Location: Coruscant Space
Allies: [member="Kix Tal'Verda"] [member="Sylvanan Tal'verda"] [member="Titan"] [member="Anastasia Rade"] [member="Nolan Detta"]
Enemies: [member="Cordelia deWinter"] [member="Darth Layil"]
Objective: Currently to make it through the defensive lines alive.
One of his vode, a warrior going under the alias of Tero Lorde, entered the lounge. His backstory was that he was Jak Lorde's cousin and personal butler who had the gull and nerve to question one of the few things the old man enjoyed in life. If this was back in keldabe Strider would of smiled and probably give the young pup a good cuff up the side of the head. But here, he had to play it in character, keep a low profile, so he sucked back the urge of wanting to smack the boy one. "What are you, my doctor?" He would growl, indicating that the pup had just avoided a smack.
His pretend distant cousin would then mouth on but to more mission specific in a way. His focus was upon the planet that was in view from the viewport. Some people saw the planet as beautiful, a Mega Metropolis encasing he planet itself with layers and layers of.....people. No, Strider did not find the planet beautiful at all. He had been to triple zero many of times but never for luxuary and always for business. He hated the rat race, the crassness of the entire planet. Give him Keldabe any day and to be more specific give him the wilderness. He liked hunting, camping and getting in touch with his inner prime-ape. But here and now, Jak Lorde had to be enthralled with the planet. Why else would he spend 150 credits a night for himself and family to travel on a old Luxuary Liner to visit what Strider would consider to be hell.
"Yes, the she sure is beautiful" He tried his best to make it sound sincere. "The people are hardy, they have gone through many regime changes and yet they continue on with life, marching on. One has to respect that" It was true, Coruscant was infamously being fought over with every faction, government and warlord out there thinking that if they hold this planet, they can hold the galaxy. On that note, this planet has been the center of many galactic enforce decisions that had burned freedom to its core. And yet here the Mandalorian Warrior was, truly risking his life and those with him to infiltrate the planet on a intel gathering mission on the pre set of full out war with the One Sith. That was it, the very thought of sith drove most mandalorians to violence and if one thing that could be predictable about the mando'ade, they would hunt sith down where ever they popped up, as their hate for them was vast. It was the new crusade though nobody had labelled it as such.
Strider/Jak would glance from the viewport and out over the rest of the lounge, quickly noticing his future son-in law at the bar. It was a quick glance and then he continued on. This mission held a lot of risk for him, wasn't just vode at risk it was family as well for one of his real daughters would be husbands were aboard as full on volunteer for this death trap of a mission. Problem was, even though the boy was a volunteer, if he didn't make it home he was pretty sure his daughter would never forgive her father for it. In honest, Strider would not forgive himself if he lost any of them but that was the price of war. It was cruel, unforgiving and treacherous. But the Mandos have been at such a craft so long that they were masters of it to the point it was their lifestyle and culture.
And then there was Kayla Lorde or her real identity Anastasia Rade. She was a woman of pure beauty, long blonde hair and curves in the right place. She looked so innocent that it was unbelievable that she was hanging with a bunch of Mandalorians, let alone the past she has had as a slave. Now this was the true test for the Old Man, for this girl was playing his youngest Daughter so he couldn't ravage her with his eyes nor could he make his infamous sexual slights or advances that he would usually pounce upon such a creature of beauty. No, the Hound of Keldabe will actually have to play the protective father instead of the Perverted old man that only just wanted to take the woman in to one of the private rooms and give her a good going. There was a pill for that as well.
He reached out with his muscular right arm and gently gripped the girl by her right shoulder, pulling her into him with a fatherly embrace. He would slightly lean his over and give the girl a loving peck on the top of her blonde head. "We are here sweetheart. It is just going to take us time to get through the security process" He ensured his fake daughter.
His worry was that his mandalorians actually brought weapons even though he explicity made it very clear they were to go unarmed. It was hell to get them out of their armor back on Keldabe, it was like pulling claws from a wookie to get them to agree not to bring any weapons or any form of ordinance or blades and the list goes on. The Mando'ade loved being door kickers, but this cloak and dagger stuff was not exactly their true love in the arts of war. So, Strider/Jak would have to make it very clear once more, just to clear his own conscience. "I hope you guys did not stuff your bags with toys." His eyes would scan to the lot of them looking for deception, toys being the code word for weapons "I told you all we would going shopping one we were planet side". This was their last chance to dump any weapons they had on them, hopefully they would be tactful enough to conceal such actions if they needed to.
Strider would let his fake daughter go from his embrace and would march over to the mountain of a man who was disguised as his merchant aide who Jak brought along on his vacation. Such a man would be practically family and truly there was no such thing as a vacation for a foreman of a industrial factory from Dubrillion. Once at the table he would give the oversized man a clap on the shoulder before taking up roost on the bar stool next to him. "Joss! Please tell me you didn't over pack. I plan on spoiling you guys once we get to planet side" He gave pretty much the same warning to Titan, loud enough so that Nolan would hear as well. This security check they were about to go through will be thorough and Strider did not want any hiccups in the process.
