Open Nar Shaddaa Anything for Credits

[Rynn Itera]

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The holo-image of the Devaronian flickered across the HUD of Rynn's visor. Even in the smuggler's moon, the reception seemed to cut in and out, with a heavy delay between the voice and the movement of the alien's body and lips. The young mandalorian would adjust the frequency reception on his helmet's antenna with a heavy sigh, but it seemed to only create more static.

"Scchssssh.....Lord Ty'ganna Jal...scrccch...Tibunna requests the service of a hunter of your...scrcssh...skills." The image seemed to flicker away for a moment before coming back into focus, "...Jarduna, the.....hssssss.....is a prize asset and family of my Lord. It is believed he is lost in the lower subsection of Nar-Shadda...overrun by the plague that took the city. Return him and you will be paid handsomely by the Hutts."

The young mandalorian huffed and closed the communicator, it seemed like a pointless job, but it paid too well to not consider it. I'm going to need a team, but my contacts are all MIA. The young mandalorian would scan for the nearest cantina and would head towards it, perhaps someone would be willing to aide in taking a part of the cut.

 

[Rakiss Vano]

Rakiss would be in said cantina, he would be sitting in a booth alone and just enjoying the drink he had as company. The mandalorian had just come off his last job, the poor fool that was the target thought it was smart to threaten him with a few hired thugs..... but it would seem all the talk was just that..... talk, atleast until he put a blaster to them and shut them up.

He was already starting to feel stagnant, he never did like sitting still for too long, his brother knew that better than anyone, being the leader of a clan had its responsibilities. But he was glad that still left room for the hunt for the most part, his armors crimson glint in the low light was satisfying to the eye, at least to his while he stared at his helmet that was on the table looking back to him. He had also been on a mission to unite others of his people with other clans that felt it was time mandalores chosen make another statement in the galaxies history.

So any of his people that still roamed without a place of their own was welcome to him and he would be all too eager to help. The cantina was only at a small lull of noise the air sweet with drinks being served. But it wasn’t crowded all it would take would be anyone to walk in and look around, he wouldn’t be hard to spot nor would he come off cross unless provoked. But for now he just sat there and enjoyed himself. “I’m surprised I’ve gone this long without getting shot at...... I don’t know how I feel about that hehe.” He chuckled to himself and smiled slightly sinking into his seat.

 

[Rynn Itera]

The young Mandalorian stepped through the cantina door with a gentle thud. The musky clouds of spice and booze seemed to fill the condensed room. The flooring was a simple metal grating, and generic steel walls. Like many hole in the wall joints, the owners seemed to choose the option of overbearing neon-lighting and holo-figures that bombarded the senses. Even with all these cheap thrills, it didn't seem to attract anyone -- it wasn't a good sign for prospects.

A few patrons turned to gaze towards the Mandalorian armor, noting the ancient Dathomiri horns and maul like face painting that was adorned across the ancient helmet. The old sigil of the Death Watch was painted across the pauldron, though the young Mandalorian had no idea about the truth of his ancestry.

"He's sitting over there.." One of the patrons stammered, and pointed towards a Red and Black Mandalorian, "You and your friend better not cause any trouble."

Rynn's silent visage shifted towards the patron, as he pushed a bit of his cloak to the side to reveal a lightsaber he had received when defeating a Jedi on Kessel. The message was clear enough. "Thanks.."

He'd quickly turn and would make his way towards the Mandalorian, offering a nod. "I haven't seen another Mandalorian in a while." He'd say with a grunt, "Are you here on a job?"

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[Rakiss Vano]

Rakiss hadn’t noticed the other enter, he was in his own thoughts for his plans on what to do next. But soon enough he heard the thuds of the others steps near him. He looked up to another mandalorian like himself, he returned the nod then paused.

