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Post by Whill Shaman Erevis on Apr 9, 2013 11:31:07 GMT -8
*The History is Currently Unknown*
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Post by Corr on Apr 26, 2013 2:28:55 GMT -8
The story so far...
Algarine was the capital city of the planet Algara II. It was located on the continent of Kreesis. Algar Mining, which ran all mining operations in the Algaran system, had its headquarters in Algarine. It was also the location of the planet's central monorail station.
The planet, under Mandalorian rule for some time, had recently come under the control of Clan Vhett who tried to wipe away the resentment over genetic experiments done on their populace by the previous Mandalorian regime. This attempt failed due to the actions of an underground terrorist movement know as the Xan Brotherhood. Following the assassination of the Xan Prime Minister, an execution carried out by the Brotherhood but made to look as if their Mandalorian oppressors had been responsible, the planet was thrown into civil unrest, the terrorist striking at various targets, intent on driving the Mandalorians away and setting up their own tyrannical regime.
Following a strike against the terrorist leader by a Mando intelligence agent, it was assumed that the head of the snake had been removed and things had settled down somewhat. The departure of most of the Mando forces had actually benefited their cause as the Xan didn't have much to vent their frustrations on.
A mysterious space battle against an unknown assailant had rendered the space station in orbit destroyed and the Mando forces their had departed abruptly leaving the planet undefended for a time. Though the unknown assailant in orbit appears to have been destroyed there was one confirmed instance of a shuttle finding its way to the surface, as well as reports of several fighter-sized craft fleeing the station before it was destroyed.
The security of the planet was soon secured by an outside force working under contract though the system remained under the nominal control of Clan Vhett... The unrest had abated somewhat, the Xan citizens going back to as much a semblance of normality as could be grasped in light of the upheaval the city had been subjected to over the last several months. Work crews worked to clear the debris caused by the terrorist attacks and subsequent battles raged as Mandalorian forces had attempted to quell the rebellion that had threatened to wrest control of the planet from their Beskar-laced hands. The Mando'ade forces, seriously depleted in light of the war waged against the Jedi, still maintained a highly visible presence on the streets. Robbed of heavy support and reinforcements, each walked warily, knowing that they were on their on on a planet that still bubbled with anger and resentment towards their foreign masters, an attitude most Vode could sympathise with.
No more than a thousand Mandalorians remained on planet. A thousand souls to police a population of millions. A population that neither liked nor welcomed their presence.
There was still no Xan Prime Minister. Marshal law had been lifted yet heavy restriction were still in place on who came and went. There was no curfew but the spaceport was heavily guarded and monitored. Mercenary ships patrolled orbit with an agenda only the highest authorities knew.
Things were tense.
The atmosphere was thick.
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Post by Gukky on Jun 2, 2013 1:41:47 GMT -8
Gustav-Kodaly Remiak held the steering wheel in a death-grip as he wrestled the open topped jeep across the uneven road at breakneck speed. His assistant had turned from white to grey as the narrowly avoided overturning the groundcar or hitting a pedestrian. It was a thrill sport for Gukky. After so many life and death situations there was few things that could shake his sang-froid shell. Secretly, he craved excitement. Which is why he had moved to Algara. Ever since then, the daily commute to one of the hardest hit areas was the most laid back part of his day.
No sooner had he arrived, he was flooded with people. That was one thing about the Mandalorians - they were nothing but thorough. They were smart enough not to kill, but leave the barely alive survivors as an example for the rest of the population, while exhausting their medical supplies and sapping their resolve. As part of a relief organisation, he was technically neutral and free to treat anyone since the ceasefire. However, the victors always got preference. Picking his way through the causality bay, where people were stretched out, hurt, dying or dead, he checked his orders for the day with the ladies who decided who got help first.
The only trouble was that Gukky didn't speak a word of Basic. It was humorous at first but later it had become a real pain. As a result he had a permanent assistant assigned to act as a translator. She guided him to his first patient. A bruiser of a Mandalorian who had been stabbed repeatedly with homemade weapons. They had found the joints in his armour and had left the sharpened metal blades where they got through. Gukky wondered how badly off the attackers had come off. But there was a job to do. He'd need to get his armour off. Huffing slightly, he lit a cigarette.
"Ek moet jou bepantsering uitstappen." His translater helpfully chimed after him: "He needs you to get your armour off."
