Dominion &nbsp; Shadow&#039;s End | Dominion of Vlemoth Port

Ela Exel |

Mairéad Solus |

Dominik Borra |

Diocletian Kahmen’’a
ENGAGING:

Ela Exel
GEAR: In bio

999

The cantina was a warzone on its own, with the three Mandalorians firing at anything that moved with a blaster in their hands. Their HUD’s helped them to avoid civilian casualties, though anything else was torn apart with no hesitation or mercy. Jos’ heavy blaster shrieked with each round fired, golden bolts impacting hard enough to send the unlucky victim stumbling back as a small explosion erupted with each shot. Vulcan did what he was known for, going down and surprising their enemies with horrid blows to their legs before they met their untimely demise. Kayl, on the other hand, did what he did best. Jos still had to take him to Naboo to feel the touch of actual grass with all of his datapad staring.

<”Kayl, get to the door! Vulc, make those thermals useful. Make this place burn brighter than a star.”> His voice boomed over the cacophony as he fired away at the criminals in the cantina, bolts bouncing off his armour with no effect as the gigantic Kel Dor stood tall in the midst of the firefight.

Without wasting a second, he turned and made his way to the entrance, giving covering fire to his two clanmates as he waited for them. Stepping out the door, the Kel Dor looked down at Vulcan with cold determination in his voice.

”Blow it.”

The building went up in flames, but Jos wasn’t phased by the shockwave washing over them. They had more important business to attend to. The target building, where the meeting was taking place.

The Kimuur Building

A limo was parked out front, with a few people hanging out around it. They were of little concern. <”Make them fly.”> He muttered to the rest of his team as he bent forward and locked onto the target ahead of them. A missile launched from his jetpack towards the limo before he took off into the air. <::Keep them busy!::> He called out over their comms as he blew a hole into a window with his pistol and flew inside the building.

If their information was correct, his floor wasn’t that far off…

The first wave did their job, emerging from the shadows and exposing their foes with fire and flame. Basilisks, hidden in the starbase with various plates bolted on, shook off their disguise and took to the skies with engines howling away. Teams of Si’kayha and Karjr moved through the streets to target any and all positions of value.

Spice dens, laboratories, cantinas, warehouses, blood slug farms, their surprise attack was ruthless and efficient. And when their foes proved too problematic to take on alone, a simple sound tore through the air to announce the intent of the Mandalorians in a thunderous crescendo...

BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT

The cannons of the Basilisks tore apart roads and buildings, eviscerating any and all that were not citizens of Lyran IV. It wasn’t long before more support arrived, a detachment of Enclave Marines sent to support the Mandalorians and keep civilians out of harm’s way. The Lyran troops were aptly named, volunteers that lived on the planet and were part of the society.

It didn’t take long for all-out war to break out in the streets of Starbase Yamarro while gunships and Basilisks flew overhead, dropping off troopers to help with setting up perimeters and block off vital areas of potential escape. Mandalorians and Marines squared off with the goons and mercenaries of the various syndicates in the streets, notably two major groups proving the most problematic. Though their identity still remained unknown among the aggressors.

Shakka Bralor · Jun 15, 2022

Slaver Hunt

Location:Lyran IV Night side of the planet
Equipment:Equipment In Bio
Allies: Open
Enemies: Open
Neutral: Open
Song:Night Witches

They had moved in quiet a half dozen cloaked gunships touched down a few klicks from their objective. The slaver compound was difficult to find as they had to locate several distinct clues to find among the city. As they moved into the compound proper they began attaching charges to the transport ships docked around the compound.

She was busy attaching a charge to a transport's full pod when her sensors alerted her to an incoming sentry; she moved back into the shadows of the transport and waited for the sentry to close with her. She waited until they were about a meter past her position then sprang on them. Quickly and silently she snapped the neck of the sentry and drug his limp body into the shadows of the transport. She finished her work with the charge and open up her comm.

“This is Jai’galaar actual all Jai’galaar units report status.”

Kayl Krayt · Jun 15, 2022

Lyran IV | Starbase Yamarro
Equipment: In Bio.
Friendlies: Enclave |

Jos Krayt |

Vulcan Krayt |

Eliz Krayt |

Gwyneira Vizsla
Hostiles: The Family (Unbeknownst) |

Ela Exel |

Mairéad Solus |

Dominik Borra |

Diocletian Kahmen’’a
Directly Engaging: Open!

