Faction The Hunt | The Enclave

[The Quartermaster]

T A T O O I N E

"When one chooses to walk the Way of the Mandalore, you are both hunter and prey. How can one be a coward if one chooses this way of life?"

The Enclave. Once, it had been a safe harbor for a culture and people on the verge of extinction, of annihilation. It had provided refuge for the weary. It had provided aid for the sick and injured. It had been a place where Mandalorians could not only survive, but rebuild. Even if Mandalore's fate itself was uncertain, the spark of the Mando'ade's flame would not be lost from the galaxy forever.

And now? Mandalore once more was free. The Sith had been driven off the homeworld of the Mandalorian people, and once more it seemed that destiny would favor the Mando'ade after all.

Yet, dark clouds loomed on the horizon. Not all were comfortable or even accepting, of the new reign of Mand'alor the Reclaimer. Some denounced him as a false pretender to the throne, and others merely waited to see what sort of leader this new warrior would be before they pledged their support. But in the Enclave, neutrality remained -- and in some cases, was forcibly enforced. The Enclave would not specifically endorse any one of the multiple factions vying for political control of the clans, because the Enclave was never meant to be a political faction in the first place.

It was first and foremost a haven for all who followed the creed of the Mando'ade, a safe harbor for all who chose to walk the Way of Mandalore. And forever it would remain that way.

As uncertainties flitted about through the Mandalorian community, that did not mean there was no work to be done. The Enclave had embraced it's voluntary, bounty-hunter like role of criminal enforcement in the Confederacy's underbelly -- the Karjr, the Marshals of the Underworld. The Confederate government had treated the Enclave with the utmost grace and respect -- not only had granted them permission to build in their territory but with which they had negotiated the purchase of the entire continent of Daba'r, the spiritual birthplace of the Mandalorians where Mand'alor the First had rallied the clans to his banner.

A debt owed was a debt paid. Those who were willing, and who wanted to earn enough standing with the Enclave that they would even be able to purchase the limited amount of wares that the Forge had to offer, were paid to do the most unsavory and dangerous of tasks. The eliminating of crime bosses. The strikes into the most unsavory and untouchable places of Confederacy, to restore order where public officials and law enforcement could or would not. It was dangerous. It was bloody. And it was the way of Mandalore.

And now? Perhaps the biggest job had come in yet. A monster had been terrorizing the desert world of Tatooine -- more specifically, a Greater Krayt Dragon -- had been terrorizing the spaceport of Mos Eisely. IT had begun slowly, with the occasional picking off of a lone Bantha, or Eopie, but it had progressed so far that an entire herd had been lost in a single attack. It was only a matter of time before it was a sentient being whose life was lost, or a docking bay that was consumed in the maw of the beast, all of which were completely unacceptable. In desperation, Mos Eisely had offered a bounty of sixty-thousand credits to whoever could slay the beast, an opportunity that many jumped at.

None of them came back.

With each day, the likelihood of a deadly attack grows nearer -- and as it does, Mos Eisely has become more desperate. Now, they are offering a total reward of one-hundred-and-fourteen-thousand credits to whoever can slay the dragon once and for all. An opportunity too good for the Enclave to pass by. The things that such a large amount of credits could buy, and all of them desperately needed. . . it is imperative that the Enclave be able to secure this prize.

Venture to Tatooine. Step into the beast's lair. And let your blaster fire completely and fully slay the dragon, once and for all.

Spoiler: Tag

Akshae Numek
Aloy Vizsla
Aria Nox
Aselia Verd
Garza
Caeos Prahl
Corvus Dravere
Darsch Vizsla
Gaia Sunaris Cadera
Ghost of Cin'Vode
Haastal Haran
Hinah Dragr
Jerrick Shado
Kale Onara
Kandosii Ka'rta
Kar Bakar
Karsan Munin
Kelisea Dragr
Kes Stag
Kreslin Westwind
Mig Gred
Miria Tanau
Oya Bralor
Rav Bralor
Scald
Siv Dragr
Stardust Solus Skirae
Talon Richwood
Tan'yill Vizsla
Zahim Markona
Tarre Priest
Torrack Torrackstur
Tristan Ortega
Uriel Kahn
Vaux Gred
Zephyr Krayt
Zurin

Spoiler: Reward

• x10 Shards
• x1 Legendary Token
• Krayt Dragon Spoils/Trophies/etc.

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[Radon Krayt]

Only a handful of jobs had brought him to Tatooine before and with the benefit of hindsight, none had been worth his time. His targets had always been desperate to disappear. To flee to the most uninhabited corners of the galaxy. Those were usually the kind of contracts that made him visit the forsaken planet of his ancestors. But this job in particular was nothing of the sort.

Under normal circumstances, the Mandalorian clad in white wouldn't take such a contract. Not even for a million credits. But he was not here for himself. He was here on behalf of the Enclave and his Clan. Especially the latter was what drove him to volunteer. The very beast they were supposed to exterminate was the one that had given his Clan its name. The dragon was their symbol, and the dragon was what called him here. Not the reward. Not the Enclave. But the disgrace he would be if he didn't show up.