The Mandalorian nodded "no". Huffing deeper, Gukky got a syringe loaded up a dose to knock him off his feet and dispensed it through his drip. The Mandalorian complied, slumping over. Judging by the looks of things, he wouldn't have been able to get the armour off even if wanted to. And he couldn't get the wicked curved knives out without him taking off the armour. Choices, choices. Since the armour had no sentiment for him, the choice was simple. Whipping his scalpel out, he cut away at the joints until the armour came off in pieces. He could reassemble it later, if his hands still worked afterwards.
There was a reason why the Mandalorian didn't try getting out of his armour. No sooner had Gukky gotten to work when a few angry-looking locals, brandishing more pins for this particular Mandalorian pincushion, came in.
Now it was a matter of personal pride for Gukky - if there was a patient under his knife - no-one else's got in between. He calmed stood between the group and the Mandalorian.
"Kan ik julle fokken helpen?"
His assistant didn't feel it necessary to translate the last bit.
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Post by Jace Stealer on Jun 7, 2013 1:06:56 GMT -8
It had only been twenty four hours since they came down from orbit to help ease the burden of keeping the peace, and already they had run into trouble. After parking their AIAT/i in a secured spaceport hanger, they stumbled upon a protest that was taking place outside. It took the platoon an entire hour just to get through to one of the hotels that had been commandeered for the soldiers supporting the Mandalorians. Nine hours after that they had separated into five squads and had taken over the posts previously abandoned by the Mandalorian forces, which now needed support in order to handle the concerned citizens.
And here they were now, two brawls and six arrests later. And that was just for their squad. Second Lieutenant Kenev had gotten similar reports from the other squads within the first few hours of being at their post. The resentment towards the Mandalorians and their supporting forces was strong, and it seemed that despite the consequences the rabble would still strike out against their 'oppressors'. He figured that they were in luck though, despite the roughness of the citizens. None of them had become organized yet, still striking out in small groups that reeked of strong liquor. And their weapons consisted of small pipes, chunks of debris, and their fists. As long as they blew off steam without the use of blasters or lethal weaponry, everyone would be happy. Or else they would get something other than a fair fist-fight and a night in the cell before being released.
Something much worse.
Kenev had taken his squad to one of the medical stations on the outskirts of town, where activity had picked up as of late. While it was on the outer edges of the city, it was by no means sparse of people. Being on the main road out of the Algarine, this particular section was bustling with activity. Which in turn meant it was bustling with trouble as well. Crime was on the rise as pickpockets and thieves stole hardware and equipment from the Mandalorians for turning a profit on the black market. While he wanted to get involved with said activities, he had been instructed to keep the peace between the citizens and the occupiers, and to leave that business to the Mandalorians and the local authorities. A shame, really.
Kenev walked from the guard station situated in front of the medical facility towards the front entrance. Two of his specialists, Hammond and Luskt, had commed him that a Mandalorian entered not too long ago with what might have been a group of disgruntled citizens. If he didn't know any better he would guess it was the assailants looking to finish the job. Coming up on the door, he spotted his two specialists coming around the corner to back him up. He nodded to them as they flanked him, all three striding in.
The trio came up behind the three citizens, immediately noting the deadly weaponry which sat in their clenched fists. Kenev grit his teeth as he started to walk up to the offenders, wondering why they had to brandish such weapons in a hospital. This was a place of healing, not bloodshed. Without the need to inform his trained soldiers on the plan, he cleared his throat and prepped his fist. "You three, put the weapons down. Now." The three turned on their heels, making the worst decision they could have gone with. The 'leader' of the three swung his knife down at Kenev, who intercepted it by grabbing his wrist. With his free hand he gave the man a haymaker, lifting him a few inches off the ground before letting the man settle in a heap on the floor. Hammond punched the club out of one of the assailants hands, quickly grabbing him by the wrist and twisting his arm around his back. Luskt, in his typical fashion, had the man pinned to the wall with the barrel of his pistol, scaring the man into almost staining his shorts when he flicked the safety off.
By now, Corporal Stuking had entered to make sure things had gone over smoothly. Kenev motioned for him to take care of the man unconscious on the floor in front of him. "King, take these three to the station. Have the Mandalorians process them. And get back here before more trouble shows up." He watched as Hammond and Luskt escorted their men out with Stuking carrying his over his shoulder, right on their heels. Glad that nothing had gotten out of hand, he looked over to the doctor. The fellow had a smoke in his mouth, in a stance to protect his patient. He nodded to him and walked over. "Sorry about that, doctor. I tried not to add more to the infirmary."