Disco Inferno

Relief! Sweet, sweet relief!

Despite the unfavorable circumstance of battle he found himself in, he couldn’t help but crack a genuine smile underneath his helmet faceplate as he flipped open the touch screen of his left vambrace computer.

A lively blue hue shone at the kid’s obsidian black visor from his left vambrace computer he held just a few inches before his eyes. In touch with tech, the young lad was seemingly unbothered by the hailstorm of colorful blaster bolts cracking and zipping just above the counter; uncaring of the injured bartender crying and wailing in pain in a fetal position, just a few feet to his left behind the tall counter.

The shouting, cursing, deafening sounds of blaster fire and small, isolated explosions from their particle blaster pistols; all became background noise as he looked at the screen.

Disconnected from reality around him as he peered into the virtual reality from his screen, the kid was busy trying to make the lives of the criminals on the planet slightly more difficult, while making their own easier. As they had lied in wait before going loud in the cantina, he had hatched several ideas in silence, out of boredom, in an attempt to occupy himself with something.

They had passed by a broadcasting station for the local radio while on their way to the cantina.

Streams of data lines poured before his eyes, as his fingers tapped at a brisk pace over the wrist computer’s touchpad. With a quick slice, getting ahold of the encryption key of the digitized broadcasting station was nowhere near difficult for him.

From there, the kid worked with haste as he slaved the remote access controls of the station to his wrist computer, and began turning it into a jammer by using the broadcasting station’s antennas to emit radio waves along the same frequencies that the more common comlink devices used at a high enough power, that the two signals canceled each other out, disrupting and causing frequency interference as a result.

All the while retaining uninterfered communications on their side, as their comlinks operated on a different bandwidth.

Although zoned out from the cantina firefight erupting all around him, and heard somebody familiar calling for his name amidst the chaos, the kid did not pay attention to them; his gaze wavered not from the streams of data before his eyes.

Jos Krayt said:
<"...those thermals useful. Make this place burn brighter than a star.”>

Until he heard of the familiar voice’s request to turn the structure into nothing but a large pile of burning ash and cinder.

Raising his head from the screen swiftly, the kid disconnected from the window he used to peer into virtual reality. The smell of cheap alcohol, tobacco, the acrid, coppery smell of blood, and the metallic smell of ozone, smoking out of blaster barrels of all sorts, mixed into this indescribable scent, wafting in the cantina.

Alongside his sense of smell, the screams of the wounded, the shouting, and the loud blaster fire came rushing back into his ears the moment he looked up from the computer.

Drawing forth one of his particle pistols from its holster, the kid’s muscles tensed up in his crouched stance in preparation to jump over the bar counter, and leaped over it soon after, dodging the blaster bolts whizzing uncomfortably close past him mid air.

He landed on the ground right shoulder first into a combat roll forward a moment after, and stood up into a mad dash towards the door under his Alor’s covering fire.

Having only sprinted a few yards past the doorway of the cantina, the ground underneath his feet trembled from the occuring explosion, at the command of the Krayt Alor; the occuring shockwave, although not debilitating or dizzying thanks to his beskar’gam, he could still feel it pulse against him, as if a large, invisible hand held him in their gentle grasp.

Walking a few steps behind the Kel Dor as they moved to bag and tag a high value target they were interested in, he looked back at their handiwork from over his shoulder; only the sound of crackling flames from the wrecked building reached his ears now, fading into the the ever present cacophony of battle that engulfed them over the starbase as they left the cantina behind them.

Vengeance

Their target building laid across before them, with hostile activity at the front entrance. Crouched behind a wall with the pair of particle pistols raised beside his buyce at a high-ready stance, the kid waited for the beacon of the attack to initiate their assault on the building.

They would not have to wait for long, however, as what they anticipated came in the form of a jetpack missile streaking in the air, intended for the limo.

Jos Krayt said:
<::Keep them busy!::>

<”Taking up an overwatch position!”> The misfit reported over the comlink in response as he sprung into action; Activating the pair of repulsor boots, the young Mandalorian propelled himself upwards after standing up from a crouched position, climbing on the roof of a five storey residential structure that overlooked the Kimuur Building, right across the structure past the road.

