Salvaging a Planet: Phase I

[Azrael]

Ord Mantell​

Junkyard​

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With the Galactic Republic vacating the heart of the Bright Jewel, the Mandalorian forces brought the planet under their collective influence. A planet that had been left to its own devices for sometime, and was ruled by corruption, greed and cheap trade. This was a planet where ships and debris went to be reconstituted as scrap and broken down into raw minerals. It was a place of death, gambling, and low-life scum. This was not a world that was thriving. For the Mandalorians, all words under their rule were meant for something better, to be reconditioned into a self-sustaining system that would progress forward and not lapse into complacency. A commission was sent out through the vode to accompany a native of the planet into a project that would revitalize and ultimately shift Ord Mantell into a brighter, and better future. ​

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Seated on a bench with his head bowed slightly, his voice carried in only a whisper, yet still sounded determined. "I made a promise to you - and I meant it." Azrael said in the quiet of a pre-fab bunker that rested just on the outskirts of one of the main salvage yards that he had personally worked in for over a decade of his young life. "This was your home just as much as it was mine, and I know that you'd want to see it become a better world if you could be here now. I wish you could." He said, sadness evident in his voice as he looked over a holographic static image of a young girl. "When I got word that the Mandalorians had taken Mantell, I knew I had to do this, for me, and for you - and for everyone else on this rock who gives a damn. Thank you for believing in me, enough that I could face this part of my life again. And now, this is my gift to you. Ord Mantell, a better world." He hit the button on his wrist projector and the holographic image faded to nothing.

"Well, here goes nothing." Azrael said as he stood up and slid on his buy'ce locking it into place, taking a breath beneath the confidentiality of his visor, stepping outside into the rustic landscape of the junkyards. The air was just as putrid and dismal as he remembered it, thankfully he no longer had to tolerate the unforgiving pollution that was created from the salvaging processes used. The air filtration process gave him clean oxygen to breathe while he moved to the encampment that he was currently utilizing as a base of operations. The first order of business in a long and sundry list of tasks to improve this world was to gain control over the junkyards, and reconstitute them for delivery recycled materials to Mandalore and Yaim's affiliates. As hard as it was to trod the soil of this planet, the Field Marshal had an iron resolve, and he would make this happen by haran or high water.

The meeting tent was only a stone's throw away, and he soon parted the tent curtain and stepped inside, where he was greeted by the vision of several high ranking members of the vode all standing around various sheets of flimsi scattered around the holo-projection table. The blueprints for each of the four main Junkyards were detailed for their viewing. He had trusted brothers and sisters here to help him with this campaign, and it made his heart swell to know that this adopted family that had rescued him from this planet were willing to set aside their personal goals for the time being, in order to help rebuild a planet that had forged Azrael in hardship and trial. It meant a lot, and he was grateful to each and every one of them. He needed their support, more than they likely knew.

"Oya vod. I'll get right to it. There are four main Junkyards on Mantell that control the recycling and scrap business of the planet. Each Junkyard is controlled by a Junkyard foreman. We need each of these aruetiise to comply with our efforts. Trade routes need to be setup in order to ship materials to Yaim, and our other stations for our builds. You'll have to convince them that this is in their best interest, and get them to hand over the deeds to each Junkyard. This will not be as easy as a fist shake. The foreman are in bed with the casino owners, which is the actual government, but it is a two way street." Azrael explained as he shifted and typed in a new command into the table. The blue holographic projection shifted to a graph of how credits were spent on planet.

"The exporting business of scrap brings ambassadors from each salvage plant to promote the casino business. Without that ambassador on the payroll of the foremen, the casino would have virtually no grip on the industry, and the two would become separate entities. That is what we want. Convince the foreman to side with the vode, and get the ambassador off their payroll. I'll be taking the west region, and rest of you can take whichever you prefer. Any questions?" Azrael asked to the Mando'ade gathered as he killed the holo-projector and took a survey of those gathered.

