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Mission Thieves Landing [Open to Iron Cov. & Galactic UW]


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For centuries, The Outer Rim was widely considered to be a hive of scum and villainy. Yet at its height, The Enclave brought stability and safety to the region - putting to rights the lawless stretches of space while standing in defense of those who could not stand for themselves. Yet with The Enclave’s collapse came a return to anarchy. Within this chaos, piracy and strife arose anew - forcing those who called the region their home to fend for themselves in a desperate bid for survival.

A major focal point of this woe is a pirate haven built into a marooned asteroid in the dead of space. It has been known by a variety of names depending on who you ask - “The Rock”, “Thieves’ Landing”, “The Pirate’s Moon”; yet regardless of what you call it, this base has been a blight upon the sector for nearly a decade. Strategically nestled within striking distance of Hefi, Garroba Prime, and Tao - millions of credits have bled through the pockets of shipping concerns and planetary governments alike. Should this threat be eliminated... it would stand to reason that those same entities would be eternally grateful for the assistance, with such brave souls also standing to gain a tidy sum of credits and material in the process.

Through the efforts of the Nynir'kad, and those who led ‘less than savory’ lives after the fall of the Enclave - the Iron Covenant has procured the location of this station. Perhaps it's time for them to deliver their own brand of order - forged in beskar and fire.

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OBJECTIVE I - SCUM AND VILLAINY

Although this “Pirate’s Moon” is a well kept secret from what heavily strained law enforcement exists in this region, it is a very well known haven amongst those who have need of it - and those with the right connections. Infiltrate the station using whatever covert means possible; posing as a gun for hire, a seedy merchant, or a boisterous pirate looking for respite - and when the order is given, take control of the station’s command centers through whatever means possible.

Give no quarter.

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OBJECTIVE II - THE DREAD HORIZON


Anchored alongside the station is a massive ship - a stolen star destroyer of unknown make given the extensive retrofits and modifications she’s undergone. While her original make and model is a mystery - her name is not. “The Dread Horizon” is a famed ship, reported to be directly responsible for the loss of countless merchantmen throughout the hyperlanes of the Outer Rim over the past decade, only to disappear from use over the last few years. Yet the reason has soon become obvious, as she now stands guardian over the haven.

Board the vessel, execute the crew for their acts of savagery, and claim her for the Iron Covenant.

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F L A M E W A R D
Wild Space​
Tags: Celt Saxon Celt Saxon | Kamon Hourn Kamon Hourn | Carduul Akahl Carduul Akahl | OPEN

A quiet fury simmered in Romul Saxon.

He remembered bringing peace and order to the Outer Rim. Many Mandalorians had died fighting against the lawlessness that always gnawed at Wild Space. Yet these systems had rejected their Mandalorian protectors, spat on them, in favor of what? The Jedi, the Sith, even the cowards who had fled from the Enclave, they had all forgotten these peoples.

Romul harbored no love towards them nor felt an obligation to defend them. But his sense of justice was based on honor and debt. To him, the Outer Rim worlds were indebted to Mandalorian sacrifice. Now, he simply did not care to deepen their credit, but for the benefit of the Iron Covenant.

From the bridge of the Gra'tua Dral, Romul's flagship, he watched as the infamous Dread Horizon, once terror of the outer rim, drifted listlessly, rendered immobilized by the overwhelming firepower of the Mandalorian warship. Romul did not smile; his brow furrowed, the skin around his jaw tense, his lips turned downward in a brooding frown. His patience was nonexistent today. "Prepare boarding teams. No quarter will be given. Spare those only who might divulge information useful to the Mando'ade." He commanded.

He hefted his war hammer. "Gallius, you have command of the ship." He turned to the Alor'ad. "Inform Cel that I will join the boarding party." Today, the Iron Covenant would proceed unimpeded.

 

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