Tydus Raid #1

[Jaster Awaud]

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[member="Captain Colton Renfroe"] [member="Orentho"] [member="Ghorua the Shark"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Kassey Daklin"]

Location: Unknown
Time: Unknown
Mission: Classified

Space was in interesting thing, it was lonely and scary place. Now though, it was filled with life and adventure, drama, and excitement, at least that's what Jaster believed. He was on the cockpit of a dropship heading to the new carrier the Black Suns lent him. The ship darted past the planets near by, uninhabitable by any life and not near any space lanes, a very nice place to hide. They enters the orbit of a asteroid belt of this system and stopped. Tydus entered the codes onto the control panel, and waited. A long ship cut through an asteroid field, the green and grey tent didn't blind in with the asteroids, but it did allow the ship to conceal itself with its surroundings. The ships sheilds glimmered as small peices or rock bounced off it. Small space fighters were launched to protect it, others were sent on patrol to scan the system.

Tydus was a very meticulous strategist, being taught by his master that plans were meant to go awry, so a commander needed to adapt. He flew the ship into the hanger bay, hooking the tail end up to an airlock. He nodded to the pilot to take control again and await command, he instead walked to the airlock.

The ship itself was giant, but a majority of it was build for the hanger bay. The other levels were the bridge and the engineering bay. Crew quarters were small, bunching the pilots and crew in small bunk rooms, Tydus had the cargo and armaments loaded into the hallways to make room for the other crew. He needed to make his way to the briefing room where he would explain the mission to the new participants. He walked into the room itself, looking around.

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

LOCATION: WHO KNOWS?
EQUIPMENT: IN BIO
CURRENT MOOD: ANTSY
MISSION: PUNCH SOMETHING

Throughout the ship, a barely audible thunder rumbled, so quiet that one might think they were imagining it. That was, until it would begin to build in intensity.

Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom.

The loud, steady drumbeat faltered, and one word echoed through the halls.

"Kark."

Ghorua the Shark rubbed his head, having bumped it yet again on the ceiling of the hall. He didn't understand why humanoids didn't consider larger species as they built their ships. This seemed to be a normal trend for shipbuilders, forgetting that larger races than them existed. He had gotten used to it by now, but that didn't make the durasteel of the roof any softer.

The Black Sun Huntmaster pushed through the door to the briefing room, snarling as his form almost couldn't squeeze past. With a heaving roar, the Herglic broke through the door, rending the metal of the frame. He wore all of his equipment, an imposing figure of matte-black armor and gleaming teeth. Behind the large form, a smaller, white blur shot between Ghorua's legs, panting happily. Despite her master's chagrin, Bones seemed rather oblivious. The pale Massiff was an important tool in the Hunter's arsenal, including emotional support. He figured he had been neglecting his pet recently, and bringing her along might lift her spirits. Apparently, it was working.

With a subtle nod, Ghorua acknowledged [member="Tydus Wryeens"], his sharp teeth sliding out from behind his lips, a scary smile rising to the ceiling. "Tydus, I presume? Ghorua the Shark, Huntmaster. I figured you could use my assistance."

 

[Thraxis]

Locale: Some Ship
Time: Its space no one ever knows
Mission: Forgot to read the memo​

Thraxis had no idea how, he had no idea when, but he had an idea of what had happened. It is an age old story, ya have one too many drinks, then blam, ya stumbling round, no one to keep an eye on ya and you hop onto the wrong docked ship. He rubbed his eyes, familiarizing himself with the cabin. From the looks of it, someone was forced to sit uncomfortably on a chair, displeasement face that screamed displeased , "Hmmm... I think I better leave now..." he almost gurgled, slowly tossing off the blankets from his armor as he peeled himself off of the bed, "Comfy bed by the way..." he said as he ducked his hand down, quickly snatching his helmet and putting it onto his head, his body stretched along, an audible boom, boom, boom erupting nearby. "Oh lordy lord, there be a rancor on the loose..." he mumbled, though the crew didn't seem too phased.