[member="Aedan Miles"] | [member="sabrina"] | [member="Adenn Gra'tua"] | [member="Ordo"] | [member="Kayne"] | [member="Skosk Fett"] | [member="Ploog"]

 

[Aedan Miles]

Aedan Miles stood near the rear of the group his eyes flicking over the data as the helmet to his armor rested against his hip as one hand held it in place. Strapped to his belt where his four primary weapons two lightsabers and a pair of Ripper pistols. He looked over the data before he pointed out a zone. "I will handle the North Region. What if the casino owners hear about what we are doing and decide to intercede. What permissions do we have in such a case?" The young mans bright violet eyes flashed as he reached his hand out and using the force call the flimsi with the data on the north region to him so he could look it over. He looked up at Azrael as he grinned the man had helped him out before in the past and now Aedan was here to assist Azrael with his ventures. He had recently undergone a change that had been from one of a lost young man to one who knew his path it was here with the Vod and he would do his best to help them even if that meant sacrificing his own life.
[member="Azrael"]

 

[Juggerduck]

[member="Aedan Miles"] made a good point. "Ploog will take the East," he offered, raising a mighty hand. He knew that if the Mandalorians were to succeed on Ord Mantell they would need to move decisively, but that they also needed to try to convince the shipyard owners that it was in their long term best interest to side with them. Simply bullying their way to control would lead to rebellion and further unnecessary bloodshed.

Azrael

 

[Darth Banshee]

Darth Banshee had arrived with help for the mandalorain rebuilding efforts, she manged to procure three Torment cruisers . She had droids who could be turned to help rebuild places. She had also had fire power, in case the republic changed their mind. She sent a message to the commander of the mandalorian expedition. ​[member="azrael"] as promised we will help in your rebuilding efforts. Where do you want us to we help? She grown to like the mandalorians, and even was learning to speak their language. Though she could not do it when it was too complicated.
She hoped this token of support would bring their two people together, though the was a lot bad blood to make up. As they still saw all the sith same light, the ones who attacked them. She keep trying to tell them though, that was a heretic empire, and not her people. Though most did not seem to buy it.

 

[Atlas Kane]

Ord Mantell, a planet unfamiliar to Cabur, he had about the planet a couple times. Mostly because of the recent battles between the Republic and the Mandalorian Clans that had recently occurred on this planet. He had of course heard of the planet before, though only when one of his Vode came back from a Bounty Hunt and told him about the different things that happened. The story Cabur had liked most was that of his adoptive father who was chasing a criminal and tracked him down to Ord Mantell where he finally captured him, after a couple hilarious events happened, like him and the criminal having for some reason entered into a dancing competition on a small celebration in one of the smaller villages. Cabur had loved those stories as a kid and now he was getting to go on his own adventures which he can then tell as stories to the young ones of his clan. It was a great feeling, having a family after he had endured many years on his own trapped on a ship filled with pirates. He was quite grateful to the Mando'ade for having saved him that day. He felt he had a debt to pay back to them, so he did all he could to help his clan and the rest of the Mando'ade.

This is why he was here today. He wanted to help a man called Azrael rebuilt in his efforts to rebuild the planet. Right now he was listening to the man giving his speech about the situation on Ord Mantell and about the objectives they had to fulfill to help the planet's economy. Cabur wasn't the most intelligent when it came to economy, but he understood enough to see why it was important to get the foremen of the different junkyards on their side. It would help greatly with the Mandalorian efforts that were put into rebuilding and making the world a better place for both Mando'ade and Civilians alike.

Cabur could get behind a cause like that. He knew how hard it could be for people who had lost their home or whose homes were in conditions that were everything but good, so he could sympathize with the people here. Azrael was an honourable man for rallying his fellow Mando'ade in this cause. As Cabur looked around he saw a couple familiar faces and a couple unfamiliar, then once the man had finished his speech, he heard the voices of a couple men and women who volunteered to take different jukyards. The man who had rallyied them here took the western junkyard, first one who volunteered took the northern one, the second one the eastern and the last one to speak asked to be assigned to a junkyard. Since there was only one more open, Cabur decided to go to that yard and convince the foreman there to side with the Mando'ade, instead of the Casinos that seemed to be running the planet. "I will take the southern yard."

[member="Azrael"] [member="Darth Banshee"] [member="Ploog"] [member="Aedan Miles"]

 

[Adenn Gra'tua]

Adenn looked at [member="Azrael"] while he spoke, he was standing across the table with his helmet on top of it, he was frowning in concentration while scanning the other people in the room "I can help Aedan with the north region... Unless they are more regions." Adenn grabbed his helmet in his right hand, all this had to go well, as if it didn't, then something bad might happen. A moment after he volunteered to help his fellow rally master the same man asked about their privileges do they have about it, it was a good question, not one the bounty hunter would have asked but a good one nevertheless 'All this better go well,' Adenn though 'or we might have to fight our way out... Not that I mind a little action." He smirked for a moment before placing his helmet on his head, then his HUD turned on, giving him his suits condition and other major information, he paused for a moment before continuing his though 'Id be prepared anyways.'

