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Ruus Kote

Strill Securities Alor'akaatse
Ruus Kote

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Friendly Units:
'Mirshir'verd'jurkad'gam'-M and Ysalamiri Birikad have been issued force wide.
  • Command company from Strill Securities Jurkad Verde Shere'shoy Mechanized Infantry Battalion
Units in Reserve:
Tag(s): Alexandros Alexandros

Equipment

Armor Implant(s) Equipment Melee Sidearm(s) Rifle(s) Explosives

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Buy'ce gal, buy'ce tal
Verbor'ad ures aliit
Mhi draar baat'i meg'parjii'se
Kote lo'shebs'ul narit.
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Temporary Assembly Point, Roche

They were supposed to be on standby deployment alert after what seemed like months of no action. What the shab was the point of being the company's premier regiment when there was no shabla work for you to do? Sure, the paycheck kept coming in, but there was nothing to justify it, basic work that amounted to glorifies police work; putting down small rebellions and knocking over the odd self-styled warlord. If Ruus had a credit for every self-satisfied shabuire who he had to knock some sense into, he would be a rich man indeed.

The potential action the company had been preparing for was this whole affair with the Nemoidians. They had in no uncertain terms told the Naboo to go and usenye. That was, as far as he was concerned, the right shabla move to do. Very mandokarla. Certainly helped that it had the strong potential to require his intervention, hopefully wouldn't just be the Navy or the Tra'verde.

So naturally on the cusp of the biggest operation they were likely to see in a while, he was both confused and upset when he heard that one of his best scouts had missed role call. "And you're sure this isn't our tech messing up?" asked Ruus as he glanced at the datapad with the battalions' role call data scrawling across it.

"Elek, alor. I checked for the ad'ika myself. He's not here," came the thorough response from Jor Kyrr, Alexandros Alexandros ' direct boss. Jor wasn't one for practical jokes either, and this would have been the wrong shabla time for both him to start and for

He was never even shabla late. Not 'not usually', not ever. This was an odd time to shabla disappear was all. Ruus glanced down at the datapad, he always preferred them to reading data scrawling across his HUD. All the kit was loaded, the regiment could do their job if he disappeared for a bit, Mirta, Aamer and Fenn would be fine without him if it came down to it. "Jor, grab your rifle and come with me, we're making a little detour."

"Never leave home without it," he scoffed. "You get the crew's permission for this?" he asked. That was one part of this pl;an that Ruus hadn't sorted yet, but one thing at a time.

"Last favor," he lied. "I'm sure Dinua won't mind," he lied again. Truth was there were few in Strill who wouldn't help a friend out of a bind, and how did that old saying go? Burc'ya vaal burk'yc, burc'ya vemanBurc'ya vaal burk'yc, burc'ya veman.

It was short order and a lot of yelling before they were on their way to Alex's company registered permanent address. A dropship designed to transport a company ferrying only two men made that journey feel awkward, but thank the Manda that it was in the very least quiet. Jor wasn't a man big on conversation, but his body language said enough: he also hoped that Alex was alright. "We're here, I'll hold fire till your life signs drop off the tac display." intoned Dinua a moment later.

"Comforting," scoffed Ruus before he made his way to the end of the cargo bay.

"That's what they pay me the big bucks for, 'alor," responded Dinua without missing a beat.

"And here I thought there was more to being a pilot," he muttered under his breath, eliciting an amused scoff from Jor who joined him just as the ramp began to lower with the hum of hydraulics. The both of them made their way to Alex's domicile, weapons up without any notable resistance. Ruus quickly tooj up the primary breaching position while Jor fell in behind him.

"I don't have any, mind doing the honors?" he asked Jor as he double checked his webbring. Jor nodded and went to work affixing TWT-01 Thermal Well Tape to the door with Ruus covering him. It was barely a moment later that the latter triggered the detonation signal burning the door right off its track. Ruus and Jor swept into the building, weapons up, eyes open for any obvious traps, sensor-fused HUDs giving them a combined readout of the room and adjacent rooms.
 
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Alexandros

Murder Kitten
Alexandros
Character Bio


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Alex had taken a domicile on Roche, not in any polished quarter worth naming, but in a repurposed worker's unit tucked into the service annex. It sat above a low commercial structure as a small two level cargo hab of metal and duracrete, all hard angles and weathered seams, with only a few narrow windows and one obvious way in. The place rested along one of the work routes, close enough to a medical supply house that a run there could be made in minutes, and near enough to the dockyards that the groan of engines and the thrum of departing ships still carried through the walls at the right hour. Off to one side, it even had its own cramped open berth, little more than a modest access port where a small ship could set down without drawing too much notice.

The front door looked like it had been chosen with care. It was Heavy and reinforced set with thick mechanical locks and a secondary mag-lock besides. Outside, motion sensors had been fixed beneath the overhang and along the approach in small, easily missed places, scavenged pieces wired back into the hab's internal alert board. Nothing elegant… just practical. The sort of measures put in place by someone who expected trouble sooner or later and meant to know of it before trouble reached the threshold.