Thraxis followed the clunking booming noise until he saw the beast in full splendor, "Well, it ain't a Rancor..." he mumbled as he waited a few seconds, before sneaking a peak, after a few seconds recognition started to set in, "Ain't that.... Oh yeah it is... Neato." he said as slowly he opened the door, looking back and fourth and all around, "Well... better not be someone who wants my head..." he muttered as he looked to who he believed to be the leader, slowly he drew himself in, slowly closing the door behind him and waiting for their conversation to finish. "Ahhh.... hello. Quick question, where am I?" he said with an air of confidence he really shouldn't have had given his precarious situation.
[member="Tydus Wryeens"] [member="Ghorua the Shark"]

 

[Julianna Nero]

Location: Ship in Space
Time: ???
Mission: Profit

Kassey didn't know what to expect, the honest truth was, that she was young, inexperienced with a group like this, and nervous. She had done odd jobs for Black Sun with her slicing services, and learning more and more about the weapons and looking forward to making money in arms, but so far she was a simple smuggler and slicer. Her expertise in slicing was where the money was, and where Black Sun as well as other gangs and syndicates paid for her services, and that was in security slicing. Kassey, while young and some might call her pretty (thank you ahead of time) and could be a flirt, she could get her job done and nothing would stand in the way between her and those credits.

Dressed in all black, blaster pistols at her side, blonde hair pulled back, and her hood down, she still had her dark eye mask on, and just kept her wits about her whenever she watched the large creature come into the area, and didn't answer anyone. She kept her chin down and her ears open. When the man asked where he was, all Kassey did was smirk. She knew that she had days like that herself. "Briefing room." was all that she said in response to that.

[member="Thraxis"] [member="Ghorua the Shark"] [member="Tydus Wryeens"]

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Ghorua the Shark"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Kassey Daklin"]

Tydus didn't acknowledge the little antics of the individuals who made their comments as they entered the room. He walked over to the holo-table and brough up a planet, preparing them for the briefing. "I was hopping for a little more outside help, but I guess you three will suffice, it is a rather difficult mission I'm sending you on?"

He pulled up a galactic map, colors and lines created boarders around the areas nations had claim to. It pinged on a planet within Republic space, then zooming in. The planet grew to encompass the projection of the table, then a small square blink around a station in orbit, then zooming in. A space station with the planets surface grew in size, a domed object with four arms extending from it and a lower arm pointing to the planet. Small tanks of some sort wrapped around the lower arms and a small ring held it in place. "Ghorua, pleasure to see your still alive, apologies about the ship, Kassey, thanks for accepting on short notice, hope it wasn't too inconvenient for you."

And then he looked at Thraxis, he had planned to kidnap the renegade pirate, but getting the man drunk and luring him to the ship was a hell of a lot easier. "Glad you choose to join us today Mr..... Thraxis do you even have a last name?"

 

[Thraxis]

Locale: Some Ship
Time: Its space no one ever knows
Mission: Forgot to read the memo​

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Quickly his attention was snatched, some young thing hidden beneath a mask seemed to be present, quiet except for the brief remark of Briefing room, in response a shrug, before his attention directed itself to Tydus, "I think I did. But I left it back on Zeltros. Had better things to do then let people track me back to my origins." he said with a raised brow, it seemed that at the very least, while not knowing who he was working for, he had no intention of cutting his throat. Slowly his fingers crawled under his helmet, slowly twisting and turning before finally popping the mask off, the stench of alcohol permeating his everything, his hair had been sticky with the substance, and his breath alone had fallen into a drunken stupor.

"Besides the introductions, we don't need no help for this..." he paused for a second, he was engrossed in telling the epic tale of how he lost his name to the lashings of time, Oh crap, what is this... adventure? Quest? Bank Robbery? Assault? Crap what is it"! a visible look of worry and confusion warping his face as his fingers ran through his hair, small amounts submitting to his fingers as they tugged through, or merely being torn away from the rest. After the few seconds of panic he figured it out, popping up he continued as if nothing had even happened, "Endeavor, yes for this endeavor, no help should be needed." a smug smile wrapping across his face, before quickly shrinking away, realizing that in a finger hanging haphazardly his helmet swayed a sense of bravado quickly vanishing to quiet misery.
[member="Tydus Wryeens"] [member="Kassey Daklin"] [member="Ghorua the Shark"]

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

Ghorua raised an eyebrow as the smaller form of [member="Thraxis"] followed him in. Of course he'd be with the Black Sun.

