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.

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, 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 was 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 them 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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[Jericho Dragr]

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Covert was much more Jericho's style than outright brawling. It specifically suited his talents. He had literally been built for it, after all.

This mission was a little different. There was no intelligence gathering. It was simply taking over the ship and executing pirates on sight. Simple enough.

Jericho never relished in violence and bloodshed like some other Mandalorians did; to him it was simply a job to be done. It was a job he would accomplish as effectively as he could.

And so, a squad of twelve identical black-armored Mandalorians swept silently through the ship. Many of the pirates had already fallen to his silenced carbines. It was only a fraction of what was left.

He gave Darion a respectful salute, fist over his ironheart. The other eleven each went in different directions.

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Tags: Open
Romul Saxon Celt Saxon Darion of Myrkr Tal Kaja Carduul Akahl​

 

[Rel Ahn-Dross]

The Pirates Moon
Allies: V01D Ω (Void Omega) | Underworld Affiliates
Opps: Kjartan Hammer-Hand | Signy Bralor | Yuri Maji | Vara Rasha​

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The 'Pirates Moon' had no shortage of Watering Holes.

Inside one of the seedier dens a large figure sat, in a booth located near an exit. A Duster disguised the leather cuiass that he wore underneath but there was no mistaking the large axe that he'd set across his table. Rel was nothing if not identifiable due to his weapon of choice that accompanied him on most excursions into the Underworld.

By now he was a recognizable figure. He rode with the Black Sun Syndicate and since it had turned inward due to internal matters he'd remained a visible element that others recognized in the Outer Rim.

Stretching out ahead of him Twi'lek Dancers performed on a stage surrounded by Mercenaries, Hired Guns and Thugs affiliated and independent. A Band played music for the Twi'leks to dance to and to maintain a pleasant atmosphere. Sabacc was played by patrons at several different tables, occasionally disagreements transformed into brawls. Everyone here was armed with at least a blaster pistol.

A Waitress, Pantoran according to the tone of her blue skin passed by carrying a tray of drinks and Rel would raise an empty cup and call out...

"Get me another one of these!"

...she flashed him a smile of acknowledgement, she'd finish delivering her other drinks before moving to the bar to order him another. The Drinks weren't especially strong but they took the edge off and with nothing else to do except wait Rel could afford to have several more.

A Crew member approached his booth to say...

"We're just loading the last of the supplies. Another hour or two and we should be ready to launch."​

...he'd have nodded and replied...

"Good. Get the word out so everyone knows."

He'd lost a powerful ship at Dressel gambling that the Mandalorians would have been less prepared refueling than they were now he would need to answer to the Vigos for it back at Nar Shaddaa. Fortunately with the current state of the Black Sun he had more influence and clout than many of them in the organization. Unpleasantness aside Rel looked forward to Nar Shaddaa, he'd pooled Syndicate resources within his sphere of influence and entrusted a specific project to the shipyards there, one that would rival the Dread Horizon.

 

[Finn Roberts]

SCOURGE
BAR | THIEVES LANDING
ALLIES: V01D Ω (Void Omega) | Kinley Pryse | Rel Ahn-Dross | Galactic Underworld
ENEMIES: Kjartan Hammer-Hand | Yuri Maji | Vara Rasha | Signy Bralor | Open
GEAR: In bio

BACK IN BLACK​

"This stuff tastes like dishwater."

Derrick Aimes pulled a face as he looked into his goblet.
"Down it - over quickly." said Finn from where he was lounging with one of the working girls on his lap.
They and the rest of the crew of the Phantom Queen were scattered throughout the Port, having some down-time before moving on for the next hunt.
"You do it then." Derrick slid the goblet toward him.
"I had my own dishwater. Get lost." Finn leaned forward slightly to slide it back toward Derrick.
His best friend and Quartermaster pulled another face, but took back the goblet regardless.
"Logan better get us info on a prize that has decent drink on it too." he mumbled before downing his weak ale.

"I did actually."

