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Junction The Frontier War: Beacons of Light | Junction of Enclave-V'Shar, GA-Iskadrel

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S M A S H
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Location: V’shar, Planet’s Capital City, V’shar Planetary Defense Force Headquarters, Briefing Room
Local Time: 20:37
Date: -DATA CORRUPTED-
Primary Objective: Secure Precious Cargo
Secondary Objective: Eliminate Terrorist Group’s Leader (Optional)
Equipment: Loadout 1 (Minus the ECM 598 Backpack) + The Goran’s Stand (Greatsword’s Sheath lies over his left pistol holster on his Kama)
Friendlies: Shai Maji Shai Maji | Sasha Kryze Sasha Kryze | Ishida Ashina Ishida Ashina | Valery Noble Valery Noble | Alora Vizsla Alora Vizsla | Thonn Rokkal Thonn Rokkal | Tarre Priest Tarre Priest | Gorthalon Gorthalon
Hostiles: Krek Libera Krek Libera



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The base was busy like a beehive at the time. The guard posts were manned, with sentries on guard duty, watching their assigned sectors in vigilance. Several night patrols were dispatched to keep the perimeter secure. Platoons upon platoons of troopers were gathered around the assembly area, preparing to move out. Trucks of various sizes were ferrying the wounded to the base and loading up fresh squads, ammunition and other necessary supplies to the frontlines.

Walking past the troopers on guard duty at the entrance of the Headquarters, Kranak moved towards the base entrance at a brisk pace; his long black Kama fluttered softly as he walked, in harmony with the Supercommando’s motion. Distant explosions flashed before the giant’s visor, with colorful blaster tracer fire lighting up the night sky. Violent clashes were ongoing between government forces and the insurgents on multiple fronts. The government was attempting to retake several parts of the capital city to first keep what little foothold they had remaining on the city before eventually pushing deeper into insurgent territory.

The insurgents on the other hand, were doing their best to retain the momentum of their unexpected offensive that had sparked up a week ago, pushing out the government troops out of the capital completely, all the while strengthening the defense of the territory they gained.

Somewhat zoned out as he walked but still very much aware and vigilant of his surroundings, the Vizsla was running the mission scenario in his mind for probably the fortieth time as he made his way to the base’s entrance. He hated leaving anything to chance. As much as he planned, though, he would have to account for a bunch of unexpected, unforeseeable scenarios when he and his team were out in the thick of it. There were just way too many parameters to truly account for everything, especially in an urban setting such as this. You couldn’t plan for everything.

But he still felt ready for the task ahead. He had his vode he could always trust. The Kandosii would get the job done, no matter what they would encounter.

The giant crossed his arms as he leaned his back against a large durasteel barricade while he waited for his squad to run through their last minute equipment checks. They would exit the Headquarters any minute now. He wouldn’t be waiting without some company, though. Save for the troopers on their guard posts by the base entrance, there was another person in close proximity to him. That much was obvious, he had spotted the hulking silhouette before he made it to the gate entrance, but had dismissed the silhouette unintentionally as his thoughts were focused on the mission scenario. The giant turned his glimmering white visor at the tall silhouette to his right.

He would lay eyes on a hulking being, taller than the giant himself; He was as tall as a wookie, and equally as strong. The silhouette belonged to a Yuzzem. The Ori’ramikad wasn’t used to feeling short among other beings. He usually towered well over most beings. As he looked up at the giant of a Yuzzem, Kranak would take a few seconds to scan him from head to toe. It didn’t take long to spot the warbelt the Yuzzem wore. It had the insignia of the Galactic Alliance Defence Force. The Jetiise that would be accompanying them on this mission were also from the Galactic Alliance. The Yuzzem was also armed with a two handed great axe and an IB series blaster, holstered at his hip.

But what was the Yuzzem here for? He wasn’t made aware that more Galactic Alliance personnel would join them for this mission. There was only one way to find out why he was here.
<”What is your assignment?”> The Mandalorian Ori’ramikad curiously inquired as he stood up and turned towards the massive Yuzzem; his hands were on his hips as he looked up at the massive Yuzzem as Kranak inquired.

Upon hearing the Yuzzem was also assigned to their mission, the giant would speak again after listening to the massive warrior’s answer.
<”You’re late for the briefing, but you came just in time. We’re leaving in,”> the giant paused for a brief moment as he checked the local time in his heads-up display before continuing. <”Three minutes.”> The giant would then give the Yuzzem Pathfinder a quick summary of their objectives, but he would leave the details for his second, to Shai, once they were beyond the wire.



<<Strike Team, Priest to Strike Team. Functions check. Come again. Functions chek.>>

It was then he heard an unfamiliar voice over the commlink in the squad net. He knew the distinct tones and pitches of his fellow squadmates by heart. The masculine voice didn’t belong to any of them, as well as the Jetiise that would be coming along with them into this mission. Turning away from Gorth’alon for a moment, the giant spoke into his commlink, responding to the functions check over the commlink.

<”Go for Kandosii Actual. I read you loud and clear, Priest. Over”>

<Priest..>
The Supercommando repeated the callsign in his mind as he tried to accurately recall the list of assets and units dispatched to for the Operation Lightbringer. <Ah, I see.> The giant thought to himself as he swiftly remembered the callsigns of the units dispatched for the mission. Priest was one of the few reconnaissance operatives that were dispatched into enemy territory in the planet’s capital, risking life and limb to acquire accurate intel for the mission planning. Their line of work was just as dangerous as that of the Si’kahya’s, perhaps even more so.

Operatives such as Priest were what made smooth missions possible, though. Acquiring accurate reconnaissance data was no easy task. The Supercommando was grateful for vode like him. He wasn't made aware of these operatives still operating in the area though, but he welcomed it. If chit hits the fan, another fellow vod with a rifle joining them would never hurt.

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The giant would give the team a curt nod of the head once they regrouped with him at the gate as he held his blaster rifle in his hand, on a high carry position; The blaster rifle’s barrel was kept perfectly at a ninety degrees angle upwards. The blaster rifle’s stock was locked between Kranak’s elbow and his core, reducing unnecessary muscle fatigue and strain on his skeletal system.

