The jet black of void space was only highlighted by a sprinkling of stars that dotted the distant landscapes of the Outer Rim. The Mandalorian people had come together in an act of celebration of new beginnings, which meant that old and new faces had come together and connections had been made. Rynn Itera had never felt that direct connection to Mandalore and no matter how hard he tried he couldn't find the fire within himself to try and rally their people into a new age of glory. He cared about his covert, his family's traditions, they were core to him and made him into the infamous character in the galaxy. Where other Mandalorians had floundered in trying to hold onto old traditions, Rynn saw an opportunity.
So here he sat, looking out across his viewport towards a distant speck floating in the distance as he mulled over their plan. He had recruited a like minded Solus and members of his covert to begin expanding their own collection of goods. Piracy was on the rise in the hyperlanes, and Rynn felt it would be beneficial to capitalize on that. Their target was a heavily modified Cumulus-Class Corsair which had been retrofitted to serve as a beer garden and a gambling den. The cannon's would be stripped out to fit room for extra ships for the guests, though it wouldn't be completely defenseless.
The Glittered Bantha was escorted by a freighter and a small squadron of fighters that were contracted as local security. They wouldn't be able to outright board the craft with their guns ablazing, they'd have to feign distress. Rynn pushed up his range finder as he began to pull within view of the corsair. He pulled back on the thrusters and looked back towards his covert members. "Readying the distress call, prepare to board."
Rynn pulled left on the controls and sent the side of his freighter into a tail-spin as he called through his private communication channel. "Ready for your shots, feel free to go rough." It was time to see if this Badger lived up to their crest.
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