Shoring Up: Depthfinding

[Elix the Fifth]

This aggression will not go unanswered! We've intercepted communications chatter from these Selkath seditionists. While we have been resecuring the embassy, our Intelligence analysts have intercepted transmissions between these terrorists’ cells and teams are moving to safehouses to report and coordinate further actions in the future. We’ve dispatched a team with three major objectives: first, to track these terrorists back to their hiding holes and lay waste to them for their foolish audacity, for their attack on galactic peace itself. Secondly, to trace these terrorists transmissions and discover the location of their central hub.

The third objective is to seize the opportunity present within this attack. We must plant data of paramount importance, financial and logistical information that will allow us to capitalize in the wake of this egregious attack on galactic diplomacy and the stability of Manaan’s government.

@Black Noise @Phoenix @Xorism

 

[Varyn Rask]

Varyn had spent the better part of his flight over here looking over the history of Manaan. It was surprisingly tense and violent. All the way back to the original birth of the Empire and the wiping of the Jedi there was conflict about this world and its valuable valuable resource: kolto. Hunted down and sought after by pretty much all militaries, kolto had turned Manaan - an otherwise unremarkable world - into a bona fide hot spot.

It had begun important once again. This time, it was Varyn who was being sent to clean up the mess that the Empire had. The mission was quite delicate, and he assumed that was why only a small team had been sent.

The Manaan seas caused strange alterations in turbulence as the dropship zipped over the water, but despite that, the craft arrived at its destination without any more issue than perhaps a few queasy stomachs. The city above the waters that the team was dropped off in was one of the primary locations of this terrorist activity and "Intelligence" had pointed to one particular safehouse as the area of planning for the next attack. Whether that information would prove to be true or not remained to be seen.

Varyn's normal aresnal of weaponry was on his person, and he felt quite comfortable with this operation regardless of who he was on it with, though as he cast a glance around the passenger bay, it didn't seem like a bad pick. Larisa, he had met before, and he knew that she was more than capable of holding her own. The man, he didn't know, but given the other two operators on the team, he liked to think he was of at least equal caliber. If he wasn't, they would all find out soon.

Find the safehouse, track the signals and movements, plant information pointing to the Pretender, he rehearsed the mission in his mind. It was this final portion that was closest to not sitting well. He didn't like framing people - though in this case the people he was framing weren't friendly - but Imperial acquisition of Kolto would be another step toward peace and security for the galaxy. Sometimes sacrifices had to be made.

Once we're on the ground, we should each focus on an objective. Someone should tap into their communication system, while the other two begin tallying targets and planning the best means to eliminate them, he said to the other two. @Black Noise @Xorism

 

[Larisa Arkyadvich]

Sitting inside the Imperial transport, Larisa slowly mulled over the mission in her head. Find Safehouse. Track Signals. Plant Information. Three simple steps that, on the surface, didn't appear to be too difficult. The problems arose in the fact that they were moving on terrorist cells, and terrorist cells tended to be both well armed and extremely violent. Dying was not something Larisa had put into her day planner, but thankfully she saw a familiar face upon her initial arrival.

The acolyte Varyn had been her partner on a previous mission to extract an acquaintance of his out of a prison. The mission had gone off without a hitch, and Varyn had performed spectacularly in a situation that required stealth and precision. While Larisa did not know their third member, the presence of this particular Sith gave her great comfort.

Shifting uncomfortably as she waited, she readjusted her arsenal of weapons. In this situation, she had forgone her blaster rifle in exchange for her stun scattergun. Her weapons, a stun gun, vibroblade, holdout blaster, and flashbangs, were all kept separate and well attached to her person. But the amount of metal did not sit well for long sits. However, they'd be engaging the enemy soon, then it wouldn't be too much of a problem from there. Simply removing one of the weapon's from its holster was a massive assist to Larisa's movement and comfort.

Looking to Varyn as he outlined the mission, Larisa immediately knew what she desired. Her face hard, she responded a bit too quickly, "I can tap into their communications. It'll be difficult without a slicing tool but if I can acquire a few passwords from the operators then I shouldn't have too much difficulty." Suddenly, the transport shuddered as it touched down. Standing, again a little too quickly, Larisa remarked, "It seems we have arrived."

