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Braze
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Okuma Milogen
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Leos
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Kyric
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Saram's Equipment
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- 'Ori'vuhyr'yaliyr'gam'-M
- Equipment Mount: Empty.
- Right Gauntlet and Vambrace: 'Rammikad b' Marev' Gauntlet and Vambrace
- Dartcaster:
- Weapon Mounts:
- Left Gauntlet and Vambrace: 'Verd b' Surhaai' Gauntlet and Vambrace
- Weapon Mounts:
- Left:
- Top:
- Right:
- Utility Belt Loadout:
- Hardcase Spring-loaded Ammunition Pouches
- Hardcase Spring-loaded Grenade Pouches
- Hardcase Large Satchel
- Softcase Large Storage Pouches (dump pouch)
- Magnetic Clamp
- Load-bearing Rig Loadout:
- Hardcase Spring-loaded Ammunition Pouches
- Hardcase Spring-loaded Grenade Pouches
- Central Secondary High Capacity Rylith Power Cell
- Medium and Large Gription Panels
- Holster Setup:
- 1x chest-rig mounted
- 2x belt-mounted
- 1x thigh mounted (dominant hand side)
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After what had seemed like decades of war, things had finally calmed down for Strill Securities. Saram hated it. Even though freelance mercenary jobs were somewhat easier to come by, not all of them scratched her itch for a challenge enough. If that wasn't bad enough, the company was rolling out the new implants, and now she was on mandatory 'reduced duty', which left administrative work and training. Sending other squads to assignments while she and Davaab were on reduced duty, thanks to the phased implementation of the new implants, was driving her up the shabla wall.
Even cooking hadn't improved her mood. As she shoveled
gi dumpling soup into her mouth, wondering just how she'd managed to land herself in this situation, an idea occurred to her. Helping Zandra with her bounty on Korriban had been appropriately fulfilling. Even Jaing had admitted as much during one of their recent joint training sessions. Even though Zandra was off on her own at the moment, Saram instantly thought of Braze and what he'd said to her during their assault on the black market exchange on Sleheyron.
She had no idea that she and Davaab had such an effect on the
Jetii'ika growing up. Though he was far from that now, wasn't he? Braze by Mandalorian standards was an adult. Like Zandra however, Saram couldn't help but wonder where Braze's
aliit were. Not his blood family, he likely hadn't seen them since he was taken to the Jetii temple. Or however it was that osik worked. Saram had reached out to him over comms to ascertain how he was doing.
She was surprised to hear that he was on Ossus of all places. Ossus by intel she could scrounge up was on the edge of the Imperial Confederation's space. Not exactly where she wanted to be, but she couldn't ask Spar and his vode or the rest of Davaab to come with her just because the area wasn't the safest, she wasn't some
ad'ika, she was the shabla
al'verde of one of the two
rammikad units of one of the most elite Mandalorian PMCs.
By the time she had told Ran, she had already filed for some leave and to her partial surprise he didn't try and stop her. It was not the hardest thing to find a ship at the company depot at Roche. Of course when she'd asked her
ori'vod if she could borrow a ship, she didn't except the ship that was waiting for her to be a
G-02H Vuhyr'galaar-class Heavy Gunship. The two aft starboard and port turrets had been removed along with all the accompanying ammunition feeds. That was the case with the aft ventral turret as well. The ship had reactant mass and shabla fuel, thank the Manda for that. The missile magazines were drier than the deserts of Ordo, however, at least there was a full load of countermeasures on board, however.
The ship had just started to be decommissioned to be placed into the company's modernization program. It would be given new life and sent back out someday. That day wasn't this one, however. Fitting, she supposed, given her own current situation. While the ship may have been far from what she was expecting, she should have expected the handwritten message on flimsi stuck on the pilot's seat. She recognized her ori'vod's writing before she'd even read it. "Don't go anywhere I wouldn't. Fly safe, vod'ika." This had to be because she'd diverted to Korriban on her authority as she was within her rights to do without asking him first. That stealth corvette may have been assigned to her commandos and her, but it was a company naval asset.
She half heartedly scrunched the note and tossed to the side of the cockpit before starting out her journey with spare equipment, clothes and some of her soup and fresh ingredients stored in refrigerated containers in tow. Flight control permissions and route charting were trivial. She was no combat pilot, but she'd flown countless times before, the regular processes and necessities were beyond routine to her. Saram had loaded a transponder code she often used when taking the odd bounty or mercenary contract on her own, identifying the ship as the '
Shev'la Oya'karur. She had considered that it might trigger an interdiction in Confederation space, but thankfully, it had not.
The Ossus planetary approach was nothing worth noting. The flight down to the location that Braze had given her was trivial. The collection of ships parked outside was setting off the healthy suspicion that had been honed over a career of combat, but she quashed those with the acceptance of the fact that she had no real intel to act off. The ship easily picked up the four lifeforms in the cave-like structure built-into the side of the mountain.
Four lifeforms, one of them was Braze according to both her beskar'gam and the ship. Her beskar'gam's
'Gar Strill' Force-Detector Array picked up three force sensitives. Braze's signature was recognized by it as well. Did Braze have company? Was he in trouble? Was she some kind of
di'kut and was this an ambush?
Saram undid the safety restraints and picked up her rifle, there was only one way to find out. She hit the ramp release controls with the underside of her fist as she activated her armor's active camouflage functions, rendering her invisible to detection by visual means and sensors. Her armor's cloned Taozin nodule liner and voidstone lining would likely stave off detection by aforementioned force sensitives.
Ret'lini, she fired off a comm message to Braze, "I'm here." No need to get creative, especially in the event that potential hostiles had access.
As she approached the structure , getting close enough for her sensors to get a better 'view' the outlines of everyone present were resolved on her HUD. No one seemed to be under duress, certainly not Braze, not from what she could 'see' at this distance in any case. She relaxed her stance and lowered her
AMR-4M Verpine Shatter Anti-Materiel Rifle into a low alert stance.
As she entered the structure, she could tell that it was definitely Jetii in origin. A mess, but unmistakably Jetii. Saram deactivated her armor's camouflage functions as she approached those gathered. Her ID scanner began trying to resolve the others that she didn't know, but she didn't wait for it before she announced her presence,
"When you said lightsaber testing, I didn't think this was what you had in mind. Who are your friends?" Saram's rifle stayed low but her beskar'gam's module was hard at work analyzing the others in case it came to that. If it did, so much for reduced duty.
Jacen Breska
, and even crossing paths with
Scherezade deWinter
while exploring the lower levels of the ruined library.
Gabriel Pryce
, and lessons He'd taken to heart from
Zark San Tekka
's wisdom, all whilst cautioning him of
Bernard
's folly.
