Hounds of Justice pt. 1

[Romeo Kryze]

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DATHOMIR, LOCAL TIME: 0743

The Mandalorian transport opened its hatch, a few meters from the ground as an armored figure plopped from the cargo bay and landed into the swampy terrain with an uncomfortable thump. Air displaced around his presence, muddy soil caved under the weight of its breaker, a cold and frigid stare glaring through the region. Romeo's green eyes missed rarely, flashing with a hint of carnal tenacity as he tapped into the datapad on his side and pulled up a hologram. On it was the picture of a Zabrak as well as an exorbitant amount of credits displayed under his name.

"Seems the sisters want to pay handsomely for this..." He muttered under his breath, the pristine Beskar'gam glowing with its radiance, the brilliant suit of ebony adorned with gold. He checked his equipment including the dual wielded Strill pistols, the Shriek-Hawk laced across his back, two additional packs for each armament and two ordnances: a fragmentation and smoke grenade. That was enough, he thought to himself, drawing both the side arms and tracking his way across the swamp ground.

Stepping high through waist level water, he finally came upon a hill, shoulder bracing against a tree as he peered over to look at what appeared as a desolate encampment. Romeo whispered into the comm-link, "Position?" He asked, wondering where the hell his Rau bred teammate was.

@Gian Greydragon

 

[Doren Rau]

Doren hopped out of the transport spacecraft alongside his partner, Romeo Kryze; a fellow Mandalorian who clued him in on a job on Dathomir that'd put him and his family up for the upcoming Concordian Winter that was fast approaching. Not thinking twice about it, Doren signed on with Romeo, and off they went.

From what he understood, they were looking for a particular slaver who had been operating in the area, and that was enough to get Doren's attention. The free-spirited Mandalorian hated even the notion of anyone being made to work for nothing in return. It would be more merciful to simply kill the person, but he guessed that would defeat the purpose.

So the next best thing would be simply to kill the slavers, capture the head honcho, and free the slaves. He had some extra room on the farm for a few more hands if the need arises, and a wage would likely be welcomed by anyone found in such an awful predicament.

"'Bout a meter to yer right, over," he joked, through his commslink, making light of the situation, coupled with a light lunch to Romeo's arm as he shot him a facetious smirk.

Doren had not ever been to Dathomir, and thought it unwise to travel alone, and risk miscalculated rendezvous coordinates, and simply traveled with Romeo to save himself the trouble.

@Faded Truth

 

[Romeo Kryze]

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Romeo smirked as Doren messed with him, making light of the situation as the Rau brethren never could really shy away from a chance at mocking others. He didn't mind it though, fun rippings were always part of the culture. The Mandalorian's armored form moved through the swamp land, noticing his comrade just a few paces away as they came within 50 meters of the encampment. Lowering down, he took cover behind a tree and peered around, cold green eyes glancing through the T visor as they glared upon a few guards on patrol.

"Target no where to be found..do you have visual". He said, again using the comm link even though Doren was just a few meters away. It made him feel special and was entertaining in certain situations. Placing the two pistols away, he pulled out his Shriek-Hawk and looked through the zoomed reticle. Crosshairs drifting aimlessly before they settled upon a husky Nautolan on patrol duty.

"Take him out?" He asked for confirmation.

@Gian Greydragon