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

[Kjartan Hammer-Hand]

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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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[Romul Saxon]

F L A M E W A R D
Wild Space​

Tags: Celt Saxon | Kamon Hourn | 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.

 

[Tal Kaja]

Tag: Open

Earlier…​

Inside a derelict cell onboard the same vessel about to be stormed, sat a young humanoid of hybrid features. He was cuffed with binders on his hands as he sat with his back to the door. His intense brown eyes stared down at the filth ridden floor. A womp rat scurrying from the opposite side to a hole at another point, screeching at him. It had been several rotations since being captured and the young man gritted his teeth in both anger and shame.

The hum of the ship echoed outside, reminding him of this humiliation. Squeezing his hands into fists for several seconds he at last let go. He spat some blood to the side, minutes ago, some of the raiders had worked him over. Supposedly it was to beat information out of him, but he suspected they were just getting their kicks out of beating a restrained Mandalorian. Their laughter and taunts stung more than the actual beating itself. He hung his head even lower, thinking how the scum have his armor and weapons.

Subsequently his despair soon turned into determination. I have to get out of here…somehow. Tal Kaja thought. There was so much at stake. His home was under siege, his clan fighting for their lives even as he rots away in here. Tal turned his head up to the door behind him.

Sitting here and pitying myself is not going to get back my armor, my honor. Nor save my kin.

With that in mind he began to force himself, grunting in pain. Fighting through the torment he got to his feet. Just then the entire ship shuddered and Tal was knocked to the floor, and winced. The shaking continued as if an earthquake and then he heard alarms going off, followed by panicked footsteps and cursing outside.

Just as he was about to ask himself what's going on, it suddenly occurred and he grinned savagely. "They're under attack," Tal whispered.

He can use this chaos.

Just as he was about to get up again when he noticed a metal shard just inches from his hands. The darkness in the room had been concealed from him until now. Without hesitation he seized the piece of metal and began to cut into the binders even as the bombardment raged on. He drew some blood in the effort but didn't care, freedom was near.

Don't know who it is, whatever they are friend or foe they just gave me the opening.

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It took time especially with the constant rocking of the ships but Tal finally cut the binders off. Rubbing each of his hands the young hybrid then got up and readied himself for the next part. Having spent some time here he noticed the door lock was not efficiently fastened as it should be. He shook his head, murmuring, "They'll regret this, I'll make sure of it."

Tal proceeded to jam the shard into the lock, twisting and turning it for several more minutes as the bombardment died and the lights flickered off and turned off before going into emergency red. He stayed at it until finally the door hissed and slid open. Smiling in brief relief Tal forced himself to focus.

I'm not out of this yet.

Still griping the shard he looked back and forth in the corridor before stepping outside. He was about to make an exit from this section when a woman's voice shouted. "Hey let us out!" Alarmed at the sudden voice Tal twisted around seeing a tan Zabark female with brown hair looking at him from another cell.

For a moment he hesitated, considering taking his chances but the girl yelled at him.

"Hey don't think about it. We need each other. All of us."

"Us?" He asked before some prisoners showed their faces at their cells, clamoring and yell off to be freed. He looked around, fearing the pirates would hear but none came before he sighed, concluding. Greater strength in numbers. As if reading his mind the Zabark gestured to the left side; "Head for that console, it should unlock all the cell doors."

Seeing it he rushed over while being cheered on by the other captives. Just as he was about to reach a Klatoonian pirate armed with a vibrosword ran out of the corner and crashed into Tal. Desperate, Tal tackled the brigand to the ground and began stabbing him repeatedly as the pirate cried out in agony as he was bloodied by his attacker. With a final stab to the throat Tal ended him who gasped his last breath.

Breathing heavily Tal forced himself up and spat at the corpse before he began working on the console. It only took a minute before all the cell doors inside the vessel opened up. The other prisoners, including the Zabark lady. Some cried in joy or cheered before they heard screaming and shooting yards away. The pirates now know the prisoners are loose all over the ship.

