A Crown on Wings

[Mig Cabra]

Antar's Fist roared with power as Mig and his crew descended onto Toydaria. The chaos of the uprising was their opening to find the king of Toydaria. Mig was meeting Greybok here to meet with the King and escort him to safety. Imperial Hutta forces were stretched thin and would not be as vigilant, but it would still be messy. A new set of armor, an arsenal to defeat an army, and a happy attitude accompanied Mig for this mission. The Heavy Assault Armor made him feel like a super hero taking on a base full of bad guys. Mig let himself fantasize about being 'The Iron Gotal' for this mission.

"Greybok, friend!" He said over the established short-range comlink channel. "We are here! Land near Mig."

The bomber settled onto an arid plateau away from the cities. Mig and the crew of Gotal Rebels disembarked and looked out over the desert below. A tiny village was worked into the cliff side here that had been hiding the king himself. The location made it easy to traverse for Toydarian locals, but it would be a challenge for those who did not have wings to hover from cave to cave, level to level. That was likely part of the original appeal. Mig was not a fan of having to enter the village, but a job had to be done.

"Okay... you four guard the ships. Mig and Greybok go down." Mig told the four Gotal crew members as he inspected the drop of the cliff.

@Malon @Sreeya @GABA

 

[Greybok]

"We're already on the ground, you daft goat!" Twobee's voice crackled over Mig's comms, followed by the sound of Greybok roaring a rebuke loudly. "Greybok has been parked out here searching for a way into the village for over an hour now! Where in Darth Vrael's shriveled sack have you been?"

Truth was, Greybok and Twobee weren't far. They were perched on the edge of the very plateau that Mig had just landed upon. The Wookiee was using his unique goggles to scan the village for entry points or any signs of trouble. Unlike Mig, he wasn't able to just jetpack over to the village. Not to mention, he thought he had seen Sith ships flying overhead not too long ago and had a sinking feeling that they were due for some company.

Greybok had come with his bowcaster, which was already in his hands; his ryyk blade, which was in its sheath on his shoulder; and a backup blaster pistol sitting on his bandolier. His armor wasn't really much for armor, but it did well enough to protect him while also offering him mobility. If it came to combat, he was ready, but he wasn't so sure he was ready to do it alongside Mig.

He had heard through the grapevine what Mig was like on the missions to secure Mon Cala. The Gotal was rather fond of whipping out his new rocket launchers and using them in inappropriate situations, to the detriment of himself and every living thing in his proximity. Grey had no intention of getting his fur caught on fire by being caught in Mig's explosive blasts. @Sreeya @GABA @Cazar