Alleycat
OCC Account
Location: En route to Jedi Temple
Allies: Te Veman Mandalorians
Enemies: Republic/Jedi forces [member="LAAT Boarding Party"]
Objective: Raid/Fight, but first an introduction
As the Mando group proceeded towards the Jedi Temple, the rather snarky banter between fellow vode [member="Ravik Munin"] and [member="Hana Munin"] was entertaining yet not necessary. They all their part to play, and the more focused the clansmen were the less chance things would go afoul. Being the Alor's stepdaughter always made Mesh feel the pressure to perform just that much better while representing on the clan's behalf.
Mesh'la moved swiftly and silently through the countryside, only smirking at the remarks made and giving a roll of her blue eyes behind the black T-visor of the red helmet worn, which matched the rest of the dark blonde's beskar'gam with standard weaponized gauntlets. On each shapely hip was holstered a slugthrower pistol and in her hands was a Mandalorian assault rifle. Strapped to her back was a beskad; an uncle's that had been passed down to her after his death. Attached to Mesh's utility belt was a medkit, one like her mother always carried, and a Fett Kal trench knife. Across her chest hung a bandolier diagonally that had been one of her late father's, which carried assorted grenades for fun and games.
A transport ship passed overhead, then disappeared behind a tree line in the near distance. It could only mean one thing...
[ Heads on a swivel, ner vode... We may have company sooner than later. ]
Allies: Te Veman Mandalorians
Enemies: Republic/Jedi forces [member="LAAT Boarding Party"]
Objective: Raid/Fight, but first an introduction
It was no secret Clan Munin despised Jedi. So it was no surprise that a raiding party was sent to the New Republic world of Rendili to pilfer what ever intel and goods they could get their hands on; be it ships, weapons, medical supplies. If nothing else, the exiled Mandalorians would leave their calling card and put the Republic, who harbored the light side Force users, on notice. As the Mando group proceeded towards the Jedi Temple, the rather snarky banter between fellow vode [member="Ravik Munin"] and [member="Hana Munin"] was entertaining yet not necessary. They all their part to play, and the more focused the clansmen were the less chance things would go afoul. Being the Alor's stepdaughter always made Mesh feel the pressure to perform just that much better while representing on the clan's behalf.
Mesh'la moved swiftly and silently through the countryside, only smirking at the remarks made and giving a roll of her blue eyes behind the black T-visor of the red helmet worn, which matched the rest of the dark blonde's beskar'gam with standard weaponized gauntlets. On each shapely hip was holstered a slugthrower pistol and in her hands was a Mandalorian assault rifle. Strapped to her back was a beskad; an uncle's that had been passed down to her after his death. Attached to Mesh's utility belt was a medkit, one like her mother always carried, and a Fett Kal trench knife. Across her chest hung a bandolier diagonally that had been one of her late father's, which carried assorted grenades for fun and games.
A transport ship passed overhead, then disappeared behind a tree line in the near distance. It could only mean one thing...
[ Heads on a swivel, ner vode... We may have company sooner than later. ]