The first head of Clan Krayt, a Mandalorian by the name of Jaron Ozel had slain such a dragon before; albeit a smaller one. It was up to him to carry on that legacy and thus, he came prepared. The Mandalorian in white carried a backpack with more than three times his usual arsenal. Ten proximity bombs, six Thermal Detonators, five firebombs and two gas grenades. It was all he could afford for a single contract, but hopefully more than enough to at least maim the beast. After all, he wouldn't have to kill it by himself. No, there were other Mandalorians here as well. No doubt with a plan of their own. But what they would need here was teamwork. Coordination and planning would bring them victory. Not pointless heroics and blasterfire. That was why, as unusual as it was, Radon would be the first to speak up.

"So... Does anyone have a bright idea as to how we're going to kill this monster?"​

 

[Siv Dragr]

H U N T E R

Tag: Radon Krayt
Word Count: 614

In his time spent as a mercenary and bounty hunter, Siv Dragr had set foot on Tatooine his fair share of times. He thought that the title is held as the most wretched hive of scum and villainy, an oft-repeated phrase that could be applied more accurately to a plethora of different worlds.

That being said, it wasn't like Siv cared enough to try and change the underworld's entire vernacular.

In Siv's experience, people came to Tatooine for two reasons -- they were escaping the complexity of life found offworld for the simple and isolated life as a moisture farmer, or animal herder, or miner on Tatooine, or they were here to exploit the first group. Crime Lords, Gangsters, Opportunists, those who could use their superior credits and resources to establish a subjugation on the world.

Tatooine had changed, that was true. Now under the Confederacy of Independent Systems, slavery on the world had been by and large abolished. And with every expedition that the Karjr made, the criminal underworld too was losing its grip on Tatooine. Soon it might be nothing more than a desert backwater on which someone could rest and retire. It was a simple life, but it would be a peaceful life.

But before that was to happen, first the mother Tatooine's nature, at least what ever nature there was on the twin-sun planet, had to be quelled. The residents of Tatooine would not be able to rest until the beast that terrorized them -- the Greater Krayt Dragon -- was vanquished. And now that task had fallen to the warriors of the Mando'ade. It reminded Siv of the hunts that the Clan Warriors would undertake, back before he had earned his own Beskar'gam and passed his Verd'gotten.

But this was no ordinary hunt. From the tales that he had heard of and the limited data he'd been able to scrounge from the HoloNet during the hyperspace jump to Tatooine, Greater Krayt Dragons were beasts that grew to fearsome sizes. They swam through the sands of Tatooine as if it were liquid. They were able to sense the vibrations that ships made in the air, and their skin was near-impervious to blaster fire. Killing this dragon would not be an easy task, that was to be sure.

He was in a corner of a cantina, somewhat sparse in the mid-day heat, seated at a table with fellow Mandalorians who had volunteered to undertake the mission on behalf of the mission. The first to speak up was a warrior clad in white, bearing the symbol of Clan Krayt and the name Radon -- a rather ironic name, given it was the beast that they were hunting. "So... Does anyone have a bright idea as to how we're going to kill this monster?" Radon asked, breaking the silence.

Siv looked around, before pulling out a miniature holoprojector that he set on the table. With a press of the button, a map of Tatooine was projected above in holographic clarity. Siv stood up. "We're here, in Mos Eisely," he said, indicting the small dot that appeared on the map as he talked, "and from the data that the folk here have gatherd, the Krayt's lair is somewhere in this area," he said, giving a wave to a circular portion of the map. "Problem is, that's Sand People territory. We're going to need to coordinate with them if we are to pass through their lands peacefully. They might even know where this dragon is."

The holoprojector keyed off. "But we're going to need some heavy ordnance to take this thing down. Anyone got suggestions for that?" he asked, casting a helmeted glance around the circular table of Mandalorians.
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[Kes Stag]

Location: Tatooine
Objective: The Hunt
Tags: Siv Dragr Radon Krayt

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"Heaven offers nothing the mercenary soul can desire"
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Kes sat at the table in the cantina and listened in to the others as they spoke and for a brief moment he thought back on accepting the contract. So far his views of the Enclave had been good, they offered decent contracts and paid well but as more of their members turned to rooting out criminals within the confederacy the more wary he became. An arms dealer's primary contract was the underworld and the hutts had always payed well for bounties or mercenary work. He'd watch the so called Karjr continue their work and hope he wouldn't be put at odds with them any time soon.

Kes snapped back to the conversation at hand, scheming and talking about how to take out the beast. Once the other two had stopped talking Kes put in his own bit of input. "We could coordinate with the Tuskens or we could kill 'em all and get on with it. We'd only be helping the locals" he said. At the mention of heavier weapons the arms dealer smiled under his helmet. "I had a job running a few guns for some indecent folk out to Nar Kraga canceled and while I sold back the weapons to my seller, I might have a few bits of surplus weaponry. But it may not be enough." Kes turned to stare at those who had taken up the role as underworld marshals. "Shame Tatooine's underworld is dying out. I reckon we would've been able to get our hands on some lovely bits of ordnance before hand." he said in a cold tone.

