Take the Krayt Dragon by the Horns (Mandalorians/Kali)

[The Spark]

OOC Note - Gil is aware of this thread. I believe a few Mandalorians have been made aware. The objective is to steal a crate of Stygium from a freighter, or the freighter itself. Escort (Light) both onboard and around the freighter. There will be an OOC for this thread.


Deep within the cargo hold of the bulk freighter, one of the containers began emanating a soft beep. This beep was relatively low and didn't garner much attention, but what was inside the container soon would. The freighter itself had made several stops and picked up different cargo containers as well as made it's normal drop-offs and one of the containers was only recently added to the list. This was the same container that appeared to be malfunctioning. Within the container, something stirred and a set of blue optical lenses appeared to glow in the darkness and then vanished. The sound of the beeping continued only for another moment before the hissing of leaking atmosphere filled the air of the cargo hold. Any patrols within the area would become alerted briefly and head in the direction of the noise, but by the time they arrived they would arrive to find nothing but a container that show a malfunction on the control unit. If opened, they would see the contents appeared to be undisturbed and nothing out of place.


The living thing within, have moved on.


Like a Corellian sand panther, she crawled atop the massive crates towards the first target, moving through the shadows like an ominous figure. Occasionally she was exposed by a light and then she vanished into the dark once more. The Mandalorian patrolling below stopped and looked behind him and then up at the hanging light, and then at the crate infront of him. "Must have been my imagination..." And when he turned, that is when he saw the eyes of the blue creature attack. The quickness she displayed was beyond anything this young Mandalorian had ever seen, she applied a technique from the art of Broken Gate, her right palm thrusting up into his plated underside, buckling him in and locking the shoulder tight and then with a twist she used the momentum to flip him over on his back with a thud. As he tried to move and come to, a hard boot came down in a solid stomp to his chin causing the barrel receptors within his jaw to violently rattle and caused pressure to be applied. When it was done, the land of dreams had taken the young Mandalorian and his body was soon concealed in the shadows. Within moments of disposing of the sleeping Mandalorian, she moved onto her next target.


Again, on the tops of the containers, crawling along, stalking her prey. There was one more Mandalorian to be taken care of before she would move further into the ship.


Some would ask, why was she here? The answer was simple --- Stygium. She had been contracted by a supposed mysterious figure to steal a container and after a few days of research and manifest hunting, she discovered this to be the lightest guarded stash coming from Aeten II, or atleast it seemed. She could never be so sure with Mandalorians, they were interesting people. A very proud race, down the line of her life she had made a few friends and alot of enemies, only one enemy had been Mandalorian and she settled that score years ago. Oh those were the fun days....


Speaking of fun days, she wondered how Ashin was doing...~Mission, Kara, mission~. She shook her head and continued to stalk the upper containers, the H.U.D displaying the radar signature on her eyepiece, the Mandalorian was close but she still had no visual. How interesting....

 

[Aedan Miles]

Aedan Miles sat on the bridge of the Dog of War the Haran'uliik-class light frigate he used while doing escort missions and other things as a member of Hyperion Security. Leaning back he stretched as he looked towards the sensors officer and calmly stated. "Are the sensors reading anything yet?" When the man shock his head Aedan sighed and leaned back crossing his arms tiredly as he stretched and then stood up. "Well then sense this seems to be another run of the mill escort run. Lets get the cards and that table set up." Various members of the bridge crew grinned as they got the table and cards and someone broke out a case of ale. Thats right Aedan and his men were about to play poker and some of them drink while they waited for something to do. Smirking Aedan chuckled and sat down leaning forward as the cards were dealt out. While he waited for the rest of them to decide they were ready he sent a quick message to the frieghter. "This is Miles and the Dog of War checking in everything quiet over there?" [member="Azrael"] [member="Kara Aulter"]

 

[Azrael]

He had missed a lot in his time abroad the stars in wild space. Having shortly made his way back planet-side, Azrael got re-introduced to Mandal Motors current state of affairs. Among other projects, and need for overseeing the day to day, his position had put him into the logistics of their supply runs to and from Manda'yaim proper. A veritable life-line of product that they were transporting from other worlds to their base of operations in order to produce the kind of quality that the corporation had been known for all these centuries. The large freighter shipments were routine and came in droves during a Standard Galactic Month. Everything from the raw mined materials from their moon, to the more exotic and rare gems that they had harvested from planets like Aeten II.