 

[Jak Skirata]

This was Azreal. The man Gilamar had put his trust, his faith in. He spoke of him like a son and regarded him as one. Davin remembered when he was first brought to the historic Skirata stronghold in Kyrimorut, still green behind the ears, no armor to speak of. He had grown since then, not physically taller, but definatley stronger in heart and soul. He was a good fit for the Mando'ade.

He could see why Gilamar chose him.

Folding his arms across his chest plates he nodded as the native spoke. This wasn't a gunslinging, bomb dropping mission. It was to be...Mostly diplomatic. At least that seemed to be the hope. "I will come with you Azrael." He knew not what else to do.
[member="Azrael"]

 

[Azrael]

A formidable group of the Mando'ade stood before him, and even some assitance was being given by the Red Legion, as well as an ally of the vode - a dar'jetti. He wasn't particularly picky about who he was going to let help. The more hands to the proverbial plow, the faster and more efficiently this operation would progress. Azrael knew the Junkyards and the planet well, it was ingrained information into his memory, and he well understood the politics by now, and how these operations ran. Just over a year ago, he was an endentured worker here, sold to the scrap yard by his mother when she fled the planet with the profit of handing over her son to the trade. He'd suffered many abuses here, and even being on the planet was a constant reminder of what he'd been through. With a resolve as thick and tough as a Strill's backside; he'd persevere.

"The Casino owners don't venture much into the scrapyards. They are very class oriented, and wouldn't sully their reputation with an in person visit to the foreman." Azrael answered Aedan. The hint of disgust in his voice aimed at the casino and it's owners. He'd contended with them on several occasions, and one notable casino investor had put a bounty out on him. That had been the start of his journey into wild-space, and a long and sordid affair with his past. "If we are going to encounter any physical resistance, it will be from the contractors. Most of the people calling the shots on in the yards are former prisoners, miners, and arena fighters. They shouldn't pose much of a threat for us however, they aren't all that bright, but they'd recognize a lost cause when they see one." The Field Marshal admonished, indicating that the vode could take care of themselves, and their reputation was above the contractors, and it would be clearly evident. As people began to pair off, his attentions turned to Davin as he volunteered to tail Azrael to the western Junkyard foreman.

"Vor entye vod." Azrael offered up the flimsi to his brother, as he already knew the path to take. He'd walked it many many times. Azrael had chose to face the foreman that he had at one time answered to. He knew that the transformation of himself into a Mandalorian would not be lost on his former employer, and he was confident that this man would no longer see a boy before him, but a respected and feared Mandalorian. He would not resist for too long before putting the Junkyard contract securely in the grip of Mand'yaim. "Get the contracts, and meet back here when you do. We have a lot of work to do on this planet, and this is the first step of many. Dismissed." Turning towards Davin once more, he offered a nod and then turned to step out of the tent as he checked his Mark II Ripper before sliding it back into his thigh holster. He didn't plan on using the weapon, but he was never without something to even the odds if things got messy. "Let's go." At that point he'd be heading towards his old stomping grounds, ever thankful for the buy'ce to disguise any semblance of doubt or fear that might wash over his face as reflex.

[member="Aedan Miles"] | [member="Ploog"] | [member="Darth Banshee"] | [member="Cabur Aranar"] | [member="Adenn Gra'tua"] | [member="Davin Skirata"] | [member="Arla Balor"]

 

[Adenn Gra'tua]

"Sounds easy enough." Adenn said aloud before he hooked his thumb in his belt "You coming Aedan? Or you just gonna wait around?" Before he could hear any response the bounty hunter exited the tent and stood a few meters away from it, waiting for his fellow rally master to come out 'So... This should go well for all of us, unless someone decides to shoot at one of the groups... Or all of them.' Adenn quickly pushed the thought out of his mind, even if they did attack them, they'd lose 'Remember what Azrael said, they won't be much of a threat... Good.' A slow sigh escaped his lips before he unhooked his thumb from his belt before turning away from the tent.