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[Alexandra Thul Drast]

Alex had volunteered for the mission perhaps too hastily as now she sat quietly listening to the humming of the transport zipping through the atmosphere. A doubt had initially lingered in her mind as to the worth of tracking and killing anti-government cells after all the Imperial Republica was full of dissenters and protests were common. Most were loudmouths or drunks who couldn't organize their own supper let alone a full-blown attack as this group had accomplished.

Violence begets violence and the cowardly terrorist attack would ensure of it.

Alex sat quietly with her usual assortment of weaponry and armor, watching her companions speak before remarking herself. "We should take one alive then, once they have served their usefulness to us we could deliver him to the Selkath on our way out as a little gift from the emperor, to do with as they please in the name of justice and show good will."

Her first proper combat mission would hopefully go smoothly although if contested, it would perhaps end just as swiftly.

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[Varyn Rask]

Varyn nodded in agreement with the other two. It seemed they were all in agreement, which was a welcome relief. He had been on missions before where there were simply too many cooks in the kitchen and too many opinions on how things would be done. Sometimes he was able to take charge, and sometimes he had seen people die in the process. He hoped that wouldn't be the case this time.

As the doors to the dropship slid open, Varyn took stock of their situation. The safehouse was still nearly two kilometers away, but they had a nice vantage point from here. It was close enough that their unmarked dropship wouldn't cause too much suspicion, but they wouldn't have to hoof it too far. This particular landing point was chosen because many of the buildings between here and the safehouse were connected, allowing the Imperials to take sky bridges across to just across from their target building.

The trip across the sky bridges seemed to go off without difficulty, and Varyn even managed to look out the window as they got closer. As he looked down, his gut did a small flip inside and he took a deep breath. A small gang of human and Selkath were out in front of the building. While none were visibly armed or armored, Varyn had no doubt there were concealed blasters, knives, and perhaps even explosives hidden away. Attacking them head on with explosives would neutralize them, but also let everyone in the neighborhood know the safehouse had been seen. Stealth with that large of a group would prove quite difficult though.

We'll have to find a way to draw some away, he said, motioning out the window but not breaking his stride. Somehow he felt that time was now ticking against them, and while he didn't want to rush in, waiting could easily make the situation worse. @Black Noise @Xorism

 

[Larisa Arkyadvich]

The walk over the skybridges was uneventful, and for that Larisa was thankful. The peace and quiet gave her time to think and reflect on their mission. It was, questionable, at the very least, and it would likely not ease tensions between the Manaan government and the Imperial Republica. If they were found out as well, that would spell doom for the relationship between the Imperials and the Selkath.

They would have to be quiet and thorough, their cases flawless and their plans foolproof.

As they approached the main hideout, Varyn pointed out a small group of Selkath and Humans outside of the main entrance. Shaking her head as the Sith stated a necessity of drawing them away, she spoke. "Indeed, and without violence. Maybe it would be easier to find another entrance-?" Larisa couldn't see another entrance, but that didn't mean that one didn't exist.

Continuing to walk, Larisa decided to try something a little risky. Reaching out with the Force, she created a sound off in the distance of the guards in the opposite direction of the group of Imperials. One of the humans, jumpy and skittish, ran off in the direction of the sound while the others appeared to laugh at him.

Shrugging her shoulders, she remarked, "Well that's one of them gone."

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[Diocletian Solus]

Diocletian was not thrilled with guard duty. Guard duty has been the bane of soldier’s existence since the dawn of man according to Dio. The hours of boredom can be mind numbing. There are only so many times you can play ‘Squash the Squid’ on your data pad before you truly start to feel sorry for the squid. Checking and rechecking your weapons and walking the perimeter only break up the monotony for so long and can only be done so often.