Logan, Second Mate of the Queen walked up to the pair and flopped down in a chair at their table.
"What you got?" Finn asked, shooing the girl from his lap and sitting up straight. Logan usually found some good info.
"Some snazzy merchant hauling all manner of Naboo goods to the Core at the end of the week. Arcenau or some such." the man said, lowering his voice as he leaned in to speak with the two.
"As long as I can get decent drink and money out of it, I'm happy." said Derrick

Finn leaned back again, lazily scoping out the area. Then his keen, steely eyes caught sight of someone he never thought to run into again.
"I'd be damned." he mused.
The other two followed his gaze.
"Wait a minute - ain't that the Hammer-hand?"
"I thought he turned, what's he doin' here?"
"He did turn." Finn got to his feet, face changing instantly from relaxed to focused. "Logan, quietly regroup the boys. We might get use for them if something happens."
"Aye, Cap'n."

Finn and Derrick started toward what would seem like just another pirate to many, Derrick's phrik prosthesis clanking against the floor with every second step. ​

 

[Kamon Hourn]

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LOCATION:OBJECTIVE 2 - THE DREAD HORIZON | BOARDING ACTION
TAG:
ALLIES: Carduul Akahl | Darion of Myrkr | Romul Saxon | Celt Saxon | Tal Kaja
OPPS: [OPEN]​

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KAMON HOURN
THEME​

The boarding pod rocketed through the void between the Gra'tua Dral and the Dread Horizon, a red light flashing dimly within the passenger bay. Kamon was strapped in a semi-circular pattern around the hull of the pod, along with 3 others of his cadre. Carduul Akahl joined them, along with a handful of others moments prior to the pod launching. Kamon had known of the former Manda’lor, though by reputation only up until recently. The former Mawite had observed passively, and could see why the man had ascended to the height of honor and renown among their people; demonstrated by the loyalty he still inspired by those among them now.

Kamon was no one of note beside his brothers, save for one thing; the Wolf’s Head patch of the Ruus’vhetin emblazoned on his pauldron. When he first visited Kestri, he was a humbled and broken man. But today, his purpose was with his brothers at the very tip of the spear. Perhaps one day he would possess enough renown to be mentioned alongside Carduul, and the other men and women of renown among them. If not with the same breath, then perhaps with one to follow.

But now was one such moment that counted toward such a legacy. The boarding pod shuddered as it punched through the weakened armor plating of the pirate vessel, with a violent screech echoing through the compartment as the breach-point forced itself open and completed the seal around the wound it wrought upon the ship. A ramp extended, and Kamon quickly jumped out of his seat and landed on his feet, only to bound through the breach and land yet again aboard the Dread Horizon. A host of pirates stood before him, obviously taken aback by the sheer violence of action that had just preceded Kamon’s arrival.

He smirked from beneath his helmet as his repeater leveled before them, and it began belching particle rounds at high speed. The first pair hardly stood a chance, as micro-explosions ripped both their armor and their bodies asunder. But the rest quickly retreated behind cover under the weight of Kamon’s fire, which bought the Mandalorian party some precious moments to disembark and capitalize on his base of fire.

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[Kjartan Hammer-Hand]

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OBJECTIVE 1: SCUM AND VILLAINY | ABOARD THIEVES LANDING STATION
TAG:
OPPS: Finn Roberts
ALLIES: Signy Bralor | Vara Rasha | Yuri Maji​

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KJARTAN HAMMER-HAND​

THEME​

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After several moments’ delay, Yuri and Vara’s replies would not come. Kjartan let out a silent curse as he kept moving. It would seem that of all people, the one person he wanted to spare from this op would be the only support he could expect. <“Looks like it’s just you and me pup.”> Kjartan’s voice remained measured, yet Signy would know it well enough for what it was. Stress.

<“For what it’s worth, I left you behind because I wanted a Bralor aboard the Buurenaar’gam. But... I’m glad you’re here.”> He was not one to admit such things, but Kjartan still very much viewed his daughter as the little scamp he rescued those many years ago, after her mother’s death. Although he was tough as nails, Signy was a gap in the armor he wrought about himself. Should something happen to her, then there was no man or beast on this station that would be able to suffer his wrath for long.

<“Rally with me at the cantina, then we will plan our next-”>

Finn and Derrick started toward what would seem like just another pirate to many, Derrick's phrik prosthesis clanking against the floor with every second step.