Kes then turned to his omnilink and began running through what he had in his ships cargo hold. He looked up back to the others "2 OL-7s with 3 rockets each. Got a batch of detonators as well in there." he said before looking back around to the others. "I'd like to be compensated if we use my munitions. I don't like wasting credits." he continued before leaning back into his chair.

 

[Mig Gred]

Mig looked out at the city, his sister Vaux next to him, and both seeming lightly armored compared to the others. Like many of his people, Mig was... wary about the new Mand'alor. It wasn't that he didn't think he was good, but.... He'd been burned before by a Mand'alor. Right after the fall of Mandalore. He closed his eyes before moving to look at the others. Their job today was a dangerous one. One he'd never quite taken before. Kill a Krayt Dragon.

This wasn't something he expected in his life, but now he was hear to hunt quite possibly the most dangerous land creature that existed. He looked around at the other, hearing the questions come in. The last time he was on Tatooine, he'd happed to help a fellow Mando, now he was hunting something worse than a Bryn or Sith. It wasn't long before Mig heard what Kes said about the Tuskens, leaving him to shake his head.

"Way the Tuskens see it, they're the locals. You deal with them fairly, and they'll be fair with you." He then looked at Radon, then Siv, calling on some past experience. "I've never fought a Krayt Dragon, but if they're anything like Bryn death worms firepower's a must. I put a full shock into one and it only ticked it off." Mig would sit, thinking again before hearing Kes again. He shook his head a little, trying to think if that was enough.

"I'm not sure. Six rockets and some detonators seems a bit slim, unless these detonators are more powerful than I'm thinking."

Siv Dragr Kes Stag Radon Krayt

 

[Vaux Gred]

Vaux had worked as a Karjr for a while now, but CIS space still wasn't a comfortable place to the pilot. He armored flight suit cover her worries today though, and Tatooine was honestly a... more calming planet for her. Few people. Mostly locals. It was just... easier for her to handle. The pilot turned to look, using her helmet to keep any from seeing her worries about this. She'd heard stories around the planets megafauna, and didn't like what she'd heard.

She looked at her brother and Kes, rolling her eyes before speaking up. "Boys, focus. We're hear to kill a dragon, not Tuskens." She then pointed to the map, looking curiously as she prepped her weapons. They needed a lot of explosives from what Siv said, and Kes had some, they weren't sure if they were enough though. Vaux looked over at the landing area, thinking.

"You think some starfighter ordinance could bulk those explosives enough?" Vaux sounded pretty sure as she said it, knowing a lot of the refitting her and her brother's clan had done. Seemed like it could work. She was still more quiet though, waiting for the answer.

Siv Dragr Kes Stag Radon Krayt

 

[Radon Krayt]

Radon leaned back in seat, calmly studying the holographic map presented by Siv Dragr . The man had a point; they would have to coordinate with the Tuskens if they wanted to get this done. There was no way they'd survive a Tusken ambush with the amount of explosives they were going to be carrying. That was why, when the question arose whether they should coordinate or kill, he was in favor of coordinating. Although he did not share his opinion, for the members of Clan Gred already ended that discussion.

"The warriors of Clan Krayt have traditionally studied and fought canyon krayt dragons before." The Mandalorian clad in white kept his eyes trained on the map as he spoke. "Some of my more... overconfident Clansmen were foolish enough to try and seek out the Greater Krayts on their own." It almost made him chuckle. There had been a time where he himself considered going after the beasts. But he was much older and wiser now... Or so he thought. "Naturally, none returned with the trophies they hoped to obtain... If they returned at all." Despite knowing the horrific tales of his Clan, he was still not fazed enough to be discouraged from trying. After all, that was why he was here. "But what they did obtain, was valuable information. Its scales may be near-impervious, but its belly is not." Apart from the disfigurements caused by the dragon's acid, it was the only reoccurring detail in his Clansmen's tales. "If we can somehow get the starfighter ordnance to target its belly, I'm certain we can take it down." To him, that seemed like the most feasible way to kill the dragon. Although there was one major problem with it. How could they get the dragon to expose his underside?

Siv Dragr Kes Stag Mig Gred / Vaux Gred ​

 

[Vren Rook]

TAG: Radon Krayt | Siv Dragr | Kes Stag | Mig Gred | Vaux Gred

TATOOINE

Headless tip-yips.

Vren was leaning back in his chair, his one leg resting on the other's knee, regarding his comrades with half a smirk on his face. The back and forth about not having enough fire power or how to approach the Sand People almost made him yawn. It really did remind him of headless tip-yips.

The White Warrior's next words finally grabbed his attention. Finally some solution came out of someone's mouth. The Karjr cleared his throat. "I agree with Krayt. Target the underbelly with the bulk of our firepower and we're golden." he said, still leaning back in his chair.

