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Post by Whill Shaman Xixo on Feb 27, 2013 16:28:36 GMT -8
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Post by Bloodrage Pirates on Jun 2, 2013 12:17:37 GMT -8
The Cutlass descended through the atmosphere aiming for an out of the way patch of flat ground near to the city of Algarine. The usually strict rules for outsiders on Algara had fallen lax in recent times, some of the first casualties of social unrest. That is why the pirates had come to Algara, the planet of 1 billion sentient beings had little to no organised security and there was violence and chaos everywhere. Martial law had recently been rescinded and it was the perfect time for crime.
The cruiser was handling the atmosphere slightly better than usual, three hundred and fifty metre long craft were not really designed to land on a planet. However the helmsman was not having to struggle as much as usual and the flight was smoother than the crew were used to. Arkan was sure that at least someone would see the Cutlass flying through the atmosphere or hear the Cutlass landing, three hundred and fifty metre long metal objects are not quiet!
The landing procedure also went surprisingly smoothly, Arkan had a bad feeling about this little expedition. He was standing near the external door in cargo bay 2, the quickest and easiest way off the ship that the crew used when they had landed. He had gathered everyone together in the mostly empty cargo bay so he could briefly explain why they had landed.
"Algara II is in chaos. There was a popular uprising and some kind of battle in orbit and security and law and order forces have been thrown into disarray. We're going to head into the city and scout out some places to hit, banks and high end shops or depots. Money and loot is why we're here, simple as that. Split into pairs and keep in contact, we'll meet back here in a few hours and plan out our heists."
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Post by Fiàin on Jun 2, 2013 18:45:09 GMT -8
These two legged creatures, no matter how similar they looked to her, were a strange bunch. The oddest of them being the man who saved her back when she was caged, his presence was intimidating, and even Gref was nervous around him. He was unpredictable like a non-pack Vornskr, quiet but with an air of menace about him. He fascinated her rather than repelled her, for the same reason the Vornskrs which all other of his kind seemed to fear fascinated her, he was dangerous. Something about him peaked a curiosity inside her that was insatiable.
So when he donned his armor and proceeded to the Cargo Bay, Fiain and Gref followed. Usually she left Gref behind, but the thick stench of civilization that came from the open boarding ramp made her nervous enough to need him. She followed him to where the other crew were gathered. Gref let out a whine, but she sent a reassuring wave of comfort to the Vornskr, who like her, was uncomfortable with large groups.
She watched as Arkan spoke to the heavily armored men, again curious and confused by these creatures need to slow their bodies down with heavy metal and fabrics. As usual Fia was wearing leather garments she mostly fashioned herself, they covered what apparently they needed to cover for these simple creatures to feel comfortable with her, but nothing more. Even the amount she was covered felt foreign, her skin stifled by the second layer of skin she wore. Listening she gathered that the inhabitants of this planet were fighting, which in her limited experience with these humans she found to be common, but for some reason these humans fighting drew them here. She didn't understand, but she felt the feeling of anticipation in the air and assumed they were here for some reward. She watched Arkan closely, moving to his side silently as he seemed to finish talking...she understood his motives slightly more than these others and therefore out of all of them she felt most comfortable with him. If they were to pair up, she would be with him.
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Jun 3, 2013 10:34:01 GMT -8
Unidentified Carrack-class Vessel, state your intentions in system now.
The hail came from Halberd, the Reublic-class SD in orbit over Algara II, the Carrack's landing had not gone unnoticed, and while the response from security was a little slow, it was acting quikly now. Saber and Mace, two Munifex-class light cruisers moved into low orbit over head, while a squadron of I-7 Howlrunners, Bracer squadron, buzzed the Carrack, visually checking the Carrack's comm arrays, checking to see if they had been damaged and thus prevented the cruiser from responding to the hail. But the comm arrays appeared to be intact, so Bracer one relayed that bit information and requested further orders, while climbing in a loose spiral a few miles north of the Carrack's position. Standing orders were to engage if the hail continued to be ignored.