AcmeYolo420 Pharmaceuticals had paid well for Clan Solus to be on Manaan. The recent attacks by the Selkath seditionists had spooked their board of directors and the hyper aggressive Mandalorian clan seemed just the cure for their worries. The clan had elected to send multiple representatives to the planet to ensure the contract got paid in full and to foster good relations with the government. These people had credits to spend and the clan had plenty of projects they could put those credits to good use in.

Kolto. When it was discovered it made Manaan one of the most important planets in the galaxy. AcmeYolo420 had some of the finest Kolto on Manaan and were known for their quality. This meant that the facilities were first rate and the Mandalorians were well cared for.

Diocletian was in the small base that the company had set up for the guards. It was not his turn on watch, but he couldn’t sleep. He had slept when it was his turn on duty like most respectable soldiers. He was spending his leisure time going over news feeds from the planet and local area, trying to get a feel for this world of water. He scanned the local news nets and saw an interesting news story as breaking nearby. Dio tried to access the story but found that the company had blocked the source of the transmission.

Not to be denied, Dio utilized the computer spike on his Heavy Beskar’gam to access the local communications, hoping to hear what was going on. Attaching his spike, he rotated through the local comm channels until one caught his ear. According to port authorities, an unmarked drop ship had docked a few minutes ago and disgorged a small group of “suspicious persons”. Well isn’t that cute, local police were up to their ears in protests and guarding high profile targets across the city. So, the report was rerouted to file 13 and the day moved on.

Dio checked the local records and could find nothing on the ship, its flight plan was last minute, and its manifest said ‘machine parts’ but no parts were reported being unloaded. This needed to be checked out so quickly Dio grabbed his helmet and activated the comm link among the Clan Solus on planet.

“Flash, possible infiltration, target is unknown, drop ship docked with suspicious persons approximately 2 minutes ago. Forwarding information and still picts from security cameras to group now. Advise.”

With that sent, Dio started grabbing his gear. He already had his Heavy Beskar’gam on, so it was just a matter of pulling on his bandoleer, attaching his Shriek-Hawk to its two-point harness and checking his blaster in its holster. It was time for a fight and that was what Clan Solus did best. Worse goes to worse, it was at least something to break the monotony of guard duty. Damn sight better than ‘Squash the Squid’.

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[Rud Solus]

Rud sat back on a couch in the common area, "What I don't get is why you'd send a Sith detachment-" he slurred the words to emphasize his dislike for them, "-murderers and war criminals-" he stood up and assembled his jetpack to his beskar'gam "-when Manaan would probably prefer rangers, right? Less risk for bystanders getting frag'd." He grinned, thinking back to Onderon and for a moment his outward facade seemed to break under anxiety.

The political troubles on Manaan were public knowledge to the Mandalorians that had been stationed on the planet for a bit doing simple standing around listening to the Holo-radio.

When the alarm rung, Rud took his weapons and opened the commline with the others on guard duty. "This is badger three, y'all thinking what I'm thinking?"

 

[Koil Solus]

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Tactical Precision Dissaray​

He rapped his knuckles against the hard cased Techno coffer on his chest. It was closed and he had splattered some dark red paint on it to remove its shine and blend in with the rest of his outfit. The situation they were in was ironic. He found it almost ironic enough to smile at, almost. But it would not have mattered underneath his almost constantly worn mask. He took a deep breath and exhaled out of boredom. He was about to join Dio in his past time of messing around with his data pad.

Upon hearing Dio's words he decided to flip open the techno coffer after all, only it wasn't for playing a game. Instead he began checking public transit cameras, traffic reports. Jams and routes that were rerouting. He produced his N5 personav as well to double check his work. If they were to travel in several paths he would know about it. There of course would be the chance that they moved on foot which could not be helped at the moment but certainly limited distance and time. If they made the foolish mistake of trying to wait in traffic well then it would be like that trandoshan caught in a tent on Kashyyyk. But he spotted an imperial transport. It was as visible on one of the public traffic cameras as a black rabbit on snow.