[member="Azrael"][member='Davin Skirata"][member="Cabur Aranar"][member="Darth Banshee"][member="Ploog"][member="Aedan Miles"]
(OOC: Had to remind everyone )

 

[Darth Banshee]

Darth Banshee sent another message to [member="Azrael"], Me'copaani? She was asking where he would like her to go. She new some mandalorians would say to hell, one [member="Strider Garon"] would say some thing else. She did not want to step out place so she decide it was best, not to put down and go head first in to situation like rancor.
So she decide to ask him, what job she would like her to do. She had droids, a fighter fleet and a few good ships.

 

[Anija Betna]

[member="Azrael"]

Anija stood near the rear of the group, listening as Azrael and the others discussed the mission. It seemed ,ore like a diplomatic envoy that a combat mission. That was more her style, but in all honesty, she felt more at home behind a computer these days. She waited until the others had began to depart to their assignments before she approached Azrael. "Sorry I'm late to the party, vod. Where do you need me?"

 

[Skar Fett]

Skar had just arrived, and asked Azreal "how can I help?"

 

[Michael Steelfang]

The Executioner came roaring out of hyperspace it's iron grey hull bristling with newly fitted twin laser cannons and a pair of twin turbo laser batteries while there was no fight to be expected if the Republic changed it's mind well The Executioner would make them pay for it dearly , Michael laid back in the Captain's chair tapping a series of runes on the chair's left arm rest , a voice rang out over the comms "Unknown vessel identify yourself" "This is the Crusader class corvette The Executioner" "State your bussiness Executioner" Michael jokingly said "Fast food delivery" the voice chuckled "Not funny state your bussiness" "Supply delievery " the voice was filled with curiosity " What sort of supplies" " A little bit of everything really" "Very well you are cleared to land at these cordinates a man named @ Azrael is in charge he will give you your marching orders once you reach planet side" "Understood making decent now " Michael glanced over to the droid piolting his vessel with a nod to the droid it began to fly the vessel to the designated cordiantes it was a uneventful entry then again who would be stupid enough to open fire on his ship, some of the workers in the junkyards cast a glance skyward at the approaching warship the insignia of the now dead clan Castelion displayed proudly on the ships hull a glaring , snarling three headed hound the clan's motto engraved underneath which translated as "No force in the galaxy can save you from our wrath, the wrath of the hounds clad in iron". Michael smiled behind his helmet his ship hadn't flown this well in a long time he made a note to send Jack Jack a bottle of his favourite wine for all the upgrades to his ship. He knew little of this world but that didn't matter, all that mattered was that one of the vode sent out the call for aid and for any self respecting mando that was more than enough of a reason to pitch in and help in whatever way they could. Dust scattered that had acumulated on the landing pad was thrown everywhere as the ship landed. Tapping on his comm-link [member="Azrael"] "You can tell the others the vode sends it's love and some gifts, now where do you need my help" Michael holsterd his heavy blaster pistols and shouldered his rifle, his lightsaber clipped to his belt and his short sword sheathed he believed that you can futher with a kind word and a gun than you will ever go with just a kind word, he leaned against his ship taking in the world around him as he waited for an answer, humming a song his father taught him when he was young.

 

[Arla Ordo]

[member="Anija Ordo"] [member="Azrael"]

In true little sister fashion Arla was standing near to Anija waiting to hear where they would be off to, and how they would be able to help this world. She looked at Azrael waiting to hear.

She nudged Anija slightly to remind her that she was there, not like she would forget anytime soon.

 

[Anija Betna]

[member="Arla Balor"] [member="Azrael"]

Behind her visor, Anija grinned. True, she wasn't entirely sure where to begin here, but it was good to know she had her dalyc'vod along. Hopefully. she could be of use here. She knew a little bit about the situation, and in her estimation, her skills would be very useful.

 

[Arla Ordo]

[member="Anija Ordo"] [member="Azrael"]

Arla looked around toeing the ground every so often, she was becoming antsy. She wanted to do something more...but what to do.

She stepped away and began looking around knowing any moment she could be in trouble.

 

[Aedan Miles]

Aedan jogs after [member="Adenn Gra'tua"] quickly his lightsaber hilts slapping against the armor on his thighs as he comes to a stop he pulls his helmet on obscuring his violet eyes and hair behind a cold skull painted helmet. "Lets get this over with I want to see if these casino owners dare have their men shoot at us." He walked along the indicated path calmly his hands near his pistols or lightsaber hilts at all times. Glancing behind himself he chuckled at Adenn lightly and gestured around. "Hopefully we can make this a better planet no?"