The armor itself was not what he stared at, it was what was brandished on it was what caught his eye. But finally he let out a few words in a low tone “Is the work really ever over?” sitting forward now he gestured a hand toward the seat near the stranger offering him to sit, then again speaking “But to give a straight reply to your question I just finished one...... now tell me..... how is it your wearing that armor, more importantly wearing those markings and one...... I haven’t seen you before, and two...... that you haven’t seen any of your people for some time. I mean what what we are doing I figured word would have gotten around sooner.”

he gave a slight head tilt and drank again, then giving more words for the stranger to hear “But introductions..... I’m Rakiss, Rakiss Vano and leader of clan Vano. But I have to say I haven’t heard or seen that symbol you got on you in a long time..... My clans past generations were one of the few that were fond of you sort. Even shared the same side of battles.”

He gave a small grin to the stranger “But I’ll ask....... what are you looking for? Where is the trouble stiring up now?”

 

[Naxa]

The BX commando droid moved about. Its scatterweave coated chasis didn't need the aid of the built in personal cloaking device. The machine was silent and statuesque until it moved. The communications the Mandalorian had received were intercepted, and eavesdropped by droid standards though it was garbled by the sound of it. It wasn't even encrypted.

With deft movements that were smooth and agile, N4-X4 did not seem to draw attention from any of the other patrons as it approached the two Mandalorians. As it got closer it sounded like they were strangers to one another.

"N4-X4." It introduced flatly first and formost. "You are in need of additional membership for your endeavor?" It was more of a statement but phrase like a question. The blank photoreceptors looked the Mandalorians each up and down. It had posed the question towards the horned warrior but the crimson armored one might have use for its services. Over the machine's left shoulder would bob into view a dark painted ID-21 seeker droid watching like a quiet familiar.

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[Rynn Itera]

The Mandalorian's golden visor glistened along the neon lighting of the club's setting as he fixed his eyes upon the fellow Mandalorian. "I am a Foundling from small Covert on Cardooine, this armor had been gifted to me at my coming of age and was passed down from my mentor's ancestry." He'd rest his hand along the hilt of his lightsaber, though he made no motion of ill will towards the fellow Mando.

"There is nothing on Mandalore, our people were wiped away. Though I have heard of rumblings of those who seek to rebuild the false ways." He'd say with a grunt through his helmet. "Rynn Itera of Clan Bat." He'd make present the sigil of the Chirodactyl that sat on his pauldron. The young Mandalorian did not know of the ancient traditions or even what the markings on his helm and armor meant, it was merely a representation of who he was, who his family had been.

He paused as he heard the sound of a robotic voice come from his side, cause him to turn, "Droids.." He muttered a bit beneath his breath. They were often annoying at best, but often a liability. Though Rynn had seen a droid of this make before, their combat skills were efficient, and in an undead nightmare like the Smuggler's Moon, there was no risk to an infection.

"I took up a job for a Hutt Lord, a simple recovery of an asset." He'd say with a pause, "The only intel that I have is that its name is Larduna." He'd say with a pause as he pulled out a small holo-map which focused on the districts of Nar Shaddaa. With a couple flicks of his hands, the young Mandalorian would focus in on a palace. "Here, on level 1456, it's Lord Ty'ganna's old palace. We'll start there, and see if we can find anything that's still alive."

He'd flick the hologram off and would place it back to his side. "We'll evenly cut the profits, but it's not going to be easy. I hope you don't mind the dead.."

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[IG 55]

IG-55 showed himself after the others did the same. He wanted the surprise and the advantage. His movements were not as smooth as the BX droid had gotten around but it did nothing to lower his effectivity in battle. In the eleven years that he had been activated for his master’s bidding, he had ensured pain and death all throughout the galaxy on several covert missions for Crimson Dawn.

Now the assassin droid was facing a droid from a bygone era and two Mandolorians. IG had met some cultists friends that seemed to be much more intimidating than these two Mandos- maybe it was the strange mutations. IG gripped his RT-97C readily while he waited for a good time to introduce himself. After the others finished talking, the droid made himself known.

“I am IG-55. They will never know what hit them.”

 

[Rakiss Vano]

Rakiss gave a stare for what seemed like minutes as he watches the other mando talk, then he chuckled slightly to himself “Looks like you’ve been living under a rock.... you see people think we are still scattered.... the only sort of action people started to see us fighting on large groups for who knows how long was just recently on taris.”

