Ore pirates Arr finished

[Narr Noft]

When word got back to Ryloth about the death of Calo South it seemed they were impressed. Unfortunately Magnus was busy, but the Galactic Alliance operative once again thought of Narr Noft to support the rebels in their work. This time it was the Mining Guild that had requested aid from the Galactic Alliance after a newly landed pirate crew began seizing the Guild's shipments of unrefined ores en route to Ryloth. Casualties had been mourned, but the miners weren't skilled enough with the blaster to take out a group of seasoned pirates. Thus, naturally, they asked the help of those that were.

Narr's tongue was hanging from his mouth in a desperate effort of the Shivastenen to expell some excess heat, no doubt making it seem like he was really nervous for the blaster fight they were about to run into. Truthfully, Narr didn't worry about the pirates at all, too preoccupied as he was trying to not think about getting his next hit of Glitterryll into his furry arm. He should've known that quitting that stuff cold turkey was a foolish move, yet he did it anyway. His belt was adorned with extra magazines for his blaster pistol and while he didn't bring extra for the bowcaster, he'd never leave that behind in a million years. The things he had to endure to be given that thing by the wookiees on Kashyyyk meant it was worth more to him than any blaster could ever be.

They were seated in a Technical and racing at the speeder's top speed towards the mountain hideout of the pirates. Intel from the Mining Guild suggested there are at least two dozen pirates holed up at a dried up mine that connects to a valley big enough to land their ship. There were two ways they could receive the rebel operatives today: 1) they were all drunk or hungover on account of having sold their stolen shipment the evening before, or 2) they were alert and ready because they're still sitting on hot merchandise. It was the latter that could potentially ruin the day for the rebel operatives.

It was still early in the day and Narr hoped that it would all be over by noon, that he'd get paid his share and if the Force was willing could avoid immediately spending all of it on spice.

@Stratus @Vacca

 

[Vardon Galland]

The force seemed to have made a habit out of guiding Vardon back to Ryloth as he had visited the planet numerous times in the past. He didn't mind, however, and did in fact tend to enjoy the time spent on the twi'lek home world. Sitting in his medium armour didn't seem like the brightest idea that had ever crossed his mind as the temperature remained high. Hopefully, it would be worth the added discomfort from the heat and weight would pay off in terms of protection. Naturally, not needing the protection in the first place would've been preferable.

Clearing out pirates disturbing the mining sounded like a meaningful objective. Not only would they be removing a menace to the locals and whoever became the victim of their next raid, but they would also be able to get on the mining guilds' good side. Something which could probably prove to be beneficial in the long term, especially when taking their considerable influence in the sector into account.

With both his lightsaber and two vibroknives attached to his belt, the Thyferran was prepared for the mission which would most likely be a violent affair. Out of the three people on the speeder, the Shistavanen seemed to be the most experienced one and most probably knew what he was doing. "So, what's the plan?" The padawan spoke loudly in order for the others to hear despite them traveling at a high speed.

@Stratus @Ecclessey

 

[Narr Noft]

Perhaps Narr would never quite understand why the Jedi thought he was the most experienced in dealing with pirates. His job had been focused on hunting down criminals trying to evade punishment for committed crimes while the Galactic Alliance expelled infamous pirate groups from Outer Rim planets like Tatooine. Regardless, even with his tongue hanging from his mouth, the bags under his eyes and the high-strung look of a spice addict in withdrawal, Narr was apparently the designated leader of this assault. You could say that he once again lead a posse of like-minded folks with the clear and just intent to deliver judgment to those that deserved it.

Turning his head to the rebel Vardon (@Pyrenees) he first put his tongue back behind his teeth and swallowed away excess saliva before he finally replied; "We go on foot for the last mile and see in what state the guard is." After all, everything depended on whether or not the group of pirates was drunk and hungover or alert and expecting either buyers or local militia. "If they're drunk or half asleep we take them out silently and then ambush the others inside their base. We give no quarter." He expected the last part to no go down easy for his companions, but it was an important part of their operation if they were going to succeed. The three of them could never hope to arrest pirates or warn them to put their hands up, for sooner or later the pirates would figure out that they have a numerical advantage and charge them anyway. Piracy had a hefty punishment in these parts and the Mining Guild wasn't known for offering mercy.

A few moments later the speeder stopped and the driver said something to Narr, who nodded and exited the speeder. "It's a few minutes of walking and climbing across this ridge, but their base should be easy to spot when we're through."

@Stratus @Pyrenees

 

[Amelia Saltori]

It was Amelia’s first time to Ryloth, and so far she couldn’t say that she was impressed by what she had seen; mesas and valleys with the occasional jungle weren’t exactly the speed of the city girl that still lived inside.

Her companions chatted away between themselves about the mission but, while she would usually join in, Amelia sat in the speeder with her arms crossed and contemplated what was about to come - this was to be one of her first combat encounters and she knew that if things didn’t go to plan, it would haunt her for the rest of her quite possibly very short life.

The speeder came to a spot and Amelia took a quick look around, only to find a small ridge up ahead, and just caught the mission leader saying something about a mile walk until they could see the pirates’ camp. Nothing she was sure they couldn’t handle. Standing up, she tapped her waist to check that her blue lightsaber was still hanging there proudly. Amelia wore no armour, safe her simple Jedi robes which she was sure wouldn’t do much in the way of protection, but it allowed her the freedom of movement she needed and was quite a bit quieter than a huge clanking suit of armour.

Looking at her companions, she nodded sharply, and they set off...

@Ecclessey @Pyrenees