Red Mobius
Tormented Prophet
Wearing: Agol'Gam (Crimson Color)
Armed With: Besragr , Viper Series Blaster Rifle (Scoped, Undermount 40mm Grenade Launcher), Mobius Pistol
Grenade Rounds:
Fragmentation: 8
Plasma: 4
Equipment: Jetpack, Ammunition Belt
Mandalore, Night
Red watched from a cliff side at the small camp of pirates a kilometer and a half away and below her. They were all armed with heavy blaster rifles and they even had a few AT-ST walkers at the perimeter. Lots of turrets.
In the distance slightly beyond, half buried in the crumbling base of a ruined mountain, lay an ancient, repurposed Czerka Sandcrawler bearing the symbol of the Mandalorians.
Red had occupied herself since awakening in this new era trying to find her clan with exploring the ruins of this planet. In that time she had come across rumors of an old Mandalorian base that contained a cache of Mandalorian Disintegrator Pistols. Even today they were still considered horrendously deadly.
Determined to see if the rumors were true, Red had correlated rumors with actual records she had sought out and determined a rough possible location. But knowing she would need help, and knowing those with clans were still wary of her she had instead sought the help of another one missing their clan.
The plight of
Rheyla Tann
genuinely moved Red, for she knew well Tann's pain. Her family had been everything to her. They had given her purpose. To lose them, and worse, to not even know their true fates unlike Rheyla...it was worse than having your heart ripped out.
Red had approached the clanless Mandalorian with an offer a few weeks after the meeting at MandalMotors Hall when she had started searching for the Base: Help her find the base, and Red would set her up with new weapons and armor in addition to letting her take what she liked from the base while turning the rest over to the authorities.
She had finally located the base, taking Rheyla along...only to find these interlopers...and watched for their schedule and habits, waiting for the perfect chance to strike, even as she watched what looked like a large freighter arrive at the dead of midnight, the moon of Concord Dawn above them...
"It's time to strike. They're at their most relaxed now..." Red said to Rheyla. "You ready?"
Armed With: Besragr , Viper Series Blaster Rifle (Scoped, Undermount 40mm Grenade Launcher), Mobius Pistol
Grenade Rounds:
Fragmentation: 8
Plasma: 4
Equipment: Jetpack, Ammunition Belt
Mandalore, Night
Red watched from a cliff side at the small camp of pirates a kilometer and a half away and below her. They were all armed with heavy blaster rifles and they even had a few AT-ST walkers at the perimeter. Lots of turrets.
In the distance slightly beyond, half buried in the crumbling base of a ruined mountain, lay an ancient, repurposed Czerka Sandcrawler bearing the symbol of the Mandalorians.
Red had occupied herself since awakening in this new era trying to find her clan with exploring the ruins of this planet. In that time she had come across rumors of an old Mandalorian base that contained a cache of Mandalorian Disintegrator Pistols. Even today they were still considered horrendously deadly.
Determined to see if the rumors were true, Red had correlated rumors with actual records she had sought out and determined a rough possible location. But knowing she would need help, and knowing those with clans were still wary of her she had instead sought the help of another one missing their clan.
The plight of
Rheyla Tann
genuinely moved Red, for she knew well Tann's pain. Her family had been everything to her. They had given her purpose. To lose them, and worse, to not even know their true fates unlike Rheyla...it was worse than having your heart ripped out.Red had approached the clanless Mandalorian with an offer a few weeks after the meeting at MandalMotors Hall when she had started searching for the Base: Help her find the base, and Red would set her up with new weapons and armor in addition to letting her take what she liked from the base while turning the rest over to the authorities.
She had finally located the base, taking Rheyla along...only to find these interlopers...and watched for their schedule and habits, waiting for the perfect chance to strike, even as she watched what looked like a large freighter arrive at the dead of midnight, the moon of Concord Dawn above them...
"It's time to strike. They're at their most relaxed now..." Red said to Rheyla. "You ready?"