Why were they there. It made no sense. So the Echani stared at the screen since he had nothing better to do. Then he tried imaging the three dimensional cityscape as not a some two dimensional map. There were holes, intentional holes. Unused streets and pathways, walkways that should have been bustling with traffic, unless it was opening that some group had left open intentionally trying to lure out the Seditionists. Perhaps it was the Seditionists who were doing them. Whatever the reason all signs pointed towards along a string of sky bridges that were the only straight away path. The Imperials had the most to gain from taking down the Sediitionists.

The Echani was thinking of plenty and one subject was just how he would have felt if her were a seditionist. He'd be restreating to a safehouse at this point. None of them lived in high rises but placement and vectored approach of the Sith certainly pointed a finger in the direction of their prey. "They're after the Sedistionists. Can't approach directly from the air. Too much traffic for speeders, they'll be taking the bridges. He said in a short clipped tone. He began closing out of the speeder traffic cams and focusing more on the public security cameras. Teens even watched those to see weather status or watch homeless people fight. Now he was honing in on the dark siders that were traversing the elevated platforms. "I think they are afraid of having the low ground." He said simply in response to Rud.

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[Wyatt Kebiin-Solus]

Wyatt kicked his feet off of the chair they had been resting on in the common area, it was well furnished but nothing too ritzy. Standing at the comm call of a potential insurrection was nothing like how Wyatt would've responded a handful of months ago but now it was like second nature, a call to action meant his chance to even the score for Medriaas.

Wyatt listened to the three piece together a number of pieces of information on the who, what, why and when but not the where. Quickly slipping the coat-of-plates style top half of his armor and shimmying the jet pack in to place Wyatt clipped his Shriek-Hawk on to the bungee one point sling and holstered his set of blaster pistols. Slapping on his helmet he made for the lower floor exit to meet the team and beginning to patch in on the squad net.

"They came in on a last minute flight manifest, manifest was bogus and they're in a socio-political hot zone with key resource production. This screams coup."

Listening to Koli's final piece of the puzzle Wyatt nearly cut the end of his sentence off with excitement.

"The warehouse district is like two clicks away, sky bridge runs directly over top and parallel to it. There's a corner with an awesome sushi stand that looks down a speederlane, this one spot always has guys coming and going from it but only a few at a time. I've never seen any freight come or go from it."

He finished excitedly as he reached the group, switching to local comms for the moment as he slid a fresh power pack in the Shriek-Hawk.

"I'd bet thats our safe house, probably well defended with minimal entry points. Let's saddle up, what's the game plan?"

Wyatt knew the assorted group, having worked one on one or in a team with each of them before. He gave a long look around at his new family and for the moment felt invincible. @Lucid @Wit @Ecclessey @Darasuum @Painus

 

[Dax Vizsla]

Dax was having a nap in the rear of the speeder truck when his comm started buzzing, pulling him into wakefulness as one of the guys decided to inform him of the new developments. Cursing at his ruined nap, he jumped out of the rear and after stretching outside for a bit, made his way to th driver's seat.

A little while later he was at the base, honking away to drag everyone down. If his peaceful nap had been ruined he wasn't let anyone else have any peace and quiet. He was in a foul mood now, and someone was going to have to pay for that. You irritate a Mando, you face the consequences. He considered himself enough of a mandalorian now to believe that was applicable to him as well.

So he waited impatiently for everyone to pile in before setting off. Hopefully someone would tell him where to drive to.

 

[Daniel Solus (old)]

Daniel had thought, when he suggested to his clan that they take the lucrative mercenary contract from that oddly named pharmaceutical company, that it would be a nice time to simply relax and not do much. Manaan was a quiet world with stunning scenery and cities famed the galaxy over for their restaurants and breathtaking architecture.

But it was not to be. They had been on the planet for only four days, more than enough time to learn that not everything was peaceful here. There were people on Manaan who were not so taken with the current status quo. Indeed, he should have been tipped off to that by the fact that a company had hired some of the most fearsome soldiers in the galaxy to guard them...but thinking was not Daniel's way.

Perhaps out of boredom, perhaps because ambulance chasing was just their way, his clan had hacked the civilian comms and promptly learned about a group of sketchy people from off world. That was all it took. The promise of a fight had driven his clan into a frenzy. Without a second thought they abandoned their current job and went looking for something more 'fun'.