The giant Ori’ramikad would quickly introduce their newest addition to the team -- Gorth’alon -- for the mission before they left the base through the main entrance.
<”Alright, let’s get this over with, people. We’re moving out! Single column on me, three meters spacing.”> Kranak said enthusiastically as he shifted his blaster rifle to a low ready stance; The muzzle pointed at about thirty degrees downward angle, oriented toward his sector of observation -- to the front of the formation -- with the heel of the stock in the pocket of his right shoulder. His trigger finger was placed fairly high on the frame, above the hair trigger. <”Watch your sectors. Keep your heads on a swivel.”> He didn't need to say anything else. His vode knew what they were doing.

<”Shai, would you mind bringing Gorth’alon up to speed?”> Kranak said as he gave a glance over his left shoulder pauldron at the Shistavanen as he walked at a brisk pace towards the sewage maintenance access system, three blocks down to their east, about three hundred meters away. The giant highlighted the location of the sewage access to his fellow squadmate’s HUD’s as he walked. They would reach the insertion point into the sewers in the next five minutes or so, with a good pace.

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Local Time: 20:49


<”Here we are.”>

The street their designated access to the sewers were located at was relatively empty. The stores and buildings were long evacuated. There were no civilians here. Speeder bikes and airspeeders were left deserted all around the street. It was in the territory under the control of the government forces. Though as they had left behind the base, the distant sounds of battle grew louder ever so slightly. The frontlines were nearer, now.

Kranak's blaster rifle was suspended over his chest almost vertically as he let go of its pistol grip and handguard while crouching down next to the large manhole leading to the sewer. Lucky for them -- and for Gorth'alon-- it was large enough to allow some maintenance equipment to be brought down into the tunnels. The giant then reached for a scramble key from one of his utility pouches and to bypass the manhole’s electronic locking mechanism a moment after crouching.

Connecting the scramble key to the small keypad beside the manhole, its electromagnetic lock was disengaged in a few seconds, thanks to the small device’s immense processing power. The giant successfully initiated a slicing maneuver.

Grasping the handle on the manhole cover, the giant lifted the lid to the side with ease. The foul, putrid stench hit him in the face and filled his nostrils as he inserted the scramble key back into his utility pocket on his warbelt. He wasn’t wrong about the smell, though. Coruscant’s sewers smelt worse. It didn’t have that refined, regurgitated, almost hundreds of years worth of chit and gunk in the smell. Coruscant was far worse than this.


<”Kandosii Actual to Priest. Be advised, we are at our designated sewer entrance. Our coms might go dark until we reach our insertion point, over.”> They would be at least a dozen feet under the surface. His broadcast antenna might not be strong enough for his signal to penetrate the dirty tunnels to get a comlink message out. Maybe their Tech specialist could boost their com signal if need be, the giant thought.

At least he would still be in broadcast range for the rest of his team.


<”Okay, team,”> Kranak sighed after notifying Priest. He wasn’t going to enjoy this, he was sure as hell his fellow vode and allies weren’t going to enjoy the smell either, but this was the only way to get to the compound without tipping off the enemy to their intentions from their movement. <”Down we go.”> He would be the first one going into the sewers. The giant put both his hands and feet on the outside of the ladder and let himself smoothly slide down. He reached the floor in a mere moment. As soon as his feet touched the dirty ground, he swiftly moved away from the ladder and raised his rifle while assuming a firing stance, starting to hold security as he waited for his teammates to drop down into the sewers before resuming their movement towards their insertion point through the sewers.







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The gentle breeze flowing through the compound provides a great contrast to the explosions and flashes of blaster fire in the distance. The calm before the storm is here, but the storm, he feels, is fast approaching.

- What's your assignment? – The robust Mandalorian in front of him asked. Raising his hand that is holding a datapad, the Yuzzem answers in his regular, deep voice. – This datapad contains the official transfer order from the Command of the Galactic Alliance's 76th Pathfinder Regiment. – The Yuzzem clears his throat, and continues in a respectful manner. - My name is Gorthalon, and I have been tasked to assist in the insurgency situation. I have been told where the debriefing shall take place, but not much else.

- You're late for the briefing, but you came just in time. We're leaving in…. three minutes. –
Without a single word, he nods once in acknowledgement. At this moment, the imposing Mandalorian receives a transmission and turns away. Gorthalon takes a quick look around and stashes his duffel bag between the nearest boxes he can find. Apart from a couple sets of garments, his personal datapad, a measly few credits and replacement energy cells, he doesn't have anything of value in it anyway.

By the time he returns from his small endeavor, the rest of the team has gathered and is forming up. As the Mandalorian commander is giving his last-minute advices, he refers Gorthalon to a member of the team by the name of Shai for a quick run-down of the mission plans. The Yuzzem stops a few feet away from them and scans the team with his gaze in hopes of identifying Shai.

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- Okay, team. – Said our commander. – Down we go. – Although the stench slithering up from underneath is especially palpable for the Yuzzem whose snout is exceptionally well-tuned, he nods again and accepts his task without hesitation. The pits he was confined to as a slave were often much worse. The commander disappears into the sewers, the entrance of which luckily allows his own size to enter as well, yet he understands that this time, his size may well be his greatest weakness.

Stoically he looks around and waits for his turn to enter the bowels of the city.
 
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Location: Briefing Room
Valery: Appearance
Ally Tag: Kranak Vizsla Kranak Vizsla Alora Vizsla Alora Vizsla Thonn Rokkal Thonn Rokkal Shai Maji Shai Maji Ishida Ashina Ishida Ashina Vren Rook Vren Rook Sasha Kryze Sasha Kryze Gorthalon Gorthalon
Baddy Tag: Krek Libera Krek Libera


Following her preparations, she joined up with the others and began the path towards the sewers. She made sure to position herself near the front of the column in case there was trouble. But luckily, their path seemed fairly clear, although the sounds of battle were getting louder. Slowly but surely, they were approaching the frontlines.

"Ugh.." Valery muttered underneath her breath as Kranak Vizsla Kranak Vizsla removed the lid of the manhole. Her sense of smell wasn't anything special, but it was still an overwhelming thing for just a moment. Looking at Gorthalon Gorthalon , she couldn't help but feel bad for him.

Her orange eyes then shifted to Kranak as he went down the ladder, and she quickly stepped up to follow after him. She raised her hands up behind her head, made sure her ponytail was secured, and then began the climb down. With a gentle hop, she landed and immediately she began to look around with her Keshian eyes.