He paused and then continued. “Next time your our near mandalore why not have a look..... you’d be surprised what we are hiding there.” then he changed the subject “Ok looks like something worth the effort in terms of the job, I don’t mind the dead so why not give me more details on the way.... and we can keep these droids for the trip, could prove useful.” Rakiss finished the drink and stands up, now pulling the helmet from the table and onto his head. Now waiting for what was to come next.

 

[Naxa]

The black-clad commando droid stood silently and listen while the others spoke further. N4-X4 gave momentary scan of the IG unit before looking at the map presented. The others and their armament would be adequate for the goal the zabrak-helmed warrior. There was no telling what the others looked like underneath their armor. They could even be other BX units for all Naxa knew.

The red armored shocktrooper commando mentioned 'keeping' the droids. N4-X4 had yet to re-enter service under any terms other than its own. But working for a Mandalorian could also prove beneficial. This would be a good screening process.

The BX commando droid had a two sectioned electro staff. It was better than nothing but a sword would have been a better choice for going into the lower levels of Nar Shaddaa. A log file was stored in the back of the combat machine's memories to remind it to buy a flame projector after this. +Applications numerous+

Naxa did not protest to what had been said. Its body language acting like any combat unit on standby awaiting the next step. It made certain to catalogue its current capabilities and run a quick diagnostic. Inventory and status one hundred and fifty rounds remaining. Close quarters execution methods may be required. Whether or not the others will attract attention or not remains to be seen.

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[Rynn Itera]

The young mandalorian would look back towards the IG Droid who made his way towards the table. He'd offer a simple nod from behind his golden visor. "Two Droids, and two Mandalorians...these undead freaks never stood a chance." He was smiling beneath that helm of his, but it wasn't like they could see it.

"The information was scant," he'd say as he began leading the group towards the bar's exit. "The whole city's infrastructure is going to schutta and I lost reception. From what I've read on the Holonet, there will ne no backup or emergency calls. We're going to be going in alone."

The once bustling platforms of Nar Shaddaa were now a ghost town. There were a few people walking about, but they were mostly citizens that couldn't afford to escape off planet. In a way the Mandalorian felt for them, they never stood a chance at whatever in the force had caused this plague to begin spreading like a wildfire across the galaxy. But, there was no time to worry about that now.

"Stop.." A voice cracked towards the group as they approached a network elevator. A group of Cartel soldiers stood ready with blasters. "No one goes down without proper clearance. Move along."

The young Mandalorian shifted his eyes to his group before quick drawing his blaster and aiming it towards the group. "We're hired by Lord Ty'ganna for asset collection." His voice cut through his helmet's communicator. "Step aside.." The troops looked towards the towering IG-Droid, then to the old Commando droid, and then back to the two Mandalorians -- they would quickly move out of the way and allowing them to continue.

As the group entered, Rynn would begin to prepare, by drawing his two DC hand blasters. "Droids...do either of you have information on Level 1456 and directions to the Lord's palace. Things like maintenance passages, Spice Tunnels, the usual kriff. Now would be the time to divulge.."

The elevator would begin growling and a groan would shutter across the hull. The descent into hell began.

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[IG 55]

“Fifty maintenance tunnels- only three are operational and free of infected specimens. There are thirteen spice tunnels that have minor infected specimens….There is something else…”IG paused for a moment deep in thought. “No matter, it is no threat. We should proceed down tunnel 13-B. There will be less casualties and it is the fastest route to the Lord’s Palace.” He finished his scan and awaited for the elevator doors to open.

The scan that he picked up was small and stayed in one spot. From what the IG unit could tell, it was stuck. The container it was trapped in could be valuable, along with the specimen inside. It was down the tunnel IG suggested so he could check it just in case. Otherwise, he’d continue with the plan as normal. There were tons and tons of undead creatures picked up on his cans. All of which huddled together quietly in packs waiting for noise or light to appear signaling life for them to prey upon. Hopefully the group was a little more adept in stealth.

