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Post by Cathaoir Ordo on May 26, 2016 19:16:39 GMT -8
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Post by Chloro on Jun 1, 2016 5:15:46 GMT -8
Bad vacation spot or not, the place was packed full of extreme tourists. There was an entire industry that catered to the bored super rich who wanted more than a pleasant stay. They wanted out out of the safety blanket that their enormous wealth afforded them. They wanted real, visceral danger. Of course, they wanted it to stop immediately when it wasn't fun anymore. That was the whole point of this ludicrous dome. Danger in a bottle.
Stranger still was the fact that the top cheese, big deal and acting Mandalore himself, Cathaoir Ordo, was visiting. Maybe the planet Mandalore was getting a bit too tame for him? No matter. Her brief was to terminate with extreme prejudice. She wasn't sure what that meant but she was fairly sure that it meant rubbing him out. Snuffing out his wick. Sending him across the rainbow bridge. Oh, sod it - kill him. Very, very thoroughly.
Right. Although, that would be easier said than done. Mandalorians usually wore Mandalorian armour from the planet Mandalor, which was run by this guy Mandalore. All those M words meant these guys were fighting, looting and pillaging war machines and the big M himself would probably be the one that had clawed his way to the top of this manly pile. Her problem was compounded by the fact that she didn't even know what he looked like.
In the doomed shelter, there was a square where all those tourists milled about, going to cafes, buying stuff from shops and generally doing touristy things. There was a very slick, very posh, black repulsor vehicle with its driver standing nearby. She wore a peaked chauffeur's cap and a dark a visor that rounded off the getup. She held a sign above her head with a sign that read simply:
"Cathaoir Ordo"
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Post by Cathaoir Ordo on Aug 19, 2017 7:21:54 GMT -8
The dome was rather packed today, the rich and elegant willingly throwing themselves into unnecessary danger. The obsession with this place was something the Mand'alor simply couldn't understand. Whereas he was an elite warrior - the foremost of his people, indicative of his title - the one gathered were simply civilians. None of then were in any way equipped or qualified to deal the unique dangers of this place should some kind of malfunction occur, not that it would be much as crammed and busy as this place was today.
It wasn't uncommon to find the man known to the galaxy as Cathaoir Ordo mingling among the worthless and pathetic civilian sentients of the galaxy, drifting within their files and ranks to study and learn. Have the knowledge to easily exploit each and every weakness. Today was no different, but he knew he'd been marked recently. There would be people looking to kill or capture him and that had placed him on guard a little bit. Simply being Mand'alor had marked him from day one, much less his actions against certain groups and factions of late.
The Mand'alor's blue, gray and black beskar'gam caressed his muscular, yet athletic figure. The buy'ce, or helm, equipped with a HUD, rebreather and communications system as it normally was capped his head, the oh so classic appearance of a Mandalorian warrior. Strewn across his back in a diagonal fashion,
right shoulder to left hip, was the curved blade and hilt of his beskad, wrapped safely within its sheath. Holstered on either hip was a single blaster buster locked and loaded with rounds each and two extra clips for a reload if needed, each with eight rounds, was secure in the utility belt that spanned his waist.
Within another satchel along the belt to the rear of the right hip, sat two smoke grenades. His left wrist gauntlet had been modified to house a Velocity-7 Dart Shooter, loaded with five darts laced in a toxin known as Lecepanine. His left wrist gauntlet also housed an MM9 rocket system with two rockets and a visual wrist comlink. Just as his left, he right wrist gauntlet also held a few surprises, namely a grappling hook, Dur-24 wrist laser and ZX miniature flame projector, although there was no fuel for the flame project on this occasion. His people were know to be the organic embodiment of a tank, and the Mand'alor mirror that stereotype perfectly with his loadout and physical stature at six feet and four inches tall and weighing in at 246 pounds of solid muscle.
Scanning the vicinity, the visual HUD of his buy'ce visually indicating and identifying each body as friend or foe via color identifiers. On the far side of the dome, his eyes came up a figure holding a sign with his name boldly printed across it. No doubt, this was some kind of lure or trap, one he was too well trained to fall into. For now, he just continued to mingle among the crowd, rubbing shoulders as he passed or was passed.
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Post by Cathaoir Ordo on Mar 24, 2018 9:44:04 GMT -8
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