Tayise Betna
Character
Location: Harnaidan City
Objective: Raid
Friends: Mandalorians, [member="Mirshko Betna"]
Enemies: Anyone opposing
Equipment:
The journey was a pain, but then again when was it not? Crammed into their ships, the raiding parties had endured the confined spaces with pragmatic tolerance knowing full well that the end result was worth the inconvenience. With a healthy amount of both luck and skill the raid would go off as planned and there would be full holds and few empty seats for the return trip.
Tayise felt the transition from metal decking to grassy soil as she stepped down the ramp and onto the world of Muunilinst for the first time in her life. It was an impressive city and one that she couldn't help to admire, a far cry from the mountainous regions she called home on Mandalore. Columns and arches stretched as far as the eye could see and she could easily see why such a place was considered the banking capital of the world. Skyscrapers stood next to squat civic centers and municipal buildings throughout the city and here and there stood natural parks of various sizes, some larger than others. It was in such a place that the raiding party had landed, their Orar'uliik ships slipping into atmosphere undetected and uncontested, their cloaking devices concealing their presence with ease until it was time to land. There were few of the ships, only enough for this small raid, but it was sufficient for the task at hand.
Currently, save for the screams and shouts of startled civilians, there was no opposition to be seen. She knew that their element of surprise was only limited at best, local police and possibly garrisoned troops would easily be here if given enough time, but that was an acceptable risk. A raid without some form of resistance was often highly unprofitable, yielding small gains and no glory in the process. The more resistance, the more there was to earn, but the trick was to balance risk with reward, for a dead warrior gained nothing more than the glory of the dead in the end.
"That one," Tayise barked over her commlink, marking the squat building on her map. Her HUD systems translated the sign on the front to show it was some sort of banking facility, a designation that usually meant money in some form or another. Around her the warriors moved, some to her target and others elsewhere. The goal was to hit multiple targets of opportunity as quickly as possible and then escape before the main force of any local navies arrived to blockade them. Not that they would be rendered helpless in such a case, however...
Objective: Raid
Friends: Mandalorians, [member="Mirshko Betna"]
Enemies: Anyone opposing
Equipment:
- Beskad
- Chaavla Revolver
- Submachinegun
- Dinu'ul
- Beskar'gam
- Mechamiri backpack
The journey was a pain, but then again when was it not? Crammed into their ships, the raiding parties had endured the confined spaces with pragmatic tolerance knowing full well that the end result was worth the inconvenience. With a healthy amount of both luck and skill the raid would go off as planned and there would be full holds and few empty seats for the return trip.
Tayise felt the transition from metal decking to grassy soil as she stepped down the ramp and onto the world of Muunilinst for the first time in her life. It was an impressive city and one that she couldn't help to admire, a far cry from the mountainous regions she called home on Mandalore. Columns and arches stretched as far as the eye could see and she could easily see why such a place was considered the banking capital of the world. Skyscrapers stood next to squat civic centers and municipal buildings throughout the city and here and there stood natural parks of various sizes, some larger than others. It was in such a place that the raiding party had landed, their Orar'uliik ships slipping into atmosphere undetected and uncontested, their cloaking devices concealing their presence with ease until it was time to land. There were few of the ships, only enough for this small raid, but it was sufficient for the task at hand.
Currently, save for the screams and shouts of startled civilians, there was no opposition to be seen. She knew that their element of surprise was only limited at best, local police and possibly garrisoned troops would easily be here if given enough time, but that was an acceptable risk. A raid without some form of resistance was often highly unprofitable, yielding small gains and no glory in the process. The more resistance, the more there was to earn, but the trick was to balance risk with reward, for a dead warrior gained nothing more than the glory of the dead in the end.
"That one," Tayise barked over her commlink, marking the squat building on her map. Her HUD systems translated the sign on the front to show it was some sort of banking facility, a designation that usually meant money in some form or another. Around her the warriors moved, some to her target and others elsewhere. The goal was to hit multiple targets of opportunity as quickly as possible and then escape before the main force of any local navies arrived to blockade them. Not that they would be rendered helpless in such a case, however...