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Randon, Capital City Outskirts
13:28 Planetary Time
13:28 Planetary Time
The VH-Series Freighter trundled through the sky making way to land just outside of the main city, the vista of a wartorn hellscape below was enough to make even a stalwart warrior feel remorse for those caught in the middle of it all. Eric The Bee was the ship they had commissioned for this journey and it was painted in a black and yellow striped pattern. It was possibly the only smuggling crew ballsy enough to fly a mercenary, rebel, jedi and mandalorian into a contested warzone hauling relief supplies that would be snatched up by the hutts the second they found it. Shifting in his seat, helmet off and deck sweeper across his lap Juulius had his head leaned back against the bulkhead with his eyes closed. This joint venture would serve as an opportunity to show the galactic stage Mandalorians aren't just blood thirsty animals, some of them had hearts from time to time.
The tasks were simple on paper deliver the food and water to the refugee camp that had formed from the fighting inside the city displacing many residents, provide an urgent casevac to the wounded rebel forces fighting in the capital district and deliver munitions to the rebels to combat the snake like droids the hutts utilize. Nasty robotic troops with a built in blaster arm and the other a vibroblade, less than a fair fight in Juulius's mind but then again his commanders did use basilisk droids more than a few times to reign terror.
"So, what do you think our odds are on getting out alive?" Juulius asked to the others without lifting his head or opening his eyes. He was deep in meditation and playing it off like he was resting, but he was channelling the force and steeling himself for battle or whatever was about to come before the group.