Relic Raiders

[Ravenfire]

Location: Vrogas Vas​

Weather: Hot, Dry​

Time: 09:00​

Tags: [member="Gir Quee"] l [member="Valkren Calderon"]​

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Arriving on planet Tom would stretch his legs looking at the ruins of the old temple before him. There was supposed to be a holocron of some old ancient jedi master here along with a number of other items. He had his swords at his side as he wore his old mandalorian armour once again having not been able to make his own set of armour yet still trying to do other things instead however when he had heard of this place he knew he had to come here and lead the expedition after all he had been through a number of old temples of hutts, jedi and even sith.

He had managed to get the information about the location of this place from a book his father had picked up a while back. Nebulas and you or something like that maybe it was naming nebula ninth edition. It was a weird book whatever it was. Lots of charts however it was likely whoever had made the book had likely also left the details of the location of this place in other areas. Which was why Tom had brought a number of his droid units in case something went seriously wrong.

Location: Deep within the temple​

Weather: Colder and darker.​

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Some pirates were deep in the temple when one of their above ground sensors went off. Someone had come into low atmosphere and was landing. After checking the registration of the ship it pinged as an SJO ship. The same guys who had stopped pirates in several other places including one of their larger bazaars in the asteroid field in the Nixor sector. "Kark you have to be kidding me, Silver Jedi. How long till you get that door open?" The man trying to open the door turned around look at the boss. "Longer than what time we have."

This door that stood before them deep within the temple had stumped them for a number of days having them have to cover their ships so no one would be able to find out that they were here. "Dang it, how long till our other friends arrive exactly?" The second in command would shrug. "No idea sir, could be soon, could be well after the jedi have found us and made it through the door. They never gave me where they were launching from just that it would be less than a week and that was four days ago." The woman in charge would nod. "Very well set up defences and get ready to bunker in. Keep trying to open that door while we do. We may need it as a fall back location."

 

[Gir Quee]

LT-1200 Light Freighter Sundance, descending on Vrogas Vas

"I see his ship on coordinate grid oh-five-two, right where he said it would be," said Ariela, toggling through the co-pilot's screens.

Gir silently nodded as he gently pulled the ship's yoke upwards, lessening the Sundance's angle of descent. While his eyes seemed glued to the ships HUD, his mind was not. In truth, he wondered if this was really a good idea at all. If he had just thrown his life away based upon the whim's of a droid's thoughts. He spared a brief glance at Ariela, but the droid seemed equally distracted by whatever she was reading in the console. If she's actually reading it...That thought bothered him, but he couldn't blame the droid for that either, as she had been programmed to intentionally be deceptive. That's why we're in the first place...Asyr's programming job...He dialed down the ship's throttle as the Sundance began to just skim over the vast desert. He caught a glint of metal on the horizon, which soon was followed by the rising of toppled stones and ancient structure. The blonde man cut the throttle off, relying on the ship's inertia to let them glide down and land next to [member="Tom Taff"]'s vessel. After conducting a quick post flight checklist, the two sauntered down the ship's ramp.

"By the eight blazes it's hot here," muttered the apparent woman, shielding a hand above her forehead.

Deception at its best? Nonetheless, Gir felt the want to agree, though years of military service on almost a hundred of worlds immediately halted that. He paused for a ramp and considered everything. It could be worse. The thinsuit's keeping things relatively nice, and the armor is comfortable. I've got a good gun on my hip side and a back-up. Even a shield and medpac on belt if things get really bad.

"Here, take this," said Ariela, tossing him what appeared to be a gray-green cloak, "we may need it."

She's certainly thought of everything...Gir nodded and drapped it around his shoulders, partially concealing his sand-colored outfit. Ariela was similarly equipped to him, though rather than a slugthrower, she had opted to wear a holstered blaster pistol instead. The two stepped onto the dirt and began to walk to Tom's location.

[member="Valkren Calderon"]

 

[Valkren Calderon]

Onboard A-10 Dropship.​

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"Raider One is inbound to Vrogas Vas surface. We'll be dropping him two klicks out from rendezvous point, how copy?"

Commander Valkren Calderon could hear the pilot of his dropship speak up over the comms, relaying their position and information on the drop to both those at the rendezvous point, as well as back to The Concord. The scout frigate that the Radama Raiders were stationed on currently had dropped just outside of the planets range in order to transport the special operations officer to the surface.

Valk's visor suddenly illuminated a bright blue, signifying the startup of the heads-up-display within his Katarn plating. A few bits and pieces of his tan plates had been exchanged out for a sort of short cloak that concealed some of the visibly Ranger-marked armor.

His communications within his helmet buzzed alive, and a familiar voice reached out from the other side.

"Hey boss, you sure about heading down there all by your lonesome?" It was Specialist Lowder, one of his team members, and a trusted friend. He had chosen to attend the expedition alone, needing a bit of time away from their extended home that was the scout frigate that Lowder was contacting him from. In any other situation, he would have taken a squad of his best pipe-hitters, including the specialist.

Valkren cracked a grin underneath his helmet, "I'm gone for two hours and you already miss me, Johnny boy?"

"Well, it gets old fast staring at the Lieutenant's ugly head." Valkren could clearly hear an 'I heard that!' in the background coming from Lieutenant Harris, his team's XO.

With a chuckle, the commander shook his head and responded once more before cutting the comms. "It'll be fine Lowder. I'm sure it will just be a quick snatch and grab. Besides, I think there's an old friend down there that could give me a lift back to the Concord."

At this the Commander lifted his body from his sitting position, standing up and gripping the handle in front of one of the side-doors to the dropship. In his free hand, he'd hold a flamestorm blaster cannon with the assist of a sling thrown over his shoulder. In his drop holster on his right leg rested his holdout option. Although he used to carry repeater cannons often during his time with the galactic republic, this would be the first time in a while..So just in case things did get hairy and too close for comfort, underneath his cloak across his back was a submachine gun.

The door to the surface slid open, the A-10 tilting nose-up to hover just at the right distance so the commander could hurl himself boots-first. With an audible 'thud' the soldier landed, turning around to make sure that the dropship closed up and headed back for orbit. Once he was sure that the pilot and crewmembers were a safe distance away, he'd begin to make his way to the others.

[member="Gir Quee"] | [member="Tom Taff"]