Private Ranov'la Joruun

[Shuklaar Kyrdol]

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Friendly Units:

• Prudii Rekr 1-1, HC-03M/S Shev'la Kyramud-class Stealth Heavy Multi-role Corvette
• Vornskr Mirshir-Jurkad Rammikade company Kyramud

Tag(s): Lion Darman

Equipment​

• Armor:
  
  • Beskar'gam
    
    • Shoulder mounts:
      
      • NML-02VTB Nano missile Launcher
    • Back mounts:
      
      • A-03S Verpine Shatter Autocannon
      • MML-02S Miniaturized Missile Launcher
        
        • 8x Cretanr'ika-lcass Guided Plasma Micro-missile
        • 8x Striilir'ika-class Brilliant Micro-missile
    • Left Vambrace:
      
      • CP-03V CryoBan Projector
      • PC-05V Plasma Caster
      • TBP-01V Tractor-Pressor Beam Projector
    • Right Vambrace:
      
      • METL-02V Micro Energy Torpedo Launcher
      • MML-01V Miniaturized Missile Launcher
        
        • 2x Cretanr'ika-lcass Guided Plasma Micro-missile
        • 2x Striilir'ika-class Brilliant Micro-missile
• Implant:
  
  • 'Rammikad' Enhancement Package
  • 'Gar Tkiriyr' Neural Interface
• Weapons:
  
  • 2x M-06S 'Skirata' Mra'jitr
  • Bes'phatir
  • DP-02 Class-D Heavy Disruptor Pistol w/ 'Kyrayc Sur'haai' 1-4x Short Range Optics System
  • FL-01 Verpine Shatter Flechette Launcher w/ 'Kyrayc Sur'haai' 1-12x Medium Range Optics System and UPC-06 Underbarrel Plasma Caster

Location: Malastare Far Orbit

Shuklaar was not a man without regrets. He regretted being unable to save more when they comitted their ba'slan shev'la during Sith invasion of Mandalore. He regretted he couldn't keep Jhira from having to go through what she did following the invasion of Rhand. He regretted he couldn't save more during the CIS' collapse and the evacuation of Naboo. Now? Now he regretted that he didn't put down those shabuire in the Enclave when he had the chance. He'd ignored them when they were spouting that osik about the Sith and when they'd started their little crusade. He'd encouraged anyone that had been in a position to do something about them to do the same till they could be ignored no longer. When they seemed to cool down he went right back to doing nothing. Now it seemed that they'd completely lost their minds, There was no rhyme nor reason for what they were doing now. Such was the Crusader way.

The Crusader way of life was destructive and was a fast way to remind the galaxy that they hadn't finished the job that they'd started and that the Sith had nearly finished. It had caused nearly irreperable damage to their people's reputation. He hadn't been in a position to do anything about it the last time. This time however, Shuklaar was not going to stand idly by and watch. This time he was going to do something. It was going to be a measured response at first, but a response nonetheless. He had just the sort of measured response in mind. Shuklaar had heard of the disagreement between the Enclave and House Darmna. House Darman weren't particular about Mando'a and didn't the eEsol'nare as most did, they sure as haran didn't reserve to be wiped out wholesale. When he heard House Darman was looking for a weapon supplier, Shuklaar saw an easy solution to two problems. He reached out to Lion Darman and asked to meet him.

Shuklaar had deliberately arranged the meeting in neutral space aboard one of the company's stealth corvettes. Not far enough from company operated space that he was running up operations costs, but not close enough that if it was disccovered he was implicating any of the company's clients. Prudii Rekr 1-1, the lead ship of the company's elite special operations naval squadron sat in the edge of Malastare's outer orbit, its single Shev'la'galaar-class Heavy Stealth Gunship keeping its distance and watching for any approaching craft. He very much doubted Lion had been disingenuous with hisrequest, but ret'lini.