"If you don't mind..." she said as she stepped away from the ladder and towards Kranak. "..I'll take point in here. If we run into trouble in these narrow sewers, you have little to no cover. But I can be your cover." she removed the lightsaber from her belt and spun it around in the palm of her hand, a faint smirk resting on her face.

She knew the Mandalorians likely had their precious armor on, but it still wasn't tactically sound to use their bodies as shields against potential fire. It only had to go wrong once, and someone would die acting like a meat shield. Lightsaber skills were her specialty as well, so she felt confident in keeping them safe.

The brunette then stepped further into the sewers to give the others space to come down, but also to scout ahead a little. Her senses extended and her posture relaxed as she tried to focus. At this moment, she was unaware of Krek Libera Krek Libera being an upcoming threat, but she was readying herself to face whatever came their way.
 
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Traumatized Carrier-Loving Mess
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[Commodore Liedran Kathause]
[C.O of the
3rd Expeditionary Carrier Line]
[ANV Cadence - C.I.C - Edge of the Tasariq Sector]



"Just like old times, eh?" Despite Liedran's frown, her Pantoran aide equipped an infectious grin.

The commodore scoffed, not angrily per se, not with any morsel of humor either. It was a tired utterance, instead, that did well to mask a nervous exhale; until both sounds faded into silence. The C.I.C's blank atmosphere set in once more. Liedran's empty stare remained unchanged.

"The, uh, Ferrets are ready to report back," Captain Foffin's tone changed to something shyer, betraying a greater level of concern, "-ma'am." Liedran nodded apologetically immediately as the final word registered, "Calibrate a direct communications beam. Start the data stream transfer," She didn't say anything beyond that. The rest of the staff knew what to do.

[UPLINK CONFIRMED. BEGIN DATA STREAM EXCHANGE], The string of words, then updated readouts-- systems maps, parsed snippets of captured merchant communication(the
Ferret-IIs evidentially hadn't recognized a single warship on their patrol), compiled sensor readouts-- scrolled by along the far left side of an expansive tactical table. [DATA STREAM COMPILED. END EXCHANGE.] The lines disappeared abruptly, and left only the oversized plan position indicator displayed on the monitor's surface.

Cadence, and the rest of the carrier line remained uninterrupted, at the moment left entirely to their duties coordinating. Reassuringly lacking streams of status updates returned constantly from their dispatched squadrons; each prowling over a small region within the sector in search of Brotherhood aggressors, while the smaller Revenant Squadron sought a strategic hyperlane in the nearby Iskadrell system.

Evidence supporting any such development was... limited, at best. But fears had run high after the Battle over Coruscant-- High Command would have taken any opportunity to counter a suspected Brotherhood advance. At the moment, Iskadrell seemed their best chance.

Supervising was the least Liedran could do. She wasn't over Coruscant, preoccupied with patrol on the other side of Alliance borders when the first shots rang out, helpless as Mawite World Devastators descended on the capital's desiccated surface. Never Again, She'd vowed to herself when the final casualty lists appeared over a solemn Navy-wide broadcast. And if watching anxiously as Alliance forces combed over sector after sector presented her best chance of staying true on that promise-

So be it.


Cadence Air Group Officers: Kathryn Foster Kathryn Foster , Voldran Molf Voldran Molf
 
It's one of life's mysteries, sir...

Several klicks ahead of their home away from home, the crown jewel of the Alliance 3rd Expeditionary Carrier Line; ANV Cadence, colonel Foster led a vanguard of X-wings and A-wings from her own cutting-edge black bird; a T-77 Talon Interceptor. She kept to her trademark of flying with her pilots and leading from the front, which she could as long as not commander Kathause insisted her to be at the C.I.C. Both ways was as stimulating and challenging, it was always a joy working with Liedran, but the cockpit would always have a special place in Kathryn's heart.

<''Well... If you ask me I don't think Kathause would want us to miss Life Day. Especially not if the Silver Jedi organizes something on Kashyyyk, to which we're invited and we usually are. Man, I love those celebrations...''> colonel Foster explained over the closed intercom system between the fighters, answering a rookies question if she though they would be home for Life Day. Kathryn had been at a couple of said celebrations, and the Silver Jedi and the wookies always knew how to set things up beautifully right. She remembered the taste of some traditional treats that used to be served there and it elicited a soft smile underneath the grey oxygen mask. Accustomed, she threw an eye at her scanners to find them clear and safe. <''So, yeah... If this tour goes according to plan, we'll be home in a heartbeat.''> she encouraged.

Colonel Foster didn't have to say much in the terms of giving the directions as they all had been thoroghly briefed, and belonging to the ANV Cadence meant that they all were skilled pilots although with a varying degree of experience. Their scouting mission continued through the calm Tasariq sector, all while they waited for Revenant Squadron to finish their rather dangerous but also well thought out mission.
 
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Runi gave Faith Organa Faith Organa a nod at the woman's appreciation for the shared blessing. Diplomats could wax about the glory and success of Empires; the Shaman had not come here to extol the great Galactic Alliance or vaguely allude to some common manifest destiny, however. As with all things, Runi was there to witness history and at times uplift the souls that would forge it. People interested her, not treaties. "No matter how much space exists between us, we are never far from those we love." A stroll in the valleys and mountains would be quite delightful.

Faith's response to Runi's expected question was thorough, heartfelt, and plain. Not all things could be distilled to their quintessential elements, but most could at least avoid the ways of twisted tongues, half-truths, and vague allusions most practiced in public relations. It was most welcome that Faith opted to be so open. Given her use of Mando'a, Runi suspected the woman was quite aware that being open and honest would be better received by a Mandalorian.

"Runi Kuryida," the Mandalorian replied as she offered her right hand to Faith. Runi would forego the head contact though out of respect for the woman's well being. "I am a Shaman of my people. I watch over the lands, the homes, and the heart of the Mandalorian. I too desire our people to know peace even as they seek to prove their mettle." The word 'peace' meant different things to different cultures, of course. Pacifism was not their Way. Mindless aggression was also not their way. They were honorable warriors a people like the Alliance could count on so long as they themselves remained honorable in their dealings with the Mandalorian people -- a matter that extended beyond the confines of borders on a map.