Tossing the red stained shard aside Tal grabbed the dead pirate's sword then his blaster pistol and finally the commlink while the others looked on. Now armed he turned to them and said.

"Let's move!" He ran the opposite way, soon joined by most of the others. In the back of his mind he thought. Now I just need to get my armor and gear…

 

[V01D Ω (Void Omega)]

V01D Ω

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Void sat in the corner of the bar at the Thieves' Landing station, feet propped up on the table, sipping some whiskey. It was all part of the show. You went to a bar; you were expected to drink. Considering Void didn't have any kind of digestive system, alcohol would have no effect on him, but he could still hold it in the pouch that imitated his stomach. Flammable liquids could come in handy at times.

The three droid brains were busy scanning everything and chatting amongst themselves in the back of his mind. He simply ignored them and twirled a brass coin across his knuckles. He was rather bored. There was not really much going on lately. Nothing satisfactory, at least. He was an outlaw for fun, not because he needed money. He literally had zero upkeep to survive. But crime syndicates came and went. He supposed that was the nature of criminals. Eventually they either got caught or stabbed each other in the back.

Maybe something interesting would happen soon.

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TAGS: OPEN​

 

[Kjartan Hammer-Hand]

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OBJECTIVE 1: SCUM AND VILLAINY | ABOARD THIEVES LANDING STATION
TAG:
OPPS: V01D Ω (Void Omega) | [OPEN]
ALLIES: Signy Bralor | Vara Rasha | Yuri Maji​

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KJARTAN HAMMER-HAND​

THEME​

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At the outset of their stay aboard the Pirate’s Haven, Kjartan and company had set about drinking their fill the night before - engaging in all manner of merriment and revelry. Although Kjartan did curtail his usual debauchery, for two key reasons; the first being that his gods forsaken daughter stowed away aboard the freighter they arrived in (and he was not about to let her drink more than 2 cups of ale herself, hence why he couldn’t give way to more and become blind to her antics), and the second due to the fact they were here for a mission.

They had arrived in advance of the Iron Covenant's assault, to infiltrate and disable this station through any means necessary. Naturally, the Kjartan was an obvious choice to lead the team, given his status as an old pirate with connections on this trash heap. All they had to do what get moving, and make their way to the command center - all while maybe sowing some mayhem along the way.

Kjartan awoke and emerged from his lodging, activating the secure comm channel between him and the others. According to his chronometer, they only had an hour or so before things began to pop off. <“Team, report in.”> He began, uncharacteristically concise. He began making his way to the cantina as a sort of rally point.

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[Carduul Akahl]

Tags: Romul Saxon | Celt Saxon | Kamon Hourn | Tal Kaja | Open

Carduul never truly had much time to pay towards the Outer Rim, save for the few worlds that held an abundance in one resource or another. His attention had always been towards that of the Core Worlds and Mid-Rim, in securing a strong and prosperous future for the Mando’ade by fire. Still, he would’ve been remiss to not know of the efforts the Enclave went through to establish themselves as the guardians of the Outer Rim. Every small effort that they did to clear away all the blood that has been spilled, to try to prove to the galaxy that they were not bloodthirsty villains many saw them to be.

All of that had been wiped away in favor of others, now. As the galaxy continued its cycle, it was only the natural way of things. Chaos had taken root in its place. Freedom was a beautiful thing, that much Carduul believed…but there was a fine line between ‘freedom’ and lunacy. Piracy was something he had never come to tolerate- something that had to be harshly taught to many newfound subjects and Mando’ade during his time. Several that had come into his service had once been such participants—whether by coincidence or forsworn loyalties. This would serve well as a message that even after all that had transpired, their means were still capable of dealing with such a thing as this.

“We’re on approach vector now.” Spoke Garrus Bralor—once a Field Marshal amidst the Crusade, now merely another Mandalorian trying to do their part—in a heartened tone of voice. It had been some time since forces had been deployed in such an outing. It only brought all the more nostalgia for the Mandalorians still swearing to follow him through hell and back.