Currently the Field Marshal stood on the bridge going over the read-outs from today's logs. It was a tedious business to read through the data, but he was ensuring that all the contents of the shipments were properly accounted for and documented. A Sith incursion on a freighter might delay or halt production, but a clerical error in the storage department could make an entire fleet of ships vanish overnight. Neither was a good thing, but one was far more egregious. Bionic digits held the datapad at a read-able height while he swiped through the list, cataloging the shipment cargo manifest and making sure each item was accounted for. Azrael personally did this, not because he couldn't delegate, but he preferred to be personally involved if he was to be held personally responsible. Though when the commlink blinked to life and a voice echoed on the other end, he was glad to have a break.

"Oya Vod. This is Field Marshal Azrael. It's looking like blue-milk this side of things. Glad to have the escort." Azrael replied with a warm greeting to a Former General of the Red Legion; The Mandalorian's own proxy infantry and naval fleet. Placing the datapad down, the Mandalorian approached one of his initiates that were manning the cargo hold frequencies. "Sound the hourly check-in, it won't be long before we reach Mando space." He admonished the younger vod as he ran through the system's comm, and let each vod know to sound off. A series of all clear came from each one of the patrols in sequence as he suspected until there was a missing unit that became unresponsive.

:: Initiate Vhora respond.:: Azrael chimed in over the comms himself. No answer. :: Initiate Vhora...:: Again nothing. Azrael's brow furrowed as he had the security feed pulled to his personal data-pad and back-tracked a few minutes looking for the patrol run. Whatever happened was fast, and dark. The cargo hold didn't need much light as the Mandalorian's armor provided that internally. However, the security feeds themselves were on night vision and allowed some insight into the missing communication. There was a few crates blocking the feeds from seeing everything, but Vhora had walked in front of them and never resurfaced. "Alert the security team, I'm heading down." He said to the initiate who went straight into alerting the team that was on board. It wasn't massive, or daunting, and they never expected issues, but they were prepared.

"Aedan, looks like all is not quiet after all. We may have a breach. I'm going down with a team to investigate. Keep a channel open." Azrael said, alerting Aedan to the fact that something was not quite right with this transport after all. Once informed the buy'ce was slipped over his head and clicked into place. He'd keep radio communication through his helmet's internal functions from that point on. Leaving a Rally Master on deck in charge, he grabbed his gear and linked it to his armor before heading towards the lift that would put him behind the security forces by about the space of five minutes tops.

[member="Kara Aulter"] [member="Aedan Miles"]

 

[The Spark]

~Company...~ The sensor nodes on her scanners began sending messages scrolling across her right eyepiece. ~Well now, seems I haven't gone unnoticed, pity. There goes a record.~ She leaned back and stopped where she was, quickly bringing up the console on her eyepiece by moving her eye to the right. As she did, her hand as manipulating controls on her gauntlet. She bypassed the firewalls into the security system of the cameras relatively easy, a little too easy she had noted.


~Good, they didn't get anything...~ She backed out of the console view of the cameras and began manipulating the security override of the system itself, quickly severing the connection between the cameras and the deck of the freighter itself. Within a matter of moments, each holocam began to shut off, an error message displaying on Mando'a on the deck to the communications and security officers respectively.


Her other hand slapped the console closed on her gauntlet before moving back to hunting her prey ontop of the containers before shouting got her attention, and of course it was in Mando'a. She rolled her eyes and pressed the translator on the communications device over her right ear, and within seconds the Mando'a was being translated across the vision of her right eye. ~Well, that doesn't seem fair...~

The moment they would discover the unconscious man, the moment they would begin locking down the ship and make it harder for her to get what she needed done...then again this wasn't some rag-tag group of men she had picked a fight with. These were born and bred warriors and she had taken one out.

But she needed the stygium, her damned cloaking interface was broken thanks to a lucky slug in the back right at the interface point. Fortunately she had the technicians at Golan Arms and Merr-Sonn fix the weak point and the flaw in the initial design, unfortunately she did not have any stygium to supplement the lost crystal. This job came to her by happenstance....and she still hadn't been able to figure out who the employer was.

She quietly jumped to another set of containers, over a group of Mandalorians searching the top of containers where she just was positioned and continued to press forward towards the bow of the cargo hold.

