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The Beviin Orar, Roche Asteroid Field
The bridge of the ship was alive with activity as the frigate navigated the Asteroid Belt that the Verpine called home, helmsmen worked to follow the Verpine fighter sent to guide them in while sensor operators kept a keen eye out for any sudden displacement of one of the large astral build ups. Comms officers remained in constant contact with both their escort and the colony of Korpil, the source of their prize. Beside him the ships captain sat as still, and as silent, as the grave. To Bardan it seemed as though the man barely even bothered to breath, the only source of movement coming from his unhelmeted head as his eyes darted around the bridge. "I can read the situation better with out one of those damned-able HUDs." he'd said when asked by one of the other new comers to the ship about the habit, for his part Bardan had just shrugged, too each their own. The former Jedi Knight stood silently beside the Captain, his gaze drifting back to the now not so empty void, though he found himself staring past the fighter, past the rocks and ice as his thoughts drifted. He thought briefly of home as they drifted, of his two children and his wife, he thought of how this was the first time in recent months he'd been able to leave the Mandalore System. While many of the other House leaders had been to war or on various assignments in the name of the Dominion, he'd found himself running logistics and assisting his aunt in supervising production on Kalevala. Punishment from Mand'alor he knew, for losing the bet of who would be the first of the friends to marry. Foolishly he'd bet on Caed.
"Duke Kryze." he heard the Captain say and turn his head to the man, he hadn't looked away from the view port. "We'll be anchoring in a few minutes, I'll begin prepping the Marev."
"Very good Captain." he replied, turning from the spot and striding from the bridge, thoughts of things other than the mission pushed far from his mind.
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As expected the flight from the Beviin Orar had been brief and uneventful, though at the Captain's insistence the two Galaar fighters remaining from the ship's typical complement had made the brief trip in escort. "Only fitting for a dignitary of your status." the Captain had insisted, to Bard it reeked of unnecessary pomp. The Duke stood adjusting his fur cloak, more pomp but that he could abide, he'd worn one like it since Ral had found him. The man had insisted. He looked around the interior of the craft as it set down on its landing struts, helmeted eyes falling on familiar members of his House Hold Guard and the unfamiliar new comers, the test pilot Serena Rau and Ji'Kel Vizsla, also a former Jedi, who'd volunteered to come along. He nodded to them all as he made his way down the line towards the slowly descending ramp.
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With the formalities out of the way the party was lead to another portion of the hangar, where a small bulk lifter was awaiting being loaded. At the base of the transport were four large crates, unmarked save for the sigil of the manufacturer. Before he could speak they were directed to the side, where three rather large objects sat under cover. The lead Verpine, Director Nalikilli snapped her claws and two of her workers ran forth, pulling the covers from the objects. Over their shared comms he heard several of his men draw in a sharp breath and heard Serena Rau let out a low whistle.
"As requested three initial Prototypes, and I took the liberty of having four more prepared but left unassembled, to familiarize your teams as they go over the plans." as if on cue one of her underlings stepped forward with a case, opening and presenting it. A datacard sat safely with in, Bard hardly noticed it however.
"They're magnificent Director." he said, taking several steps forward and placing a gloved hand on one of the large War Droids. He signaled for one of the other Mandalorian's to secure the case. "They match the legends nicely."
"You are too kind Duke." the insectoid responded in a raspy hiss-like voice with a brief but showy bow.
"You may begin loading them." he said, turning back to the Verpine.
The test pilot broke ranks and approached one of the War Droids, her gloved hand running along its surface. "So this is a Basilisk..."
@Kori Buor @Dark Lord Kyle
The bridge of the ship was alive with activity as the frigate navigated the Asteroid Belt that the Verpine called home, helmsmen worked to follow the Verpine fighter sent to guide them in while sensor operators kept a keen eye out for any sudden displacement of one of the large astral build ups. Comms officers remained in constant contact with both their escort and the colony of Korpil, the source of their prize. Beside him the ships captain sat as still, and as silent, as the grave. To Bardan it seemed as though the man barely even bothered to breath, the only source of movement coming from his unhelmeted head as his eyes darted around the bridge. "I can read the situation better with out one of those damned-able HUDs." he'd said when asked by one of the other new comers to the ship about the habit, for his part Bardan had just shrugged, too each their own. The former Jedi Knight stood silently beside the Captain, his gaze drifting back to the now not so empty void, though he found himself staring past the fighter, past the rocks and ice as his thoughts drifted. He thought briefly of home as they drifted, of his two children and his wife, he thought of how this was the first time in recent months he'd been able to leave the Mandalore System. While many of the other House leaders had been to war or on various assignments in the name of the Dominion, he'd found himself running logistics and assisting his aunt in supervising production on Kalevala. Punishment from Mand'alor he knew, for losing the bet of who would be the first of the friends to marry. Foolishly he'd bet on Caed.
"Duke Kryze." he heard the Captain say and turn his head to the man, he hadn't looked away from the view port. "We'll be anchoring in a few minutes, I'll begin prepping the Marev."
"Very good Captain." he replied, turning from the spot and striding from the bridge, thoughts of things other than the mission pushed far from his mind.
-----
As expected the flight from the Beviin Orar had been brief and uneventful, though at the Captain's insistence the two Galaar fighters remaining from the ship's typical complement had made the brief trip in escort. "Only fitting for a dignitary of your status." the Captain had insisted, to Bard it reeked of unnecessary pomp. The Duke stood adjusting his fur cloak, more pomp but that he could abide, he'd worn one like it since Ral had found him. The man had insisted. He looked around the interior of the craft as it set down on its landing struts, helmeted eyes falling on familiar members of his House Hold Guard and the unfamiliar new comers, the test pilot Serena Rau and Ji'Kel Vizsla, also a former Jedi, who'd volunteered to come along. He nodded to them all as he made his way down the line towards the slowly descending ramp.
-----
With the formalities out of the way the party was lead to another portion of the hangar, where a small bulk lifter was awaiting being loaded. At the base of the transport were four large crates, unmarked save for the sigil of the manufacturer. Before he could speak they were directed to the side, where three rather large objects sat under cover. The lead Verpine, Director Nalikilli snapped her claws and two of her workers ran forth, pulling the covers from the objects. Over their shared comms he heard several of his men draw in a sharp breath and heard Serena Rau let out a low whistle.
"As requested three initial Prototypes, and I took the liberty of having four more prepared but left unassembled, to familiarize your teams as they go over the plans." as if on cue one of her underlings stepped forward with a case, opening and presenting it. A datacard sat safely with in, Bard hardly noticed it however.
"They're magnificent Director." he said, taking several steps forward and placing a gloved hand on one of the large War Droids. He signaled for one of the other Mandalorian's to secure the case. "They match the legends nicely."
"You are too kind Duke." the insectoid responded in a raspy hiss-like voice with a brief but showy bow.
"You may begin loading them." he said, turning back to the Verpine.
The test pilot broke ranks and approached one of the War Droids, her gloved hand running along its surface. "So this is a Basilisk..."
@Kori Buor @Dark Lord Kyle
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