Lowering his stance to a low standing position behind just a few steps back from the edge of the roof, he minimized his silhouette to the best of his abilities; having assumed his desired position, the young misfit would attempt to suppress and deny the enemy ease of movement at the best of his abilities from the elevated position.

Jade Solus Skirae · Jun 15, 2022

Objective 1
Allies: The Family |

Mairéad Solus
Enemies: Enclave (

Vren Rook , If i missed another i apologies i dont have their tag)
Gear: In bio with two additions Two D-13 SMG (The ones built for Cynthia Solus) and one Alor's Reach

She chose to take up with Cynthia and the rest of Solus in helping evacuate members of the Family from this cross fire they've found themselves in, she gathered all her gear plus a couple other items and even her beloved Cynthia allowed her to grab her SMG's from her armory, No promises in them coming back intact with them if she has to fight someone.

She departed with the other's and began making her way down, she had a goal and that was to help evacuate the Family safely from this place and if she must..she will deal with the Enclave forces she comes across, Speaking of which she saw one with a mechanical friend with them, She kept moving though till they engage her she wont engage them.

She did let Cynthia and

Stardust Solus Skirae know where she was and that she might ..might be engaging but for now she kept on the move till approached or shot at .

Thonn Rokkal · Jun 16, 2022

Allies:

Siv Dragr
Enemy:

Dylan Marsek and The Family

Spice. Thonn never liked spice, nor those that sold it, nor those that transported it. And he especially hated those who made the kriffing stuff in the first place! It spurred addicts to do terrible things to afford it, and criminal cartels fought fiercely for territory to sell it. The stuff was the cause of needless death, and he hoped his rotary cannon could correct that by dealing out plenty of needed death. Spice makers simply had to be put down.

By the time he'd dropped out of the transport ship and soared down to the city below, the battle was raging. Blaster shots flew across the streets. The place was swarming with his Mandalorian vode and criminal enforcers. Explosions and shouts joined together to form that familiar sound of a chaotic battle, and all around him in direction there was destruction, blaster fire, or both. Being dropped right into the thick of it gave him plenty of targets to pick, and he was itching for the moment when he'd take a position to blast them with a torrent of shots from his fully-loaded cannon.

He didn't have that much patience, though.

Scanning the ground, he chose a perch on the roof of a building on the flanks, and spun the barrels of his MS-01 Cannon up before he'd even had his boots on the rooftop. He opened up with a volley rained down upon at criminals hunkered down on the ground beneath them. Without cover from above, those that survived the barrage scattered from the sudden and unexpected chaos. His jetpack roared to keep himself steady through the brief moment of blaster fire, turning into a low thrust to ease the speed of his descent for landing. Once he was on the roof, he made his way for the other side immediately while return fire flew harmlessly above his head from the streets below.

Once there, he began blasting down upon the new targets his hud scanner could pick up. Thonn loosed further volleys of blaster fire upon the indicated combatants, slaughtering those who were too stubborn or too slow to seek cover and regroup. Soon, most did; and nearly as soon as he'd established his presence on the battlefield every criminal nearby grew aware of it.

And naturally, they all started shooting back.

Return fire forced him to withdraw from his firing position, and he found himself pinned down behind the cover of the roof. Rapid at first, the blaster shots died down but remained consistent until a loud explosion shook the building he was standing on. The criminal's covering fire died down after the blast, and Thonn seized the opportunity to make his descent.

For good measure, he opened fire again and killed a few more on the way down. Since he needed to counter-propel himself with his jetpack to avoid spinning beyond control, it slowed his descent some. And it was still pretty karking awkward adjusting to the weight of the new weapon, which limited him to brief, controlled bursts. But his HUD had already identified them as targets from the encounter atop the roof, so he might as well blast 'em. At least it'd take attention off the advance of

Minerva Fhirdiad and her team on the ground.

Once he'd touched down, he was well behind them. Thonn moved in immediately through the hole cleared, his rotary cannon spun-up and at the ready to blast whatever threat he might encounter within.