"I cannot speak for the Quartermaster and the governor of Hefi," Runi intoned respectful of their positions, "but you can be certain the Mandalorian have not lost their Way despite their hardships." Actually, it was hardship that helped strengthen them. Challenges for them to overcome denied an idle mind. "If Alderaan has need of our services, we are there." For the appropriate remuneration, of course. They were not greedy, but their armor, weapons, ships, and ability to eat were all unavoidable financial obligations. Just the opportunity to test their worth in battle against the dar'jeti would be enough to suffice for 'compensation' or 'payment' on top of the cost of supplies, fuel, and food.

"The dar'jeti are a formiddable adversary," Runi acknowledged freely, "but not insurmountable. Together our people will grow stronger; then we will not only halt their advance, but turn the tide back upon them."

 


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Objective: Convene the Tributary Council
Location: Ra'ntisr Capitol, New Krostport, Hefi

Ijaat watched the exchanges with mild interest. He was probably one of the few armored in beskar'gam that could speak the language of politics. But for the moment, he watched the room and gauged temperature. A blessing of the vaunted and feared T-visor of his people was, when you got right down to it you never really could tell what a Mandalorian was looking at. Not with a certain surety anyway. So his hand rested on the Sith crystal in the pommel of his blade, and the other rested tucked into the back of his belt in the small of his back. A formal pose of more civilized military the Galaxy over.

Then he strolled patiently to Faith, the only one in this room he really knew in any format, and removed his helmet in a display of familiarity and trust in such formal settings. Draco Vereen was the closest thing to a best friend and formal apprentice Ijaat had ever had. And the wife of the Dragon was well known to him. A warm and genuine smile creased weathered features as he inclined from the waist and dipped his head to the Alderanian woman.

"Greetings Faith, tamer of the Dragon. I trust my old friend Draco is well still yet? If you are here, I have more faith in this preceedings. Anyone who can domesticate a mando'ade is formidable in all accounts. And a welcome presence in my esteem."


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Faith nodded and listened looking to the young woman beside her a shaman this too made Faith smile for some reason she always tended to get along with those who were able to see beyond the physical to the spiritual. Faith who had lost her first husband, and then her brother oftened dwelled upon the spiritual. Did the spark that gave them life move to the next level...??? Did they see them?...did....she clenched her teeth she had to stop herself from spilling these thoughts out for all to hear.

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Runi if I may be so permitted to call you by your first name. Come to Alderaan when you want the path is always open. I pray we both get a portion of what we seek for our children and their future."

The sith or dar'jeti they were formidable, "Dar'jeti are formidable but not unbeatable. The losses we all endure just to keep them from spreading throughout the galaxy, will take the mando'ade and the Alliance, and many others too. But I think for every ally gained by those who seek to stop them, the dar'jeti gain an ally too. Always in equal in my mind." Faith shook her head, "I will call upon the mando'ade if needed, for of course a nominal fee as weapons, armor, and things are not given away freely."

From out of the corner of her eye she could see someone else heading towards them, Faith turned watching as slowly the face of Ijaat Mereel appeared from under the buy'ce. She could not help but laugh, "Ijaat Mereel, it has been quite some time." Ijaat was getting old too. Time it seemed affected them all.

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I'm sure if Draco knew you would be here he would have come. Draco is great thank you for asking" She felt comfortable enough to reveal the reason Draco was not here any who knew him know how social he could be when he wanted, "The attack on Coruscant kept him home looking at our defenses. I am glad to see you here, it is good to see a friend. I was telling Runi she should visit Alderaan, perhaps you should to. I think your last visit you and Draco were either hunting or forging something, my memory at times is terrible."

It did feel good to see a friend here. Faith reached out and touched Ijaat's shoulder as he dipped his head.

"I would like to ask you both a question since I am so unaware. What do you and the Enclave need? Medical supplies? Materials..?" She wanted to help if they needed it. She would not promise Alliance goods, but would give Alderaan goods. She after all had a Cousin who was of Clan Ordo and ran a medical supply company.
 
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Tithe clumsily accepted the pair of handcrafted weapons from the Quartermaster. This had been his advisers greatest fear - a non-combatant could be a sign of weakness to the Mandalorians. “Oh my, yes, and what beutiful craftsmanship,” he replied, turning the weapons over in his hands, unsure which end was the dangerous one. As he had been told repeatedly, the Chancellor got the weapons into the hands of an adviser as soon and as respectfully as he could. With formalities over, all parties took their seats at the table.

The Aargauun suppressed his surprise as Faith broke into Mando’a and began holding court, impressed a pair of Mandalorians with her grasp of their lexicon and by relaying tales of the Mandalorian enclave on her planet of Alderaan. Demonstrating exactly why she was one of only nine Committee Chairs in the Senate, Faith explained her reasons for wanting to meet and asked what it was that the Mandalorians needed most.

Tithe turned his attention to the Quartermaster, who expressed her wishes to form a partnership to secure the Outer Rim, and Oldo, who explained to the recent expansion of the newly formed government. It was impressive to see what they had built in such a short time; most other Mandalorian governments quickly imploded in on themselves after arriving on the galactic stage.

“While this is a lengthy sojourn from the Core,” Tithe explained. “It would be folly for my government to not recognise that rot can fester anywhere, ohh yes. The marauding Brotherhood of the Maw who asail my people, well, it pains me to say that they’ve developed quick the propensity for harbouring fugitives and cast-outs.” It seemed that anyone willing to take up their bloodthirsty cause would be welcomed into the ranks of the Brotherhood and thrown against the Alliance’s borders.

The power vacuum to the north also worried the Chancellor. Left unchecked, another terrifying enemy could rise. “My Admirals would dearly like to patrol out this way more often, but alas, maintaining safe harbourage is quite the, ah, impost. Safe passage and refuelling rights could help bring some, how do they say, sheriffs to town.”
 


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With her helmet under her arm, she continued to stare at the night. The burning city cast an orange glow while explosions and blasterfire echoed in the distance. She took a deep breath in before a snicker escaped her at Ishida's comment. "Hell, if you do that right now I'll karking buy you a drink." She quipped before she looked at Alora. "I like her, let's take her back with us." She cackled away as she slid her helmet on. "Oh don't worry, Thonn, if people deserve it, I'd say they get a pass." She quipped.