The other problem was still the Tuskens. Vren himself wasn't fluent, but at least he knew how to ask for a Bantha or which way was South.
"As for the Sand People, we'll have to trade with them to keep their good graces. I don't know about you, but to me it would seem a total waste of ammo to have a shootout with the locals before even setting eyes on the dragon. I'm certain we all have some kind of trinket or other stored in the bellies of our ships. Unless someone else has a genius plan?" he said, hazel eyes looking at the group, eyebrows raised.

Vren was itching to get the show on the road. Sitting here and talking into next year will only make the problem so much bigger. He did not care for the trophies. To him, every second wasted here was a second closer to someone getting killed by this beast.

 

[Zephyr Krayt]

In an effort to solidify his placement in a new clan, Zephyr took the opportunity to accompany some members of his clan in slaying the Greater Krayt Dragon. While it was not out of place for members of the clan to slay Krayts, the kind they usually fought were the smaller Canyon Dragons which were still a challenge but not quite as formidable as their giant counterparts. While he was in an already very accepting clan, he wanted to prove that he accepted the clan as his own and cut ties to his previous clan in a self-induced rite of passage.

Around him were a few familiar helmets among the unfamiliar Mandalorians and for a while he just listened until a particular comment struck him. "Then save your credits. Half your munitions won't do a thing against that creature." He told Kes, finding the man's priorities odd. With a creature like the Greater Krayt, not even walking away with your life could be ensured.

Zephyr nodded in agreement with Rhion's information. While new to the clan, he knew they had an abundance of information on Krayt Dragons and even some on Tusken Raiders who had been gathering information on the beasts for far longer than the clan had been around. The intertwined histories meant the clan already had a working relationship with some tribes of Tuskens and it would be unwise to sacrifice their relationship simply for them being perceived as a nuisance. "There is no point in killing someone who is not your enemy. We work with the Tuskens." He said difinitively, although there was certainly an issue in their plan.

"I don't suppose anyone speaks their language?" He asked the group. It was not uncommon for members of his clan to be able to converse with Tusken Raiders but being new to the clan he didn't yet know anything about their language and he didn't want to pressure Radon as he didn't know how long his fellow clansman had been in the clan for either.

Radon Krayt Mig Gred Siv Dragr Vaux Gred Kes Stag

 

[Aloy Vizsla]

Spoiler: Vizsla's Song

Tag: Zephyr Krayt | Radon Krayt | Mig Gred | Vaux Gred | Kes Stag | Vren Rook | Siv Dragr |




Aloy was a frequent customer at the local cantina. She'd been coming to this place for nearly a decade now, Having taken contracts from the local bounty hunter's guild master since she was 15, Working with Vash. Despite having little reputation in the guild, She was known just well enough locally that she had her own booth, Which few locals ever sat at for fear of upsetting the mandalorian. It was a funny thing, She'd be more than willing to strike up a conversation over a drink if they could see past the grim helmet, But the galaxy by and large were a superstitious lot, And Mandalorians had a reputation that resulted in assumptions good and bad.

∗Dling∗ she strums her Ehn'briik while peacefully while sitting in her booth not far from the other mandalorians, Her clawed cybernetic foot up on the table and her skull-like helm bobbing gently along with her tune while she listened to the others.

Siv, Whom she had only met briefly once before, Was explaining the situation with the Kray dragon and the Tuskens. It was a fool's errand, She thought. Why couldn't the CIS just send their inexhaustible droid army and defend their own people, Hmm? And yet here they were.

Then came Kes, Who simply suggested killing the Tuskens, Which caused the Vizsla woman to miss one of her notes before continuing her song as if nothing happened...

Then came Vren and the two Kraty clansmen, Who all seemed to think in line with herself. Trade, Communication, Cooperation. It was when Zephyr Krayt asked if anyone could speak the the Tusken language that she finally stopped playing, Setting her stringed instrument aside as she stood, Making her way to the table the others had gathered around.

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Her cybernetic claws click against the sandstone floor with each step as she approaches, Stopping not far from Zephyr Krayt and raising her hand and knocking on the back of her helm with her knuckles.

<"This chip in my head contains a universal translator. Be it Jawa or Tusken, I hear Mando'a. And, I've spent time among the Tusken before... I know enough to mediate for both groups.">

She looks from side to side at everyone present, Waiting for questions or to move on with a plan of actions. She'd have to trade her stealth speeder of course, Which she wasn't looking forward to, But it was better than shooting the people she had once called friend.

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[Aerith Krayt]

It was strange wearing the new suit, but it had all the features that Aerith wanted in a combat suit. Enhanced strength, dexterity, and a hell of alot of fire power. Unfortunatly, it also took a heck of a long time to get the suit on. When she finally set foot off the ship, her clan seemed to already be in the middle of planning, as she listened to the discussion over her helmet com. Making the walk to the meeting point, she spotted another Mandalorian entering just ahead of her, so doing what she did best, Aerith kept quiet and followed in behind, the sound of hydronic and cybernetics however was fairly hard to miss.

As the woman made her claim about translating with her head piece, the Beskar shell of a woman kept silent, her eyes shifting to those she didn't recognize in the room. When Aloy finished her claim, Aerith spoke, her voice modulated by the armor at work. "So, we have everything worked out then? We can go kill the bastard?" She inquired, her weapon arm spinning up, as she was eager to put the suit to use. It would be nice to finally start this new Mando life she had been dragged into.

