The First Forray: Gizer

[Daniel Solus (old)]

Gizer was a tiny, inhospitable world sandwiched between the to largest power blocs the galaxy currently knew. Long had it been a simple trading hub. Many commercial freighters stopped there to refuel and relax. It was a world of outlaws and vast untapped resources, held together by a small conglomerate of trade organizations that oversaw the world's one hospitable port.

With Mandalorian clans swiftly falling under the sway of the soon-to-be House Solus, Daniel Solus had turned his mind to expansion. If the Mandalorians were to carry the fight to the Empires and purge the Sith from the histories of the galaxy they needed more people, more resources and control of local space around them. Gizer was a prime target. Small, hardly populated and with no military of its own, it was ripe for the taking.

With Gizer under Mandalorian control, they would have their first world. Though it was not, perhaps, the most pressing planet that they needed to control, it did have its own value in both geographical location and resources. With the alliance between Contruum and Bandomeer fully solidified now, the hunt for resources to fuel the growing Mandalorian war machine was pressing. Both worlds had sent with the Mandalorian survey teams and engineers. If there was a way to harness the natural riches of Gizer, they would find it.

Daniel stood in a small shuttle docked aboard the Clan Solus corvette, his armor bristling with weapons and technology. With him were a few of his fellows, most notably Dax Viszla with whom he had worked with at Manaan...that fatefull mission where Alexandra Thul Drast had all but fallen into their hands. Chimes ran, signalling the ships departure from hyperspace. There would be no hiding their name or intentions.

As the corvette reverted to realspace, a small detachment from the fleets of Contruum reverted with it. It was not a large force, but it was more than enough to telegraph their intentions and to hold the world once buisness on the ground was completed.

Undock in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, mark.

A cool female voice said over the comms and Daniel felt the ship lurch and whir as the shuttle powered up and undocked from the craft. It would be a short, couple minute ride down to the world's only center of population. Daniel checked his weapons and made himself ready. Though a diplomatic solution was possible, he fully expected the trade-council of Gizer not to sumbit quietly.

And that was just fine.

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[Dax Vizsla]

Reaching out for his helmet as the voice came over the comms, Dax slipped it on and waited till he heard the sligth hiss indicating the helmet sealing with the enviro suit. Moving his head from side to side to make sure he felt comfortable in it, he got to his feet and walked towards mounts on the wall where his weapons were waiting. The lightsaber he had claimed from the loudmouth Drast was already clipped onto his waist, as were the various grenades and blasters he kept on his person, the relatively smaller imperial blaster he had also claimed from the Sith in a secret holster at his ankle, under the utility pants he wore over the enviro-suit. What he wanted from the rack was the bowcaster, the beast of a weapon having quickly become his favorite.

With weapons and armor ready, he walked over to Daniel and smiled from behind his mask, the humor in his voice as he spoke up making his mood evident. "Worse comes to worst, we can also give the Raz brand of diplomacy a try and shoot everyone till we find someone who likes us."

@Lucid

 

[Daniel Solus (old)]

Dice​

Daniel grinned behind his helmet at Dax's words. "Yeah, right?!" Clearly, Dax was on the same page as he. "These middle of nowhere transit hubs are always rough. Probably best just to shoot our way to someone in charge rather than talk it out and get shot instead." He laughed and the two talked about various fights they had been in since they last saw eachother as their shuttle shot through space and the acrid atmosphere of Gizer to the huge domed facility that served as the transit hub.

Another shudder and hiss, followed by a chime indicated a successful docking. With a signal to their droid pilot, Daniel requested the boarding ramp to be lowered. It hissed slowly open and the Mandalorians disembarked into the sulfurous smelling port. Unsurprisingly, nobody truly wanted to tangle with a group of armed Mandalorians who had just turned up in system and parked in orbit with a troublesome group of ships. They attracted some angry glares--who knew why--but they made their way across the port and to the exit heading to the offices and services offered by the massive complex more or less unmolested.

They were almost to the door when a busty and thoughly out of place Zeltron female approahced them. She ran her hand down Daniel's chest in a suductive way and batted her eyelashes, her mouth moving with the promise of things to come. Daniel froze, utterly horrified and caught off guard.

"Hey baby," she purred, "How about you come with me and you can lose that armor. You must need some...relaxation."

Momentarily too stunned to speak and too inexperienced to know how to handle the situation, Daniel just stood there blinking behind his helmet. She waited him out, still stroking the front of his armor and staring into the T of his helmet behind lusty lashes. "Uh.." He finally managed. "No thank you, ma'am."

He shouldered his way past the Zeltron, leaving her looking somewhat put-out. He could hear Dax, beside him snickering behind his helmet as they made their way deeper into the facility.