<<Strike Team, Priest to Strike Team. Functions check. Come again. Functions check.>>

Shai blinked as her comms chimed in. Did someone forget to mention that they had karking recon out there? "Hey Kran, who is that? Recon unit or something?" She asked him as she glanced over to him... and a very large friend that seemed to have joined him. An eyebrow raised as she studied the monstrous being beside Kranak for a moment. "Hey Al, remind me to get that guy's number." She muttered to Alora before they got the order to roll out. Shai fell into the row along with the rest and looked to her new crush as they marched. "Okay sexy, listen up. Rebels got some kyber crystals they got from somewhere and they wanna use it for a superweapon of some sort. We're gonna sneak in through kriffin' sewers to get into their compound and steal them back. We gotta keep low profile for as long as possible. Once we get there, we'll split into two teams." She quickly explained to him.

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Much to the dismay of Shai and likely everyone else, they arrived at the sewer entrance. "We should have given you guys a karking body skin and a helmet before we rolled out." She commented to the Jedi and Gorth as she watched them recoil from the smell. "Yeah no, Kark this." She grumbled as she paced in circles for a few seconds to try and hype herself up. "Kranak, I'm gonna ring your karking bell after this." She activated her helmet's rebreather system and made sure her suit was sealed tight. She didn't want to feel it and she didn't want to smell it. And if her rebreather ran out of juice, that was fine as well.

She finally took a deep breath and stepped up to the entrance. "Ma raised a harpy, not a chicken..." She muttered, stepping forward to fall into the sewer. Her repulsor boots came to life and gently let her touch down without much of a splash. Her visor flashed green for a brief second as she activated her night vision.

With fast breathing and shaky hands on her rifle, she followed after Kranak with her head on a swivel. If the heat wasn't so high, she would have used thermals to keep an eye on the water beneath them as well. Her heart pounded in her chest as she checked around them and made extra sure that their comrades were fine as well. Subconsciously she stuck close to Sasha and Alora whilst trying to remain in formation. Even the Jedi might be able to pick up exactly what Shai thought of this.

She was blissfully unaware, however, of the danger that lurked in the sewers...
 
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// KREK // ARMS FOR HIRE // HUMBLE SERVANT //
// POSITION // V'SHAR // SEWERS //
// OBJECTIVE // DEFEND // THE OBSTACLE //
// FOCUS // Kranak Vizsla Kranak Vizsla Sasha Kryze Sasha Kryze Alora Vizsla Alora Vizsla Valery Noble Valery Noble Ishida Ashina Ishida Ashina Shai Maji Shai Maji Thonn Rokkal Thonn Rokkal Gorthalon Gorthalon Tarre Priest Tarre Priest //
// EQUIPMENT // EVERYTHING BUT THE KITCHEN SINK //
// COMPANY // INSURRECTIONISTS AND MERCENARIES //



The light was dim and distant, but Krek was not often wrong about where to find enemies. Perhaps the patrol was too slow, too dull -- his instincts pushed him forward. The rest of his squadron had followed him down into the sewers, but they were not as driven as he was; they preferred their lives to sating their bloodlust. Weak.

Someday soon he wouldn't be chained to such creatures any longer.

In Krek's rush forward he found himself alone, only his heavy steps on the stone to accompany him -- until he saw the light ahead. Creatures gathered at the bottom of a ladder, intent to push onward. From what he could tell they hadn't noticed him; their eyes were not as good as cybernetic enhancements. Two hundred meters of darkness separated them.

No point in waiting any longer. He took the massive
assault cannon in his hands and leveled it. Moments later, plasma spat from the barrel, lighting up the cavern as the bolts flew to their targets -- followed moments later by a pair of dumb-fire rockets from the second barrel.
 
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Alora looked up and up and up at Ori'ramikad. The violet visor glowed in silence as the young Mandalorian stared at the really bit person that showed up. What was with everyone being so huge? Like half the team had their heads in the clouds.

Her attention swung back to Shai as the fierce woman commented about Ishida. "Okay!" Alora slipped in a little closer to the Jedi Ishida Ashina Ishida Ashina . "To answer your question," the volume on her helmet was dialed down low just between Alora and Ishida, "not well. You manage it without getting caught and it benefits the mission, he'll get over it. You get caught or the only benefit is you being clean? He might shoot ya." Nah, Kranak wouldn't shoot them. Maybe. No promises.

Then Shai asked Alora to remember something, which caused her to straighten up and stare at the Mega Giant among them. "Uh huh," was all Alora said absently. Get his number. Yep, Shai was back to her normal self right now. Getting into all the trouble. 'Course, Alora could see the allure, but somehow... well... Well, it'd be okay for Shai anyway.

Kranak had them all snap to in short order though, which had Alora right ready to go. Much fun as she had, there was a time to be serious and Mission Time was it.

Once they arrived at the insertion point even Alora gave a pensive groan. Kranak of course had no trouble opening the thing. Was that because he didn't want to give Shai's Techie friend an opportunity to feign it was rusted shut? Alora totally wouldn't do that. While on a mission unless there really was a better way in. Good to know their leader knew his way around automated slicing tech though. Some people couldn't even manage to turn those things on -- it was quite amusing to watch.

Shai prowled about not happy -- as expected -- of their impending forray into the underdark. "Pretty sure she raised a dragon," Alora quipped softly as the big gal pulled it together to drop in.

Alora strode up to the hole with a shrug. She hopped in without bothering with the rungs intent on her signature jetpack flourish and stylish landing... that as usual was ruined by some thick goon with a gun! Just like Kaddak!

Not long after touch down with the pack snapped off, a rain of cannon fire filled the tunnel. Both of Alora's hands dropped to her sides and drew her disruptors to immediately return fire as she ducked to the left. <"Hostile contact."> she sent over the secure comm channel.


 

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"Hell, if you do that right now I'll karking buy you a drink."

Ishida’s rogue grin deepened. The idea of a drink as a reward wasn’t appealing, but the goading encouragement to deviate from the standard was certainly intriguing.

"I like her, let's take her back with us."

And the sense of camaraderie, while uncomfortable, was sort of nice too. In a distant sort of way that she’d realize long after the mission.

"I thought the Jedi didn't do mind-altering substances?"

Her brows furrowed, knitting together in confusion. What had – it dawned on her that he might not have overheard the Mandalorian start with the folding planet in half comment, and had only heard Ishida’s rebuttal.

Her façade returned to something neutral, and she offered a shrug.

“The Force works in mysterious ways.” Was all she cryptically offered.