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Post by Gukky on Jun 9, 2013 6:43:24 GMT -8
Gustav's right-hand flicked the ash off the edge of the cigarette. His gaze was hidden behind the pale blue glow of his rectangular spectacles. When he stood to square off the would-be native assailants, his stance had been open and easy, yet coiled like a snake. He had his left hand behind his back, around the handle of his Webly revolver, its hammer cocked and ready. Gustav could have whipped it around and shot each one of the rebels through the head as fast as the chamber could cycle the bullet around. It would have been surgically placed - left eye, close to the nose as possible. The soft-pointed bullets would have made a train tunnel.
Right now, the only question was, did PMC Kenev have his name written on the bullet that was currently in the chamber?
Gukky was wanted by people who he owed things that money couldn't repay. Besides, even if he could somehow repay them, they could go and blow themselves. Gustav was pretty sure that they wouldn't be looking for him here but bounty hunters could be resourceful when they felt like it. But they usually weren't polite. He didn't quite get what he said, but it seemed friendly enough. Grinning at the soldier, he drew a packet of cigarettes with his left hand.
"Smocke?"
He offered the badly rolled cardboard tubes at Kenev. It was one of the few words that the doctor knew, although the "k" was mangled on the way out. His assistant murmured a translation of what the soldier said and the doctor suddenly burst out laughing. A thoughtful soldier too! Although, without them he wouldn't have a job. Gustav swung his long scarecrow arms out and clapped his hands down on the well-mannered PMC soldier.
"Dankie. Waardiert!" His assistant sighed. She was getting tired of having to be his mouth. "He says your help is much appreciated." The doctor spat a few more guttural phrases. "His name is Gustav-Kodaly. But we call him Gukky." Gukky frowned at his unloved nickname. But then he enthusiastically said something else that she didn't translate. "I think he should get back to his patient. Thanks for helping. Come around later. I'm sure he'd love to talk." The doctor looked a tad reluctant at first but by the time he had turned back to the patient, he had forgotten about the close encounter and was back to work.
Florence sighed and shrugged apologetically at the Kenev.
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Post by Bloodrage Pirates on Jun 10, 2013 4:56:39 GMT -8
From one of the main roads leading into the city came Arkan and Fia, racing in on their stolen speeder. The Captain slowed the speed slightly to conform with the local traffic laws, it wouldn't do to attract unwanted attention this early. There were not very many people on the roads and there were quite a few paramilitary vehicles dotted around, half manning check points. The military presence seemed to intensify as they drove further into the city, not a good sign at all. This part of the mission would be strictly reconnaissance, the action would come after the armoured mando's had sewn the seeds of chaos amongst the cities authorities.
"So, what do you like the look of?"
He remarked casually to Fia as they drove down what was probably once a bustling high street. The shops were still in place but there was a severe lack of customers. Arkan had spotted a bank of some kinda, that would be good for the bank roll but he wouldn't limit himself to just one target today, oh no, the pickings were rich indeed. Several jewelers and high-end tailors occupied the street alongside a couple of antiques dealers.
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Post by Jace Stealer on Jun 12, 2013 0:03:43 GMT -8
Not being a terribly rude fellow, Second Lieutenant Kenev gently plucked a cigarette from the package and placed it between his lips. Pulling out his own jet black lighter with an emerald detail of a blade on it, he lit his offering and took a slow and easy drag from it. While he was more inclined to smoke a cigarra then he is a cigarette, as he was known for in the platoon, he wasn't one to turn one away. A smoke was a smoke after all. And these days it seemed harder and harder for him to acquire any, being stationed on Outer Rim worlds and in hostile environments. Needless to say, he was grateful.
"Well of course doctor, we're just doing our job. It seems the Mandalorians have a handful to deal with as it is." He gestured to the unconscious armored man on the table. He glanced over at the translator as she listened and spoke his words in a familiar tongue. Thankfully she was here, as Kenev hadn't a clue what language Gukky was speaking. He offered his hand to the curious doctor. "Pleasure to meet you, Gustav. I'm Second Lieutenant Kenev. I've been charged with keeping watch of this here facility."
As he muttered a few more things and went off to treat the Mandalorian, Kenev turned to the weary looking translator and offered her a smile. "Thanks for mediating. I'll be sure to stop by sometime later, if I have the time." He took another drag and turned away as if to leave, but then remembered something and looked back. Smoke drifted from his mouth as he spoke. "Oh, and if you run into any more trouble, we'll be outside. Myself and my men would be glad to dispose of any more rabble." With that said, he turned back to his path and continued out of the facility to the front grounds.