<“Osik.”> He uttered lowly, loud enough for Signy to hear but not so for the men approaching to pick up. Kjartan thought he’d see men he recognized during his time here, yet by their body language, something told Kjartan this would not be a simple greeting. He left his comm channel open for Signy to overhear, and hopefully act accordingly based on what she heard. The old pirate locked eyes with Finn - an old compatriot who, of them all - probably knew more about Kjartan than was advantageous right now. “Well if it isn’t Finn Roberts, you old bastard. I had a feeling I’d see you here.”

Kjartan’s mouth spread into a broad smile, offering the man his forearm for a hearty handshake and embrace. “You still paying for it? Or did you finally find a lass who loved you for your personality?” The old pirate’s voice was booming, carrying his usually gritty charm followed by a hearty chuckle.

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[Romul Saxon]

F L A M E W A R D
Wild Space
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Tags: Celt Saxon | Kamon Hourn | Carduul Akahl | Jericho Dragr | Tal Kaja | Darion of Myrkr

Boarding was ever Romul Saxon's preferred method of naval warfare. He would much rather cut down ten by his own blade than condone thousands to a fiery death via laser cannons, though the Alor had to admit the latter was far more practical. He joined a pod with fifteen other Mandalorian warriors, most of Clan Saxon. There would be other banners aboard the Gratua Dral today, but Romul's own iron-kin would rally to him first. Helmets on, they locked in, and a loud thud of their deployment was replaced by an eerie stillness that one would almost forget they were hurtling at hundreds of kilometers per second towards the disabled Star Destroyer.

Another crash as the boarding pod crashed against the hull, penetrating cleanly. The interior compartment shook, but all Mandalorians, well-trained, stood firm. Inertial ablative dampers softened the kinetic impact that would otherwise render them flat. The opening prongs of the body extended outwards and pried open its way into a mangle of metal and wires, sparking. The interior was dark, only lit by emergency lights; the Star Destroyer, disabled, was running on emergency backup systems only.

Romul was the first into the breach, landing with a sickening crunch as something organic gave way underneath his boot. The mangled corpse of a pirate, disfigured almost beyond recognition, was dead upon the pod's impact. "Advance," Romul bellowed, firm, without hurry. He eyed a blast door that stood partially open, a crack between the two. He took one look at it and then slammed it with a giant fist; already unsecured, part of the door gave way. The massive Alor kicked the rest of it open. "The bridge and hangars are our top priorities. And scan the ship for prisoners. Foundlings shall be raised from today's blood," he commanded, before heaving his two-handed war hammer and leading the push to the hangar bay himself.

 

[Tal Kaja]

Tag: Darion of Myrkr Jericho Dragr Celt Saxon Carduul Akahl Kamon Hourn Open


In the midst of his sprint, the light shut off before turning to emergency color. A number of those behind him cried out before calming down. Another sign that the pirates were in desperate straits. The sound of fighting was intensifying and the ship quaking as more boarding pods drilled into the vessel. As he kept running, Tal couldn't help but wonder who was attacking this Star Destroyer.

Rival brigands…something else entirely?

He hoped it wasn't Sith, because he was not bending a knee to their foul brood and it was Jedi that would be embarrassing to think about being saved by the likes of them. His pounding feet grew louder and louder with each hurried step he took.

Then just as he turned another corridor he ran into an Aqualish with a scatter gun. They bumped into another. The pirate cursed but Tal didn't hesitate for another moment, slicing off the raider's head before the corpse tumbled. Then a blaster bolt rang out behind him and his heart froze on instinct before realizing it was fired away from him as another body dropped. He looked and saw it was a human pirate with a repeater dead and he turned back, seeing it was Tenia who fired.

He nodded his thanks. The Zabark smiled, "You owe me a drink for that one at least.”

"Heh fair enough." He replied with a smirk before it fell as he ran on and a third former captive picked up the scatter gun. Tal reached the other corpse and found another pistol with the light repeater. He tossed the pistol to a fourth captive and the repeater to the fifth person with them.

"Whoever is attacking them has most of their attention," the Quarren said, stating the obvious. Tal paid it no mind as he finally saw the armory up ahead and he ran faster now as the others tried to keep up. Reaching the door way he tried to open it yet the door wouldn't.