"To answer your question, not well. You manage it without getting caught and it benefits the mission, he'll get over it. You get caught or the only benefit is you being clean? He might shoot ya."

He might try. Ishida thought in response but kept her indignant comments to herself for once. Petulance alongside a new ally, and threatening the respect amidst their ranks would not bode well for future partnerships.

Especially when there was so much emphatic enthusiasm for this one. They’d said it themselves, the group could fold the planet in a matter of days if they were so inclined.

She offered a nod of comprehension and tossed in a shrug, the combination of gestures trying to assert her willingness to go with the flow. She was less concerned about the stench and discomfort of the sewers, and more concerned about them all creeping in, going one direction in a tight space, en masse.

The odour itself verged on sulfuric. Most everyone had something to say, so the Padawan remained silent and kept her wonderings to herself, though it was effectively a repeat of what the primary diet of V’Shar was.

"We should have given you guys a karking body skin and a helmet before we rolled out."

Ishida gave a dismissive roll of her shoulders, though she appreciated the sentiment. Stormclouds shifted forward to the Jedi Master, who was just as exposed.

“We’ll be fine.” She promised as she lifted the rebreather fastened around her neck to sit over the lower half of her face. Taking a few seconds to tie it over her hair, she continued to observe the interesting collection of fabled warriors. They moved so surely, so heavily. <Thank you, though.> She spoke through the modulated Bryn’adûl’s teeth.

Down, down, down they went. Plunging below the city’s streets and to the forgotten wastes that helped keep the above world clean. All she could hear was footsteps. Sloshing through ankle-high waters, her senses had no choice but to be alert.

Seconds before the darkness ignited, Ishida felt a flare of danger.

<Take cover!> She called forward, hoping her voice would travel through the tight space. She’d fallen into somewhere in the middle of the line, to help break up the mix of Jedi and Mandalorians. The surprise was tangible, but the

<"Hostile contact.">

<Should have avoided the sewers after all.> Ishida grumbled, partly to herself, partly in a callback to the Vizsla as she darted past, weaving her way through any of the bodies ahead of her. She ran forward, inhumanly fast, and activated her blade midway.

Master Noble had volunteered to take the lead of their ragtag crew, and Ishida wouldn’t try and take that opportunity from her. Besides, someone was going to need to provide defence so the Mandalorians could do what they did best and shoot down whatever had the gull to target them.

<On your left, Master Noble!> She raced past the Jedi Master and ran, seemingly unprotected, into the salvo that tore holes into the sewer walls.

The light from the cannon was blinding and everywhere. It drew the Padawan toward it like a moth to the flame, and she zig-zagged like a cat to try and avoid the blasts that threatened her heels, shoulders, hips.

She slid low, disgusting water spraying from her impact as she moved in below the levelled cannon fire and, through the muck and stink, moved in to slide through the legs of the massive cyborg attacker, drawing her sabre against its ankle to unsteady and disable it. Or at least unbalance it and give the mandos a bit more time to breathe over the constant onslaught of blasterfire.

With any luck, she’d end up on the other side and the metal monster could be a shield for whatever return fire the others delivered.


LIGHTBRINGERS: Kranak Vizsla Kranak Vizsla | Valery Noble Valery Noble | Thonn Rokkal Thonn Rokkal | Sasha Kryze Sasha Kryze | Shai Maji Shai Maji | Alora Vizsla Alora Vizsla | Vren Rook Vren Rook | Kranak Vizsla Kranak Vizsla | Valery Noble Valery Noble | Sasha Kryze Sasha Kryze | Tarre Priest Tarre Priest | Gorthalon Gorthalon
BIG SHOOTY: Krek Libera Krek Libera

 


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OBJECTIVE: INTERROGATE THE HYPERLANE LEAK
CORUSCANT | SIA HEADQUARTERS | INTERROGATION FACILITY
Okkeus Dainlei Okkeus Dainlei | CLOSED

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"Hm." The Chiss offered in response to the Knight's distrust of the senate, and their relationship with The Defense Force. For a moment, she closed her eyes as if lost in deep consideration. She wasn't, really, of course. The movements of the Defense Force were controlled by the Senate, it was true, but there was an encroaching lack of balance between the two superpowers of the galactic government. One that she'd tip the scales of eventually.

And as of right now, this is my first integration with y'all that work in the Intelligence section."

For further rapport, her ruby eyes snapped open and she forced forward a knowing grin.

"We like to keep it that way, for the most part."

"The route was found by me when I was traveling by the planet Nyeon. I felt it through the force and decided to check it out."

"Through the Force." M repeated and adjusted the fold of her coat against her waistline. His explanation was sparse, a typical technique for someone who didn't want to share everything. She was well familiar with the necessity to establish some level of understanding to trade information back and forth.

"On Copero," she began, "There's a school of youths called ozyly-esehembo, or "sky-walkers". These are Chiss children, who are sensitive to the Force in an unusual way. They have the power of third-sight.

When I was young, one of my dearest friends was a sky-walker. She used to help the Ascendancy navigate the dangerous hyperlanes of the Unknown Regions far more quickly and safely than traditional navicomputers. She'd tell me what the sensations felt like, what she saw, and how she saw it."


Her voice dropped, becoming strangely soft. Her gaze moved from Okkeus to some unidentified spot on the wall, looking distant. "Her daughter was in her first year on Copero, only seven years old, when the Maw attacked the school and abducted the children. Took her for their own means."

For a few heartbeats, M remained silent. Letting dread swell from her belly to her heart, and letting that feeling of loss permeate from her core.

"It's a shame navigators rarely have the propensity of foresight beyond travel." Finally, she looked back to Okkeus. "The Maw will use these children against the forces of good in the galaxy. They're too young to fight back, to know any better." Her voice still hadn't regained its usual steadiness.



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It was go time. Having made contact with them, I stayed where I was. Monitoring all the going-ons of the urban environment. For someone who grew up hunting in jungles, it was different, but very much the same. Instead of Trees, rocks and ponds, it was streets, buildings, and alleys. Buildings could hide many enemies, but at the same time, could just be an empty space in which was wasted. Same as the trees back home.

My scope played heavily along the length of the walls and fortifications they had usurped from the previous tenants. It was a respectable location to try and pierce through. However, it wouldn't do well against the Enclave and the combined efforts of the Jedi among them.