@Azrael@Aedan Miles

 

[Aedan Miles]

Aedan froze as he heard the report and gestured once. The members of his crew were the Clan Akaata men each of them knew what to do when he was like this. Running back to their positions the card table was forgotten as Aedan started to pace lightly as he thought pointing at the sensors officer. "I want you to boast our sensors as much as you can tell me the MINUTE a ship enters our area." Turning to the man in charge of the communications officer. "The minute I get a report that a ship is in I want them to be hailed and told to give their reason for being here or be fired upon. After three warnings I want a warning shot fired across their bow as close to the bridge as you can get it." He smirked as he sat in the command chair bridging his fingers as he muttered to himself. "Let the game begin." [member="Kara Aulter"] [member="Azrael"]

 

[Azrael]

While the freighter's own communications array wasn't something to boast about, and easily taken offline by a clever intruder, the transmission of the buy'ce was a heavily encrypted channel that could be modified and routed in dozens of ways to allow communication to continue through the vode. That was the warning shot though, Azrael recognized a breach when he saw the signs. Reports already flooded in over the private channel alerting him to being blind on the bridge as to what was happening in the cargo hold. The security team and himself were the only eyes and ears now, which meant whatever was down there was intelligent enough to disable their advantage. Prepping himself before he entered the hold proper, he allowed the security team to work on flushing out the intruder, before he'd make an entrance.

:: Seal the hold, deactivate the panels, and lower the atmosphere pressure by ten percent. :: Azrael ordered the bridge in the silence of his private channel before he made his way into the last door before it clicked and locked behind him. Whoever or whatever was in the cargo hold, he intended to keep in there. The doors would stop them from getting through unless they were going to use plasma torches to manually make an exit. That would take time, and warrant their attention. In addition the atmosphere on the hold was pressurized and featured a breathable temperate climate. By reducing it's pressure, exposed sentients would feel the affects of a higher altitude climb - and if they were not prepared, over time it would weaken their faculties. The vode were protected by their armor, and would be able to capitalize on that weakness.

The security team went into two groups. The first took the ground approach in a team of three, using their militant training to watch each other's backs while keeping a steady eye and a ready finger for their weapons that were hot and primed. The second were split between the two catwalks on either side, using height as an advantage to find the breach and get this lock down under control. Meanwhile Vhora had been placed into the lift moments before the lock down occurred and shipped to the small medical facility on board with a single vod tending to his needs. With exits sealed and the cargo hold creaking with metallic groans and the sound of armored feet clipping across durasteel and metal grating, the scene set an eerie mood for this hunt.

Resting on a single platform, Azrael waited in silence while he observed the area with a careful scrutiny. Whoever had gotten onto their freighter had been here for sometime, and most likely had to have come in with the loading process. The most logical guess as to what they were here for was theft. He doubted anything further would be plausible enough of a reason to stow away. The problem was, once they were in, getting out was going to be tricky. Especially because their escort was on alert and looking for any kind of get-away vessel that might be here for their new friend.

[member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Kara Aulter"]

 

[The Spark]

*Atmospheric Pressure dropping below nominal levels.* A voice chirped in her ear and the flow of oxygen increased to her breathing mask, she raised a blonde eyebrow and watched as the duo of Mandalorians passed above her on the cat-walk. She waited calmly until they passed and the one turned just at the right moment, from there she grabbed ahold of the metal railing of the catwalk and leaped up and over the railing. Just as she landed infront of the Mandalorian he turned and his rifle came up faster than she anticipated...but she was faster. In one fluid motion she brought her left hand up, the rifle smashing against the beskar'gam gauntlet while her right fist came up into his chest. It was beskar against beskar, but she didn't stop...her fingers extended as she grabbed the metal plating with her right hand. The computer in the suit adjusting the muscle augmentation in her arms allowing her to lift the man up and over the rail, sending him toppling to the ground below.

By this point, the 2nd Mandalorian was on her and backhanded her swiftly across the face with an armored gloved causing her to reel a bit. She stumbled slightly, her vision seeing stars from such a hard blow. She shook it off and by the time she did, he was charging. She gladly accepted the larger man and more heavily armored individual with both arms, her suit adjusting to the weight influx as she gripped tightly against him. She brought an armored elbow down against the base of his neck, not once but twice, the sound of metal against metal clashing echoed through the cargo hold. She could feel an ungodly squeeze against her own armor despite the muscle augmentation causing her to bite down on her lip behind the mask, the sound of a slight crack echoing in her each and reverberating through her body.

