The Traitor Amongst Us

[Yura]

Concord Dawn
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Panting, the orange-haired woman soldiered on across the grassy plains and forests of Concord Dawn. She wore dusty sand-colored clothing and a few random bits of Armor covered parts of her body, but most of the suit was bundled up in a ball strapped to her back. Clearly she had given up on wearing it as she hoofed it across the grassy hills, moving from one far-spread stand of trees to another. On her back was also slung a blaster rifle, and on her hip sat a mandalorian-made blaster pistol. The woman's metallic left arm glinted, reflecting the noon sunlight across the vast grassland. Realizing this, she reached up to the "pack" (if you could call it that) on her back and pulled out a dark red cloak which she draped over her left side. She didn't want to give away her position to anyone who might be watching. Indeed, the woman seemed to be going out of her way to move from hiding spot to hiding spot and taking time to check behind herself and make some attempt to cover her tracks. She clearly appeared to be running from something.

Making her way to a stand of small trees, she stopped and pulled out her canteen. Taking a big gulp, she screwed the lid back on and stowed it Reaching to her waist, she pulled out an NV5 Personav. Flipping it on, the device flickered a bit, and the woman smacked it on the side with her flesh hand and the device stopped flickering and finally came on all the way. After a few seconds studying the map, the woman spoke to herself. "Good. Looks like I'm still heading in the right direction. Still have a ways to go though before I reach that settlement. I need to keep moving. I've been lucky so far. I just hope that the probe droids haven't locked onto my trail just yet." Taking another swig of water, the woman pushed off of the tree she had been leaning against and began moving on in the direction she had been headed before.

A good ways behind the woman, a small droid, floating in the air passed back and forth over her tracks. She hadn't covered them well enough. After all, she wasn't an expert tracker. The small probe droid beeped, sending out a ping to it's fellows and took off, flying down the trail the woman had left behind with a vengeance. And that was exactly what was going to come down on her shoulders if she was caught. Vengance. She dreaded it.

 

[Yura]

Yura gazed through her helmet at the landscape behind her. "Yup. Just as I thought. Trouble." Through the HUD she could see the probe droids coming up behind her. They were still probably half a mile out, but they were closing the gap gradually. The droids had to scan back and forth to keep track of her trail, but they could fly, where as Yura had to deal with difficult terrain. They would catch up, and soon. Yura lowered her helmet and stuck it back in her pack. taking a swig of water, she stowed her canteen and swung the pack onto her back. picking up her rifle, she checked the power pack in the magazine to ensure that it was full, and slid it back in. She had figured that in a war zone, she would fare far better with the automatic rifle. But in this particular instance, which was really more like a hunt, she kind of wished that she had taken a semi-automatic position in her battalion, or even a sniper position. An automatic rifle would be unwieldy against such small flying targets.

Her 'former' battalion, she had to remind herself. She was, after all, a defector now. Her days in the Imperial military were over. But that was a good thing. It hadn't been short enough for her. Everything she had been forced to go through. Loosing her arm. Being forced to trudge through the dirt and grime gunning down locals who were just trying to fight for the right to live their lives as they pleased. It was enough. That's why she left. Sure, three square meals a day and the chance to lick boots and kiss ass in comfort and style amongst the imperial upper echelon was enough to tempt some people, but Yura valued her freedom above all. She had come from nothing. From the streets. From the streets of Nar Shadda no less. She could take care of herself and knew how to live on the outskirts of society. She would survive this. She would get off the damned planet. She would get her hands on a ship and she would fly free. And if the empire was going to get in her way, then she would take them on as well.

Sliding down from the rocky ledge where she had been perched watching for the probes, Yura hit the dirt and started moving. This place wasn't good for fighting those things. She had counted three of them on her trail. She couldn't afford to get surrounded. The probes were small and only had little blasters equipped on them, but they could still gun a man down, especially with how small and quick they were. Especially if there was more than one of them. Yura had seen a number of defectors like herself get swarmed by several of the little devils and get pocked full of laser holes. A hole in your body was a hole in your body, no matter how small they might be. Up ahead there was a grove of large trees. That's where she would make her stand. Somewhere where she had plenty of cover.

 

[Wyatt Kebiin-Solus]

The land around this stretch of Concord Dawn was primarily patrolled by the Verde of Clan Solus. Especially in the past three months since hostiles had come to a boiling point and the garrisons of Mandalore had been removed with force.

The technical sped across the open air rather quickly, slowing down momentarily as the passenger and gunner seem to be coordinating their thoughts on something they see.

"What do you think it is?"