Ket Van-Derveld · Jun 16, 2022

The Lyran System
Lyran IV
Starbase Yamarro
1 Kilometer outside of the Kimuur Building

Objective 2: Protect The Donna & Entourage

Allies: Hex, Inc Mercenaries (

Dylan Marsek ,

Jas Katis ); Clan Solus (

Cynthia Solus ,

Stardust Solus Skirae ); The Family (

Ivory Stroud ,

Marcella Fiora ,

Dominik Borra ,

Diocletian Kahmen’’a ,

Samuel Exel ,

Ela Exel ); Family "QRF Team":

Kruhlaish &

Jai'galaar Gred

Enemies: The Enclave (

Alora Vizsla ,

Minerva Fhirdiad ,

Tawnita Wren ,

Siv Dragr )

One hour before Hostilies began, local time...

Ket sat in the pilot's seat of his ship, The Deceased Star, looking over the various readouts in front of him. They had touched down in Starbase Yamarro about 30 minutes ago, here at the behest of the Family, specifically, The Donna herself. It seemed they had important business here on Lyran IV with Hex, Inc. In truth, the Lupine had no real care one way or another about what the Donna may be scheming here, as it was none of his business. He had been around long enough to know that some questions need not be asked; they would be answered in their own time. He did, however, bring a few other members of the syndicate with him, as requested.

Kruhlaish. A silent, single-minded assassin within the employ of the Family. For how long, Ket did not know. He was only privy to rumors where his masked compatriot was concerned. One, however, was whispered in very close circles. Something about being partial of Vong genes. Which would make sense to the Old Wolf, as he could sense nothing of him within the tendrils of the Force. He was a void, a gaping hole. But this was unlike those that hid themselves from it's view; even those have a trace. Kruhlaish had none at all. It was disconcerting, but he was in no position to lodge complaint.

Jay Galore. A mercenary with a talent for controlling wild beasts, and an above-average, capable warrior. He seemed to favor lighter armors, yet there was always a reason for such things. Where his loyalty truly lay, he could not say. Apparently, he was affiliated with Clan Solus, and the Donna had vouched for him, which was more than enough in the Lupine's eyes. So long as his weaponry aimed true, he'd be a welcome addition.

Getting up, he made his way back toward the workshop, where his guests were making a final gear check. Ket grabbed one of a pair of gauntlets from the wall-mounted weapon rack, as small as it was. He didn't exactly need a lot, when it came right down to it. Sliding one over a heavily tattoo'd and scarred arm, he began to fasten the straps, looking over to Jay as he addressed the pair. His voice was deep in tone, yet remained somber and even. "So, I don't know exactly how much you've both been told about our little outing here today..." he said as he pulled down the gauntlet's twin from the rack. "...but the Donna was very specific. We make our way toward the Kimuur Building, and simply fade into the throngs of people. Cafe, Cantina, Diner, doesn't much matter. We keep our comms on, but maintain radio silence unless absolutely necessary."

He finished strapping up his gauntlets, and then pulled down identical twin saber hilts. He slid each into a gauntlet, both clicking as the hilt was secured in it's resting place. He let sapphire hued eyes train over to Kurhlaish as he adjusted the black leather holster that spanned across his back and over each shoulder. He pulled out his slugthrower, the Big Iron, and twisted it to the side, the revolving chamber popping open. Making sure all 4 shots were loaded, he popped it back into place, and slid it back into it's home. He then grabbed his full-length, black leather duster and twisted it around, donning his own familiar 'armor'. His torso remained bare under said coat, whilst faded black leathers clung tightly to his legs, and knee-high black leather boots covered both feet and calves.

"We wait for the Donna's signal. When it comes, you both know what to do, I trust?"

Teresa Pelles | Darth Pellax · Jun 16, 2022

Wrong char

Cynthia Solus · Jun 16, 2022

Armor/items	Weapons
Cynthia's Baskar'gam	Multi Weapon
Cynthia's Ring	Haran tracyn tracy'uur's

Location Starbase Yamarro
Objective: Shopping
Allies: House Solus, The Family
Neutrals:The Enclave
Opposing:

Siv Dragr

As she walked through the stalls it was moments later before panic arose among the people. All it took was to hear the sounds of close by blaster fire and explosive munitions. Was not hard to even spot the drop pods and people using jet packs. "Fething great." She zoomed her HUD in and given the only large group of Vod was in the area was those that belonged to the enclave it was easy to assume things was going to get interesting. "New plan, items are free, come across any member of the family, protect them. I've heard these bunch are extremely trigger happy regardless, if you have to act in self defense, aim to subdue not to kill. They are still mandalorian." She said over the Solus coms.