*Multiple contacts incoming* The computer chirped in her ear as she saw the dots on the radar approaching their position and they were approaching fast. She kept bringing her elbow down, blow after blow, but the man wouldn't let go. Finally, she brought her palm down against the exposed area of the armor and activated the shockers embedded into the fingers and palms of the suit. 6.8 Million volts of electricity surged through the tips and into the Mandalorian causing him to violently shake for approximately three seconds before dropping to the ground in a heap.

She took a painfully deep breath and limped away from the briefly knocked down man, jumping back over the railing and into the shadows. The suit began adjusting muscle tissue around the fractured bone in her ribcage, uncontrollable tears welled up in her eyes as the armor began assessing bodily functions. *Fracture to the lower right ribcage, recommend immediate medical treatment*

~No poodoo~ She muttered to herself, this was going to be alot harder than she had expected.

[member="Azrael"]
[member="Aedan Miles"]

 

[Aedan Miles]

Aedan leans back in the command chair as he stretches letting out an almost absent yawn as he checks the time on a chrono. Turning to the communications officer he raised an eyebrow. "Well any word from the Field Marshal yet?" The officer shock his head lightly as he tried to contact the freighter. "No Rally Master it appears that we are unable to contact the freighter at all it seems as if they are personally being jammed." Aedan leaned forward as he narrowed his eyes looking out the front of the view screen he finally muttered. "I want you to launch both of the Tegaanalir patrol ships and have Cabur fighters on standby. I don't like the way this feels."
[member="Kali Aulter"] [member="Azrael"]

 

[Azrael]

The differences between fighting a security team, and fighting a Mandalorian security team differed in several pointed ways. One of the most was that you were fighting brothers and sisters. They were a family, and family took care of their own. By now the vode were aware that the single combatant was employing the use of stealth tactics and a shock-and-awe approach to combat. The shock part being quite literal as one of the vode took the business end of a high charge to his suit and passed out. They were not being silent though, the vode were using making use of constant communication beneath their helmets and working towards pinning this intruder down. It had however gone from capture and flush out, to kill as soon as her attacks began to be more violent. Azrael was giving further instructions as he watched from afar, studying her movements.

The two from the otherside of the cargo bay lit their jetpacks up and were cruising right over to their vode while Kali was busy ramming her elbow into the face of their vod. Just before the electric shock blaster fire started to erupt on her location, peppering upon her, and covering from each side. The three ground patrol units were moving into position below, locking onto her position from above and waiting for the woman to drop. It was the expected and only escape from the blaster bolts overhead. She now had the offense and strategic prowess of the Mando'ade to contend with. Azrael for one was interested in what exactly she would do in this perdicimant. For all she was doing, being able to stand up to Mandalorians was something of an impressive nature to the Field Marshal. He'd fight her, but he also could respect her abilities at the same.

Meanwhile on the bridge, the crew was working to try and restore communications, but they were failing to get around the blockade that Kali had put into place. Switching from the default controls, they began to utilize a more archaic but still effective method of response not to Azrael, but to the Dog of War maneuvering outside the freighter making sure the space stayed clear of any other vessel that might attempt a coup. Employing Dadita, the Mandalorian version of morse code, the signal was sent over to send a single message.

:: Communications jammed STOP Single combatant in cargo hold STOP Alert Manda'yaim of freighter compromise STOP ::

[member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Kali Aulter"]

 

[The Spark]

Kara wheezed a bit as she felt the muscle tension increase on her right side, the oxygen again increasing through her breathing mask as she rushed across the top of the cargo containers. The signatures of the three on the ground below were well in pursuit of her as well as the two behind her on the catwalk. ~Why did I do that...damn newbie mistake..~ She couldn't get captured, Mandalorians weren't known for their hospitality.

It wasn't like she had killed any of them, she just put them into a nice sleep. Gods of the Five Brothers, her side was killing her. Despite the artificial muscle augmentation to her side, she felt the pain. Her footsteps were barely audible at this point as she continued to rush across the tops of the containers, her hands fiddling with something inside of her belt. She quickly produced two small cylindrical metallic objects within her right hand and in one smooth motion, she turned and threw one of the cylinders side-armed up and onto a catwalk railing. The metallic object attached to the railing while waiting for it's prey to approach. She spun back around and looked down at the bottom and chucked the cylinder down infront of the path of the three troopers, knowing possibly they might stop but most likely their attention would be on her.