Walking across to the fortified front entrance he made sure to finish his cigarette and flick it away before settling in. No need to have a burning stick in your mouth when the hooligans around here liked to swing first and ask questions...never. Stopping next to Sergeant Moorland, who was technically second in command of the platoon when he was gone, he looked out into the absurdly wide main street and attempted to spot what his friend was looking at. "Anything worth taking a look at out there?"
Moorland traced a pair of speeder bikes zipping up the busy streets with his electro-binoculars, curious as to what their hurry was. Letting the equipment rest on his chest with the assistance of the strap draped around his neck, he continued to look out over the empty market. "Nothing so far. But we know that'll change in the next few hours. Always does in this city."
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Post by Gukky on Jun 12, 2013 19:34:26 GMT -8
Florence nodded gratefully, her long-suffering face relaxing slightly. It was all too easy to forget that soldiers were simply doing their job, a nasty one at times. "Take care, Lieutenant Kenev." she said too softly to be heard by departing PMC, Although, she did enjoy her work with the doctor. Never a dull moment.
A short while later, the Mandalorian was well on his way to recovery. Unlike many of the causalities here, he would be fortunate enough to make a full recovery. Scrubbing the blood off his hands, Gukky politely watched as he was wheeled away, vaguely curious about the unknown soldier's future. Would he come back? Die on the battlefield? Kidney failure? Old age? Gukky always managed to catch people in a strange phase of their life - either during rebirth or in their dying moments. It was a nice change in scenery to try to imagine them elsewhere.
The next patient, a civilian, had run afoul of a clump of cluster mines. Shrapnel and fragments everywhere. Still alive and would likely make it. Quality of life? Not guaranteed. He worked mechanically, a human bureaucrat, shuffling an untidy pile of shattered humans into a tider, organised, labeled row next to him. Until he was unwillingly relieved. Gukky felt that he had just gotten into the swing of things. Looking at his steely watch, he consoled himself with the fact that his next job would soon be starting. Bidding his relief staff a good-night, he left the hospital with Florence in tow.
Instead of taking his jeep back to his accommodation, Florence hitched them a ride to the center of town on an ambulance and got off at the biggest marketplace. It was the evening crowd of shoppers determined to get whatever scarse commodities they could, lest they not be tomorrow. Gukky loitered around, working through his smokes, watching the crowd. These people were strangely determined to remain, even in a war-torn planet that was stuck beneath the boot of the Mandalorian warmachine. It was home, he supposed. He eyed a pair of Mandalorians, with yellow armbands, on patrol. Wordlessly, the three of them ambled out of the market and into one of the crumbling, unhappy buildings.
Working their way down a narrow stairwell, they entered what had been one of the rebel bunkers. Since the rebels had officially surrendered, it was now owned by Gukky. Florence waited for them in the common area, equipped with an assualt rifle that hung over her knees and dressed in a downy local outfit, with a local militia commander that eyed the Mandalorians suspiciously.
"Wat lyk julle zo zenuwachtig?" Gukky asked jovially, despite the fact that everyone was fingering their guns. No-one quite knew what to say and Florence was too busy fingering her assault rifle to provide an answer. Braying a short laugh, Gukky shook his head, pulled up a chair and sat at the table. Gesturing at the other chairs he invited the others to do the same, suddenly lacking the friendliness he extruded earlier. It was business time and the foreplay was starting to bore.
Hesitantly, the commander of the militia took his seat, while the Florence stood behind him. The Mandalorians reluctantly pulled up chairs and sat far from the table, probably to keep their gun hands as free as possible. Gukky's smile returned and began speaking, at the middle space, trusting to Florence to handle the tedious business of actually talking to the gathered parties.
"Welcome. This was one of the Frayuir militia's bases, currently owned by myself and as you two gentlemen were already informed, this is Lieutenant Minid, a friend of mine. Lieutenant Minid, these fine Mandalorian have come to join our venture in... pillage." Gukky paused and picked another word. Florence smiled apologetically. "I meant 'profit'." The Lieutenant seemed ruffled at that. But Gukky placated him. "Once we have raised enough funds, we will transport the goods off-planet and trade them for weapons to continue your heerlijk stommiteit." Looking confused for a moment, Florence desperately looked for a way to phrase it that wouldn't get that grinning fool of a doctor and herself killed. "... noble struggle." Congratulations - he probably succeeded in upsetting the Mandalorians now. Ad libbing now, Florence tried to smooth over the previous statement: "In exchange for your assistance in this matter, your assistance as couriers will be remembered by the cause."