It took a matter of moments for the stalls she was nearby to completely empty. Still she continued to browse and even spotting some irrigation parts. Moving over to inspect the quality she noticed movement on the motion sensor display. Cynthia stepped back from the stall turning to face the man as he spoke. "I don't doubt that, though we do watch all of you. Keep tabs on the galaxy. Besides, as you can imagine we've been preoccupied we building up homes, strengthening our own and letting the masses recover. It is foolish to keep throwing ones self into battle without rest." The Alor took note of where the mans hands was.

To think one would think about pulling a weapon on one of their own. "Well I can tell you why I am here. Markets like this have lot's of useful stuff that can be repurposed parts that other governments find illegal like weapon modifications. Lets face it the unsavory types are always looking for an edge. Though given that your vod have come dropping in guns blazing without a care, well guess you have saved us credits."

She made no moves for her weapons not yet anyway. It was hard to tell just yet if the man intended to fight, and if that was his intention she was ready to act in self defense. "And you are right, I am not Enclave. I am Alor Cynthia Solus, Clan Solus of House Solus, so you can trust me when I say, we are independent. Without a Mand'alor there is no obligation to the whims of others and the need to keep getting our own kind killed in pointless wars, and without a Mand'alor, you are in no position to tell me or my clan to go packing."

Jai'galaar Gred · Jun 16, 2022

Objective 2: Protect The Donna & Entourage

Jay sat in the small ship, a set of cartridges for his CRP-01 Rims laid out in front of his as he carefully loaded the cylinders. Particle? Big boom. Maybe not he best here but he'd bring a quick load ring of them just in case. Then there was various solid rounds. Slugs. Flechette in both single and scatter shot.... Yeah just no this time. Ion? No. Stun? He'd take a ring. Blaster was the best option he had for today he suspected. So he loaded both pistols, and set up some rings, plus an empty one in case he needed to change out. He honestly would've brought his own ship, but they were so close to Enclave space that the man didn't want to risk bringing the obvious Mandalorian warship anywhere nearby.

He would quickly pull out a cigarra as he finished before noticing the man in charge right now walk in. He eyed Ket a bit, waiting to hear what they'd be doing. So sounded like a protection detail. This would be fun. Jay gave a nod as he holstered his pistols, and started pulling the hood of his cloak over his head.

"Sounds easy enough. Something goes wrong, we jump in." He then pulled up the scarf to cover most of his face. "I'm ready to move when you are."

Ket Van-Derveld

Kruhlaish

Alora Vizsla · Jun 16, 2022

Hey, Gam.

Gam.

Gambit.

You know I can hear you.

Yeah, but you weren't responding.

Several members of the Enclave are converging on a location.

Go on.

I much rather I did not. You, however...

Oh, you. Come on. Where's the LZ?

The Gambit wished the Mandalorian woman would stop placing herself -- and it -- in constant danger. Nevertheless, he pinpointed a landing bay not far from the warehouse that was now in ruins. The one where they'd been trying to conduct legitimate criminal activity. All above board... in a criminal enterprise manner. Not that Gambit minded. Alora always found work somewhere to pay for her hobbies -- which were thankfully more wholesome than her recreational activities with her disruptors.

Alora hopped off the top of a crate, gave her guns a twirl, and holstered them before she set off. Just because the port had tons of criminal types didn't mean everyone had poured out into the street shooting wildly into the air! Some criminals just wanted that low-key exploitation or merely providing a service for actual criminals (and probably taking advantage of them when they got drunk, or helping to cover up a crime). So, aside from her... misunderstanding, there weren't many shooty types around. Good for her! Good for them, but convenient for her.

"Hey, Gam, you picking up much chatter?"

No. The Enclave seems to be focused on their arrival at present.

She gave a little shrug as she ascended the exterior stairs. The ship's silhouette darkening the sky as it swept in over the rooftop. "Just 'splosions? Must have not gotten the 'hey, Alora, wanna join us for an assault on a crime hub?' memo. Take another note! Poke Kran-the-man and find out why I didn't get invited to the festivities. Its not like I would have told anyone, but it's awkward being broadsided like this." She knew

Kranak Vizsla was busy being Big Time and all in the Enclave, their Squad, and the Clan -- plus Shai being absent -- that didn't mean they couldn't hook up and shoot some people.