Daniel hadn't wanted that. Still didn't want that, even as the members of his clan piled into Dax's speeder and took off. Wyatt was screaming directions and commentary on the local sights while Dax weaved in and out of traffic, even onto a pedestrian pedwalk for a moment, sending the lush furnishings of a sidewalk cafe everywhere. He was peeling a tablecloth off his face when they spotted their targets. Daniel was impressed, or maybe it was just luck, that Wyatt's guess at where they might have been heading had proved correct.

There was a group of them, mostly dressed in black, approaching a building with several beings outside. It was an odd sight, made even stranger when one of the humans suddenly looked over his shoulder and took off like a startled animal. A moment later, Dax swung the speeder clean across the lanes of traffic. His maneuver placed the bristling Mandalorians neatly between the group of black garbed imperials and the building. Everyone hopped out as fast as they could, forming a rough semi-circle around the other group, weapons raised and looking like they were about to be party to a slaughter.

Perhaps that was about to happen. Daniel didn't want that. To murder them like this when they were so outnumbered and so taken by surprise went against everything that Daniel believed in. He could all but feel Leandros spoiling for a fight next to him and hear Rami's voice in his head telling him to take charge and act like a psychopath. This was one of those times, he guessed, but he'd do it on his terms. He stepped forward, rifle at the ready and addressed the imperial group.

"My, my," he drawled, "I don't know why you're here but certainly you must have heard that the people of Manaan have certain thoughts about the Imperial presence here." He gestured to his friends "As you can see, clearly someone thought they needed protection and thought we would be a good choice! But I don't think they would like it very much if we started a rumble in the streets. Who'd be the bad guys then? Daniel chuckled to himself.

"So! I have an idea!" His voice was oddly proud and any of the force sensitives in the group would sense just how pleased he was with himself for coming up with what he thought was a brilliant plan. "How about you all just walk away or we'll collect your scalps, right here, right now. Contract be damned."


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[Leandros Solus]

Leandros was enjoying himself. The cushy contract on Manaan was basically a paid vacation. That is, if the vacation included waiting around for Selkath seditionists to do… something. Anything. Literally anything. The waiting killed Leandros. He needed action! Not sitting around on an ocean planet listening to the squid-folk warble and trill in their weird, squiddy tongue. He spent his time orienting himself with his newfound lightsaber, getting used to the unusually-weighted weapon. In between that, he did his usual routine of offering libations to the gods, praying to Kad Ha’rangir, and ensuring his clansmen were on the right path spiritually. It was a burden that he was willing to bear, regardless of how willing they were to hear him speak.

The “fun and games” was cut short, however, when the call went out among his brothers than someone unusual had arrived. The thrill of the hunt and potential conflict when they began putting the pieces together caused him and his peers to seemingly drop the contract and go off as a unit searching for more thrilling endeavors. Dax drove – recklessly – and got them to where they needed to be. Leandros was actually pretty impressed with the man’s driving ability. Numerous times they avoided careening into a civilian and turning them into some kind of fish-based salsa.

They arrived before a group of the suspicious individuals, clad in an edgy, yet stylish, black. The badgers all hopped out, assuming a proper semicircle formation, weapons poised to do some serious damage. Leandros was ready for the conflict. It had been too long since he had spilled blood in the name of his gods. Several days was way, way too long. Kad Ha’rangir demanded constant strife, and the days they spent lounging did not please the destroyer in the slightest.

Dan was to his side and, surprisingly, took charge. He was watching the boy work his way towards becoming a man. It was Leandros’ hope that one day Dan would be able to take care of himself without unnecessarily imperiling himself. Until then, he felt it was his duty to watch the Dopey Badger for signs of weakness, stamping them out and trying to instill the values their gods desired in their stead.

He kept his weapon raised at the pitifully-small group, sneering beneath his helmet. He wanted this to become violent.