The Militia man and the Mandalorians glared at each other, while Gukky beamed at all those gathered. Perfect. Florence unrolled a map, with an appended plan. "In two days time, the one of the war-profiteering banks will move 100 Aurodium bricks, 98.5% refined, at 20kg a brick in a series of trucks to the spaceport where they will be transported off-planet..." And Florence spewed the meticulously organised plan, answering questions and repeating important details. Gustav dozed politely, dreaming of the kings fortune that he could sail away into retirement forever. No more tin-shack nights, fearing for his life. No more dangerous projects or bat-shit insane damsels. He would have the sweet, sweet boredom he had wanted all his life.
When he woke up, he was back at the hospital, in one of the patient beds, two hours away from his next shift. He could still afford to play dead for a while longer...
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Post by Fiàin on Jun 17, 2013 20:33:43 GMT -8
From one of the main roads leading into the city came Arkan and Fia, racing in on their stolen speeder. The Captain slowed the speed slightly to conform with the local traffic laws, it wouldn't do to attract unwanted attention this early. There were not very many people on the roads and there were quite a few paramilitary vehicles dotted around, half manning check points. The military presence seemed to intensify as they drove further into the city, not a good sign at all. This part of the mission would be strictly reconnaissance, the action would come after the armoured mando's had sewn the seeds of chaos amongst the cities authorities.
"So, what do you like the look of?"
He remarked casually to Fia as they drove down what was probably once a bustling high street. The shops were still in place but there was a severe lack of customers. Arkan had spotted a bank of some kinda, that would be good for the bank roll but he wouldn't limit himself to just one target today, oh no, the pickings were rich indeed. Several jewelers and high-end tailors occupied the street alongside a couple of antiques dealers. "There. That one is unoccupied and the rocks in those chains in the window look sizable" She didn't value rocks except for their ability to be thrown and kill, but the ones she would see the women getting excited over in her travels were different in appearance than any she had seen. Clear, and they glinted in the light like they contained a flame hidden in their colorful depths. Fia would never admit it, but sometimes she would think when she was a captive of one day owning a large one...while they didn't mean anything to her monetarily she was drawn to their beauty. The red ones especially, they looked like crystallized blood yet they still glimmered. She enjoyed looking at them |
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Post by Gukky on Jun 19, 2013 8:17:58 GMT -8
Pause, give attention to the dirt under the nails. Move on to the top, between the fingers. Rinse throughly. Dry throughly. Sigh at the nicotine-stained calluses and the unsexy bony, taut fingers. Make mental note to clip the tops again.
Gukky shoved his hands back into his pockets as he walked outside, on lunch. Sandwiches and coffee, with today's newspaper as a tablecloth, with a vancant Florence seated at the table. Automatically, the doctor got to the business of nutrition, trying to keep up with the required 16,000kJ needed to run his body. Which he did with an open mouth while he leafed idly through the news - until he got to an insert about Algarine's current situation, provided by the militia. He took his time, reading and re-reading points of interest before handing it to Florence, who dutifully mulched with her terrifying set of circular teeth. He waited until she had finished. "Lekker?" She didn't shift her deadpan expression until she swallowed the document whole. Gukky lit up his fifth for the day. "I've recalled the militia. It would be best if we keep them close. Don't know how long it will take for the liberator's forces link up with the locals and sweep the Mandalorians out, but we should be planning to get out." Gukky nodded. "En IGBC?" "They know and they're panicking too. They've given us the location of the biggest load but we won't be able to move it, not without a destroyer and an army." "Maak 'n plan." "Already have..." Gukky nodded curtly, partly disinterested in the details and knowing better than to get involved.
Another lunch meeting behind him, Gukky stood and walked back to his ward, with his strange, lopsided gait. Florence watched him leave, dead-eyed, before standing and walking off.
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Post by Silhouette Ordo on Jun 23, 2013 18:17:09 GMT -8
Silhouette sat perched upon one of the random hills that overlooked the city. Strapped in with her Beskar'gam, the young Atoan sat observing the happenings through her digital lens in her helmet. Her trusty Z-6 Rotary Auto Cannon laid on the ground next to her on her right, her Mandalorian Ripper sat comfortably in its spot along her right leg and waist and finally her captured lightsaber from a jedi she had killed a few years ago and made his death look like an accident. She patted it on her left side attached to her belt. She sat there and simply observed under cover and concealment tactics which allowed her not to be seen and with her specialized armor with its stealth abilities kept her undetectable. She was almost filled with a complete feeling of boredom.