Either way, if they were anywhere in the blast radius of the V-6 Haywire Grenades, they would get a shocking good time and lose all sense of direction and electronics for a short time. Enough time for her to conceal herself, but there was one very large problem blocking her end goal....[member="Azrael"]

 

[Aedan Miles]

Aedan listened to the message and turned to his communications officer giving a nod as he muttered calmly. "Connect me to Manda'yaim." Aedan waited his eyes scanning his own sensors screen as he half wished he had brought the Foxfire or Bloodhound instead of just the Dog of War. He looked up as he was informed they had a connection standing the young Rally Master saluted lightly. "This is Rally Master Aedan Miles of Clan Akaata on the Dog of War running escort on the Buistad-class corvette on freight trip form Aeten II. We have reports of one I repeat one stowaway on board ship is compromised this message is from Field Marshal Azrael." Aedan waited calmly as the man seemed to digest this report. Finally the man nodded and looked at Aedan. "Understood Rally Master we request the buistad be docked outside of Manda'yaim we will send a response team and have fighters on standby just in case. Proceed to keep your eyes open just in case the enemy has a ship in the sector." Aedan sighed and nodded his head as he looked towards the freighter and sent the message to them calmly. ::You are not to dock at Manda'yaim STOP Response team will be standing by at new location STOP do not let the hostile take control:: [member="Azrael"] @Kila Aulter

 

[Azrael]

The reports from the bridge were still out, they were unable to get any information from the holo-cameras in that one cargo hold. The doors were sealed, and the exits were blocked off, so they waited while they received the dadita transmission from Aedan about the situation with the docking procedure. Mandalorians did not take too kindly to intruders, and often stopped their criminal livelihood as soon as they were able to pin them down. For centuries now the mercenary like precision of these trained warriors were renown throughout the galaxy. They always got their target. At least that was the legend all the way back to the time of the Fett legacy. One of the Rally Masters aboard the bridge was linked into the party channel that Azrael and the security team were making use of, to keep them apprised on the situation in the hold. A few new orders were issued his way and he went through making sure they were prepped and ready.

Within the cargo hold proper things were getting heated. Already the intruder had taken out two of the security team and one of the patrolmen. The five on her tail were not about to let her do the same to them, or escape with her life. Azrael however had other plans when she started to play hardball. A whine from his perch was barely heard over the blaster fire that was coming in quick bursts from the two flying vode, pushing and directing the intruder toward's Azrael's position. The BOAR.D let out a two shot blast that was aimed precisely for the grenade that Kali tossed behind her at the ground formation. The 5mm shot ripped apart the device before it hit the ground, destroying it's charge and it's casing immediately. The shrapnel glancing off armored team as they kept in hot pursuit. However, almost on instant the entire team stopped their movements, and the flying Mandalorians landed alongside their vode. With only a fifth of the cargo hold between them and Azrael, Kali was blocked in.

From above a figure dropped to the ground with a hard thud, clad in dark black armor with maroon edges. A few visible weapons strapped to his form. In one hand was a Mark II Ripper pointed straight at the incoming target. The rest of his team was behind with their rifles primed and held at the ready. A warning shot to stop the forward movement was given a few feet from her, the slug exploding on the deck and leaving a few scorch marks as the dispersion of the slug raked across the durasteel flooring.

"Stand down, and concede. You will not get another chance." Azrael said, his voice booming from amplification of the helmet. The Field Marshal stood sideways, his profile a leaner target than if he were to stand straight on. The barrel of his gun fixed and pointed straight at the target. He had no love for stowaways, and had no problem ending the threat with another shot if the orders were not followed. And he'd sleep well that night too.

[member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Kali Aulter"]

 

[The Spark]

Kali grunted as she tucked, dodged to the left despite the following shot and her hands came up and behind her as she did, grabbing the M.A.W.S in a fluid motion. The sound of the rifle clicking and loading the first round into the chamber echoed through the cargo hold, a single laser pierced the darkness and was directly centered upon the forehead of [member="Azrael"]. His Beskar'gam might stop it but it'll be damn sure to knock him down, especially at this range.

Her finger stayed close to the trigger as she listened to his words, the analysis readout on the computer throwing out varying results. Each result coming in at 15% of lower of surviving the encounter. ~Well...time for plan B....~ Her voice was concealed, hidden behind a flange and a soft echo. She spoke sternly, showing no signs of bluffing. "Well, I could do that or I'd be content with blowing all of us into the vacuum of space..."

