Open Space and Hyperspace

Planet Wayland - Mount Tantiss

Overseeing the operations on Wayland was a plethora of skilled and experienced officers of Clan Australis, which allowed the Alor, Kaine, to do what he did best, shirk work in favour of other pursuits. He'd worked hard, to be sure, but he could pull rank and do whatever he wanted, while everyone else had to keep training. Two commanders discussed current events at the Mount Tantiss base, while Kaine went aboard his own ship, the Wild Boar, which was landed nearby.

Do you know what the holdup is?

I've been told technical problems.

Waldorf didn't much like Statler, though they both shared the same cutting wit, they ofttimes directed it at one another, never the way to ensure a lasting friendship. They made quite a pair, and were two of the most well informed in the Clan, being assigned to communications and security respectively, liasing with one another. They saw everything, had access to everything.

You know, we could solve all this delay with a proper databank, we could secure all our data, like a bank, our own banks, even. Bank all our data in secure databanks, where we can be sure that we can bank or debank when we need to. All our data in one bank.

Waldorf drew his service pistol.

Say data, bank, or databank one more time, and I will shoot you.

Statler, for once, went silent, at least until Waldorf put away his blaster.

The databank is fine. Just be patient, and say there are technical issues.

Waldorf raised an eyebrow.

And I don't think debank is a real word.

Both of them burst out laughing hysterically, which everyone around them had learned to ignore.

Meanwhile, nearby aboard his ship, Kaine prepared rum and whiskey and tihaar for the impending meeting. This would be a small, high level council, no escorts or other personnel, just the three leaders.

Kaine finished unpacking the old, rare and expensive booze, set up in the spacious and comfortable executive lounge aboard his personal ship. Outside the ship were commandos and other forces going about their business. There was food and drink there for any escorts that Kaine's vode brought with them. But only the bosses would get the really good expensive stuff. That was only right and proper.

Once he was done preparing, Kaine sent a private encoded transmission to Lord Nexus and Bloodrage Pirates to meet him aboard his landed ship at their first convenience, adding that drinks were on him. Then he opened a small bottle for himself and sat down in a comfortable lounger to wait.

Wayland

The Dark Lord wasted no time upon receiving Kaine's transmission. He passed instructions to his Forsworn to ensure that his men were ready to break camp and leave at a moments notice. Along with this, he commanded them to prep the fleet crews to be ready to board, as the fleet was on its way to Wayland. After receiving affirmation that his orders were received, he made his way back to his ship, The Arrakis. The vessel's engines emitted a low whispering whine, before suddenly roaring to life as the ship lifted from its informal landing area and made its way to the coordinates sent by Kaine.

Moments later

The crescent shadow on the ground mirrored the vessel above as it made its way to the Mandalorian outer perimeter. Darth Nexus hailed the Mandalorians on the open channel, stating his name and business. Upon receiving access and landing coordinates, the Arrakis touched down. The engines fell silent, only to be replaced by the hiss of hydraulics pumps as the landing platform lowered to the ground. Then came heavy footsteps, as boots met the metal ramp; each step rang out like a war drum, in a slow ominous rhythm.

The Sith emerged from beneath his ship, clad from head to toe in his battle armor; unlike what most of Clan Australis was accustomed to seeing him in, he was not wearing his Beskar'gam, but his original armor. The armor looked bulk and archaic, yet all the same it had an ornate finish and the plates held a strange gleam indicating that it was not simply plate armor, but something augmented. Over his left shoulder, Lord Nexus carried a metallic cylinder, and in his right hand was a small chest. He was greeted by several men who he had served with in his last visit to Byss, they greeted each other with a mutual nod before the men led the Sith towards where Kaine was situated.

Darth Nexus crossed the threshold to find Kaine drinking already. He let out a low rumbling chuckle, that was distorted behind his bone helmet. Setting down the canister and chest, he crossed the room stopping a few feet from Kaine. Reaching up with both hands, Nexus removed his helmet to reveal his gruff, tattooed face. His silver hair tumbled out as well, tied in a war braid. He was a fierce sight to behold, and looked far healthier than when Kaine last saw him. The same could not be said for his Mandalorian brother at arms. A wry smirk danced upon the Dark Lords lips as he set his helmet on the table.

"You look like you got a head start on the battle without me Ner'vod...I am jealous of you."

With that, he returned to the chest, bringing it to the table and opening it. The contents inside were revealed to be a large bottle of amber liquid and several ornate metal tumblers. He set three on the table and uncorked the bottle. The smell would cause most nostrils to flare, as it smelled like fire. He poured himself a glass, and one for Kaine, offering it to him.

"Kashyyk fire whiskey, from Feral Ragnos' old collection - drink at your own risk."

[ Gwyn | Cockpit | Morninglord-class Light Defender (Unnamed) | Open Space and Hyperspace | Inner Rim ] Attn: Jair Crawford

[ Gwyn | Cockpit | Morninglord-class Light Defender (Unnamed) | Open Space and Hyperspace | Inner Rim ] Attn: Jair Crawford