Neither the ship's captain Spar Kyrdol nor the commanding officer of Kyramud Mirshir-Jurkad Commando company Ra'gar Nihut'tyr were men of many words, so both stood with him on the bridge, waiting for any sign of a newly arrived ship.Shuklaar glanced at the ship's gem cutter readout from time to time despite the fact that he was already receiving all feeds directly in his HUD. Shuklaar sighed to himself. He was doing the right thing, he knew he was. Only question remained whether it was going to come with the usual cost or not. The League was going to meet with the Enclave soon, and provided they didn't buy the lie, they were going to be doing something soon. Only question remained what? This, this gave him another option, another weapon in his arsenal and another ally in the Mandalorians fight for survival in a galaxy where their worst enemy seemed to be themselves.

 

[Lion Darman]

On the outskirts of the Malastare system, not far from the stealth corvette, a decidedly unstealthy Nebulon-B frigate came out of lightspeed. Clamped to its midsection hanging just below the long boom that linked the stern to the bow, was a slab-sided Mandalorian transport known as a Tra'kad. Two mandalorians were aboard the dropship, while the frigate was overseen by the Darman Alor himself, a Zeltron warlord known as Nobody.

"We're here." Nobody said to Lion in the Tra'kad over the comm. "No sign of anyone." He didn't sound happy about that fact, but Lion wasn't worried. The contact was trustworthy. "Don't worry about it, boss. Drop us off." Lion replied to his chieftain. Beside him in the cramped confines, Threebears grunted. Threebears rarely spoke. He was a massive Gen'dai with a notorious reputation. Nobody had assigned him to the mission to force Lion to be the diplomat. "Its your shebs." Said Nobody, and then the hissing clang of the anchor bolts came through the hull. The Tra'kad moved away under its own power. The Nebulon-B angled away from them before jumping to lightspeed, leaving them behind.

Lion keyed the comm. On low power, so the chances of the transmission being picked up by anyone not very close was slim. The Tra'kad itself wasn't the fastest ship in the world, but it was compact, tough, rugged, and very Mandalorian.

"This is Tra'kad with two pax. Requesting landing clearance." He trusted that the contact was out there. They'd chosen the location and provided a stealth vessel for the meeting. He was putting his life in their hands, but he was doing it to help the House. They needed to arm up fast, and for that, they needed reliable suppliers.

Shuklaar Kyrdol The Storyteller Braxton Holst

 

[The Storyteller]

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Shuklaar Kyrdol Lion Darman

The Recluse dropped out of hyperspace nearby, though no one would know. The old ghost ship remained remained cloaked around it's acting Captain. OOM-33 had prepared for this their entire artificial life. Every naval battle against the republic and every strategic move against the New Imperial Order, and every day spent salvaging Operative code from their master's methodical scavenging. Everything led to a day when the droid would spearhead an operation in their master's name.

Finally, They had a chance.

Photoreceptors would contract in focus as the mistress appeared in a flash of blue above the holo-receiver in their metallic hand.

"Oomie?" The figure nodded in anticipation.

"Mistress, We have arrived at our destination, with only one contact on scan so far. We will continue as planned shortly"

"Good. Inform me when the meeting begins"

"Roger, roger" Oomie deactivates the device shortly after, joining their escorts on the trip down to the hanger, where they board a small shuttle and leave the safety of their cloaked mothership.

Immediately after leaving the cloaking field, The shuttle appears on nearby scanners and OOM-33 sends a short range communication;

:: Black Hand Corporate Shuttle: "Reach-1", on trade mission, Request landing clearance. How copy? ::

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[Leenic Ellsil]

Leenic didn't like anything about this.

The location, the Op, the fact that he couldn't bring his personal flagship, none of it made any tactical sense to the seasoned bounty hunter as he tried to dream up any idea why he was dragged along for such a poorly defended transaction, but if it made Alloy feel better about security, he certainly wouldn't try to piss her off.

It wasn't like the Dragon was that far away anyhow, her captain and crew were in battle stations one system over just in case they needed to be called in for a QRF and rescue.