It was nice to be back in action.

Tag: Aloy Vizsla Siv Dragr Mig Gred Vren Rook Vaux Gred Kes Stag Zephyr Krayt Radon Krayt

 

[Tristan Ortega]

Tags: | Siv Dragr | Radon Krayt | Kes Stag | Mig Gred | Vaux Gred | Vren Rook | Zephyr Krayt | Aloy Vizsla |

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Wasn't this always the way? sitting around a cantina, bad drinks either in hand or at least in possession, listening to everyone around prattle on about who's idea was better than the next. But at least with this group, the ideas steadily became cohesive, and as such no shootouts or brawls broke out amongst the numbers.

Bummer. It had been a minute since there had been any need or free participation in a good brawl.

The drink in Tristan's hand was raised to her mouth; she had no need or care to hide her face at the moment with her helmet. She listened as the others gathered around talked about not only the weaknesses of their target - this Krayt dragon was not prey, after all - but primarily her focus was on the conversation about dealing with the Tusken Raiders.

Another long drink was pulled from her cup before she set it on the table beside her frame and sighed. "Maybe," she let out in comment to whomever had spoken up about them having everything they needed. "And it's good that someone has a translator for the Tuskens, but I can sign too." she did add with a glance around at those gathered around. "Still doesn't mean that this is going to go over well, even if everyone of us has something they deem worthy to trade. Its going to come down to how badly they- the Raiders, want this thing gone. How badly the beast is screwing up their lives."

Tris shrugged a shoulder and shifted forward in her seat to rest her arms against her thighs. "Once we figure that out for sure, then we'll know whether or not we've got extra trouble to worry about."

 

[Kale Onara]

Kale Onara sat nearby and listened in on the conversation and strategizing on how to take down the Krayt Dragon. There were good ideas he agreed with such as coordinating with the Sand People and they had brought quite a bit of firepower as well. He also had his own ordinance that he brought to this party as well. At this point he decided to put his two credits in, "Starship grade ordinance is a great idea. The only problem is that vibration from starship engines and repulsors tend to frighten a Krayt Dragon into going deep underground so you can forget an air strike." He said as he came up to the table with a big bottle of malt beer as he joined the group.

He gave everyone a nod in greeting and gave a small salute to Mig in particular. Mig had been very helpful recently in outfitting and customizing his YT-2000, the Beskar'Kal or Iron Sword and he considered the man a friend. "And there is one other vulnerability we could exploit in addition to targeting the belly of the beast." He stated as he opened the bottle and poured himself a glass before putting it in the middle of the table for everyone to partake in. Unlike the swill that passed for liquor in this dirt hole cantina, the ale was actually very smooth and tasty. It was a tradition for him to share a drink with fellow warriors before going on a hunt like this.

"The mouth." Kale continued. "That thing has a mouth that could easily swallow a small starship. If we manage to somehow get the dragon to swallow a large amount of explosives and remote detonate them, end of dragon. A couple of proton torpedo warheads would do the trick if we could somehow pull it off. What do you all think?"

 

[Siv Dragr]

H U N T E R

Tag: Radon Krayt | Kes Stag | Mig Gred | Vaux Gred | Vren Rook | Zephyr Krayt | Aloy Vizsla | Aerith Krayt | Tristan Ortega | Kale Onara
Word Count: 1,833

Siv folded his arms as the Mandalorians continued to discuss, his TKO-20 Valiance Heavy Blaster Pistol sticking out from the side where it was holstered on his hip. Some of the gathered Mandalorians stood, but more sat around the table. It was in ht middle of the Mos Eisely workday, and thus other than them the cantina was vacant other than a serving droid at the bar and prerecorded music echoing over the old speakers of the cantina.

"We could coordinate with the Tuskens or we could kill 'em all and get on with it. We'd only be helping the locals," one of the more confident Mandalorians, Kes Stag, suggested a hint of derision towards the natives of Tatooine in his voice. "I had a job running a few guns for some indecent folk out to Nar Kraga canceled and while I sold back the weapons to my seller, I might have a few bits of surplus weaponry. But it may not be enough," the warrior added in response to Siv's question of exactly how they would kill this thing.

One of the older and more experienced warriors, Mig Gred, interjected. "Way the Tuskens see it, they're the locals. You deal with them fairly, and they'll be fair with you." Mig looked at Radon and Siv, and when he turned his armored gaze towards Siv, the Karjr nodded in agreement. "I've never fought a Krayt Dragon," Mig added, "but if they're anything like Bryn death worms, firepower's a must. I put a full shock into one and it only ticked it off."

"Boys, focus. We're here to kill a dragon, not Tuskens," Mig's sister Vaux interjected. "You think some starfighter ordinance could bulk those explosives enough?" the woman asked, although from the tone of her voice she seemed pretty certain that it would be able to do the trick.

