Gilamar Skirata
The most important step is always the next one
Gromas
It was a system far to the edge of Madnalorian space. Much to out of the way for Mandalorian patrols and not important enough to have a full Red Legion presence with their forces cut by nearly three quarters after the Death Watch seized old Mandalorian territory. Thus, ATC, while powerful enough to field its own small defense force, he figured that Danger would rather hire locally than outsource her own security to places so far away from more important operations. Besides, why else would she have asked him to meet with her Mandalorian rep?
The shuttle dropped right over the Blood Moon, Gromas 16. From the cockpit he could make out ATC's mining operations headquarters. The shuttle flew to the surface of the moon, two blast doors opening below the ship to offer a space in the ATC hangar. The shuttle landed with a hiss as the landing gear scrapped against the durasteel hangar floor.
The old man was clad in his beskar'gam, left relatively unchanged for a decade despite all of the advances in Mandalorian armor over that time. With a snap he disengaged the locks on his helmet and removed it, placing it onto his belt. A protocol droid met him at the foot of the ramp and instructed him to wait for the ATC rep.
[member="Taneith Vizsla"]
It was a system far to the edge of Madnalorian space. Much to out of the way for Mandalorian patrols and not important enough to have a full Red Legion presence with their forces cut by nearly three quarters after the Death Watch seized old Mandalorian territory. Thus, ATC, while powerful enough to field its own small defense force, he figured that Danger would rather hire locally than outsource her own security to places so far away from more important operations. Besides, why else would she have asked him to meet with her Mandalorian rep?
The shuttle dropped right over the Blood Moon, Gromas 16. From the cockpit he could make out ATC's mining operations headquarters. The shuttle flew to the surface of the moon, two blast doors opening below the ship to offer a space in the ATC hangar. The shuttle landed with a hiss as the landing gear scrapped against the durasteel hangar floor.
The old man was clad in his beskar'gam, left relatively unchanged for a decade despite all of the advances in Mandalorian armor over that time. With a snap he disengaged the locks on his helmet and removed it, placing it onto his belt. A protocol droid met him at the foot of the ramp and instructed him to wait for the ATC rep.
[member="Taneith Vizsla"]