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[Varyn Rask]

Things had taken a hard left turn. A feeling of uneasiness settled over him before a speeder abruptly swung across traffic. Varyn's hands plunged to his gear, one to grip his saber hilt and pull it free while the other triggered his datapad recorder as Mandalorians began to pile out... lots of Mandalorians. Now, Varyn fancied himself a quality fighter - even a cut above most other Sith - and he felt fine killing off thugs or criminals who weren't organized or even had some military training. That was easy, but this was a different problem.

Mandalorians had been "bred" by the Sith to kill Jedi, and their watch dogs had gotten off their leash due to negligence. His eyes flicked over the Mandalorians and he ran some calculations.

Two. That was the number he came up with, and he didn't like it. That was how many of the Mandalorians he figured he could kill if he was lucky before he died. In other words it was suicide, and he wasn't going to suicide just so he could plant evidence of wrongdoing. He'd like to kill the terrorists, but that wasn't going to happen after fighting through seven Mandalorians.

The Badgers support terrorism now? Empire or not, I'd think contractors wouldn't want to support the people attacking their clients, he said as he backed away. Or maybe they were underhanded like that. This wasn't something he was going to do. Not with these odds.

//Exit

 

[Alexandra Thul Drast]

Alexandra watched the mission de-rail in real time which perhaps caught her off-guard momentarily before the barbarians began offloading themselves ahead of the trio. Their planned route of entry would have taken them outside the view of the building's security cameras but right where they were now, any confrontation would be witnessed by both the company and the Imperial chain of command who would be monitoring the mission. While the mission itself was a scrub, opportunities would occasionally fall into one's lap.

Varyn for his part wasn't interested in a lopsided brawl and there was no dishonor in that Alex pondered. Aware of her surroundings and their cover potential should she need to duck but equally considering being daring, Alex removed her helmet with one hand while taking a lightsaber into the other hand while sizing up their leader.

"A handful of semi-capable terrorists attack an Imperial diplomatic office with heavy weaponry and your gang just happens to be here? talk about coincidence. Perhaps that is why you are here then? to ensure that the Selkath of Manaan do not find out that it was perhaps, in fact, the Mandalorians supplying their treacherous brethren with military-grade weaponry."

Alex clipped the helmet behind her with a steady movement before returning her free hand to flick through her hair. "I'm rather fond of my scalp actually, so I'd rather keep it." Alex scanned the group ahead of her. "I am Alexandra Thul-Drast, whom might you be then? If you're looking for your next contract, perhaps we can come to a mutually beneficial arrangement. I can help arrange the appropriate contacts unless of course, you're preferable to stay here watching paint dry."

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[Larisa Arkyadvich]

Larisa did not wait for the Mandalorian who appeared before them to finish speaking. Rather, she turned and walked the opposite direction the very moment he starting talking. She made a mental note of his face and decided that she would come back one day and kill him. In fact, it was the many exciting and different ways in which she would kill him that occupied her mind solely as she left the area. When the Drast started talking, Larisa was already totally out of earshot.

However, Larisa was not leaving the planet. She had worked kriffing hard to get onto Manaan, she would find something else to do while she was here. Maybe she would shop? Maybe she would enjoy the night life? Maybe she would investigate local communications hubs and hijack their camera feeds? Who knows what she would do, the possibilities were endless.

But the one thing she would not do was stick around, before Varyn had even replied to the drawling Mando, Larisa was already gone.

//exit

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[Rud Solus]

Rud had been just as surprised as Daniel when the Imperial woman revealed herself to a Drast. That was so incredibly foolish and arrogant at the same time.. so typically Imperial.

From the corner of his eyes he still had the other Imperials in sight, especially since it was incredibly convenient they'd skip out and let a Drast alone with the Mandalorians. Could be a ruse, right? While not yet a Corellian stand-off, the situation could become much worse than the one he created on Onderon where they took three lightsabers as trophies and killed a dozen innocents. Doing that on Manaan? You wouldn't be able to leave the planet alive.

Capturing a Drast was worth the risk, though. Having one and putting it on the HoloNet would no doubt put a bounty on their heads and the Sector Rangers on their heels, but it would also be a running embarrassement to the Emperor-boy Elix. Rud couldn't help to be impressed at Daniel's plan and execution so far. Saving the Manaan government and capturing a Drast... maybe Raz would start to forgive Rud for Onderon.