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Post by Dred Vizsla on Jun 3, 2013 23:35:45 GMT -8
*Dred walked near Arkan as he started to give out orders. His girlfriend and her pet were near. Dred regards her and her pet pooch with very little regard. He knew about how deadly vornskr are and that they used the force. This meant she was a jetii or at least on par with one. While he regarded her with little expression, he watched her intently. He hated force users, but it seemed Arkan needed her so his hatred would have to be put on the back burner. Dred was starting to regard Arkan as one of his clan as he did with other Mandalorians. Death Watch in all but title and name. Dred was no dar'manda but the company of cutthroats and thieves did have their usefulness. They lived more closely to the Resol'nare than most True Mandalorians. Which said something to him at least. Dred walks over buy'ce in left arm and his shoulder drape over his right.*
"Kraval and I will hit one of the military depots. Cause a bigger distraction so you and yours can do naughty things a little longer with little interruption."
*When the hail came across from the Halberd, Dred slicks back his shoulder length black hair and dons his buy'ce. He then removes the shoulder drape baring the Death Watch symbol, which was the sigil of Clan Vizlsa, and tosses it near Fiain. Not at her but near her. With Dred's height she could easily use it as a blanket or dress.*
"It seems time is of the essence, so we'll take off and give them multiple targets to chase after."
*With that he summons his 22-B Nightfalcon speeder and gets ready to head off in the direction of the depot. Making sure Kraval had the capability to follow.*
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Post by Bloodrage Pirates on Jun 4, 2013 8:14:02 GMT -8
Unidentified Carrack-class Vessel, state your intentions in system now.
"I do believe it is time to get to work, lets get moving people. Head into town and steal me something worth lots of money, I shall handle these chumps then join you."
:Unidentified hostile vessel, this is the cruiser Cutlass, we are here on a peaceful trading mission with the people of Algara. What is the meaning of your actions?:
Arkan awaited a response, not sure if they would react badly to the aggressive nature of his own message. He knew that the people he was in communication with were the ones operating the trio of warships in orbit and they were there to "protect" Algara II. He wondered if his back-up plan would be able to handle them all, they might find out. |
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Jun 4, 2013 16:51:31 GMT -8
:Unidentified hostile vessel, this is the cruiser Cutlass, we are here on a peaceful trading mission with the people of Algara. What is the meaning of your actions?:Arkan awaited a response, not sure if they would react badly to the aggressive nature of his own message. He knew that the people he was in communication with were the ones operating the trio of warships in orbit and they were there to "protect" Algara II. He wondered if his back-up plan would be able to handle them all, they might find out.
Cutlas, this is Captain Raganhar Rice, of the Halberd, the Republic SD you so neatly skirted in your very suspicious approach. IF you are here on a peaceful trading mission, then why did you avoid the usual space lanes and the orbital customs check?
Keep an eye out for any other ships trying to avoid customs, this may be a decoy. Sensors continued to vigilantly sweep the system, though most of the focus was on current shipping in and out of system. |
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Post by Bloodrage Pirates on Jun 5, 2013 7:18:37 GMT -8
Cutlas, this is Captain Raganhar Rice, of the Halberd, the Nebula you so neatly skirted in your very suspicious approach. IF you are here on a peaceful trading mission, then why did you avoid the usual space lanes and the orbital customs check?
:Captain Raganhar, I am Captain Nakra of the Cutlass, we avoided what we thought were hostile ships in a system full of battle debris. Forgive me Captain but we thought you were more likely to blow us away than inspect us. These are dangerous times, can't just fly my ship into the waiting hands of potential pirates. I do apologise for this oversight, feel free to scan our ship, you will only find enough weapons to defend ourselves and our modest cargo.:
"Everybody off the ship, quickly. Get into the city quickly and blend in, don't get followed."
The Captain began to walk down the entry ramp which had been extending for a few seconds now. It had only just touched down with the ground below when the Echani began to move. He would have to lead by example and swiftly moved off the ramp and down into the wooded area they had landed in. He glanced back to see how far behind him Fia and Gref were, he knew they'd be following. Unlike Dred, Arkan did not have a speeder on the Cutlass, he would just have to acquire one. The ship was still feeding him information into his HUD and would be able to for quite some distance.