By the time they blew the door open, they would find the hab already roused into a frightened little war party.

The common room beyond no longer looked lived in so much as hastily fortified. A table had been dragged over on its side to break the line of sight from the entry, crates shoved in behind it, chairs overturned wherever small hands had thought they might serve as cover. The interior lights had been cut, leaving only the dim bleed of status panels and the thin, warning glow from the alert board near the wall. Somewhere deeper in the unit, a cabinet door stood open where supplies had been snatched in a hurry. Alex had not come home when he was meant to, and the boys had clearly felt the danger of that absence.

One of the older boys, Hunter had taken up position where he could watch the breach from behind cover,, weapon gripped in unsteady hands that still knew where to point it. Another, Tracer would have pulled the younger ones back toward the inner rooms or the safer corner of the hab, where bunks and narrow walls offered some poor imitation of shelter. Stitch and Dash were on opposite side of Hunter's flank further back behind cover in the kitchen.

A set of small glop grenade's were tossed at the door way along with a singular smoke granade in tow to try and deter the home invaders. It would seem that the house was filled with... 'Smaller Alex's all ready to attack the pair.
 

Ruus Kote

Strill Securities Alor'akaatse
Ruus Kote

Strill-Post-Banner.png

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Friendly Units:
'Mirshir'verd'jurkad'gam'-M and Ysalamiri Birikad have been issued force wide.
  • Command company from Strill Securities Jurkad Verde Shere'shoy Mechanized Infantry Battalion
Units in Reserve:
Tag(s): Alexandros Alexandros

Equipment

Armor Implant(s) Equipment Melee Sidearm(s) Rifle(s) Explosives

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Buy'ce gal, buy'ce tal
Verbor'ad ures aliit
Mhi draar baat'i meg'parjii'se
Kote lo'shebs'ul narit.
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Alexandros' apartment, Roche

Ruus' HUD highlighted the grenades about the same time as his trained and enhanced senses did. The two veteran Mirshir'verd let more than a two decades of combined experience take over. Two TBP-01V tractor-pressor beam projectors warmed to life fractions of a second later, their operators using them to the two glop grenades outside like they were merely minor inconveniences. Any neighbors still di'kutla enough to watch were either caught in the ensuing detonation or were fast enough to get the shab out of the way."Shabla gev," commanded Ruus, using the voice he usually reserved for errant recruits. "We're trying to help your vod. Your brother." Ruus made a point of lowering his rifle to a low alert carry, as did Jor, taking his cue. That didn't mean he wasn't going to cue up a firing solution for the nearest piece of cover wit h guided flechette rounds in the privacy of his own helmet, ret'lini.

He finally take a moment to look at their diminutive assailants. He had no DNA sample and the ID scanner in his armor wasn't doing too much except telling him he was looking at his missing employee with a fair degree of accuracy. They all looked like Alexandros Alexandros , just....a lot younger. Children? Siblings? Either way, now he knew what he was spending the majority of his paycheck on. Shab, he remembered having kids that age. Alex wasn't much older than his own eldest son, if at all, how the shab did he have kids that age already? No, siblings was the likely answer. Ruus studied the kids, their rudimentary concealment couldn't hide them from his beskar'gam once it a moment to calibrate to the room that it found itself in. "Just... start at the beginning, one of you. I'm his alor, his boss, I want to find him."

That's when he remembered dealing with his own children at that age and an idea hit him like a runaway repulsor train. "First person to throw their weapon over the barricade and tell me something gets cake." He prayed to the manda that was actually going to work, this whole situation left more questions than it did answers at the moment, and he sure as shab wasn't carrying much if anything in the way of non-lethal weapons on him. Jor in the meanwhile was fixing the children with an inquisitive look from behind his buy'ce, evidently eager to see if this attempted bribe would work. With no kids of his own he more at home with being the ba'vodu showering his vod's ad'ike with gifts than raising his own.
 
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Alexandros

Murder Kitten
Alexandros
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Hunter was not certain he trusted them… but certainty had very little place in all of this now. The two men stood there in armor and weapons the boys could not hope to match, and if they had truly wanted blood, they could have done far worse the moment the door came down. They had caught the grenades, turned them aside with ease, AND kept the room from becoming a slaughterhouse. The breach itself, followed by the thunder of the front door giving way, had been what sent the hab into its frantic little panicked response.

He drew in a breath, held it, then let it leave him slow and heavy through his nose.

"Stand down," he said at last.

Hunter rose just enough from behind cover to be seen, lifting his weapon first rather than aiming it. He knew who Maverick worked for. These two matched the descriptions too closely to ignore that fact.

Across from him, Stitch sagged with visible relief, the tightness in his shoulders loosening all at once. "Can we all get cake?" he asked, hope breaking through the fear.

Even with Hunter stepping out, Stitch did not leave his cover. He only shifted enough to peer around it, medkit still close at hand.

"The cake is a lie!" Talon shouted back at once, voice sharp with disbelief. He stayed low, white-knuckled around his weapon, eyes hot with suspicion. "They just blew off the front door. Do you really think they want to give us cake?" He asked as the typical arguments of young boys broke out among their 'ranks'.