"Shame Tatooine's underworld is dying out, I reckon we would've been able to get our hands on some lovely bits of ordnance beforehand," Stag said in response with a cold tone as if almost in a challenge as he looked directly at Siv. Siv met that challenge with an unwavering stare, but he did not speak; he didn't wish to get into any quarrels right now. Maybe if Stag wanted to settle this in the Forge after, then they'd do that then.

Seeming to think better of it as well, and getting Siv's unspoken message, Stag dropped the stare and instead turned on a wrist holoprojector, flicking through what appeared to be a manifest of the warrior's cargo hold. He looked up back to the others, that same confident tone still in his voice. "2 OL-7s with 3 rockets each. Got a batch of detonators as well in there." he listed. "I'd like to be compensated if we use my munitions. I don't like wasting credits," Kes Stag finished as he leaned back in the booth.

Siv knew that Kes was a good fighter -- he'd heard the reports of the mission to Dxun -- but this wasn't some sort of business. They were all going to get paid, and accordingly, they were all going to chip in what they could to take this beast down. "Then save your credits. Half your munitions won't do a thing against that creature," a Mandalorian armored in a dark set of Beskar'gam spoke up, in challenge towards Stag.

"No need to raise voices," Siv spoke before things turned ugly, which in a group of Mandalorians could happen very quickly. "We're all in this as equals. Stag, you contribute and you get your share of the cut, same as everyone else," Siv replied shortly, his arms still folded, giving a slightly longer stare at the other Mandalorian to tell him to drop it. If Stag wanted extra compensation, he could always take it up with the Quartermaster later.

Mig spoke again. "I'm not sure. Six rockets and some detonators seems a bit slim unless these detonators are more powerful than I'm thinking," the Mandalorian stated thoughtfully, and Siv cocked his head to the side. He'd never seen a Krayt Dragon before either, such less fought one, but he tended to like to err on the side of caution.

The one in bleached-white armor spoke up once more. "The warriors of Clan Krayt have traditionally studied and fought canyon krayt dragons before." Radon's helmet remained pointed at the map, his head unmoving. Siv noticed that he spoke of the Canyon Krayt, the Greater Krayt's lesser cousin. "Some of my more... overconfident Clansmen were foolish enough to try and seek out the Greater Krayts on their own." A new tone had crept into Radon's voice. . . what was it? Bitterness? Sadness? Regret? "Naturally," the warrior continued, "none returned with the trophies they hoped to obtain... If they returned at all. But what they did obtain, was valuable information. Its scales may be near-impervious, but its belly is not. If we can somehow get the starfighter ordnance to target its belly, I'm certain we can take it down."

Siv nodded. As a member of Clan Krayt, the warrior would likely have a better understanding of exactly what they were up against than the rest of the gathered Mandalorians. But he was not the only one who wasn't done talking. Before he could agree with Krayt, one of the newer faces around the Enclave, Vren Rook, spoke up. "I agree with Krayt. Target the underbelly with the bulk of our firepower and we're golden."

"Starship grade ordinance is a great idea," a new voice interrupted. "The only problem is that vibration from starship engines and repulsors tend to frighten a Krayt Dragon into going deep underground, so you can forget an airstrike." Siv turned to see a Mandalorian approaching the group, speaking while handling a massive bottle of what looked to be malted beer. "And there is one other vulnerability we could exploit in addition to targeting the belly of the beast: the mouth." the warrior continued on as he popped open the bottle and poured himself a frothing glass before sliding the bottle to the center of the table for the others to partake in. It began to be passed around, but Siv politely declined with a wave of his hand when it came around to him, although he appreciated the gesture. "That thing has a mouth that could easily swallow a small starship. If we manage to somehow get the dragon to swallow a large number of explosives and remotely detonate them, that's the end of the dragon. A couple of proton torpedo warheads would do the trick if we could somehow pull it off. What do you all think?"

Siv considered his proposal. "What you're suggesting could work," he allowed. "It would be more difficult though, to get enough bait that it would swallow it without one of us going in it as well. We'll see what is the most optimal when we arrive at the dragon's layer," he decided for the group before turning to Vren, who indicated he wanted to speak.

Vren nodded in Radon's direction. "As for the Sand People, we'll have to trade with them to keep their good graces. I don't know about you, but to me, it would seem a total waste of ammo to have a shootout with the locals before even setting eyes on the dragon. I'm certain we all have some kind of trinket or other stored in the bellies of our ships. Unless someone else has a genius plan?" The warrior did not wear his helmet, and so Siv was able to watch as his hazel eyes passed over the group as it sought an answer from the rest of the assembled Mandalorians.

"I may have a few things in my hold I can offer to them," Siv suggested. "A few longrifles, blasters, stuff, and junk I've picked up over the few years. Something might be valuable to them," he said with a shrug. His experiences with the Sand People had been neutral; he'd learned that so long as he left them alone, they would do the same. An unspoken sort of pact of non-aggression, one could call it.

"There is no point in killing someone who is not your enemy. We work with the Tuskens," the same warrior who had spoken against Stag now said in a definitive manner. "I don't suppose anyone speaks their language?" he asked, looking around the room like Vren had.