I suppose you will want to join in on the... festivities? Gambit was favoring the area where some enterprising -- or misled -- souls had enjoyed a few fireworks already. Just the sort of place Alora would enjoy.

With the rope dropped, Alora grabbed hold and hooked her foot on the platform that dangled at its end. "'Course. Oh, and let's not forget to come back for the merch." She'd tagged some goods for retrieval later. It'd be kind of a mess trying to move them out in the open amidst all the chaos.

POYO?

Ket Van-Derveld | Open
POYO!

Vren Rook |

Siv Dragr |

Tawnita Wren |

Minerva Fhirdiad |

Thonn Rokkal

Kruhlaish · Jun 16, 2022

Objective 2: Protect The Donna & Entourage

He brought his whole arsenal with him as he listened to Ket Van-Derveld explain the situation they where here for a simple reason and that was to protect the Donna and the family and get them out of the cross fire that they have found themselves in with the Enclave, he packed for conflict either way his amphistaff coiled around his arm as he made sure everything was all together and all his biotics where working and all his gear was in order until he got the word to move out from the one incharge of this operation.

Jai'galaar Gred

Minerva Fhirdiad · Jun 16, 2022

Location: Planet Lyran IV | Starbase Yamarro
Objective: Secure a gang-owned storage depot
Tag: Open

Once inside Garen's team advanced through the smoke. As soon as they did the squad immediately spotted several armed Twi'lek in bright yellow matching outfits meters away.

"Blast them!" One of the tail-headed aliens exclaimed but Minerva shot first killing him with three bolts into the chest area. Both sides opened up. Blaster bolts whizzed back and forth while the combatants scattered in an attempt to find cover.

Many of the armored warriors took advantage of their jetpacks flying, dodging and blasting toward their enemies. As for Minerva however, she leaped and rolled behind a forklift. Taking a moment, Minerva finally noted Thonn and his heavy weapon behind her meters away. Giving him a quick nod of acknowledgement she focused back on the firefight.

Even as her fellow warriors finished off their initial opponents more enemies were held up in a warehouse firing at the invaders. Vinn took a bolt straight through left leg and fell, grasping it with both hands. Immediately Minerva rushed to his side and pulled him away even as energy shots flew all around.

"Stang my kriffing knee!"

"Shut up and hold on Vinn!" Minerva retorted before using the jetpack to speed away behind several fallen crates. "Thanks vod I owe ya." Vinn grunted before pulling out a gray sphere.

"This is my new fire bomb, the only one I made so far. It should do the job shortly after impact. Now go cook those laosr for me."

"I'm on it. Stay put Vinn."

Upon saying so Minerva ascended and flew toward the makeshift stronghold. Taking evasive maneuvers to avoid getting shot Minerva then at the last second tossed the bomb into an opening and sped away. Moments later all of the windows shattered from collective bursts of flames.

Soon shrieks and tormented cries rang out from there as fire began to consume the warehouse. A few of the burning gangsters jumped or rushed out but only to be cut down by blaster shots. Minerva landed taking in what she just done.

It was them or my squad.

Two more Mandalorian squads advanced inside, having cleared the depot's entrance. Within minutes the whole place was claimed by the Enclave forces. Garen's squad regrouped with Naal the Bothan tended to Vinn's wound while the squad leader said.

"Good job kids but the day is still young."

Turning to Vinn but before Garen could ask, the demolitionist answered. "I'll be fine boss, go on ahead. I'll stay and help defend this position."

Sighing, Garen answered. "Alright Vinn just don't do anything stupid. Let's move out Nexu squad."

The whole team saved for Vinn flew off, hunting for a new objective.

Tawnita Wren · Jun 17, 2022

TAG

Vren Rook & ENCLAVE

She began to make the awkward and embarrassing walk out of the empty building when she caught the familiar and altogether welcomed sight of

Vren Rook .

Urgh

Why did he have to be here now? Why did he have to see yet another triumph escape her?

She wasn't seen as one of the famous Mandalorians within the Enclave, those brave heroes that dared to risk everything and make the impossible possible. She was somewhat adjacent.

Suck it up, kid.

"Well. They must have smelt your stench a mile off. Probably scared them off."

"If you're done, I have your intel. You should spend more time on Tatooine - you learn to play the underworld. That spice lab's this way."

She bowed dramatically, implying how grateful she was for his imparted wisdom.