Sighing she says to herself under her own breath.
"This sucks on so many levels of mandalore. Why do I always find myself on boring planets?"
Saying again under her own breath to herself as she continues to observe.
"Seriously is it too much to ask for a war these days to get the good ol' armor from rusting and get the muscles a pumping?"
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Post by Gukky on Jun 26, 2013 7:31:44 GMT -8
Business as usual in the market, except today, the militia was rolling in, in full regalia. Rifles, missile launchers and all sorts of hardware were on display and most found it prudent to move out of the way. For a rag-tag bunch, they sure did know how to get themselves settled in, deploying into groups and systematically shaking down the locals for supplies as protection money. They moved into the hospital, being sure to discourage the Mandalorians. There were no outright hostilities, which the Mandalorians could not afford at this stage. Not while Tauve was burning and the panic spread. But all in all, it was really, quite uncivilised. Gukky looked at his the steely watch, that told him that they had better get a move-along or else they wouldn't be able to move his king's ransom off the planet. And he wasn't too keen on catching a the sickness that was spreading around here. For one thing, he remembered what happened to the last planet that got euthanasied out of mercy. No sir, it was high time to get out of here and he was pulling all the stops to get it done before he got varicose viens in his face.
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Post by Bloodrage Pirates on Jul 1, 2013 4:37:06 GMT -8
Fia was a bit relieved as the speeder slowed. She hadn't been able to see anything but a giant blur going by when they were at full speed, and the sensation of being pulled back into her seat by the force of acceleration was a bit unpleasant. She did like the feeling of going fast once she got used to it, but not being able to pick out anything in the blur of scenery was disconcerting. Gref was feeling nauseous, it appeared the canine was prone to motion sickness and as she wasn't looking forward to bathing in the stomach contents of a 200 lb Vornskr anytime soon she was happy they had reached the city. She looked around them now that she could pick out features and was a bit surprised at how few people were around. It appeared to be a city not unlike the ones she traveled through as a slave. Those markets were loud, full of stinking surging humanity...but this one was mostly abandoned. The few people who were around had a feral wild look in their eyes, like predators looking for an easy kill. Arkan himself seemed to take on that look as he scanned the defenseless shops. She knew enough of these creatures to know they valued possessions that had no use to them, and she knew which ones. Her eyes landed on a large, defenseless jeweler and one check with Gref told her it was unoccupied."There. That one is unoccupied and the rocks in those chains in the window look sizable" She didn't value rocks except for their ability to be thrown and kill, but the ones she would see the women getting excited over in her travels were different in appearance than any she had seen. Clear, and they glinted in the light like they contained a flame hidden in their colorful depths. Fia would never admit it, but sometimes she would think when she was a captive of one day owning a large one...while they didn't mean anything to her monetarily she was drawn to their beauty. The red ones especially, they looked like crystallized blood yet they still glimmered. She enjoyed looking at them
His blaster was ready but not necessary, there was indeed no-one in the shop. He glanced around at the back room and pulled out a sack from one of his armoured pouches, handing it to Fia.
"Grab what you want and put it in there, be quick."
The Echani quickly walked to a different room, this room had what he was looking for, the safe. Cracking in would need skill, finesse and patience. Arkan was famous for possessing none of these qualities so he places a thermal detonator next to the lock and stood back. The noise could probably be heard from a fair distance away and was probably near deafening from within the jewellers. It got the job done and once the smoke had cleared Arkan grabbed the valuables from inside. He stuffed them into his own bag and ran to see if Fia was ready to leave. |
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Post by Jace Stealer on Jul 2, 2013 14:00:54 GMT -8
Intel had come in that a riot was on it's way, and this time they were wielding something other than signs and torches. Ten minutes prior to their arrival, Second Lieutenant Kenev stood next to the front gate and watched as Sergeant Telhan brought in a HAVr A-9 Floating Fortress. Kenev walked over to Telhan as he stepped from the craft and instructed the driver to park it behind some fortifications. Kenev nodded to him before glancing around at the soldiers who had come with him. He had a total of six men including himself, when he was supposed to have his full squad with him and another A-9. He glanced over at the gate and saw that they had closed it, signifying that the other one wasn't coming. He turned to address Telhan. "Sergeant, where the frick is the other Fortress? And what about the rest of your squad?"