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OOC: Rolled a 69 on my check so that means space hookers

 

[Dax Vizsla]

Dax would have liked to spend some more time investigating what the Zeltron had to offer, you never knew what you could discover in establishments such as theirs. All sorts of folks paid for their services, and you could squeeze a great deal of information with the right leverage. And if that didn't happen, you still got a good night out of it so a win win situation. But Dan seemed more intent on moving on with the job at hand and as he was in charge Dax was going to follow his lead. Maybe if they got done quickly he would come back and try to find the zeltron.

But for now they had a job to do. Once they were through, he scanned the area around them till his eyes fell on a young man in uniform, holding a disappointing looking rifle in his hands. Though from the way he held it Dax was sure he didn't have much experience with it. Walking up to the young guard, Dax pulled out his bowcaster and pointed it straight at his face. Seeing the fear in his eyes as he recognized the weapon, Dax smiled inside his mask. "Looks like you know what this is. We wiped out a clan of Wookiees to get out hands on these, so just imagine how easy it'll be for us to get through you." The man didn't move, just standing there, terrified. "So why don't we avoid that, and you take us to your boss so that we can discuss things in a less violent way."

"The Captain?" The man managed to croak out, unsure of who Dax meant. "Higher up, straight to the top." The man stared at Dax for a few moments, slightly confused, before responding. "The Mayor?" Dax nodded, and the man visibly relaxed at having said what the Mandalorians wanted to hear. "This way."

Dax gestured with the bowcaster for the man to lead the way, before turning to Dan and gesturing after the guard. "This way." Humor was evident in his voice as the Mandalorians followed after the guard.
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[Daniel Solus (old)]

Dice​

Dan chuckled to himself as he saw Dax's helmet turn as he eyed the departing Zetron. But thankfully he didn't give in to temptation and kept them on the road forward. Dax wandered up to a guard and with little ceremony shoved his bowcaster in the guy's face and demanded directions.

There was no altercation and the man proved more than willing to assist two Mandalorians who had no qualms about taking his life. They followed the man for a time as he led them through the dusty streets of the environment capsule. It seemed as though he was indeed leading them to the Mayor or Head of the Trade Council that ruled the world. Whatever he wanted to call himself, Daniel would be ready and had some choice words for whomever the guy (or girl) was. Eventually the small party reached an officalish looking building and they were escorted inside and to a pair of grand double doors.

"Enter." Said a voice from inside. Daniel didn't need to be asked twice, he strode forward and pushed the doors open to reveal an overweight human in a too small suit sitting in a chair at the far end of a wooden conference table. He wore a smug look and seemed entirely bored with their arrival.

"So, just two of you?" He snapped. "I thought Mandalorians were famous for just taking what they wanted; I'm surprised you've come to see me."

"Those times have long past. With war coming once again to the galaxy we are in need of allies and friends. It does not do to kick over sandcastles and hope to reach a peaceful agreement." Daniel said truthfully. As he started to take the helm of leadership for the Mandalorians, it was his duty to make the new Mandalorian ways public and open. They would not shy away from a fight, but it would not be their default.

"Oh yes, very diplomatic to show up in our local space with capital ships and star fighter support." His tone was dry. "So what, what can Gizer possibly offer you? We are a tiny world with no population and little traffic."

"Gizer is positioned close to the borders of the Imperial Republica and is rich in resources. We have brought with us engineers and surveyors from Bandomeer and Contruum to offer assistance with development and industry growth on this world. We would also be dedicated to protecting the interests of Gizer under our Allaince."
Daniel paused for a moment before continuing. "However for us to offer such assistance freely, Gizer must pledge its support to the Mandalorian cause under House Solus."

The man in charge of this tiny world seemed very intrigued. Perhaps he was just thinking of lining his pockets with the credits that lucrative mining contracts would bring or perhaps he was simply powerhungry and thought this would make for an easy way to grow the strength of his world. Whatever the case, his disposition changed immediately and he leaned forward, interested and focused.

"That is a very generous and unexpected offer, Mr. Solus," he said. "Naturally you would expect our allegiance in return. Go on, state the terms."

"Gizer would become an ally of the Mandalorians, part of a new sector of worlds between the borders of the Old Empire and the Imperial Republica. We would expect you to offer assitance to our war efforts going forward when we move to advance our aggression more formally into Imperial space. Gizer would become a garrison world and we would expect you to police and enforce the restriction of travel of Imperial commercial vessels through the area." Daniel said, it was an easy offer one that had Gizer giving only a little while the Mandalorians and their current allies giving much more. Perhaps it would attract unwanted attention to the world but that would not be for some time.

"That is agreeable. Send in the executives you've brought in from Contruum and Bandomeer while I have an aide draft the official papers." Daniel was surprised, he hadn't thought the man would accept the terms so easily. As the Mayor turned to his aides, Daniel signaled their ship to send down the transport carrying the executives and their detachment of guards. He turned to Dax while they waited to see if he had anything to add.

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