Jedi and their religious gifts of power. Unique and quite useful tool, but one I was not all too keen on. So easily they could take power for themselves and see that they be rulers of much within this galaxy. As it has been done many, many times before over the eons of recorded history. Distrust was a thing, and until I met a Good Jedi, they are all under the question.

However, I was brought back to my thoughts quickly with two words. Ones in which I almost sighed and should have expected with this kind of situation. I had hoped it wouldn't be literally within minutes of the operations starting line.

Hostile Contact.

Since they were still within the sewers, I hoped that it would be contained within such, and that there would not be noise that generated from combat, would find its way to the surface. I opted to start doing my best to get in close with the Wall.

Gathering my supplies, I started to work on multiple plans in my head. Gathering some explosives, as well as more weapons that may be needed. While maybe not for my allies, it would be useful for myself. Thus, began my trek across the nearly open land to the wall.

Lets start with Plan Besh.
 
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Runi nodded slightly to Faith's inquiry regarding the Shaman's name. There was no need to interrupt with words, nor a desire to have her social partner unduly worried about forms of address.

"It is true that one's opposition can grow as quickly as their own forces," and often the 'forces of darkness' might grow faster in the short-term. "While they have their own aim for which they will kill and die for," as the Alliance and their allies did, "they lack our greatest weapon -- necessity. If the Maw is pushed back they may reorganize, but they will try again as history has born out time and time again. If the Alliance falls, however, life in the galaxy as a whole may be at risk. The determination and the necessity to protect one's self, one's family, and one's way of life can bring out great strength in a people that once believed their cause lost."

Ijaat Mereel then graced the pair with his presence and by removal of his buy'ce. Runi listened as Ijaat greeted Faith, and the woman in turn greeted him with familiarity. Faith was wed to a Mandalorian? Strong reason for the woman to understand their language and culture.

The mystic's visor turned to regard Ijaat for a moment before she replied, "Medical supplies, farming supplies, and ecologically-minded mining equipment or schematics and practices." Runi hadn't been granted authority prior to the meeting to dictate the needs of the Enclave, so she would leave matters of Trade and War to Ijaat, the Quartermaster, or Oldo. Matters of the day-to-day, however, should be gladly bring to Faith's attention. They might also be matters Alderaan as a collective whole would be far less apt to blanche at providing directly if the need arose.

The Enclave could build farming and construction equipment easily enough with the Forge and industry that had begun to appear. Medical supplies and farming supplies could be a little more difficult to come by in great quantity. Then the matter of mining... Undeniably the Mandalorian people would need raw materials to build everything from day-to-day to the war machine; Runi wanted to be sure those efforts did not sacrifice the ground under the feet of their loved ones for a conflict on the other side of the galaxy. Polluting a planet was a great sin, and they would be better off minimizing or avoiding the worst of it from the beginning.

"Educational material and a foundation for strong academic achievement would also be welcome." Mandalorian children and Foundlings should be provided every opportunity to learn life-form skills in addition to the means to defend their selves and loved ones. The future had to be assured in more ways than one.

 
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A warm smile graced the Senator's lips at the Quartermaster's gracious response. Whether anyone questioned her sincerity due to the reputation of Denon never bothered Dominique. Now, if someone were to express their thoughts on her being a puppet, however, she might be less inclined toward mutually beneficial arrangements. The Mandalorians were frank, but not stupid; if such thoughts crossed their mind no one had dared utter them.

Dominique watched as the Chancellor extended a Mythosaur Axe to the Mandalorian Quartermaster. Now historical artifacts of cultural significance were not her specialty (acquiring them was by legal or illegal means to garner favor), but even she couldn't help but admire such a... kingly gift. An expensive, but sure-fire way to extend a hand of friendship to a collective of warriors when the Alliance could use the help combating the Brotherhood. Was it needed? The Enclave would probably align with them just to kill Sith, but it was worth the price of such an artifact if it helped in even the smallest way seal the deal.

Surprisingly, the Mandalorians had a gift of their own. It never hurt to exchange gifts, but Dominique hadn't thought it a custom of a warrior culture. Dominique did not know a great deal of their less militant way of life, however. An oversight, perhaps? They were not the Bryn, after all. Much as their reputation proceeded them, the Mandalorians did want more than to conquer. How much more was to be explored; as well as how that could be used to acquire credits and influence.

More surprising was the craftsmanship of those gifts. Tithe was admittedly taken in as well, but weaponry was not his forte. Dominique knew enough to see their quality and how they were quite fetching in terms of credits as well. To think they had such artisans here. Dominique would have to explore the untapped potential; even if the products were not made here, their designs would be welcome throughout the galaxy.

With that out of the way, the Quartermaster bid them all to sit. Time to set to the task they had all assembled here today for.

Oldo, however, would have the lion-share of the diplomatic speak. Fanciful words about law, order, and unity. All well and good -- peace was good for business -- but the same story heard around the galaxy. After all, he pointed out their growing military cooperation in surrounding regions as well; as bringing Order to the Outer Rim was no small feat -- one that required supplies, no doubt. Thus, war was good for business.

Dominique had to admit, the Mandalorian desire for naval resources would be quite lucrative. Not to mention their desire for an internal market. By all means, encourage commerce, she thought.

"Such would also facilitate transports and cargo vessels to make the journey to these regions; there would be less reliance on the Mara Corridor and the customs checks that may result in its usage." Ships that traveled outside the hyperspace corridor would need to use more fuel, but be able to ferry materials and goods that might otherwise be restricted or banned -- disruptor technology that Mandalorians enjoyed, for example. The Chancellor's thought on safe passage and refueling could help enterprising souls take more direct routes to Enclave space.

 
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Location: Briefing Room
Valery: Appearance
Ally Tag: Kranak Vizsla Kranak Vizsla Alora Vizsla Alora Vizsla Thonn Rokkal Thonn Rokkal Shai Maji Shai Maji Ishida Ashina Ishida Ashina Vren Rook Vren Rook Sasha Kryze Sasha Kryze Gorthalon Gorthalon
Baddy Tag: Krek Libera Krek Libera


As the Mandalorians and Jedi were dropping down into the sewers, Valery stepped forward and also sensed the imminent danger that was about to strike. She turned to face it and from deeper within the sewers, flashes could be seen. Her gaze narrowed as her focus grew more intense, and with a flourish, two identical purple lightsabers burst into existence.