Bit smug, perhaps, Rud lowered his rifle, "Miss Drast," he nodded his helmet, for they were all wearing their helmet and not a single one of them could be fingered out for a mugshot one day... at least not for this. "I have a contract proposal, but I don't think the terms are to your liking much." Grinning beneath his helmet he even took a small step forward, "Your body and name comes with us to wherever we Badgers live and you get to live. Sounds good, right?"

 

[Dax Vizsla]

Dax was still cranky, he had been looking forward to that nap for some time and it had been cut short. Now he discovered it was because of three Imperials, three darn Sith from the looks of the one who had revealed herself. They couldn't really help themselves, could they? These bloody Sith with their big mouths and their huge egos. Her companions had been smart, walking away when they had the chance while she stayed to talk. As if a name was going to save her.

As Rud start speaking, Dax flicked his DH-7 into its stun setting as he pulled it out and even as the words "contract proposal" were slipping out of Rud's mouth Dax fired off three stun bolts straight for the Sith's chest. With her lightsaber unlit, her free hand by her head, no visible armor protecting her torso, and the proximity of the two groups offering so little time to react, there was no way she was avoiding the shots.

If the shots landed and the princeling was knocked out as planned, Dax would walk up to her prone form and fire off another stun bolt straight at her face just to be sure. Once sure that she was out cold he would pry the idle lightsaber from her hand, and on noticing the blaster that was holstered at her side he would pick that up as well. Standing up with a smile, he would turn to the others. "Glowstick for Raz, blaster for me! Anyone want her armor? Looks fancy."

 

[Wyatt Kebiin-Solus]

Wyatt piled out of the cramped speeder-van with everyone else, remarking at how six guys should have gotten a bigger vehicle or a second one. But that was no matter because in his eyes it was go time as his blood was pumping and the heightened sense of uneasiness was in the air, but it turned out to be rather misplaced as he joined the loose semi circle closest to the Drast. Listening to the two others spat a few words and withdraw, Wyatt knew an open conflict on a world like this could cause more issues than a trio of sabers and three dead sith was worth.

Taking a moment to cue in to the conversation from the Drast and his clansmen, Wyatt could tell there was a plan and before he knew it a flurry of stun rounds was in the air causing him to raise his weapon ready to fire on her if she managed to evade the stun rounds. But if she did go down Wyatt would join Dax over the body and produce his binder-cuffs and shackle her hands while calling out.

"Does anyone have something to cover her head with?"

 

[Diocletian Solus]

The crowded speeder-van had been hades for Dio. He had been stuck between Wyatt and Dan and the two of them arguing about which color squid they preferred in ‘Smash the Squid’. If Dio heard one more time how the red was clearly superior to the purple, he was going to shoot both of them in the face and blame Leandros. Leandros might even take the wrap for it as he looked about as thrilled about the conversation as Dio.

Mercifully the ride to their target came to an end and Dio piled out of the van with his clan mates to confront the Sith. Spreading out to one flank, he raised his bowcaster to a low ready and stood in a crouch, if this came to blows, the pretty one who declared herself a Drast would be the first to die. There were many many debts that would pay and Dio would be first in line for a piece of that.

As the contract proposal was being made by Rud, Dax took it upon himself to put three stun bolts into the mouthy royal. Dioceltian immediately brought up the bowcaster to a firing position, the heavy weapon deep in his shoulder to allow for recoil. He had let the two other Sith go, much to his own dismay but knew that this gamble by Dax could either end the fight or kick it right off. He moved to flank the royal on the ground, bowcaster sweeping the surroundings looking for targets and any Dudley Do rights who might want to help the young lady.

As one bystander started to step forward, looking like he might help the Drast he met the barrel of Dio's bowcaster and raised his hands. Dio growled out from behind his helmet, "Not today hero, let this one go." On the squad comms he added "We need to leave now vod, this place is getting hot."

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