Laira Darkhold
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Draco stood on the bridge of the Bes’drahr lazily letting his eyes drift over keyboards and veiwscreens. This was a simple shakedown cruise around the system, just having been sent from the docks above Taris to Mandalore. Mandal Hypernautics had recently assisted in the refitting and retrofitting of the class, taking great pains to ensure the vessel met its meticulous standards. Certainly Larraq was running a tight shift on that side of the planet.
“Alor, I have something you might want to look at.” A warrior, young woman from the looks of her armor and sound of her voice, tapped him on the shoulder. She was holding a datapad that the warlord took quietly.
He skimmed through it softly letting his gaze flow over the screen. “And, a little shop outside Keldabe.”
“Look at the owner and the catalog.” She said, her grin behind the mask basically audible.
“Myra Hadrix...” the name trailed off and the Bridge crew all visibly flinched at the sound of the name. One of the monsters like Darth Vornskr that had never been brought to justice. At least Vornskr had died a few times over the years, but Hadrix liked to hide after suffocating a bunch of children in a hangar and using Wookiees like cannon fodder. Flipping through the catalog he nodded angrily. “These gunships and walkers were present on Castameer used by a Force of commandos known to be aligned with Hadrix. Put eyes on the facility and ready a rapid response group, interdict the area and get a call for a fighter group to secure the atmosphere. Cover all the bases of escape. We are storming it and holding everyone for questioning. Put out the call to the other clans. Worst case, the place is guilty of stupidity. Best case, its feeding time.”
Draco grimaced as he tossed the datapad to the floor. “Call for the Cult.” Some small justice for Roche might finally come. His armored foot smashed the datapad on the deck, and the warriors on the bridge held steely gazes. Truth Serum, electroencephaloscans, and Empaths were all excellent tools for determining the truth of what someone was saying once they were captured. And of course, if you run from the cops, you've definitely got something to hide.
Deep in the belly of the Ship, Sklor got the news and roared an unearthly sound as the cult rallied around their master and prepared to enact painful, delicious justice.
[member="Myra Hadrix"]
@O'saam Echoy'la | [member="Gray Raxis"] | [member="Stardust Raxis"] | [member="Alec Rekali"]
“Alor, I have something you might want to look at.” A warrior, young woman from the looks of her armor and sound of her voice, tapped him on the shoulder. She was holding a datapad that the warlord took quietly.
He skimmed through it softly letting his gaze flow over the screen. “And, a little shop outside Keldabe.”
“Look at the owner and the catalog.” She said, her grin behind the mask basically audible.
“Myra Hadrix...” the name trailed off and the Bridge crew all visibly flinched at the sound of the name. One of the monsters like Darth Vornskr that had never been brought to justice. At least Vornskr had died a few times over the years, but Hadrix liked to hide after suffocating a bunch of children in a hangar and using Wookiees like cannon fodder. Flipping through the catalog he nodded angrily. “These gunships and walkers were present on Castameer used by a Force of commandos known to be aligned with Hadrix. Put eyes on the facility and ready a rapid response group, interdict the area and get a call for a fighter group to secure the atmosphere. Cover all the bases of escape. We are storming it and holding everyone for questioning. Put out the call to the other clans. Worst case, the place is guilty of stupidity. Best case, its feeding time.”
Draco grimaced as he tossed the datapad to the floor. “Call for the Cult.” Some small justice for Roche might finally come. His armored foot smashed the datapad on the deck, and the warriors on the bridge held steely gazes. Truth Serum, electroencephaloscans, and Empaths were all excellent tools for determining the truth of what someone was saying once they were captured. And of course, if you run from the cops, you've definitely got something to hide.
Deep in the belly of the Ship, Sklor got the news and roared an unearthly sound as the cult rallied around their master and prepared to enact painful, delicious justice.
[member="Myra Hadrix"]
@O'saam Echoy'la | [member="Gray Raxis"] | [member="Stardust Raxis"] | [member="Alec Rekali"]