He moved quickly through the forest, though he suspected he was not stretching Fia's pace at all. After a few minutes he saw some sort of building in a small clearing, anyone inside would definitely be aware of the Cruiser's landing. Arkan still had some element of surprise left and quickly skirted around the building until he found a wall with few windows in. His blaster carbine was in his hand and he had spotted the most important thing regarding this house, it had a garage. Knowing Fia would be following him and that she did not use ranged weapons, besides throwing stones, Arkan charged across the small clearing between the tree line and the wall, almost slamming himself against it for cover when he arrived. Preparing himself for combat, Arkan kicks the door down and rolls through into the room beyond. Silence. There was no-one home, not even a pet.
The Captain stood up, glad no-one, except maybe Fia, saw his foolishness. It turned out that no-one being home was a very good thing, they had left the keys for their speeder in the kitchen on a hook near the door. The door had seen better days, now laying on the floor but the speeder was nearly new, Arkan was going to enjoy this. The garage door opened easier than the kitchen one, Arkan shot a large hole in it. The explosion revealed the stunningly shiny, blood red XP-38 sport landspeeder, Arkan had to paused for a second to admire the beauty of the thing. It was glorious, he would probably cause it to be destroyed before he left the planet! He ran to the drivers side, jumped in and started her up before he remembered that Fia was with him. He drove just outside of the garage and stopped, gesturing to the passenger seat.
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Jun 5, 2013 9:53:29 GMT -8
:Captain Raganhar, I am Captain Nakra of the Cutlass, we avoided what we thought were hostile ships in a system full of battle debris. Forgive me Captain but we thought you were more likely to blow us away than inspect us. These are dangerous times, can't just fly my ship into the waiting hands of potential pirates. I do apologize for this oversight, feel free to scan our ship, you will only find enough weapons to defend ourselves and our modest cargo.: |
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Post by Kraval Ordo on Jun 6, 2013 9:45:50 GMT -8
Kraval had walked in after Dred and stood near him as Arkan started to give out orders. Kraval took noticed of Arkan's female friend and her pet vornskr. Kraval knew how dangerous and capable vornskr are when it came to hunting forcies. He figured the woman had to have sum training in the force to keep her vornskr calm and in control. This concept didn't bother Kraval as he had no problem working with force users eventhough he enjoyed killing them. Kraval stood as Dred mention what the two battle-ready mandalorians were going to do while keeping his hand on the hilt of his beskad.
Guess that leave the high-end shops and banks to you "love birds" while me and Dred do damage control. If you guys here a really big explosion, blame Dred for touching the biggest gun the military depot has to offer.
Kraval also heard the incoming comm message from the orbiting Halbred and knew time was of the essence. Kraval darts off and jumps onto a FC-20 speeder bike that was parked withing the hanger bay. Kraval revs the engine after Dred was waiting on his personal speeder bike.
Dred......take lead and i'll follow.
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Post by Dred Vizsla on Jun 8, 2013 19:53:21 GMT -8
*Seeing that Kraval is ready, Dred slams the Nightfalcon's throttle arms forward to accelerate. The Nightfalcon isn't the fastest speeder but it was powerful. The mandalorian duo speed towards the depot over the terrain just outside radar since they were small and fast. The smart credit would be to recon the depot to see if there are any weaknesses to exploit with the element of surprise. More than likely they will have to employ the more direct methods which will include up to and not necessarily excluding disintegrations, explosions and boxes of slugs poured into soldiers. A normal day at the office for any mandalorian. For Dred it was the morning commute.*
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Post by Fiàin on Jun 8, 2013 21:54:22 GMT -8
Dred tossed the cloak towards Fia and she didn't move an inch, her eyes simply following it as it fell to the ground. She had no use for it now, it looked heavy and thick...but she would remember it and if it still lay there when they returned she would make use of it. With some modifications she could make it into a usable garment, and if this man discarded it so easily she would feel no guilt over taking it.
Fia tilted her head slightly to the side with a quizzical look on her face in response to Kraval's comment about "love birds" as she didn't understand this term. She didn't think she looked anything like a avian creature, nor did the large armored captain. These people were mad, always saying things that didn't mean what they seemed to mean. Gref swished his tail and let out a slightly whine, anxious to move. Fia let out a small feral sound towards him, a low growl that was a common sound of annoyance in the Vornskyr pack to quiet him. She wasn't oblivious to the looks the crew all gave Gref, she knew he drew attention and she didn't need him drawing any more.