"No…" Kestrel murmured from his place nearer the rear, still watching Ruus with unnerving focus. His gaze moved over the man's posture, the lowered rifle, the way the other one held back instead of pressing forward. "I think it's a genuine bribe."

That earned the faintest pause from the group as a whole.

Hunter let out another breath, slower this time, and lowered his blaster toward the floor before setting it down with deliberate care. The motion was born of a calm sort of calculation… and exhaustion. "Maverick said if Strill ever came looking, they'd come armed..." His eyes stayed on Ruus. "So far, that sounds about right."

From behind the barricade, Stitch looked between them with growing concern. "He was supposed to be back already," he said, smaller now. "He's late.... he's never late. "

Talon's jaw tightened, though he did not argue this time. Kestrel's expression narrowed at the strangers in their home. Hunter straightened a little more, he was young still, but trying very hard not to look it, like perhaps he'd been the one left 'in charge' of this group since Maverick was gone.

"If you're really here to help..." Hunter said, "then how about you start talking.... and maybe fix our door..."
 

Ruus Kote

Strill Securities Alor'akaatse
Ruus Kote

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Friendly Units:
'Mirshir'verd'jurkad'gam'-M and Ysalamiri Birikad have been issued force wide.
  • Command company from Strill Securities Jurkad Verde Shere'shoy Mechanized Infantry Battalion
Units in Reserve:
Tag(s): Alexandros Alexandros

Equipment

Armor Implant(s) Equipment Melee Sidearm(s) Rifle(s) Explosives

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Buy'ce gal, buy'ce tal
Verbor'ad ures aliit
Mhi draar baat'i meg'parjii'se
Kote lo'shebs'ul narit.
​

Alexandros' apartment, Roche

Ruus let out an audible sigh of relief via his buy'ce's annunciator. "Ad'ika. if either of us knew how the shab to repair your door we'd be gotabore, engineers. Just how many Mandalorians do you know with sub-human reaction times that want you dead that don't lead with worse anyhow?" he asked, out equal parts genuine curiosity and incredulity. "'Lek, yeah, we work for Strill."

"Have for a long time," half-muttered Jor from beside him in agreement as Ruus fished the small vacuum-sealed parcel out of his pack. Putting his rifle on his back magnetic-mount with his spare hand, Ruus carefully opened the package.

"I should shabla hope this isn't a lie, I had hoped to eat this later, but its yours," he said, holding out the unwrapped Uj'alayi. "Late? What do you mean late?" he asked, looking from Hunter to Stitch. "Where did he go?" Ruus realized he would have to pull some favors, get some engineers, maybe a squad down here to watch over these kids till this whole thing could be sorted out.

One thing was for sure, he hoped to the Manda that this whole thing between the Trade Federation and the High Republic didn't kick off before then. Not only were the amount of resources available to him going to nose dive, he was never going to hear the end of it from command and from his men. He had no idea yet how he was going to solve this, let alone how he was going to have to pull off explaining all this if he had to.
 
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Alexandros

Murder Kitten
Alexandros
Character Bio

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None of them seemed especially interested in the cake… except Stitch. He abandoned his 'post' the moment it appeared, crossing the room to fetch it with open curiosity. He turned the sticky little morsel over in his hands as though trying to decide what exactly it was meant to be before finally taking a cautious bite, to see if it really was cake, claiming the sweet for his own.

A few of the others crept closer after that, drawn less by the food and more by the Mandalorians standing in their dining room. Small faces peeked out from behind corners and doorframes, each boy trying to steal a better look without coming too near the men. They were still wary of the men who had blown open their front door and forced their way into the habitation block. Even with the danger passed, that kind of entrance was not the sort one forgot quickly.

Hunter looked like a young man balanced on the edge of exhaustion and paranoia. He rubbed at his eyes as he listened to them, dark circles staining the skin beneath. It was no wonder he looked so tiered; With this many boys under one roof, keeping the habitation from burning down, or keeping them from killing one another, must have been a relentless task for one so young. He had the look of someone who had not slept properly in days and no longer trusted silence when it came.

Rook tilted his head slightly at that. "I do not think any of us would really take the time to measure your reaction speed and weigh that against reasoning," he murmured.

"Maverick usually comes home between missives and checks on us," Hunter said. "He gave us a call about a week ago, and he should have shown up by now, but he hasn't." He hesitated, frowning as though reaching for something half-buried beneath too many other worries. "He mentioned needing to make one stop first. Said he needed fuel, maybe coolant too… something about the ship acting up again."

One of the younger boys looked up from behind the corner then, speaking only after a pause. "Nickel One," he said quietly. "I heard him say it. He said there was a little service dock there he used sometimes because they were fast, even if they overcharged."

Hunter glanced toward him, then nodded once. "That sounds right. He said he wanted to top off, check the ship over, and pull any waiting courier traffic before coming back. If he was delayed anywhere, that would be the place."
 
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