“I trust you have operations here well-in-hand, then.” Said the red-cloaked figure in affirming reply, just as he turned about from the viewport and began to stride towards the exit of the bridge.

There was a brief period of silence, briefly dumbfounded. It was true that Bralor had since grown used to his station in the time he has held it…but where did that leave the other? After a moment of process, a dry laugh escaped him with a confident nod. “Aye, Al’verde!” He should’ve known, of course, that he would’ve sought to refamiliarize themselves with what a leader ‘ought do—leading from the front.

Thus, weapon in hand, Carduul Akahl had taken the next boarding pod. Not long thereafter, the sudden shriek of metal digging into metal, acceleration and full-stop deceleration, had marked they had arrived to their destination. Crusaders, Mandalorians- they all craved the battle a’fore them with a burning fire that had been untended, and the age-old armor glinted against damaged lighting as the ramp opened to the interior. He, for one, was eager to join them as blaster fire began to ring out amidst the corridor he had incidentally found himself in.

 

[Darion of Myrkr]

obj II

Darion swung the mighty beskad in a hard, clean arc and split the pirate in half. The blade went through him as though he were no more than cloth, and blood burst against Darion's visor and ran down across the old gray plates of his Crusader armor. It was warm and bright, and he felt alive in the way a man does only in battle, which he had not felt for a long time.

He had not wanted the order to infiltrate the station. He would have refused it if it had come. Infiltration was part of war, yes, but it was the patient part, the creeping part, and he had little love for it. It was better than the sly rat work the Jedi and Yuri had used against the Imperials at Mon Calamari, and for that, he gave it a little respect, but not much.

This was better.

This was where a warrior proved himself.

In the heat and the noise of fighting, when steel met steel and a man stood before you knowing that one of you would die. You met him with your blade and your strength and nothing hidden between you. You saw the life leave him and you knew it was your hand that took it.

That was the only true measure.

Darion moved forward through the passage with the heavy blade low. He had been the first into the fight, the first to the fray, the first whose steel found blood.

Behind him, he heard the others coming.

He turned his head and looked back over his shoulder and there was a hard smile on his face beneath the visor.

"Come then," he said. "Are you warriors or old men grown soft in their chairs? The enemy waits ahead. If your blood still runs hot, follow me."

Carduul Akahl Romul Saxon Celt Saxon Kamon Hourn Tal Kaja

 

[Tal Kaja]

Tag: Celt Saxon Romul Saxon Kamon Hourn Darion of Myrkr Open

Just as he crept to the next corner with those who followed him Tal and the others suddenly the ship rocked once more but it was different. Nearly collapsing he fought to keep himself up and succeeded. Some of his new allies did however, grunting or cursing before they were helped up. Narrowing his eyes at the source of the disturbance, a suspicion developed in the back of his mind.

"Those were boarding pods." The Zabarak woman said behind him while others murmur to themselves in excitement or fear. Turning back and meeting her eyes Tal nodded. "I believe it, but I'm not waiting to find out who it is. Not without my gear."

His ally raised an eyebrow in question. "Gear?"

"Yes, my gear. They have it stored up in the armory, the sleemos showed off as their new trophies and I intend to get it all back." He stated firmly. Several of his new compatriots shared looks of surprise and fear, whispering to one another.

Taking a good guess at what they're thinking Tal next said. "Anyone who wants to fight back, follow me. But if you prefer to hide or flee go ahead I won't stop ya, just don't get in my way."

At his final words five of them bolted, going the way back they came, leaving only him and six former captives. Good, he didn't need the burden of those who had no stomach for what's to come. The Zabark then demanded bluntly. "Do you have a plan besides getting weapons?"

"Yes, ally with whoever is attacking this ship and kill my enemies." He replied matter of factly. The lady groaned, murmuring. "Why am I not surprised at this point?"