If there was ever a time she could have used Ashin...it would have been now. Hell any kind of help would be useful. She shuddered in thought of how the Mandalorians would treat her, especially the ones she mangled. Yeah, she was in for one helluva a beating if she didn't figure this one out.

[member="Azrael"]
[member="Aedan Miles"]

 

[Aedan Miles]

Aedan watched calmly before the young man audibly sighed shaking his head as he leaned back in the captains chair. Here he was without anything to do as he waited for SOMETHING to happen. Odds were high that somewhere nearby was a ship to assist the fool who had stowed away on the corvette but for now he waited and watched. [member="Kali Aulter"] [member="Azrael"]

 

[Azrael]

The crimson bead of light dancing on his helmet didn't seem to concern the Mandalorian as he stared down the woman beneath his visor and with the Ripper. All five vode behind her did the same, with their weapons trained on her and the large slug-thrower she was toting. Silence echoed back from her threat to take them into space with her. She obviously knew her chances of trying to fight were done, and that was a last ditch call to try and unnerve them from perusing further. There was however very little chance that any of this was going to end well for her. After a few moment's consideration, Azrael decided to engage the hostile and spin her story a bit, see if he might probe into the logic and end this without having to kill her. Information was vital, she somehow stowed away onboard their freighter undetected - and she came looking for something. How she got in, and what she was looking for was as of yet undetermined. This was only one of four cargo holds in the freighter, littered with materials and resources. It was anyone's guess as to what she was here for. And then on top of that, was she working alone, or did she have a benefactor that was hiring her skillset. Either way, he wasn't going to find out by killing her.

"You trekked all this way to stow aboard, assault three Mandalorians all to end it with a quick dip in the black? Hardly seems worthwhile." Azrael started, his voice not as booming as before, as he was now entering into a discussion. While speaking though, and hidden from view, one digits of his left hand activated something on his belt. It went unseen, and the speech was distracting enough as it was. "As of yet though, you haven't killed anyone, and I'm leaning towards giving you the same courtesy. So you have a choice, lower your weapon and live or take your chances." He paused for effect and then continued. "I will warn you though, you've made three mistakes already that you won't come back from." He wasn't going to explain all three just yet, but he was curious to see what she'd do with that gun, and with his offer. He offered her an out, a way to live.

There was a certain plan to the Field Marshal's tactics, and while he wasn't against putting her down if it came to it, getting the information and finding out more about this breach was higher on his list. She wasn't a threat right now, as far as he had figured out, even with that trained weapon aimed at his forehead. The five Mandalorians behind her were set to open fire at the slightest provocation or at Azrael's behest. He at the moment was the only thing keeping her alive, as he had control of the room.

[member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Kali Aulter"]

 

[The Spark]

*Survival percentages decreasing.* Her gaze shifted from him to the sensors behind her and the camera emplacement on the rear of her mask. *Survival Chance, Zero Percent* Her heart began racing as she looked to the man again and she shifted slightly to take a side-glance at the five Mandalorians behind her, rotating on her heels before she shifted her aim back to him. *Heart rate accelerating, adrenaline substance detected in bloodstream.*

Her face remained concealed behind the mask, even the smirk she held for a moment as it hit her mind. "You Mandalorians are honest people...." She kept her weapon aimed directly at his visor. "Me and you, unarmed combat..." She shifted again, the sound of her breathing concealed until she spoke. "I win, you let me out of here with what I want..." She held her breath, her heartbeat thumping hard in her ears. "And if you win...."

[member="Azrael"]
[member="Aedan Miles"]

 

[Azrael]

He could hear the laughter of his vode through the commlink. The idea was rather silly to most of them, although the honor of unarmed combat with the Mandalorian culture was high, the prospect of challenging now that she had literally no options left was that part they found humorous. She was scrambling, and judging from what he'd already witnessed of her fighting, he knew she was rather skilled. The choice to engage with her though was entirely dependent on what she wanted. Information was power. The Ripper didn't move, it stayed steady aimed at her clavicle while he watched her move to gauge her surroundings. He'd watched a similar thing happen on Dathomir. The situation had been different, but his Ori'vod Ordo had taken on one of the natives even without his armor and put him down in mere seconds. This situation though was far different.