The large Hunter and the Torturer went way back. Ghorua's first bounty had been for the man. The Herglic knew how insane Thraxis could be, both on and away from a battlefield, and Ghorua was both relieved and unnerved by having a man like that at his back, and not against him. Perhaps that was what he was going for, and if he was, it was working.

Following him, one smaller figure. [member="Kassey Daklin"] was unknown to the Herglic, but he didn't complain. The Black Sun seemed to be full of gruff criminals and druggies, so having a fresher face around could only do them well. Every group needed to have a pretty one, and Ghorua surely wasn't it.

The Shark moved up, and leaned on the galactic map as it zoomed in. His deep black eyes spotted the Republic space station, and his smile widened. He had been restless, and blowing up a space station would be good to relieve some stress. Being the Huntmaster of the Bounty Hunter's Guild, Ghorua had been tasked with making sure the various hunters of the Black Sun had jobs to put food on the table. It hadn't given him the chance to go out on a mission himself, and he was glad for the fresh air, despite the small ship.

"Don't worry, Mr. Wryeens. I'm used to it by now. So, what's the objective here? Steal some ships? Cause some mayhem? Blow it up?" They didn't call him the Terrorist for nothing.

- [member="Tydus Wryeens"] -

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Ghorua the Shark"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Kassey Daklin"]

Tydus stood at the Holo-Table while the men talked, and Kassey stayed quite. He walked around the table to the side of Ghorua and leaned on the table. He looked up to the rather large Aquatic Moster that stood before him. He was a rather terrifying man, done horrible thing in his life time. Yet that was the reason that Tydus asked him to join. "What I need done is to get these ships away from the station, I have the crew and the minions to complete it, but I need a way to get them on the station.

He pressed a button on the table and three freighter flashed yellow and blue, blinking between the two. Those were the freighters he needed off the ship, each one carried supplies for a forward observation post between the Sith and Republic Borders. He didn't much care about the troops that where there, but he knew that the weapons were in brand new condition, and that would sell. He spoke up again, "After the ships leave the station I don't much care about what happens, blow it, turn it into a casino, or give it back to the republic, I just care about the ships."

He looked to Thraxis, and nodded approvingly, "If you say so Thraxis, just don't fail the mission at hand, I'm paying you guys in gear for this one, with Sith and Republic crumbling, trades the new currency in the core worlds."

 

[Thraxis]

Locale: Some Ship
Time: Its space no one ever knows
Mission: Forgot to read the memo​

Thraxis listened with patience and diligence, each word going through one ear and coming out the other, grabbing only the important words, which also were the big ones, Station... Minions... Complete... Station.... Okay so something about a Minion on a Station and needs to be completed... he thought to himself, his eyes furrowed, in retrospect, getting a man drunk and then putting him on a mission is a bad idea. Slowly he pulled out a bottle of booze, raising it up and perching itself on his lips, slowly draining its contents before falling back down.

Then a flash of light, yellow and blue assaulting his eyes as he looked at the freighters, Ohhh.... Infiltration? he though to himself, it was a struggle to keep focus but if he could listen to one of Flannigan's dull lambasted speeches, a short mission Briefing can't be that hard. Unconsciously he nodded along, his arms folded as he listened along, Okay, blow up the stations... that is the Key here. Just gotta blow it up. a smug confidence running over him, if he was good at anything, it was drinking. And blowing stuff up that is the key thing here. Though he wouldn't have minded another couple bottles.

Then came the golden words, paying, it seemed he was actually getting paid and had already agreed to the mission, Awww hell yeah. I love loot. This is gonna be a good day yes it is! he though to himself, a quick flick of a smile crossing his face before receding, he hadn't his mask on and without it, people could almost see what he could think.
[member="Ghorua the Shark"] [member="Tydus Wryeens"] [member="Kassey Daklin"]