Wyatt piped up from the drivers pit, bringing the craft around and in the direction of the quickly approaching objects floating about. Taking notice of the new arrivals the probes seemed to have been caught off guard as they failed to retaliate for a moment as the processes kicked in. Firing a series of bolts at the technical only to be met with a blaster rifle and the larger mounted weapon who found the targets easily enough but allowing the third to escape. Giving Wyatt a sense of urgency as the idea of word getting back to nearby troops if any remained, would be very bad as he jumped from the drivers pit and retrieved his carbine.

Heading in to the grove of trees ahead after the fleeing robot, taking shots when he figured he was at an advantage only to have the bolt miss due to his unsteady posture post run.
@Yuan

 

[Yura]

Well, this was certainly an unexpected turn of events. But it seemed like quite the fortuitous one. A mandalorian speeder had just rolled in and taken out most of the probe droids that had been on Yura's tail. Quite convenient from her point of view. Unfortunately they had missed one and one of the mandalorians was currently chasing it into the very grove of trees that Yura was hiding in. This left her in a bit of a quandary. On the one hand, she could just stay hidden and hope that the mandolorian took out the probe droid and headed back the way he had come. But on the other hand, if the soldier failed to take out the droid, then it could make it's way back to an imperial camp and report her position.

While Yura doubted that a single deserter would merit much of a hunt, if they could track her, it left possibilities open. And so, she made her decision quickly as the probe droid flew towards her. As the droid neared, Yura suddenly spun out from behind the tree she had been hiding behind. Her blaster pistol was out and in her hand, and she raised it to point directly at the droid. A single shot was all it took. The small floating droid erupted in a ball of fire and fell to the ground between Yura and Wyatt. As the fiery orb fell, Wyatt would see Yura standing on the other side, hands raised in the air, pistol dangling loosely from her hand. Yura smiled at him. "I surrender. It would be awfully swell of you if you didn't shoot me."

@Rimrald

 

[Wyatt Kebiin-Solus]

Rounding the tree Wyatt last saw the droid disappear behind, he was suddenly met with the unexpected sounds and sights that followed. A woman? Had produced herself from hiding to take a shot at the droid who in fact didn’t stand a chance, as he bolt connected and destroyed the surveillance droid fairly easily.

The sudden exchange caught Wyatt off guard, his immediate action was not one he could help. Going full speed in kit makes it hard to stop on a dime, and with his momentum and an ill placed root, Wyatt was ungracefully tackling the new face. Quickly rolling off of her and getting to his feet, her surrender and plea not to be shit had been heard and as he got to his feet he replied.

“Right, not going to shoot you yet. You helped me there but that also raises a question of why you’re out here...”

His tone was slightly winded as he reached for the scattered pistol, noticing the make of it being mandalorian design yet she spoke without any accent he’d heard on Concord Dawn.

@Yuan

 

[Yura]

Yura was glad to see that the man would listen to reason. Mandalorians did not necessarily carry that reputation. Although reputations didn't always match reality. Yura knew this firsthand. As she picked herself up and dusted herself off, she was glad that she had taken the time to remove all of the imperial insignia from her armor. If the Mandalorian before her knew that she was in fact an imperial soldier, originally sent her to kill his brethren, he might not be so willing to hear her out. She was, however, concerned about her autorifle, hanging across her back. It was imperial made. The mandalorian would likely recognize that fact. She would have to come up with some sort of back story to cover her tracks, or she might end up in a bit of a pickle. The man before her had arrived on a speeder with a compatriot. Even if she managed to get the drop on this one, not to mention without the use of her pistol, there was another well-armed Mando in a speeder on the other side of the trees behind them. The odds were not in her favor.

As she tried to think of what to say when he would inevitably ask her where she got her rifle, she saw that the man was inspecting her blaster pistol which she had dropped when he ran into her. Suddenly, she realized something and breathed a momentary sigh of relief. Her pistol was Mandalorian made. She had won it off of another imperial soldier in a game of Sabacc when she had first arrived on Concord Dawn. At some point it had been taken off a dead mandalorian somewhere in these parts, but it had changed hands multiple times since then and had no identifying marks aside from her own. She had taken it apart, cleaned it, and put it back together so many times, she could be sure of that. So, if he saw that she was wielding an Imperial repeater rifle, a Mandalorian side arm, and wearing half a suit of light armor used by soldiers and independents across the galaxy, he would probably believe that she was just some spacer who's equipment was a mash-up of whatever she could get her hands on. She should be okay. Yura finished dusting herself off and raised her hand out to the man. "May I have my pistol back? It's a very good pistol. But I suppose you already knew that?"

@Rimrald