Telhan turned around with a smirk on his face, pulling out a small datapad with a holo-projector on it. A small image of the city popped up, dulled by the daylight of midday. Telhan pushed another button on the display, and it zoomed in on their sector. The medical facility could be seen on the display and red arrows from outside the display moved inwards, showing where the mobs would be proceeding to arrive at the facility. A lone blue arrow came in from another direction, stopping a block from them and behind where the crowds would be gathering. "I've instructed the other half of my squad to take the Fortress and loop around into a covered alley. If the crowd gets too rowdy, they'll be able to sweep them up from behind."
Kenev nodded slowly, secretly glad that his sergeant had taken the initiative to move his men into a favorable position. "Good work Telhan, this will definitely give us the upper hand." He paused momentarily and turned his attention towards the open streets where the sounds of a large and rowdy crowd began to grow audible. "Next time, just give me a heads up before you do it."
Seven minutes later.
Things were getting more tense by the minute. They had a measly eighteen soldiers on the fortifications of the facility, eighteen against the small sea of militants and weapons. If they wanted to, they could have stormed the facility and taken it over by now. They knew what the cost of this was though, as the crowd had the two heavy blaster cannons on the A-9 trained on them and the multiple mounted weapons manned by fellow Mandalorians. Moving in on the facility prematurely would result in a lot of bloodshed, and both sides knew it. But with that knowledge everybody knew the facility would be taken eventually, so the Emerald Blades had ordered an evacuation of the facility. Wounded patients were being air-lifted to nearby hospitals and personnel were being loaded into the awaiting transports on the ground. Once everyone was accounted for they would move out of the facility and escort the convoy while they let the militia move in and take the building. The longer they could stave them off and keep them satisfied the better.
Meanwhile, in a meeting room inside the eastern medical wing.
SLAM. Kenev dropped his fist down on the table in irritation. The two sergeants in the room with him, Telhan and Moorland didn't flinch in the slightest, but the man on the other end of the holo-receiver, Sergeant Kayler, flinched slightly. Kenev sat in his chair, stewing in his thoughts for a few moments before he released his clenched fist. He took a deep breath before looking back up to Kayler. "Are you certain?"
Kayler frowned and looked down at the datapad in his hand. Yes sir. One of my boys recorded her being captured by the Mandalorian squads after a firefight with the local militia. It seems that she was helping the unarmed civilians escape, and that the Mandalorians believed her to be helping the militia. They loaded her up afterwards and took her away.
Kenev leaned back in his seat and rubbed his eyes. They could not afford to lose this woman to the Mandalorians. Her safety is probably worth more than this particular operation, at least to the higher-ups. They needed to get her back and off the planet as soon as possible. "Do you know where she was taken?"
Kayler looked back into the holo-receiver, staring directly at his superior. I had my tech do some... digging. It appears that this squad moved her directly out of the city and to an outpost not far from here. From the looks of the blueprints, I believe she could be detained there.
Kenev sat back up as a separate encrypted transmission came in from HQ. He raised an eyebrow as he read over the report, half his mind still on the task he was about to lay out. "Good. I want Sevron and your squads over there ASAP. Take a Fortress and an A-A5... Do whatever it takes to get her back." He turned off the receiver before Kayler could confirm, knowing that his team would be out of the city in the next fifteen minutes. They knew the dire circumstances if they couldn't get her back, or if the Mandalorians were alerted to the outcome of whatever transpired at the outpost. What he needed to do was evacuate this facility and address the new order that had come in from command. Needless to say, things were about to get very interesting...
Meanwhile, over near the Jewelry Store...
The six soldiers that had parked the A-9 Floating Fortress further down the street heard the deafening bang of some sort of explosion. With no word of any engagements over the comm, they assumed that this conflict hadn't reached the medical facility. With the intentions of making sure it didn't, the A-9 Fortress swung out of the alley and sped down the street. One of the gunners spotted the parked speeder in front of the jewelry store and pointed it out to the crew. The driver made a B-line for the speeder as the soldiers inside prepped their weapons and charged up the cannons. While the blaster rifles were set to stun, the two heavy blaster cannons on top of the A-9 had no such function.
The A-9 pulled up and stopped only ten meters from the front of the store. With it's side facing the speeder, the two cannons on top had a clear shot on whatever might come at them. One of the cannons swiveled around and rested with it's barrel facing the speeder while the other trained it's sights on the front of the shop. Three soldiers hopped out of the opposite side of the vehicle so as not to be exposed to enemy fire and moved into position. One stood with the front of the vehicle covering him while the other two took to the back. They made sure to stay in cover and wait for their corporal's order to move in. The driver of the vehicle switched his headset from the private channel to the vehicle's external speaker system.