Desperate Tal raised his blaster to shoot the controls but Tenia stopped him with a hand grabbed on the shoulder. "Allow me. Just keep watch alright."

Sighing Tal stood guard with the rest of his new comrades as Tenia began pulling wires out and the door hissed open. His face grinning from ear to ear Tal exclaimed. "Great job."

Getting inside he looked around the stacks of weapons. The others busy themselves to get more ammo and weapons. His fear of losing his gear grew as he saw nothing until he saw his armor and gear stacked on the far end of the north wall.

"Manda, it's there."

Tenia who was putting on a bandolier and looked at it she turned to him and chuckled. "Mando uh? Heh I should've known with the way you acted.“

"I'm just getting started." He replied as more of his new companions realized his identity with shock and even fear.

He went over and began putting on the armor, the vambraces and jetpack and his weapons, tossing the sword and pirate pistol aside. It didn't take long before he was geared up. T-visor on he readied his blaster SMG and declared. "Let's give 'em hell!"

Coming out of the armory he turned on the comms, using the channel he took from the pirates channel and soon heard various screams and demands before he stopped as heard them speak of Mandalorians attacking this ship. He gasped, can't believe his good fortune before gritting his teeth in embarrassment within the helm.

I'm glad it's vode but stars help me they're going to find out I let myself get captured.

He gripped the weapon tightly, intending to avenge his honor before telling his allies, "It's the Mandalorians attacking."

"They came to rescue you? Are they part of your clan?" The Quarren asked before Tal shook his head. "No it's not my clan and I doubt they know of my presence here."

"Then correct that. We need all the help we can get, you said." Tenia pointed out.

Nodding then Tal gestured for them to back into the armory. "We'll hold this position till they reach us."

Without blasterfire erupted as several pirates came out of the south hallway, forcing Tal Kaja back and he returned fire. He kept up the shooting as he drew back and Tenia and the others did as well. Blaster bolts flew back and forth and sparks flew. Reloading a fresh clip, Tal then sighed, hating to do this but there is no choice.

Getting on an open channel so that the Mandalorians onboard can hear he called out in Mando'a.

"This is Tal of Clan Kaja, calling for aid. I'm held up in the armory with several fellow former prisoners and we're denying it to the pirates. We need backup. I repeat we need backup." He announced, hoping it would be answered.

 

[Signy Bralor]

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

Signy understood the sentiment when her dad put it like that <"soppy old alor"> she said warmly as she ran quickly along the corridor. She was a couple of floors away but it wouldnt take long to make the distance. She walked into an elevator and the door hissed behind her when she pressed the cantina level button. A red cross buzzed. On the readout and she pressed it again. No luck.

She listened into the comm. Who was Finn Roberts, she felt like she had heard the name, but where from, no clue.

<"elevator is locked down, give me a couple of extra minutes."> she said, already preparing her cutting laser on her wrist to make good her exit. She began cutting through the ceiling causing sparks to cascade down onto her helmet. The metal wasnt the easiest to cut, it was reinforced with something that dulled the laser's edge. But she was making her way through.

The elevator door hissed open just as the square of metal dropped out of her way. For a few seconds a pair of pirates looked at Signy and Signy looked at them. "Which floor boys?" she asked, drawing her pistol. They were armed too, but she had already a bead on them and was armoured, they might kill her, if they got a lucky shot off, but if they tried one of them was definitely going to die first, and neither of them wanted to be the unlucky one.

"I didnt think so." the door slid shut from inactivy and the mandalorian teenager fired up her jetpack to leave the lift behind her. She considered dropping them a detonator, but she wasnt even certain if that kind of escalation was allowed. A quick shot into the elevators winch to prevent the lockdown being overridden would suffice.

Moments later she was at the right floor and was able to hit the emergency handle and open the door into tha cantina that she had enjoyed the night before. She nodded at the droid barman who of course had not retired for the night and stood cleaning glasses as if the whole station wasnt about to erupt into carnage.

<"I'm at the bar, where are you? If you cant talk tell him you think the barman was a moisture farmer in a previous life."> she added for good measure.