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[Naxa]

The BX N4-X4 concurred with his own scans after the IG unit spoke. The ID-21 seeker droid that accompanied the commando like a hovering spiderling or metalic jellyfish. The photoreceptors of the droids looked around but made no comment on the dangers of Nar Shaddaa. The droid had been to numerous places and the industrial ecumonopolises could be just as chaotic as a jungle moon.

A somewhat direct path would expedite their time to the Lord's Palace. Echoed sounds of the undead or dying occasional reached his audio receptors but Naxa was unperturbed. No weapons were discharged though and the droid would begin to scan the Lord's Palace the closer they got. +Scout ahead+ It ordered the seeker droid which would pick up speed and zoom ahead of the group and into the shadows. The integrated commlink in the commando droid's body allowed it to directly communicate with the droid without uttering a word out loud. The others could continue to hang back more but Naxa also had more stealth capabilities than his more heavily armored and direct cohorts.

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[Rakiss Vano]

Rakiss would speak in a low tone, “Looks like the droids found us a few ways to go about this..... this was originally your hunt, I’ll just be here for the ride and back you up. Not that I don’t trust droids I just feel better with another one of my own rather than cold steel.”

He then saw one of the droids scurry ahead of the group, as he followed he saw there was in fact a few smaller tunnels near them. He paused a moments and tapped on the screen on his wrist to turn his night vision on his helmet on illuminating the path ahead in a fait yellow.

“Pretty dark, can’t see too far of what’s ahead, safe to say this is gonna be a hassle but a jobs a job I guess. Shall way?”

He said as he crept closer to one of the tunnels and looked in for a moment. Even through the helmet the air tastes sour. He didn’t mind it much but he didn’t like it either. As he took his first step he started making his way through one of the tunnels “If you don’t have a better idea we should go. The one droid has gone ahead to clear it so I’ll follow it until I have a reason not to.”



(OOC) sorry for the delay work has been very rough lately will be better on posting.)

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[IG 55]

IG-55 had never seen a Mandalorian before and made records of what he was perceiving. The beskar, the weapons, the T-shaped visor, jetpacks- these were essentially just flesh and blood creations of what the bounty droid was. Murder Machines But Without The "Machine" Part.

The assassin droid caught up with Naxa and paced with the other droid. "I hope you plan on taking a right at the upcoming fork. The central maintenance tunnel is faster...but crowded. I'm not sure how well our fleshlings will handle. The left path is blocked, either by debris or infected. The right tunnel is longer but will lead us directly to 13-B and has no- incorrect...little infected to deal with."

IG-55 somehow managed to make an audible sigh after the Mandos turned on their lights. "No noise. No light. That is how we will pass unscathed. I suggest you turn those off."

(OOC: So sorry for forgetting about this!!)

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[Naxa]

There were no further problems getting to the Lord's Palace. The tunnels taken by the Mandalorians, scouted by the droids were surrounded by the undead but the path taken was devoid of any dangers. The commentary from the IG unit was ignored by the cold calculating commando droid. If it had heard IG-55 it made no indication it had heard the bounty hunting machine.

The IG unit was not as quite as N4-X4 and foregoing the 'scouting' since everyone wanted to stay together, the droid would simply be on point. "We are here" It said flatly. The Lord's underground palace showed before them in a cavern made of concrete and metal. Level 1456 where the old Lord Ty'ganna's palace sat had a differing architecture than other areas. The creation of the building predated numerous other buildings that had been built over the place, hiding the fortified lap of luxury before it lapsed into obscurity.

"I calculate Larduna will be waiting inside. Proceed with caution" The droid said as it brandished its weapons and began making its way forward. To the outside observer, only the IG unit and the Mandalorian would be visible in the low lighting. The commando droid's scatterweave coated chasis and its personal cloaking device made it nigh impossible to see the droid on its approach.

Four machines roughly a twenty meters beyond where the tunnel exited into the cement cavern. Their photo recptors blinked on turning blue. Shifting from their dormant state, the BYL series sentry droids rotated their blaster assemblies and began to open fire on the recently discovered intruders.

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