culture, and he had nurtured that craft. There were few dedicated beskarsmiths to carry on the tradition, and he would be damned if he died knowing that such a craft went with him.

A side-corridor opened, steam rolled out and over a man standing in the way. He wore overalls with an oil-slick face. His head was completely shaven, but his eyes were a piercing blue. The engineer dug his hands into his pockets, squinting through the heat, "Ay, sensors picking up somethin-" but he was cut short. Something hit the ship, and Gaius almost lost his footing, but he dropped his hammer.

"The Force be cursed," he exclaimed, "Who in the kark did that," then there was another explosion. A voice in the intercom confirmed the engines were fried, shields down. More reports were flooding in, the escorts were being swatted like flies. If anything, Gaius wasn't concerned, he was confused. He frowned in thought, why doesn't Mandal Motors have beskar-protected spacecraft. It's there, it's available. "Bah!" he waved his hand in frustration.

He suffocated the flames and let the beskar to cool. The project would have to wait till the assailants were dealt with. Likely pirates. No political group was stupid enough to attack Mandalorians. Then there was the chance of Primeval, but if they were Primeval he would be dead already. No, these were pirates.

He stormed out of the room, ambling down the thin corridors until he came to the bunks. He only needed his helmet. He gently pressed it over his head and locked the joints around the neck. There was a hiss and his HUD confirmed the suit was now pressurized. He took out an ammunition box from under his bed, loading 5.56mm SHOCK slugs into his CZ-835. These pirates weren't going to die. He was going to take them alive.

[member="Corruck Kazen"] | [member="Vincente Zann"]

 

[Nixara Zann]

As the doors of a secondary boarding pop opened up on the other side of the Mandalorian ship, Nixara Zann stepped out, followed by a squad of Consortium Defilers armed to the teeth with illegal Disruptor weaponry. The group moved through the corridor they'd landed in, gunning down any crewmen that resisted or failed to get out of their way as their procession moved towards the bridge.

''I want the command crew eliminated and this ship brought under Consortium control. It'll make a fine edition to our fledgling fleet. My cousin will be pleased to no end, if all goes according to plan.'', she said with a degree of confidence in her voice, a sly grin upon her face as they drew closer and closer to the ship's bridge.

[member="Vincente Zann"]
[member="Corruck Kazen"]
[member="Lord Gaius"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Vincente Zann"] [member="Corruck Kazen"] [member="Nixara Zann"] [member="Lord Gaius"]

Aboard The Crusher

Some one had once told him good things come in threes. Well not specifically but vaguely mentioned it. It was about three am local time and Jack was rubbing his eyes as h hopped from his bunk and let his feet hit the floor. No sooner that that his commlink began to beep and the Reservist Naval Officer picked it up, scowling as he opened the link.

"Whats the deal?"

He wasn't used to this. Not used to doing three month mandatory rotations as the Captain of the Destroyer, but it was necessary to keep his paycheck and his skills sharp. Jack was most at home in a fighter or a freighter and commanding a ship this large was not his forte.

"Just got a distress signal from a nearby convoy requesting assistance. Seems like pirates got into our lanes and are mucking up the place."

"How far?"

"Microjump, we can be there in under twenty minutes."

"Instruct a jump then, also instruct the crew of the other Vessel to hold out by any means necessary. We are on the way."

Jack closed the link and cursed, opening up his wall locker. The Naval Beskar'Gam he had modified slid on piece by piece. He slid his Besk'ad into a sheath on the belt, and and old DL-44 in the other, then stalked to bridge. Beneath him he felt the deck lurch, and knew they were well on their way into hyperspace....

 

[Corruck Kazen]

Corruck nodded to his men. Time to move out. They lacked the luxury of time, doubtless there might be other ships coming to rescue these ships. A company such as this, controlled by mandolorians who had long memories for misdemeanors, would most definitely send help, if word had gotten out. Corruck had to assume that a transmission had gotten through.

"To the bridge. We take this ship and get ready to move to the next." He spoke, unnecessarily to his 'gang'. They knew the mission, he had given them the basic plan and had even gotten some time to practice basic simulations with them before it was time to get out there.

For the first minute it seemed that all would go well. The team of thirty one, including Corruck, jogged down the halls of the ship before they came across some resistance. Fully about ten men armed with light battle armor and basic military weapons stood in their path. Two were armed with light repeaters, three with rifles, and the other five with strong blaster pistols. A force to be taken carefully, but not too much of a danger to the mission.

"Split. Groups one, two take these guys. Group three, you're with me. Group four, support." He smiled as the orders were sent out. Everybody knew who they were, what group they were in and the role they would play in this battle. He would have preferred stun weapons himself, these guys might make useful captives. But instead they were piles of ash on the floor in about two minutes. There were three injuries on his side, no deaths fortunately. Corruck had yet to figure a plan to replace those troops that did die. Probably ask for a pick of some of the veterans to take the deceased's place. Then again he still had to prove himself in this organization, while avoiding giving into the easy way of ascension, admitting to who he was.

He pulled the breath mask back up over his mouth, once more finding it amusing how well the device could change one's voice and spoke over an audio only comm to the command ship, "This is boarding team one. We are five minutes from the bridge. Minor resistance met, potentially the only that we will have. Will report in once we have the bridge."

[member="Vincente Zann"] [member="Lord Gaius"] [member="Nixara Zann"] [member="Jack Raxis"]