"I will make it my absolute priority." There wasn't any more sarcasm she could have dripped the delivery in. If she could have found a way, she would have done it.

She followed after him, secretly wishing a wayward starship might stray off course and plough into his smug face. That might bring him down a peg or two.

As she walked within the group, she checked her scanner, hoping it might bring further clarity to the picture they were building of this strange location. They were approaching a junction, a natural spot for an ambush if ever she'd seen one.

"Vren, there's something up ahead. I don't know if..."

A cluster of bolts headed straight towards them all, Tee dropping instinctively. She looked up.

"We've got company!"

Ket Van-Derveld · Jun 18, 2022

The Lyran System
Lyran IV
Starbase Yamarro
20 Meters from the Kimuur Building

Objective 2: Protect The Donna & Entourage

Allies: Hex, Inc Mercenaries (

Dylan Marsek ,

Jas Katis ); Clan Solus (

Cynthia Solus ,

Stardust Solus Skirae ); The Family (

Ivory Stroud ,

Marcella Fiora ,

Dominik Borra ,

Diocletian Kahmen’’a ,

Samuel Exel ,

Ela Exel ); Family "QRF Team":

Kruhlaish &

Jai'galaar Gred

Enemies: The Enclave (

Alora Vizsla ,

Jos Krayt ,

Kayl Krayt , Anyone Else Nearby )

Jai'galaar Gred said:
"Sounds easy enough. Something goes wrong, we jump in." He then pulled up the scarf to cover most of his face. "I'm ready to move when you are."

He nodded curtly. "Exactly." he said, and looked to Kurhlaish. He nodded upward and to the side a bit, as if to signal it was time. As the trio made their way out of the ship, it's ramp-way lifted and retracted, sealing the ship shut. Time to get moving.

5 Minutes until Hostilities break out, Local Time.

The Lupine walked through the crowds with relative ease, his mind pressed upon the pulse of the living Force. He kept himself open to anything and everything, maintaining a constant vigil. He paused, and leaned backward into the wall of a building within sight of his objective. The Kimuur Building. A tall goliath of glasteel and permacrete. It was that his own target was now pulling up, as the Old Wolf would recognize that limo anywhere. As Family foot-soldiers and made men & women filed out, he reached within his leather coat, pulling from an inner pocket a silver cigarra case. He took from it an ivory cigarra, and with no visible lighter, it seemingly ignited, the tip now glowing a warm orange hue as he took a drag. replacing the case, he watched as the Donna herself now made her way into the building, surrounded by the Family present. He exhaled, light wisps of smoke going wherever the wind took them.

After another minute or two, however...

All Hell Broke Loose

It started with a massive explosion or five, and his gaze turned as he took it all in. Calculated, premeditated attacks. Strategic, tactical assaults. The cantina near where he'd took up post became seemingly engulfed in flames almost instantly, and he frowned. The cantina meant nothing, and within less than a second, his eyes darted back to the Kimuur Building, and he took note as what looked like a helmeted shock trooper with a jetpack shot out a window and zoomed right in. "Mandolorians..." he muttered to himself. "I fething hate Mandolorians."

Reaching out within the tendrils of the Force, the Lupine made it sing and dance to his otherworldly tune. Musculature tensed, time began to slow just so, and his sight and hearing amplified as he channeled his natural instinct. Granted, it was nowhere near as powerful as when he was in Canus form, but with the Force, it would do. Amidst the explosions, as the Mandolorian War Machine rolled through Starbase Yammaro, Ket would let himself get lost within the panicked crowds, as they stampeded in every direction imaginable. A person was smart, but people were dumb, panicky, and stupid. This had been the case throughout history, time and time again. It was easy for one attuned to the subtle strings of life to seemingly disappear. And so he did, making his way toward the Kimuur Building proper.

As far as he was concerned, these so-called 'vanquishers of evil' would be taught a very valuable lesson soon enough;

Do Not Screw With Family Business.

Diocletian Kahmen’’a · Jun 18, 2022

Location: The Lyran System, Lyran IV Starbase Yamarro. 20 Meters from the Kimuur Building
Objective 2: Protect The Donna & Entourage
Equipment: Scimitar Railgun Carbine Rifle Thermal Detonators
Allies:

Ket Van-Derveld

Dylan Marsek |

Jas Katis |

Cynthia Solus |

Stardust Solus Skirae |

Dominik Borra |