With a series of fluid rotations and quick parries, she began deflecting the fire away from those behind her, allowing them the time to find cover or even use her as cover. But as the initial wave of fire was dealt with, Valery began to fall deeper into the Force, hoping to manipulate the angle of interception with the guidance of the Force in such a way that blaster bolts went back over their original trajectory.

With great speed, she kept this up until she noticed the dumb fire rockets coming their way. She blinked and very quickly stopped the rotations of one blade to direct a hand up. She channeled the Force and guided the rockets up against the ceiling of the sewers. The explosion was loud, but at least the blast wouldn't hit them.

Then through the smoke, she watched a figure move and she heard a voice.


<On your left, Master Noble!> She raced past the Jedi Master and ran, seemingly unprotected, into the salvo that tore holes into the sewer walls.

Valery smirked and watched as the Padawan elegantly maneuvered through the waves of blaster bolts that came for them. But the closer she got, the more difficult this would be. So at the final few meters, Valery disengaged one blade fully and extended a hand out towards the Padawan to project a Barrier of Force energy around her. The bubble absorbed a few bolts, and dissipated as Ishida tried to pass underneath the goliath they were fighting.

"Go get him," she muttered before she believed it was time to advance. The Mandalorians were likely returning fire at this point, and looking to take down the aggressor. But Valery had an idea of her own, and one that wasn't going to put her too much into the firing line of the Mandalorians.

With the hand she used to project the Force Barrier, she now targetted the powerful cybernetic legs of the creature that she stood face-to-face with. Her fingers began to curl and gradually, she began to apply a great deal of pressure in an attempt to crush his legs. Ideally, it would topple him over and keep him from moving, but she didn't know how strong they were exactly. The pressure would at least make it more difficult to move, or so she hoped.


"Take him down!" she called out for the Mandalorians. She had done her defensive part, now it was time for them to deliver the final hits alongside Ishida.
 
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Ishida made an odd expression, though as soon at she made it it vanished back into nothing. Thonn too raised an eyebrow at the display, though his face could not be seen beneath his obscuring beskar helmet. First speaking nonsense, and now making faces. He figured it a sign that she truly was in her own little world.
“The Force works in mysterious ways.” Was all she cryptically offered.
Which he interpreted as Jedi-speak for 'I am on some mind-kriffing stuff right now.' But what a weird way to admit it. And what did the Force have to do with it? Was Force Intoxication a thing?

"Oh don't worry, Thonn, if people deserve it, I'd say they get a pass." She quipped.
Shai had a point, they had plenty more to worry about. Thonn looked to her with a shrug; the Jedi had they own customs and ways, strange as they apparently were. Besides, he wouldn't wanna get all preachy. He detested the Jedi out of belief that they were preachy, and he wasn't about to resort to hypocrisy.

As Kranak gave a nod, Thonn gave a nod back. His cannon was fully loaded and ready to blast at any unfortunates that may be down in the sewers with them. He glanced next at Gorth'alon with the same courteous nod he'd returned to Kranak. A new one he'd neither met nor spoken to, but if he was here, he was vode. Kinship was unconditional and automatic. Thonn was more than happy to have another with them for this effort.

They wouldn't be long. Once Kranak had finished his briefing, all took formation under his guidance. Thonn moved up towards the front, ready to engage upon any hostiles they may bump into. Once a firefight starts, seizing control of it is of utmost importance. A high volume of blaster fire does plenty towards that end. If he couldn't mow them down outright, pinning them down would grant his allies initiative. He had his team to rely on after all, and a fine one they were.

Up at the front with him was Valery. Thonn didn't trust Jedi, but her suggestion was wise. She could provide cover with her lightsaber, and he could provide firepower through his rotary cannon. A strategically sound pairing of skillsets, if they had to work with Jedi.

In only a moment, it would be demonstrated that the notion was not just wise, but timely.
A flurry of plasma fire lit up the sewers as Thonn plunged in with the rest. He'd not even had a chance to initiate upon their foe who had laid in wait for them. But with Valery at the front and providing cover through her lightsaber; Thonn was quick to use this to push up towards the front himself, where he could open fire without the risk of friendly fire.

"In position; engaging with cannonfire!" Thonn bellowed the verbal signal though the comms once he was near the front. Once he was near Valery he held his Z-6 rotary cannon in position and opened with a long salvo from a kneeling position – keeping his arc of fire tilted up to strike at it's body while ensuring Ishida had space to do her work. And she had done well, making a quick approach and striking at it's legs.

"Take him down!"
More words of wisdom; Thonn would work to do just that with the trigger kept down to unleash a continued storm of blaster fire.
 
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T H E
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Objective: Establish Relations
Location: Ra'ntisr Capitol, New Krostport, Hefi
Tag: Ijaat Mereel Ijaat Mereel | Vemric Keldra | Verin Oldo Verin Oldo | Seto Du Couteau Seto Du Couteau | Runi Kuryida Runi Kuryida | Dominique Vexx Dominique Vexx | Kronn K'taris Kronn K'taris | Aerarii Tithe Aerarii Tithe

The Chancellor certainly had a way with words. Most Mandalorians were not born orators; their preferred weapons were beskad and blaster, not spoken word and written speeches. A blessed few, such as the Quartermaster herself, were charismatic enough that their words still carried a raw sort of power, but they still felt inadequate when chalked up to the Chancellor's eloquence.

She carefully listened to his words, reading into the implied meaning that was veiled behind his honeyed tongue. She may not have a mastery of oration, but she fully understood the nature of bartering -- such a thing came natural for someone who had spent most of her life crafting and trading with Mandalorians. "The situation in the Outer Rim is dire," she concurred, "but the Frontier is not irredeemable. We have already eradicated pirates and their criminal sympathizers in the Kaddak and Lyran systems. As our power grows and friends multiply, soon we hope to restore stability to all of the Outer Rim and Wild Space."

The Mandalorian armor made a deal of tilting her head in a show of consideration to the Chancellor's remarks. "Our infrastructure is lacking, but also rapidly being developed, even as we speak. Soon it will be well within our capabilities to dock and support warship sized-vessels. However," she added, ironing her voice ever so slightly, "You must understand that with my people's history, trust is not something easily given away, not after the last government we put our faith into betrayed us in every meaning of the word. However, if there was some guarantee that the starships we gave berth to were not just from friends, but steadfast allies with wills aligned. . . that is a much more promising possibility."

 

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