Location: Dxun, Mandalorian Covenant Headquarters, Common Area.
Local Time: 15:18
Date: -DATA CORRUPTED-
Primary Objective: Write After Action Report
Secondary Objective: N/A
Equipment: Loadout 1 +
Goran’s Stand (Medical Backpack, Paranaor Blaster Rifle and Scatter Gun left behind in his squad’s quarters)
Tags:
Stardust Solus Skirae
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Sergeant Omen
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Mig Gred
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Caltin Vanagor
Seated at the far corner of the common area by himself; his feet were resting on the table in front of him, with his custom datapad in his hands. The giant supercommando ruus’alor was zoned out as he was busy with writing a detailed after action report for one of the more recent missions he had undertaken with his squad. Several days had passed since he and his small, 4 man squad had come back from a series of missions in one of the border worlds under control of the Bryn’adûl.
It was purely a reconnaissance mission on Yitabo, a small agriworld. Their objective was to observe the enemy and remain undetected throughout the duration of their reconnaissance mission. They were sent there to assess the enemy’s strengths and weak points a week ago. Kranak and his squad had managed to observe enemy troop movements, locations of several supply depots and ammunition dumps, as well as several strongholds the Bryn’adûl had in their possession, aside from more minor things such as known patrol roots the Bryn sentries took and when the change of guards happened in certain Bryn’adûl installations on the planet. They also had scouted and marked down a number of safe zones during their mission. Potentially, they could be used as staging areas for small special forces squads such as his own to launch covert missions from.
The supercommando was watching, re-watching and editing the footage he and his squad had recorded during the duration of the mission on his helmet’s heads-up display, all the while taking notes on his datapad. As the Mandalorian lost himself in his work, he didn’t hear the clatter of metal falling to the floor when Master Caltin cut them in half easily with his lightsaber. Nor did he pay any mind to the muffled, angry rumbling coming from his fellow vode when they were provoked.
He was used to violent disagreements that regularly went down between his vode, afterall. He thought it was a similar occurrence, but an armored fist slamming on a metal table, accompanied with a ring of flame around the table in the middle of the common area
did get his attention. Did someone use their flame projector or something? After pausing and minimizing the footage in his heads-up display, the giant looked up from his custom datapad and towards the source of the commotion. There was a crowd of armored Mandalorians blocking his vision as they had gathered around the middle of the common area. He was seated, so he couldn’t look over their heads and see what was going on. He couldn’t see anything other than a large group of Mando’ade gathered around in the middle, as a result.
He heard a muffled feminine voice, fervently cussing and talking about some threat, in Mando’a. He didn’t think of using his helmet’s built-in sound sensors to filter out the background noise and amplify what was being said until the later parts of the conversation. With that in mind, the Supercommando lacked context on the conversation.
“... I will not repeat this, I want everyone to be in order, if you’ve got an issue challenge him to a battle circle, otherwise stow it.”
He recognized the owner of the voice as soon as he heard her.
That was Stardust. It sounded to the ruus’alor as if she was putting a fellow vod or a
group of Mandalorians into their place, which explained the flames that glared in the middle of the common area earlier.
Shrugging, thinking his prediction was correct about those regular quarrels between a vod and another one, the Mandalorian Supercommando looked back at his screen and continued with his work he had to finish. The ruus’alor was about to go back to writing his detailed report when someone blared loudly into his ears. The yelling was mostly unintelligible, as the audio was amplified high.
He was almost deafened by the fellow vod’s yelling. He had manually amplified the audio receivers in his helmet manually, taking it off from “automatic” and forgot to switch it back when he was done, like a
di’kut. <”Ow!”> he yelped in pain, with a grimace on the ruus’alor’s face. Luckily he had his helmet’s annunciator turned off. The yelp was isolated just inside his helmet. The giant shook his head in pain as he raised his left hand and rested it over his helmet, near where his left ear would be.
<”Audio Amplifier: Switch to Automatic.”> Kranak commanded. His interactive heads-up display carried out the command as soon as the command was spoken. As the incoming audio was lowered considerably, he had managed to hear
some of what was said by an enraged Mandalorian.
“...DIDN’T CARE ENOUGH TO PROTECT HER. I WANTED TO GET AWAY FROM THE KREFFING PROPER FORCE USERS WHO THINK THEY KNOW BETTER THAN US FOR ONE DAY BUT APPARENTLY,THAT IS IMPOSSIBLE AROUND HERE!”
Now
that sounded serious. He still lacked context as to what was going on, though. But his prediction from earlier was more than likely false now. A moment after the yelling, the giant heard someone lift up and throw one of the heavy metal tables towards a wall. The table collided with the ferroconcrete wall with a loud metallic crash. As he was slowly getting up from his seat, he saw a Mandalorian angrily part the crowd gathered around him from the side; walking with hurried, furious steps towards the eastern exit of the common area.
<”What in the kark is going on?”> Inquired Kranak after turning on his helmet's annunciator with the movement of his eyes, as the giant slowly moved towards the crowd; his left hand was still caressing his left ear over his buy’ce, with his right arm on his side, his hand clutching his custom datapad.
