Vee H'rel
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Posts: 34
Affiliation: Clan V'hett
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Post by Vee H'rel on Nov 28, 2020 20:02:28 GMT -8
Vee cocked her left hip and folded her arms, studying Damocles intently. "Deal" with the Hutt problem, sure...easier said than done. How did one "deal" such an issue? They couldn't very well kill all the Hutts, could they? She shook her head and snorted at the thought.
Just how do you propose we get off this planet? Even if we get back to my ship, there's a good chance a hunter is tracing it and they might be waiting for me. Your ship is blown to hell. And even if we could get off-planet right now, where do we go? How do we "deal" with the Hutts?
She arched a questioning brow at him. Despite the obstacles she listed, she knew he was right: they couldn't stay at his compound. Before she could say anything else, Bren stirred.
What the hell...he slurred, his face full of pain and confusion as he cradled his head.
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Post by Damocles Ordo [RETIRED] on Nov 30, 2020 3:56:10 GMT -8
Sometimes there were moments of decision in any Mando's life, where not a great deal of thought was required or perhaps put to a subject. Even as Vee seemed to snort at his suggestion of dealing with the Hutts, an idea had already started to form. He merely smirked at her as she rapid fired her questions Perhaps they are tracing your ship, but the spaceport is filled with a wide assortment of other craft... But, when we do get off world, I have a target in mind... Bren seemed to stir then, causing Damocles to trail off and move to his cousins side, kneeling beside the injured form of Bren Take it easy ner'vod, you've had quite the beating. You're going to need a doctor. Just rest and take it easy... He turned his head then and lifted his gaze up to Vee as he slowly rose back to his feet You asked how we deal with the Hutts? Well... Either we find out which Hutt placed a bounty on your head, Or.... Or we strike the fear of Kad H'rangir into them. The Hutts sent bounty hunters, in return, Ordo shall fall upon Nal Hutta. You may be but one mando'ade, but together there are very tasks we cannot accomplish. If there is no more Hutt Cartel, that means there would be no more bounty upon your head... It was a risky proposal, to send all of Clan Ordo to war against the Hutt's. But they had no allies that would run to their aide. And a strike so deep in Mando territory could not be unanswered. At the end of the day, Clan Ordo operates alone and if they win, the Assembly gains another world. If they lose, the Assembly denies any liability. It just all fell down to Vee's decision The decision rests with you. Either we tediously learn who called the bounty and kill a half dozen Hutts, or we take Nal Hutta and remove the Hutts from the board entirely...
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Vee H'rel
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Posts: 34
Affiliation: Clan V'hett
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Post by Vee H'rel on Dec 6, 2020 17:15:42 GMT -8
Vee's eyes widened at Damocles proposal. She couldn't hold back her distain. How does this decision fall on me? she demanded incredulously. She unfolded her arms and propped a hand on her hip. Her eyes bore into his. I won't make a decision for a clan that is not my own, much less assume responsibility for it going to war when I am not Aliit'alore.
Bren had slowly stood, still cradling his head, while they were debating next steps. He was still, trying to get his bearings. While Vee scoffed, he froze. Uh, ner vod...did you hear that?
Vee was about to say they should find a safe place first before deciding how to deal with this situation, but at Bren's question, she also froze. Straining to hear, she heard nothing but the storm at first. And then a muted engine roar, hardly detectable. She and Bren locked gazes, eyes wide, before turning to Damocles.
Cousin...I think we have more company...There was panic and concern in Bren's voice as he addressed Damocles. He moved back to the weapons locker and swiftly reopened it before grabbing his armor and suiting up, grimacing the whole time.
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Post by Damocles Ordo [RETIRED] on Dec 7, 2020 20:58:04 GMT -8
It was, honestly, probably a stupid question to ask of Vee to decide whether Clan Ordo should go to war or not. He looked somewhat sheepish as she rightfully tore into him verbally. It was unfair of him to have expected her to make the decision. But before he could feel too bad about how the interaction had gone down, Bren was cradling his head talking about hearing something. Much like Vee, he had initially heard only the sounds of the storm passing through, before finally hearing the muted engine whine. It seemed that more bounty hunters had arrived Right... Bren had managed to slip into his armor through an impressive amount of grimacing when Damocles grabbed his cousins shoulder It's time to leave ner'vod. Keep your bucket on tight, I don't need you getting another concussion... As Bren nodded and moved aside, heading towards a door that lead down into the cellar, Damocles rummaged through the locker. He attached a couple different sabers to his belt ranging from single to dual sabers. The rest he left as he grabbed a sniper rifle, a couple blaster rifles, and a spare helmet before finally closing the locker and sealing it shut. He slung one of the rifles over his shoulder, while passing the other blaster, the sniper, and the helmet to Vee Take these and put this on, we need to get moving now... He slipped his helmet back on, the green visor glowing in the darkness of the room. With the power down, none of the defences could be activated and Damocles lacked anything that could be used to bring down something with engines. There was at least one unoccupied ship, maybe two if the person inside had their own vessel that was separate of the first or the more recent one. But whether either of those ships had lockout systems or not meant they could not be trusted and the last thing Damocles wanted to do was get stuck in a target like that.
No, they had only one escape route, and that was to use the escape tunnels which would bring them out a few miles away from the estate where a T3-B Heavy Attack Tank was hidden. The Tank would be able to get through the storm and fire on what ever was still pursuing them
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