The captain spoke and then turned to leave the ship, and without hesitation Fia and Gref followed. The taller man moved quickly, but Fia was accustomed to running and the soft forest floor was comfortable on her feet. She could feel Gref's elation at being outside, and could pick up on all the scents and sounds he was taking in...and Fia felt her own lungs taking in the natural pure air with relief. The metallic tang of the air on the ship made her head hurt, and she was glad to be outdoors. She followed Arkan, not knowing where he planned to go but trusting he had a reason. Eventually their pace slowed, and she and Gref halted as he ran into a clearing...lingering in the tree line she let Gref assess the smells of the small dwelling in the distance before she would follow. Gref quickly ascertained that the house was unoccupied, which made what Arkan did next all the more unnecessary. Yet she didn't find it odd, these creatures didn't have the same senses that she had access to and they seemed to forget she did. With a small nod to Gref she moved towards the house at a quick jog, not liking being exposed in the clearing for longer than she needed. Entering the house she followed the sounds of Arkan to find him in a room with a metallic blood hued machine, and sensed his excitement. Something about this machine made him happy, and he touched it and climbed in. He then turned it on and the low roar it made caused both her and Gref to jump and brace themselves, sure it would attack them. Yet Arkan didn't seem concerned, and he made the machine move outside where its metal gleamed brightly in the sunlight. Arkan then spoke, gesturing for her to join him. She looked unsure, but trusted that Arkan knew if he was trying to hurt her that he was outnumbered. So she climbed in, Gref following with a grunt, the large canine having to sit half on Fia and half on the floor....an uncomfortable position to be sure. She looked at Arkan, her eyes narrowing.
"I do not "scare""
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Post by Bloodrage Pirates on Jun 10, 2013 4:37:18 GMT -8
Arkan waited for Fia and Gref to be properly seated and able to brace themselves for what was to come. He had gathered that Fia had not had much interaction with technology in the past and even for someone who had travelling at the speeds they were about to was quite un-nerving. The mask did not echo the Captains expression, whatever that was and he slowly pulled the speeder out of the driveway and onto the road nearby. It seemed like quite a straight road so the Echani quickly accelerated to one hundred and fifty miles an hour, it was quite narrow and in a wooded area. Soon they found themselves on a bigger, better built road where the speeder hit two hundred and forty miles an hour on their way to the city.
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Post by The Major on Jun 10, 2013 17:03:24 GMT -8
Blue hued, depressed irises are further covered in vagueness as the Macabre Scientist narrowed her eyes in a manner which called to thoughts of disappointment. They had left. They had rushed out of the ship without even a formality?
She shrugs.
Looking around, she finds a rusty shipping crate that was small enough for the rather tall woman to use as an impromptu park bench. There was no point in being offended. These men had a tally ho approach which had at least proven successful up until this moment. As always, as an outsider, she would have to adapt, shift, and climb on the edge of ruin to rise to the occasion. Let's be frank here: she wouldn't need to do any of that; all that was necessary was some cheating. With such comforting thoughts on her mind, she proceeds to equip a datapad, plays with it for exactly three minutes, then secures the device in her suit jacket's left pocket.
"Yyyyaaaawnnn."
Pleasant. Cool spring like breeze, sound of local fauna, and plenty of sunshine provided by the clearest of blue skies. Pfft, her sickly pale skin certainly provided all the evidence needed to prove she loved sunbathing. Suuurre. The Major rests her cherrywood rifle besides her and against the crate, and ruffles through yet another pocket of her suit jacket. From hence she draws a steel nail file, pulls off the white leather glove off of her right hand, and stares at the fingernails briefly. Right, middle nail could use some work. What a grand undertaking: sitting in the sun while bumble bees buzzed around your head, smelled your inner peace, and happily skip-flew off to the nearest flowers, filing a nail to proper-looking level, and humming an old song that fascists --- ex-fascists- loved to use as motivational propaganda. It was very upbeat, but carried a heavy militaristic undertone. Five minutes pass, then ten. Yes, this pirate lifestyle was just the thing for her. A slight roar, then louder, then loudest.