"No one is stopping you from doing your own thing," Tal retorted and the Zabark glared before sighing. "I want to pay them back as well but we don't know who they're fighting. They could be even worse than the pirates for all we know."

"There is no time for debate. We fight or we die now."

All around they can hear the violent chaos consuming the ship as the battle began, merging with the riot by the captives. Groaning, his horned headed comrade finally nodded, joined by the others. Then leading the way the unarmored Mandalorian declared without looking back. "I'm Tal Kaja by the way."

"Tenia Zoss." The Zabark replied.

He refused to look back but Tal smiled, growing more confident despite this situation. Then the other two pirates ran out and were shocked to see them. One managed to fire from the hip toward the prisoners. Tal rolled forward, dodging the three bolts that forced his allies to cover and hitting a panel instead. Springing up he fired a two round burst for each brigand, center mass, killing them both as they slumped to the floor.

"Get their weapons and keep moving!" He barked as he ran on gesturing his group onward and they did. Tenia and a Quarren grabbed the carbines of the fallen foes before running to catch up with Tal.

Even now the klaxons blared and blared.

Almost there... Tal thought, with growing anticipation and ironically still unaware of who exactly is fighting his captors.

 

[Celt Saxon]

Location: Boarding the Dread Horizon
Objective: Objective 2
Tag: Romul Saxon Kamon Hourn Carduul Akahl Tal Kaja Darion of Myrkr
Equipment: In bio

The rallymaster surveyed the aupercommandos that had been assigned to the boarding mission. The target vessel was disabled but that just made it a wounded animal, dangerous. Inside were pirates and if anyone knew how to conduct marine operations it was pirates.

"Listen up. We will be boarding in approximately two minutes. I want to keep this sharp. You've all been on a star destroyer before, you know wjat to expect. This will be a real rats nest. Its their territory, its their last stand, underestimating the threat they pose gets you killed, you get killed, I kick your ass, got it?"

There was a loud grunt of acknowledgement in militarised unison.

The men began filtering to the designated boarding shuttles. And Celt's comm chimes in, she smiled and opened up her comm to the rest of the force. "Good news vod, our Alor will be joining the fight, lets show him what it is to lead the greatest of all the clans."

She exited the comm and checked her own gear one last time as she heard the heavy footsteps of the alor arriving behind her. She was his rallymaster and she was proud to say she performed the job as well as anyone he could have given the role.

"Alor, the shuttles are ready. We will launch and Gra'tua Dral will stick a couple of stun munitions into one of their hangars to allow us to land and secure a bridge head unopposed, after that, we will break up and each proceed to our target sections. I suspect the fighting to be heaviest around their R&R section. A load of half dressed pirates too drunk to know when to stop fighting. Want in?" she laughed underneath her helmet.

 

[Signy Bralor]

SIGNY BRALOR
OUTER RIM | THE PIRATE'S MOON
TAG: Kjartan Hammer-Hand Yuri Maji Vara Rasha
VISIBLY PRESENTING: fully armoured

Last night had been fun, once her dad had gotten over the suprise. Maybe she had cramped his style a little but she was aware that if it wasnt for "his style" she wouldn't even have been born, so he needed to just make piece with the fact his daughter was getting to the age that her face might start invading the social aspects of his life too. Not that she relished having to mop out his bathroom as punishment for her willfulness. Worth it? Probably.

But now as a different matter. She got not inviting his fifteen year old daughter to a dive bar to tell conquest stories, but if he had known ahead of time that there was this kind of party planned, well, she would be lying if she said a small part of her felt a little disrespected. She was growing into a fine mandalorian, a wild and rebellious streak a parsec wide, but dedicated and fierce when professionalism was called for. She was turning into her father.

"Checking in" she said. Both pistols in hand and and her buckler, currently deactivated on her forearm. It was good to have her armour on. "You on too puppers? Get a good night's sleep?" she asked, passing the check in on to Yuri and Vara.

Like it or not, she was on this mission now and was prepared to prove herself to be the mando she claimed to be.
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