Aedon Gavin Montrose
The Organization
Enjoying a well-aged bottle of scotch...
Posts: 356
Affiliation: "Veritas" Crew
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Post by Aedon Gavin Montrose on May 28, 2022 23:40:26 GMT -8
The Bothan took his time moseying along, adjusting his tac vest with a shrug of his shoulders as he shook off the cold of the asteroid's surface temp coupled with the poor climate control system. He regarded his friend with a warm look, clasping him on the shoulder as they continued down the street."...Ty Loms...if that don't get all...seems like a millennia ago that you and I were breathing the same atmo! What is it that brings you back this way, old man?"Na'me - of course - knew of what events had transpired in Ty's life, for the most part. And he didn't want to reopen old wounds. So, better to look to the future then, all things considered.Ty Loms
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Orrick Awaud
The Mandalorian Assembly
Posts: 140
Affiliation: Clan Awaud
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Post by Orrick Awaud on Feb 22, 2024 9:06:36 GMT -8
Irdon Priest, eh? Thought Orrick to himself. Clan Priest wasn't a hugely known Mandalorian Clan. The odd member here or there could be found, but mostly they operated in silence, independent from the Assembly. Nodding as Vao spoke, Orrick swirled the amber hued liquid in his glass, then downed it. Feeling the burn as he swallowed, the aged Mandalorian replied." 'preciate it, Vao. I'm not looking to put a price on his head or anything. Just wanted more information on him, and make you more aware of him. Henoc and I have dealt with young bomas like him before. Kid'll more than likely get his ass handed to him by someone or something and humble up. Or he'll get dead. Either way, the problem deals with itself."Orrick smirked at Vao. They had both been around the block a time or two to know how these types usually ended up. And, again, so long as he decided not to interfere or openly move against the Guild or Clan Awaud, Orrick wasn't concerned about him. Gently placing the glass back down on the table, Orrick picked up his helmet and placed it upon his head. The seals did a hiss-click as it sealed with the rest of his suit.Thanks for the drink, Vao. Got a pirate to go deal with next. We'll be in touch.And with that, Orrick nodded respectfully to Vao and turned about to leave the Emporium, heading back out to Port Town, and his waiting ship. Having returned to his ship from Vao's Emporium, Orrick was seated in the pilot's chair of his ship, comms opened with the rest of his Clan.Dorian, can we spare any ships?Asked Orrick, curiously. He'd need the aid if he were to go after the Nautolan pirate, who was his next bounty.Of course, vod. What did you need?Nodding to himself, Orrick punched up a few things on his vambrace tacpad.I'm sending you the available information on my next target. It isn't much, but I plan to do a little recon in the Ison system to better understand what I'm up against. I'll make sure to forward you my findings.Understood. I'll wait for your intel and plan accordingly.The link was terminated with that. Conversely, Orrick would get fleet support to deal with his target. Unfortunately, the Ison system was not exactly hospitable by any means. Gathering data and successfully being able to send it back to the rest of his Clan could prove problematic. But, until he was there, he wouldn't know. Powering up the ship, Orrick deftly piloted the ship away from Port Town and into the asteroid field.
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