The clan was always first. It took precedent over Nox's own health and wealth as it always will with his duty as a Mandalorian. With his people nomadic, the need for supplies was constant and recently, they were beginning to become wanting. There had been skirmishes lately between his clan's people and the local bandits that had populated the moon of Concord Dawn, providing an ample target. Reports had been discovered of a convoy that contained weapons and munitions that would be able to outfit his people properly if taken. It would be on the move and that left it open to be struck upon.
Nox navigated up a rocky cliff to reach the vantage point at the top, the convoy down below him. When he reached the spot, he lowered himself into a prone position, concealing himself amongst the rocks. He slowly pulled out his BM-548 and nestled it on top of a stone before pressing a button on his gauntlet to activate his low-light vision mode. The contrast changed and his vision began to fill with green as the shadows disappeared and the lights below him stood out like beacons. Peering through the scope, a small camp came into view, a train of cargo speeders at the entrance of it with crates of supplies on each one. Pirates patroled around it and the outpost, others speaking amongst themselves before they departed.
The Mandalorian scoped out the camp for a few more minutes before eventually sitting up and turning off his night vision. His rifle was stowed away onto his back once more as he turned around and made his way down the cliff. When he reached the base of it, he walked towards the pair of speeders and the other clansman that was tasked with this retrieval as well. "The convoy is still in the camp but about to leave. I count about twelve to fifteen guards for it." Nox glanced towards the falling sun before returning his attention back to the fellow mandalorian, his slightly modulated voice cutting through the silence in the darkening sky, "We have the cover of darkness with us soon. We should wait for it to be on the move before we ambush it."
The two could most likely take on all the guards without too much injury but there was room for them to be smart about what they were doing.
@Darasuum
Nox navigated up a rocky cliff to reach the vantage point at the top, the convoy down below him. When he reached the spot, he lowered himself into a prone position, concealing himself amongst the rocks. He slowly pulled out his BM-548 and nestled it on top of a stone before pressing a button on his gauntlet to activate his low-light vision mode. The contrast changed and his vision began to fill with green as the shadows disappeared and the lights below him stood out like beacons. Peering through the scope, a small camp came into view, a train of cargo speeders at the entrance of it with crates of supplies on each one. Pirates patroled around it and the outpost, others speaking amongst themselves before they departed.
The Mandalorian scoped out the camp for a few more minutes before eventually sitting up and turning off his night vision. His rifle was stowed away onto his back once more as he turned around and made his way down the cliff. When he reached the base of it, he walked towards the pair of speeders and the other clansman that was tasked with this retrieval as well. "The convoy is still in the camp but about to leave. I count about twelve to fifteen guards for it." Nox glanced towards the falling sun before returning his attention back to the fellow mandalorian, his slightly modulated voice cutting through the silence in the darkening sky, "We have the cover of darkness with us soon. We should wait for it to be on the move before we ambush it."
The two could most likely take on all the guards without too much injury but there was room for them to be smart about what they were doing.
@Darasuum