A starfighter descends in relative safety a few meters away from the sitting Fallanassi. The gust produced by the engines tousled her ridiculously long and rich hair eight ways to Sunday. Once again she produces her trusty assistant, hits a key on it, and then starfighter calms and turns off. It was technically police property, but who better to borrow it than a civil servant? The Major was a doktor, although most of her doctorates dealt with anthropology, archeology, and computer sciences. Actually, none of her training had anything to do with medical science in the slightest, unless one counted her doctorate in genetics. Well, that was in DNA sequencing and genomics. Didn't that count? Her research was aimed at improvement and perfection of the human condition through the weeding out of unwanted genes, although that was mostly modifying DNA to disappointing results, most cases ending in death. Err..... Minutiae! Why argue semantics of the law? She was technically a doctor, and the pirates would require aide from every available ally. Or rather, they needed help splitting the bounty into amounts they could manage to carry.
Such cheerful thinking no doubt germinated from the wonderful surroundings this pleasant planet offered. Away goes the 'pad, pocketed goes the nail-file, and she takes a moment to slip on and secure her gloves unto her hands. Scooping up her rifle, the Fallanassi mantles into the starfighter, stows her helpful companion, turns the engines over, does a series of pre-flight checks, then hovers up until 20 meters the air. From there, it's a simple procedure: give it gas! Away she zooms towards the big city in the distance.
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Post by Dred Vizsla on Jun 13, 2013 15:51:56 GMT -8
*Dred and Kraval come up to the depot just out of range of scanners. Pulling up to a stop Dred dismounts his speeder bike. Using a pair of bino's he checks out the depot. He pulls it away from his buy'ce and hands it off to Kraval. Without looking at him he speaks plain disgust.* "Aliit Vhett. Hut'uun dar'manda jetii." *Dred lifts his buy'ce and spits on the ground after jetii. Soon after Major pulls up, Dred pulls one of his rippers out ready to shoot until he recognizes that it is Major. Once he does he spins the ripper back into it's holster and look in her direction.* "Wake up from your nap? Glad you could join us. 12 or more dar'manda in the depot. Aliit Vhett. I have an idea." *Dred knows what Major can do and he has an idea to just walk in through the front doors.*
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Post by The Major on Jun 13, 2013 16:33:01 GMT -8
Once landing and pretty much ditching the spacecruiser near her Mando komrades, she walks up to them, pays no heed to the sudden draw of weapons, and is greeted to commentary about waking from a nap. Did she look tired? Not good. Much too young to look tired. Of course, she could cast an illusion and make herself look like the same girl from 17. But that would be irresponsible, lazy, and quite honestly, she didn't care if there were dark circles under eyes. But what was this, an idea? A proposition? From a Mando? She could had sworn he would just say "Tally Ho" and swarm up to the enemy guns blazing. Always pleasant to be surprised. The Major leans in slightly, her expression attentive, scientific curiosity piqued.
"Selbstverständlich, vot ist zyour plan? Keep in mindt I do not take point, or votever deer expression."
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Post by Dred Vizsla on Jun 14, 2013 9:43:47 GMT -8
*Dred removes his buy'ce and sets it down on the ground. He then pulls off his Jetpack and crushgaunts and lays them next to his bucket. He takes off his belt and hands it to Major.*
"I'm going to be your prisoner. Instead of our normal smash and grab routine, we're going to ambush them with the prisoner drop off routine. You see Kraval's armor? I want you to copy it once we get close enough. You'll stay out of site with my rippers trained on me, until we get in the doors. When we ambush them your going to toss me one."
*Dred looks over at Major. He pulls out a mouthguard.*
"Don't look so damn surprised. You have a pair of cuffs that I could break out of easily?"
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Post by Kraval Ordo on Jun 15, 2013 13:39:31 GMT -8
Kraval pulls his bike to a stop next to Dred's bike and dismounts it. He walks over towards Dred and takes a knee while Dred checks out the depot. He takes the bino from Dred and also takes a look at the depot.
Yeah...definitely Clan Vhett soldiers on patrol.