"You're absolutely certain these guys hate the Enclave, right?" He said aloud, bouncing his leg with pent up energy and nerves. "Putting up a false arms deal is always an amazing way to catch someone with little to no reinforcements, and we certainly are not breaking the mold by leaving the Dragon out of range."

From the front of the shuttle Leenic's andriod companion, Starhopper, glanced back over the pilot's seat, giving his best attempt at an eye roll. "We all know the story Leenic. But what can I say except that Courscaunt sucks and I'm sure that Alloy would not put the both of you into a trap. RIght?" He said, glancing at the other mandalorian's droid. "She would check her information sources I hope?"

The Storyteller Lion Darman Shuklaar Kyrdol

 

[Shuklaar Kyrdol]

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Friendly Units:

• Prudii Rekr 1-1, HC-03M/S Shev'la Kyramud-class Stealth Heavy Multi-role Corvette
• Vornskr Mirshir-Jurkad Rammikade company Kyramud

Tag(s): Lion Darman | The Storyteller | Leenic Ellsil

Equipment​

• Armor:
  
  • Beskar'gam
    
    • Shoulder mounts:
      
      • NML-02VTB Nano missile Launcher
    • Back mounts:
      
      • A-03S Verpine Shatter Autocannon
      • MML-02S Miniaturized Missile Launcher
        
        • 8x Cretanr'ika-lcass Guided Plasma Micro-missile
        • 8x Striilir'ika-class Brilliant Micro-missile
    • Left Vambrace:
      
      • CP-03V CryoBan Projector
      • PC-05V Plasma Caster
      • TBP-01V Tractor-Pressor Beam Projector
    • Right Vambrace:
      
      • METL-02V Micro Energy Torpedo Launcher
      • MML-01V Miniaturized Missile Launcher
        
        • 2x Cretanr'ika-lcass Guided Plasma Micro-missile
        • 2x Striilir'ika-class Brilliant Micro-missile
• Implant:
  
  • 'Rammikad' Enhancement Package
  • 'Gar Tkiriyr' Neural Interface
• Weapons:
  
  • 2x M-06S 'Skirata' Mra'jitr
  • Bes'phatir
  • DP-02 Class-D Heavy Disruptor Pistol w/ 'Kyrayc Sur'haai' 1-4x Short Range Optics System
  • FL-01 Verpine Shatter Flechette Launcher w/ 'Kyrayc Sur'haai' 1-12x Medium Range Optics System and UPC-06 Underbarrel Plasma Caster

Location: Malastare Far Orbit

"Five ships," intoned Spar from beside him. The ship's gemcutter had already picked up the signature of two ships dropping out of hyperspace in close proximity. Now, as Spar had confirmed, they were tracking five ships, two shuttles, one positively ancient Tra'kad-class Transport. am equally ancient Nebulon-B and enough life signs in open space that had to be a stealth vessel of some kind. That was if the ship's crystal grav-field trap wasn't already picking up a roughly corvette-sized distortion. "They're hailing us. Landing requests," he added matter of fact.

"Grant it, we've got business to discuss," replied Shuklaar evenly, nodding at the bridge doors to Ragar. Ragar's command squad wordlessly followed as Shuklaar made for the hangar. He had hoped Breshig's reputation and stance on those that took up the Crusade ways would precede them, but apparently some of those arriving today had wisely believed in the old Mandalorian adage of ret'lini. He had a few tricks up his sleeve ret'lini as well.

"This is Prudii Rekr 1-1, please enter touch and go landing pattern as transmitted. Hangar space is limited," instructed Spar over comms to the incoming ships just as Shuklaar, Ragar and company left the bridge. The hangar was at the other end of the ship from the bridge, but it did not take Shuklaar, Ragar and his rammikade long to make it to the hangar as the blast doors opened out to space outside. To those attempting to land, it would appear as though they were landing in empty space, but the transmission they'd received had all the information required to make a perfectly safe approach.