Void's Edge

[Jax Vandal]

Location: Dead End Prison
Objective: Take the Facility

Jax strained against his stun cuffs. The stolen prison transport was dark and stuffy. As they approached the prison facility he thought about his men inside. He hoped all had gone according to plan. They had all been caught in Mandalorian territory for infractions just severe enough to land them here. They had been instructed to cause trouble until the guards decided to keep them in the high security carbonite holding area. They had no contact when after they were taken in so he was going in blind. He could very well just be handing himself over to authorities.

Jax felt naked without his weapons and mechanical arm. He would manage though. Most of his concerns about the job lie with Mandalorian's reputation. He quickly pushed the thought away. The rest of the crew activated their shadow holograms as they got closer and changed into Mandalorian prison guards. Jax looked over at Thraxis, "You ready, Brother?"

Allies: [member="Null"] | [member="Thraxis"] | [member="Causstik Rahn"] | [member="Gunner Vandal"]​

[member="Solonariwan Tofusin"]
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[member="Kaine Australis"]​

 

[Delsin Kessler]

Location: Dead End Prison docking bay
Objective: Take the Facility
Equipment: On signature

Solon got a smoke out, and threw the empty box away "Why are we trying to get inside a prison meant for keep people inside? And a Mandalorian one" thought for himself while he turned the ship radio on. It was stolen, while he was making deals with a mando. Way too easy, and any info about a stolen ship wouldnt arrive until it was too late for them. It didnt had any weapons, so they depended on the fake ID to work, otherwise they would be on big trouble "This is cargo ship number 6. We are going to close early, so this food cargo will be delivered half an hour sooner than expected" "Bring it on Cargo Ship Number 6" He prepared his Second Skin armor and his booma blaster as he imagine that the Docking Bay would have a lot of armed guards, blast doors, maybe some turrets. The ship started to get close and closer...

[member='Jax Vandal'] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Gunner Vandal"]

 

[Soundwave]

Null

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Dead End Prison, Docking Bay
Infiltrate and Disrupt

Null sat in the transport along with the restrained 'prisoners' having taken on the identity of a Mandalorian Prison Guard escorting said individuals into Dead End Prison. He would look down at his hand, turning it over as the shadow hologram rippled lightly to briefly reveal the armored Gen'Dai's true appearance beneath the shadow hologram before returning to normal as he looked down at the rest of his body. Normally the significantly larger Gen'Dai would stand out, but due to the shadow hologram appeared as an average Mandalorian. Null would lean back in his seat, feeling the rumble of the ship that they had commandeered and murdered off the previous crew. If their credentials checked out it would be an easy in and they would be on their way to executing the other phases of the plan. He wasn't so much worried about the chaos and fighting that would ensue.

He's killed Mandalorians before, but they were never able to kill him; not very bright the bucketheads. Null had his weapons already on his person, or rather inside of him hidden beneath the mass of corded muscle and nerve bundles that made up his body. Sufficient enough weapons to make short work of Mandalorians, especially if one knew where to shoot. Verpine's sure knew how to make very efficient weapons for killing, especially on operations that required a more stealthy approach. Null's body twitched with anticipation, though outwardly he was unchanged. While the credits for the job were enough to pique his interest, it was more the idea of pissing off the Mandalorians that drew him to this job, and he was set to get his fill of enjoyment out of it.

[member="Jax Vandal"] | [member="Thraxis"] | [member="Causstik Rahn"] | [member="Gunner Vandal"] | [member="Solonariwan Tofusin"]​

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[member="Kaine Australis"]​

 

[Thraxis]

Loadout: ​

Spoiler

Chasis Slot: Thraxis Armour Helmet Slot: Enigma Gas Mask​

Cloak Slot: Phantasm Cloak Greave Slot: Thraxis Armour​

Pauldron Slot: Thraxis Armour Foot Slot: Thraxis Armour​

Melee: Cruciatus Blade Overcoat: None​

Rifle Slot: DEMP Sidearm Slot: Pistolas​

Misc: Null Generator Hand-to-Hand Weapon: Vambrace​

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Hopefully, all neatly tied up in a bundle trunk grabbed by the Prison Guards and left in their great care.

Location: A Dead End
Objective: Do my job.
He lounged about, leg tapping up and down in rhythmic succession. How did he get here? A man with more credits than sense and less sense than a mute Auditor. Of course, the key may be the lack of sense, but let's not get caught up on that facet. No, he got here because like most he made a mistake. He was drunk and took a job, his knowledge consisting of, Fight a Mandalorians. Which, to be frank, he jumped on in an instant. He technically hadn't accepted. He simply walked up to the biggest, highest ranked Mano in the room and punched him cold in the teeth before getting jumped, bash, beaten and taken to prison. Which. Well. It was a start in getting him to the job.

Jax seemed far more keen, not taking to lounge on the spectacular array of comforts given. A bed. Spectacular indeed, Mandolorains really knew how to treat their prisoners it seemed. jax seemed, however, a little perturbed by the lack of armour. Or weapons. Or gear. Thraxis, was less so. He was a poxy man, given a shirt to cover ghastly wounds, his every inch of flesh, not mere bruises and scrapes, but scabbing wounds hanging stitches and a slab of glass along with his arm so he could watch the vein pulsate here and there in his spare time. Though he never found time for that anymore these days, always head to toe in armour, but as a prisoner, he had all the time in the world to watch the blood flow. He was content with what he was given, the Stun Cuffs were a little grating, but none-the-less he found comfort, rolling on his bed and getting a good nights sleep.

Jax questioned if he was ready, he laughed in response. He was Thraxis. He was prepared for the reign of Force Sensitive Bunny Rabbits armed with Lightsabers for teeth. This, he was happy to say, "Yeah mate. I think I am." He retorted getting comfortable for his long stay if nothing went right.
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[member="Jax Vandal"] | [member="Null"] | [member="Solonariwan Tofusin"]