Kraval gets up and taps Dred as a unknown fighter craft slowly lands where the two Mandos were scouting at. Kravl; in timing with Dred, pulls out his Zabrak Tystel Mark III heavy blaster pistol and points it at the cockpit. The cockpit slowly opened and reveal the woman simple known to the galaxy as The Major. Kraval recognized her and placed his pistol back into its holster. Kraval looked towards Dred and listen in on his plan to infiltrate the military depot and it might actually work.
The illusion powers of a Fallanassi would work well on those dar'manda jetii. True Mandalorians like myself and Dred continue to follow the intense training regiment of our ancestors which allow us not to fall prey to attacks of the mind. Those hectics gave up that gift when added the ways of the jetii to their so-called regiment.
Kraval reached behind his back and pulled out a set of SC-401 stun cuffs
Dred, I got you covered on the cuffs and no you can't easily break them. The remote is built into my PAC20 on my wrist gauntlet. So one simple push of a button and you're free to blow someone head off.
Kraval turns around and looks back at the depot.
Once we're inside the depot, we eliminate every guard at the depot. Try not to damage any large cargo transports. We'll need them to carry all the weapons and tech from the depot back to the Cutlass
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Post by The Major on Jun 15, 2013 19:45:12 GMT -8
Really? Really? Really? How interesting. The Major wasn't aware that suddenly, because two Mando-swine decided to have a hot dog measuring contest with a woman, that they could simply brush her off like a boatfly in the wind. Such magnificent equations they could solve. They had trained, so a Fallanassi was a joke. Really? Her illusions were just wisps of air to be spit away? Why? Because a pair of testes, a quart of gin, and a gun said so? Fools. Utter fools. Complete fools. Poor foolish pups begging to be granted the serenity of perfection, a scratch behind the ears, and a helping of puppy chow. Where did they get their intel? Discount networks? The Major wasn't just any Fallanassi, or trainee, or a peep, to be judged and shoved around by hairy men. She was the embodiment of the idea: desire fulfillment, self styled commander of the demons, a wretched and weak human, measly, a survivor of the lowest caliber. She was the last of her dead cult: the result of systemic genocide undertaken by some rather mean people -people she had empowered and aided. Her people, the weakest and most humble of her kind could deceive armies, cause them to suicide while blasting each other, fill their realities with horrors never-ending. Those twitchy women were sullied by the Jedi, given morals, weakness. They had scraped a lake; the Major created an ocean. Oh, how these swine would rue the day they underestimated her. She couldn't even be mad! She was elated that such bull-headed stupidity could still somehow manage to grasp unto her life; she was relieved that the galaxy still had her pegged as irrelevant. Oh, how wonderful it was to be ghost, the fog, the bullet traveling through the murk and into your underdeveloped brain. Good! Trust her! Turn your back. Take it as far as possible, because for the Fallanassi, it made the betrayal and conquest all the more memorable.
"Einverstanden. Let us execute."
You dirty mongrels, disgusting mutt pups, war-dogs destined to be skinned and reshaped into bed linen.
Naturally, none of her thoughts were detectable. If the Sith Masters of the Eye couldn't even delve pass the ground floor, than how could frontline swine hope to get anywhere beyond? Why would they want to? She just maintained the same attentive face, only a imperceptible smirk was touching her rather wide mouth. The warriors blink, perhaps at different times -it didn't matter. A blink, a microsecond, and now the Fallanassi was dressed in the exact same armor as Kraval. An armored glove extends to Dred, ready to accept the pistol she would eventually throw back at him.
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Post by Dred Vizsla on Jun 17, 2013 15:06:48 GMT -8
*Dred looks at Major. He doesn't need a guiding weakness like the Force to recognize hawk-bat shit crazy. And Major had an over-abundance. Something about her was off, most people are but she was a poster child for it. Whatever it was Dred knew it. He was off and so was Kraval, they each had their own pain and penance to pay. Mandalorians are no exception to the rule either. But something raised alarms.*
"I don't know what your damage is Ner' tat, but something about you is off. If you got a better plan, speak up. If not we need you to have our back. Keep your crazy under wraps and you'll have test subjects to work on while Kraval and I take their beskar and anything else we feel like taking, but if you go off the the edge of the map, Kraval and I will put you down for a permanent dirt nap. Savvy?"
*Dred waits for understanding whether spoken or some physical confirmation.*
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