Suddenly, Siv was aware of the distant plucks of a string instrument, the distinct tonal notes of a tri-harp. Siv turned partially to see a Mandalorian woman emblazoned with the signet of Clan Vizsla -- someone he knew as Aloy Vizsla -- setting down her instrument and approach the group, her armor clinking with each step. He waited for her to speak, and finally, she did. "This chip in my head contains a universal translator," she said, giving a rap on her helmet with a gauntleted hand. "Be it Jawa or Tusken, I hear Mando'a. And, I've spent time among the Tusken before... I know enough to mediate for both groups."

Everyone seemed to be in agreement and content with Aloy being the group mediator, so Siv shrugged in agreement as well. "So, we have everything worked out then? We can go kill the bastard?" one of them asked with an apparent tone of eagerness, and Siv unfolded his arms, nodding a yes.

Another female warrior spoke up before Siv had the chance to respond. "Maybe," she said in response to the first. "And it's good that someone has a translator for the Tuskens, but I can sign too." she added with a nod towards Aloy "Still doesn't mean that this is going to go over well, even if every one of us has something they deem worthy to trade. It's going to come down to how badly they- the Raiders, want this thing gone. How badly the beast is screwing up their lives."

The woman shrugged a shoulder and shifted forward in her seat to rest her arms against her thighs. "Once we figure that out for sure, then we'll know whether or not we've got extra trouble to worry about."

"We'll negotiate with the Sand People just enough to get passage for their lands and a more precise pinpoint of where the Krayt Dragon might be, but other than that we'll leave them out of this," Siv said in response to the woman's pessimistic and cautious, but not totally unreasonable assumption. "The Sand People aren't violent savages. So long as we honor them, they should do the same for us." He looked towards the ones who had been talking of bombs and ordnance. "It's true that we only got some sparing stuff to use against the dragon, but we'll be able to make do with what we have." He keyed off the holoprojector, picking it back up and stowing it away. "I hope you've all brought speeders. Otherwise, it's going to be a very long journey."
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[Aloy Vizsla]

M E D I A T O R

Tag: Siv Dragr | Aerith Krayt | Kale Onara | Tristan Ortega | Radon Krayt | Zephyr Krayt | Vren Rook | Mig Gred | Vaux Gred | Kes Stag

<"Rare that anyone gives the natives any consideration"> She says quietly to Tristan Ortega before leaning forward and putting her clawed cybernetic limb up on one of the empty chairs, Listening intently as the others continued their discussion. It was interesting to see them come to an agreement of sorts despite the diverse range of opinions, Something she wished to see throughout mandalorian communities, Though suspected she never would, If her meeting on bastion was any indication.

Then came Aerith Krayt , Who she immediately recognized, Thanks in part to her iconic armour, Even if it had changed recently.

<"Aerith?!"> She says over her shoulder in surprise <"To the point as ever. I didn't expect to see you here, Welcome aboard.">

Turning back to the table, She was met by the pleasant surprise of Kale Onara offering drinks, Eventually passing the bottle her way.

<"Thanks vod" She said enthusiastically, Taking her helmet off and setting it aside, Exposing her angular facial features, Blue eyes and vibrant but unkempt ginger hair while knocking back her drink.

"Mm. Good stuff."


Eventually, The discussion seemed to be coming to a close as the majority were in agreement and Siv began talking logistics. Speeders specifically.

"Yeah, Got a swoop bike. That might be trade though, But my current repulsorpack can last days at a time. Hell, I can scout ahead if ya like" She says with a smile, Proud that her family's designs were finally being put to good use in the form of the pack integrated into her backplate. Which is of course open market now.

 

[Kes Stag]

Location: Tatooine
Objective: The Hunt
Tags: Siv Dragr | Aerith Krayt | Kale Onara | Tristan Ortega | Radon Krayt | Zephyr Krayt | Vren Rook | Mig Gred | Vaux Gred | Aloy Vizsla

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"Heaven offers nothing the mercenary soul can desire"
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Kes grinned as his gaze locked with Siv but was soon interrupted as the rest in the group began speaking up. There was a very clear disdain for attacking the Tuskens, much to the mercenaries disdain. Kes shook his head before standing up. "You lot are no fun. I reckon we'd easily wipe out those savages." He said as he picked up his carbine. He moved to the edge of the table and via his omnilink he prepared his Bes’galaar Speeder Bike. "If we're going to trade those OL-7s." Kes let out a small chuckle as he spoke. "Hell, maybe we'll even see the savages blow a few moisture farmers up with 'em."

The idea of using starship ordnance came next and Kes continued to listen as a new plan formed up. Once everyone finished speaking he replied. "Well if we're using starship ordnance I'll load up what little I have onto my Bes'galaar. If you need those launchers comms it in." he said before turning to leave the bar. He hoped on the speeder bike and zipped off towards the hanger bay. Upon arrival at the hanger bay he chucked a few credits at the hanger crew. "Load up the two proton torpedoes in there onto the speeder." he said before leaning back against it and waiting until it was done. Once it was complete he'd be ready to meet up with the rest and towards Tatooine's inhospitable deserts.