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[Carduul Akahl]

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

As the Covenant grew, there were inevitable…growing pains, when it came to the myriad of different individuals and their beliefs. That could not be more the truth than when it came to the Neo-Crusaders who had once ardently followed the call of war, only to now mesh with more reserved methods of living. For many, it had created tension just by virtue of that difference.

Despite that, more individuals were beginning to look past the difference for the sake of shared purpose. Individuals like Kamon Hourn and the prospective handful of those who had joined him. They were received surprisingly well, pats on the back being given and unserious, rowdy jeers sent their way.

“Good of you to join of, vod.” A succinct statement would resound as a hand grasped a handle near the top of the boarding pod, the vicious moment of transit shaking the frame intensely. Many of the Crusader’s troops within were chatting eagerly with each other, acting as if they had just discovered water in the middle of a desert. “More hands are always welcome in pursuing the just course of action.” He added, welcoming the other individual as if it was greeting a long-lost family member. After all…Carduul hardly felt the need for formality with most of his kin, these days. Without as much pressure to feel as the sole individual which all burdens must be laid upon, it was easier that way. Though, there wasn’t much time to exchange further pleasantries; they were unto the breach shortly thereafter.

As the open frequency blared across, most Mandalorians apart of the Crusader’s newfound beachhead would not hear it. However, one amidst the number, clad in standard blue uniform with the rounded helm, carried a large pack upon their back suited for just a thing. Communications specialists; a prime staple of refined Neo-Crusader doctrine. The frequency became apparent as blaster fire soared overhead, crouching down to be less likely to be interrupted as more filed out from the boarding pods; “Alor! There’s an open channel speaking the tongue; a…” Brows furrowing behind the visor as they listened. “Clan, calling for aid, it seems. Location…armory.” Came slowed elaboration as they listened further to the open frequency.

Lips pursed behind the helm, as Carduul's head reared to look to the communications officer. It could’ve been a trap, but he sincerely doubted any of the pirates picked up Mando’a for the sake of tricking Mandalorian opposition…unless it was a Mandalorian, themselves. In which case, an opportunity would be presented to strike down a traitor. “...Then aid they shall receive.” He decreed, gaze turning aside to the other end of the corridor, where Hourn had been holding down the line against the pirates at the flank. “Push forward in that direction!” Came the cry, several warriors turning to shore up the other’s offensive. “We must make for the armory; kin lays trapped, and we shall eliminate their opportunity to retaliate in one fell swoop!”

And so the communications officer spoke into the open channel, responding in Mando’a just the same to Tal Kaja ; “Acknowledged. Ensure no filth reaches those weapons as we make our way to you.”

 

[Arvos Debrack]

Mask and Armor
Judge and Jury Twin Blaster Pistols
Executioner
x4 Flashbang
x4 Thermal Detonator


Objective 1

As the chaos was unfolding, a masked man under a red hood silently observed the comings and goings of the Pirate's Moon. Smuggling Captains making deals with clients for illegal cargo to transport, Bounty Hunters looking over the notice board for any high-end bounties. People gambling on underground fights, Podracing, the weather. It was just a typical night on the Pirate's Moon. Yet Arvos didn't go for a bounty nor was he in the mood to gamble. There was a disturbance in the Force as if something or someone were trying to attack this Pirate Moon. Arvos was in the midst of tracking some Sith Acolytes who were seeking Sith artifacts and the search led him here. Yet Arvos couldn't shake off a feeling as if the Force was telling him something.

He always thought that he cut himself off from the Force ever since he was betrayed by his Master. Arvos was a promising Sith apprentice who helped destroy the Jedi during the sacking of Coruscant. Working his way as a slave, Arvos managed to kill, maim, and torture his way to becoming a powerful Sith Apprentice. Master Kargon trained Arvos in the ways of the Dark Side, Arvos embraced it eager to fight but one day, Arvos was backstabbed by not only his Master but several Sith in the process. He was left for dead but through his anger and hate, Arvos survived and swore vengeance not upon the Kargon but the Sith as well.

Arvos took on the name: The Crimson Shadow and started prowling Sith space killing every Sith and anyone who worked for them in the process. But now he was here and a new enemy was coming and when they do, Arvos will be ready for them.

OOC: Open to anyone for some P v P!