 

[Azrael]

Four directions - four directives. Each one of the cardinal passages of the scrapyard lay ahead of the vode, and each one ended with the first of many objectives. The foreman of the scrap yards needed to be won over first, and once that was secured, they could build upon that foundation and move forward. Besk'ar booted steps crunched over the dirt ridden landscape as he and one of the initiates moved across a well worn footpath that took them up the mountainside that overshadowed a very familiar valley. The landscape and structure hadn't changed much, but most of the evidence he'd ever been there had been replaced with hundreds of new piles of scrapped metal and derelict ships. Still, the images and flashbacks of his time in this yard was flooding back to him beneath the visor of the buy'ce. Memories that were certainly not pleasant - although not all bad. He'd moved on from this life though, it was behind him now. The Mando'ade were his family, and he was among their leadership. The promise he made to a dear friend was one he was intent on keeping.

The large durasteel complex lay just within reach, as a signal horn blew to indicate the end of a day's shift. Workers milled out of the factory like structure, opening a gateway for the Mandalorians to breach and move into the complex proper. Parting a sea of sentients was easy enough with the image of the two Mandalorian warriors clad in their beskar'gam. No one paused, but merely stepped to the side - only a few hushed whispers dotted the framework of the masses while Azrael strode forward. The citadel like tower that rose up high from the factory floor was their destination, and it would take some effort if he wanted to make tracks to that lofty office. Push came to shove though - they'd be easily able to barter a ride up the turbo lift for the promised livelihood of the lift guards.

"We've got an appointment with Xydis." Azrael said as he approached the lift and paused at the sight of the two Zabrak twins. He didn't recognize them, but they were easily hired muscle. Each taller than the Field Marshal by about a half a foot, with their arms crossed and a scowl on their tattooed faces. They made a nice decoration, but neither seemed to be budging from the access panel. "I'd rather not have to be late on account of your bad hearing." The half-blood said as he turned his visor to look at one and then the other.

"He doesn't have anyone scheduled now, Mandalorian." The one on the left spoke in a grim tone.

"Then he's not busy. Or would you rather he have to attend to the paperwork of cleaning up you two off the floor?" The challenge echoed out as he crossed his own arms over his chest. The bionic one coming to slide over last as he gauged their reactions. The pair spared the sight of him to glance at each other. One of the two offered a small shrug before he stepped away from the panel. Likely not paid well enough to risk getting into a tussle with two Mandalorians intent on getting a ride upstairs. "Wise move." Pushing forward, he waited for Davin to board with him and access the lift to take the ride to the top floor.

"Being vode has it's perks." He mentioned off handedly to his brother in arms while they took the express access up towards the offices.

[member="Aedan Miles"] | [member="Ploog"] | [member="Darth Banshee"] | [member="Cabur Aranar"] | [member="Adenn Gra'tua"] | [member="Davin Skirata"] | [member="Arla Balor"] | [member="Anija Ordo"]

 

[Anija Betna]

[member="Cabur Aranar"]

Anija frowned. Their objective was easy enough, certainly. it was mostly a matter of dealing with the yards hired muscle. With a shrug, she turned and headed after Cabur Aranar. She'd wanted to go with [member="Azrael"], but figured the other Mandalorian could use an extra set of eyes. She'd never been here before, so all she had to go on was Azrael's briefing. She turned slightly, and gestured [member="Arla Balor"] to follow as well.

Their trek through to the southern yard took some time, and Anija was glad for the filters in her helmet. She could see the smog and pollution clogging the air. She had to admit, Ord Mantell was a rather dingy and dismal place. And she hoped that their efforts here would proves useful. In that respect, she was of much the same thought process as Azrael on the matter.

Shaking her head after a moment, she looked up and jogged to catch up with Cabur. "Guess I'm as ready as I'll ever be..." She could fight when the need arose, and she had been well trained, but she much preferred to work with technology. As she looked around again, she began turning over ideas on how she might improve the technology here.

 

[Arla Ordo]

[member="Anija Ordo"]

Arla caught that [member="Anija Ordo"] was waving her to come, she looked over at [member="Azrael"], "See you later maybe we can find a drink for everyone". She nodded and then caught up to Anija. Her sister was always very serious it was rare she saw her smile and when she did it was as if she had been caught off guard. The trek was one that gave Arla time to look around at the landscape to see what else needed to be done. Even though she was helping Anija and learning from her she had other things that she wanted to help with too.

She knew what it was like to have nothing, and there was plenty of nothing around here. She hoped that whatever they did here brought a benefit.