"An interesting thought, but that is entirely dependent on what you came here for in the first place." For all they knew, she could of come here to commandeer the entire freighter and take it and all it's passengers and goods to some far unknown planet. Risking a scuffle over that would be madness, and if she didn't beat him, Mand'alor himself would pound him into the ground for agreeing to such terms. No, this was going to be a very calculated decision. At least with this information he could understand a bit more what had her risking her hide. It had to be quite important -- or it simply could be complete pride that she wouldn't concede. Azrael didn't give up easily either, but he knew when to back down. He'd had to learn that the hard way.

Thus far no ships had entered the sector, and things were still smooth sailing outside of the communication issue, and the situation in the hold. If she wasn't getting a ride, she really had to bargain to get off this freighter and not be in Mandalorian custody. Gutsy.

[member="Kali Aulter"] [member="Aedan Miles"]

 

[The Spark]

Kali grimaced underneath the eyepiece, but held her stance firm despite the questioning. It was a stalemate and she knew she was on the losing end. Her initial plan to jettison the cargo with a crate of stygium had failed, as a distraction was to be in the engine room. Her pick-up was supposed to have arrived by now and caused a ruckus as it was and that too failed. The chronos on her eyepiece had registered minus 15 minutes beyond mission competition and she knew it didn't matter about the stygium or her employer. She took a deep breath and lowered her weapon, dropping it to the ground with a loud clank and a metallic clatter. Her hands would slowly rise above her head and then behind her back, unknown to both him and the five Mandalorians who approached her from the rear, she gripped the handle of the MA HEX-20 Revolver tightly with her right hand.

"Does it matter?" She said facing the man before her calmly, keeping a steady grip on the revolver. She knew how fast she was on the drew and how close they had to be in order for her to execute this next move. Granted, it wouldn't kill them but it would damn sure knock them on their rear and she could take care of [member="Azrael"] somehow.

 

[Azrael]

With the large slug-thrower on the floor now, defeat was already in the books and surrender just became her only option. The weapons however were not lowered on their side, they kept them up with understandable hesitation, as the woman had already changed her mind about tactics three times in less than fifteen minutes. He understood desperation, but you never could be too careful. Rifles came closer as they came within inches of the woman's head. One of his vod pulled each hand down behind her back, and placed on durasteel cuffs that locked in place with a snap. They were tight, constricting and a little uncomfortable, but they wouldn't harm her unless she struggled greatly. Another of the security force began to remove the obvious weapons that were attached to the suit, pulling them off and collecting them for later. All this was done in silence before they coaxed Kali to her knees. Only then did the weapons get lowered. True to his word, Azrael left her alive.

Soon the atmospheric pressure stabilized and the doors were unlocked. After removing Kali's mask and deactivating the communications jam to sound the all-clear, and the alert that a prisoner was being escorted to the brig the party left the confines of the cargo hold. Several other Mandalorians came in to take the unconscious bodies of their vode to the med bay. Azrael led the way through the corridors to a holding area where a cell was opened up and the prisoner was un-cuffed and sealed into the brig. The energy shields covering all four walls and the ceiling. A durasteel bench was available for her to sit on, and there was ample room to pace.

Once order was restored and Azrael made it back to the bridge, he radioed in to alert Aedan that things were going much better now, and to Manda'yaim that their intruder was now a prisoner. It would only take about half an hour before the automated doors shifted again and he walked in, dismissing the guards from their post and leaving them waiting outside. Stepping forward and lowering himself onto a bench outside her cell, he slowly took off his buy'ce and set it down next to him. However, not before silently engaging a recording device so that this little chat could be documented and used again if necessary. Azrael's slight crimson complexion and grey eyed stare wasn't exactly warm and comforting. He was rather serious, and this was interrogation after all.

"So, this failed plan of yours. Let's start from the beginning. What is your name?"

[member="Kali Aulter"] [member="Aedan Miles"]

 

[The Spark]

Kali remained motionless on the durasteel bench, the silver bodysuit she wore underneath the armor glistened in the light in the holding cell. All over the suit were sensor nodes and holes in various places that would seem to indicate an interface between the armor she wore and her body possibly. She said nothing as he asked the question and she knew the question would come again, and again. Quite possibly there would be pain associated with it the next few times, although that didn't matter. She was already in pain from the fractured rib and the bruised cheek, that's what happens when you take beskar'gam across the face in the form of a backhand and a squeeze by an oversized Kowak.

~Not a chance...~ She thought to herself as she kept her gaze focused down at the floor, her hands gripping tightly together as a rush of anxiety washed over her form.

[member="Azrael"]