Public The scattered bones of Mandalore (Mandos)

[Alara Ordo]

Location: Krownest

The Gauntlet Starfighter rode the snowy gale like a giant bird of prey. Heavy winds caused the ship to buck and shudder, as they threatened to knock it off course. The vessel remained undeterred as it cut through the snow storm, leading a small fleet of Kom'rk-class fighter/transports and several small freighters.

Their destination was a wide valley in one of the northern most mountain ranges of the planet. Here they would, hopefully, find the wreck of a Talon-class Star Galleon. A vessel said to have disappeared after leaving Mandalore years before, during the time of the Sith occupation of the planet. Aboard this vessel was rumored to be spoils taken from Mandalore, a war chest so to speak. Loaded not just with artifacts and pieces of Mandalore's history, but beskar.

Alara was banking a lot on this gamble, bringing her small group of mandos so far from Castellum. The rewards, if the rumor was true, would be worth it. A cache of beskar of any size was quite the reward, but getting back a piece of your peoples history was a sizable one as well.

The Gauntlet Starfighter crested over the peaks of several mountains before dropping into the valley they sought after. Alara leand forward some as she looked out the cockpit window, but could barely see past the tip of the ships wings. "Mam, sensors are picking up a faint energy signature. I'm not sure what it is, this storm is causing to much interference." Alara's gaze turned to the pilot. "Do you think it's the freighter?" The pilot shook his head and tried readjusting the scanner. "I'm unsure, whatever it is doesn't seem that large. Could possibly be residual energy from one of the vessels systems. I won't be able to land to close, since it's coming from a short distance up the base of one of these mountains."

Alara only gave a nod of understanding before leaving the cockpit and entering the cargo area if the ship, where a small number of Mandalorians waited. She activated the ship to ship comms so other groups could her what she needed to say. "Alright listen up. We're going to landfall in just a few minutes. The ships sensors are picking up an energy signature part way up the mountain. Whether it's our target or not, has yet to be determined. Our pilot will be dropping us off near the base of the mountain, so get ready to stretch your legs, it's going to be a hike. Regardless if it's our target or not, be prepared for anything."

The ship rocked and shudder as it touched down on the snowy surface moments later. As soon as the loading ramp opened, strong cold winds rushed into the ship. Alara's poncho fluttered in the breeze as she walked down the ramp into the deep snow. The location of the energy source appeared in her helmets visor. She couldn't even see the base of the mountain clearly, just a dark surface that occasionally appeared when the wind briefly calmed down. This storm wasn't letting up anytime soon and there was no time to waste, as she began to head in the direction of the signal. Her voice came across the somew staticy comms. "Stick close and keep an eye on those around you. We don't need to lose anyone to this mountain side."

 

[Laphisto]

With a flash of light, The Conquests Agenda would leave Hyperspace before slowly approaching the planet. Krownest had heard of the place only in data logs. And most recently, from a rumor he had heard spreading in the outer rim of a ship loaded with treasure. Granted, the treasure was stolen from the Mandalorians years ago. He had hoped to find the cargo before anyone else caught wind of it; with a growing fleet and their use of Beskar alloy, the Lilaste order would benefit significantly from this haul, especially with the scarcity of Besakar.

as the Corvette grew closer and closer to the planet, one of the Bridge officers would speak up," Commander, I'm detecting several small signatures around the base of a mountain; it looks like someone beat us here. Shall I call in Mau'luk Squadron, sir?"

Stepping forward, Laphisto had his arms crossed over his chest, one hand grabbing at his chin in thought; the Kiev'arian shook his head to the officer, his blurred vision dancing over the white landscape seen outside the glass steel viewports " negative. Gather two Squadrons of soldiers, set us up further down the mountain than our visitors, and remain out of sight; if we need your assistance, we will call upon you, captain."
Turning to leave the bridge, Laphisto would make his way to the loading ramp in the rear of the corvette accompanied by eighteen soldiers, all of whom were equipped in standard Lilaste gear. Laphisto was adorned in his custom LO-56A MKII Armor, with his Broad Saber Maglocked to his belt.

The Corvette would go into low-power mode to try and avoid being detected by the Kom'rk- Fighters hovering several feet from the ground. The Personal comlink in Laphisto's ear buzzed to life as the captain came through in the static, his eyes squinting at the snow being blown into his face with a small rumbled growl escaping his throat. "Commander, this is as close as I can get you without being detected. Good luck, and may balance guide your hand. We will be in low orbit should you need us."

Jumping down from the loading ramp, Laphisto landed in the snow with a small grunt, followed by the eighteen soldiers, turning around he watched the Conquest's agenda take off back into orbit, his hand closing into a fist before smacking against his chest in a small bow " may balance guide your hand brothers." turning back to his men he motioned for them to follow, before slowly pushing forwards. Through the snow, now the fun part, tracking up a mountain in a blizzard. Hopefully, this was the hard part of this little escapade.

Alara Ordo

 

[Keratel Rekali]

There were, on occasion, downsides to wearing solid metal. Adaptive underlays could only take you so far. Kay had worn his rekali'gam outside - meaning in space - any number of times, and he knew how bad a chill could get, or thought he'd known. The northern mountains on Krownest, the bleak sky, the utterly pitiless wind, were giving him pause.

He and a handful of cousins, a Clan Rekali team, tromped through the snow with longcoats over their armor. Once an hour they paused in their trek and gathered around a portable heater on the mountainside. They'd landed their ship in the foothills, lacking a decent touchdown spot for a ship this size. On one such break, they watched Alara Ordo 's fighters zip overhead, and wind-blown snow rattled off their armor.

Others, other Mandos, appeared to be on the hunt, maybe for the same prey: the wreck of a treasure ship, it was said. Kay tucked the heater away and the team moved on. The wreck would be just over the next ridge or two. Three at the very most.

Laphisto