 

[Zephyr Krayt]

Zephyr hadn't been aware of the gentle strumming in the background until it stopped and he turned to face the direction of the sound of someone approaching. It seemed they were about to gain another ally and a valuable one at that after the information she had just imparted on them. "That's sorted then." He commented following the confirmation that they should have the means to negotiate with the Tuskens. He doubted he had anything of worth to the Tuskens but likely someone did and if enough people pooled their items together then that would likely be satisfactory for the Tuskens.

"If the dragon is in their territory then they'll never be safe and will likely do whatever it takes to kill it but it could just be that we need to pass through their territory to reach the dragon." He suggested. Tuskens were nomadic by nature but there was some established territory which they fiercely protected and a the apex predator of Tatooine was unwelcome. A Mandalorian in silver mediated the exchange between Zephyr and Kes but Zephyr said nothing more on the matter despite being unimpressed with the man's attitude.

As the conversation progressed, it seemed they had everything they needed to face the dragon. Hearing the support from others about peaceful negotiations with the Tuskens made him nod in agreement but his gaze returned to Kes again when he criticised their plan, watching the man inquisitively while wondering how he had come to be so ignorant. Instead of criticising the man in response, Zephyr gently asked "What clan are you from?", wondering if the rest of his clan were as liberal with killing people for no reason.

Siv Dragr Kes Stag Aerith Krayt Radon Krayt Kale Onara Tristan Ortega Vren Rook Mig Gred Vaux Gred Aloy Vizsla

 

[Mig Gred]

Mig nodded at everyone as they spoke up, knowing they all had something to bring. Well, Kes annoyed him at the moment, but maybe the kid would learn a thing or two. He noticed some new faces come up though. There was an someone who had a translator chip apparently, which would be helpful. He noticed her leg too. Apparently she'd been though a lot. He then heard Kale, smiling under his helmet when he heard the man. Mig chuckled a little, patting his shoulder.

"If I know my sister, she's thinking pull the triggering systems and replace them with a det-switch. She's rigged one before as a test, right tat?" Vaux would give her answer, he looked at the others. He hadn't met many of them, but he felt he could trust them still. He looked at Aloy, Tristan, and Vren, seeming happy to hear what they said. "I've got a speeder for transport, and extra water. I know it's difficult for them to come by."

Then Kes spoke up, and Mig was tempted to hit him in the back of the helmet. He wasn't going to, but he would speak up. "Ad (kid), you sound like other talking about us. Watch and learn today, ok?" He then heard Zephyr, nodding to his question and seemingly waiting for an answer from their fellow Mando. He wasn't sure how this mission would go, but he was hopeful. They seemed to have a good team, so that would help.

Siv Dragr Kes Stag Aerith Krayt Radon Krayt Kale Onara Tristan Ortega Vren Rook Aloy Vizsla

 

[Vaux Gred]

She smirked at Kale, already having her helmet off and accepting the offer for some drink, pouring a glass after Aloy, and speaking as she did. "Yeah. It's easy enough. I've got six proton torpedoes and five proton rockets in my TwinTail's launchers." She could almost tell someone would question the amount she had, and Vaux just shrugged. "I just like to be prepared." When she heard Aloy mention it being "The good stuff," and she just nodded.

"You can say that again." Vaux looked at everyone, She rolled her eyes at Kes, looking at Siv before walking over, then speaking to him. "This should be fun boss. Hope everyone plays nice long enough to finish this mission." She was surprised to hear that the new Mando seemed to know what one of the others there. Small galaxy. Either way, Vaux would finish her drink, and start to head out to get her weapons off loaded, and grab some detonation triggers. The were hunting dragons now!

Siv Dragr Kes Stag Aerith Krayt Radon Krayt Kale Onara Tristan Ortega Vren Rook Aloy Vizsla

 

[Vren Rook]

TAG: Siv Dragr | Aerith Krayt | Kale Onara | Tristan Ortega | Radon Krayt | Zephyr Krayt | Kes Stag | Mig Gred | Vaux Gred | Aloy Vizsla

He had spoken his peace.

He hung an arm over the backrest of the chair while observing the group. There was a back and forth between some members that Siv Dragr deftly diffused. Good thing too. A disagreement between Mando'ade could get ugly.

It seemed they were pretty much sorted in regards to ordnance. Everyone with the exception of Kes Stag seemed receptive of the idea to trade with the Tuskens for free passage and offered up some stuff to trade.
"I have some extra ammo in my hold that I can trade. Shall we get going then?" he asked, motioning with his hand while his arm still rested on the back of the chair.

Finally Siv made the call that they should mount up. It was about time. All the talk and bickering had started to wear on him. He got up and finally donned his helmet.
"I'll catch up. Need to run by my ship first." he said before taking off in the direction of the hangar his ship was housed where he stocked up on ammo to trade.

Before long, Vren joined up with his comrades-in-arms once more, mounted on his speeder and gear strapped all over. The expedition into the desolate landscape had begun.