Come out with your weapons on the ground and your hands up. You are in direct violation of order eighteen, subsection forty. Looters, I repeat: Come out with your hands up and weapons on the ground.
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Post by Flo on Jul 5, 2013 7:01:16 GMT -8
Marketplace
Captain Minid rode casually on the back of the technical, in full sight of the invaders and their weaponry, confident in stalemate that he and his forces presented. His milita stockpiled their looted goods, clearly demonstrating that they were in no hurry to go anywhere. This was their city. If anyone had to be afraid, it was those soldiers in their Fortresses that should have had the sense to go home when they had the chance. Instead, they stayed. His militia had gathered followers, collected weapons and now were ready to drive them out. The vehicle stopped and Captain Minid took shelter in his command post.
A stoic Florentijn stood at the waiting for the Captain to return. He nodded at her. Although it rankled to have these outsiders in their midst, they had been useful. The strange doctor's money had gone a long way into building the Freyuir militia and Florentjin had been an advisor worth listening to. Still, he was looking forward to the time that he didn't need them. There was a strangeness about them that he couldn't seem to place. He would be happy to just to rid of them. They would be richer, so would he and Alagra II would be restored. But for now, the squeeze was on. One of his junior Lieutenants was updating the map of the marketplace and Captain Minid was coming to the same conclusion that the enemy had. He outnumbered his enemies and could theorically overrun the medical center, but it would be a Phyrric victory. "We don't need to attack. They're stretching their forces to the breaking point as is trying to protect the medical center. Besides, they don't want to break the ceasefire." Minid nodded again. But he couldn't quite hide the fact that he was a little out of his depth. "So, why exactly are we here?" "Because you're going to hold the hospital ransom while we hijack a shuttle and move the Aurodium offplanet. If they co-operate, no-one gets hurt and we walk through the blockade." Not for the first time, Minid was disgusted by the debased strategies that the strange pair resorted to. But it was strangely compelling and the way she said it made him seriously consider it. He had enough rockets to besiege the hospital... "You won't need to even fire a shot. I have a team already inside the hospital, poised to take the shuttle." Flo said, cutting neatly through his thoughts. "Just hold the hospital until we can load the bricks and get clear of the system."
Pause. Could be so easy? Minid squinted at the sang-froid woman, with her LMG casually hung at hip level. They would see...
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Post by Gukky on Jul 5, 2013 7:01:28 GMT -8
Meanwhile, at the hospital...
Several patients were getting to their feet, loading and cocking their rifles. There were two squad of seven men. Gukky clicked his pen and made a note to increase the dose slightly, they still seemed a little sluggish. But once that stuff got going, they were going to be unstoppable. And then mildly retarded. The problem was the tolerance issue. Once exposed to Type-81, they couldn't function without it again and Gukky wasn't about to open a shop on Algarine. Not on your life. Sighing, he stood up and got to work.
"Ooe, wat maak julle?" Predictably, one of them clobbered him in the chest, winding him and dropping him to the deck. Whimpering slightly, they muttered to each other and decided to keep him as a hostage. Hoisting him by his coat they jabbed a rifle to his back and made him walk with them through the corridors. To which he complied all too easily. They moved like panthers through the corridors, waving their guns at any who were stupid enough to try and get in their way and when any needed more convincing, they pointed their rifles at Gukky. There was a medical evacuation shuttle on the tarmac outside, half-full of patients. Perfect timing. Shoving Gukky to his knees, his keeper pointed his rifle at him, while the rest of the militiamen fanned out to control the landing pad. The shuttle pilot suffered a moment of confusion what exactly to do and that was all that the militia needed to storm his shuttle and take control of it. Now with a hold full of hostages and the shuttle under their control, they could issue demands and move their help in without fear of retaliation.
There was a warble as one of the militiamen got the shuttle's broadcast system going.
To the fascist forces currently holding the medical center, send a representative to discuss the terms of your immediate and unconditional surrender! Or else we will be forced to use force on the patients held here!
A little too colourful for Gukky's tastes, but he was sure that would have the forces here jumping. That was Flo's plan, wasn't it?
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Post by Jace Stealer on Jul 7, 2013 23:38:53 GMT -8
Everything was going along at an even pace. The ground transports had been loaded up with various supplies and personnel, and were ready to move out once the order came through. Several Mandalorian vehicles had pulled in through the rear entrance, the one furthest from the mob on the main street, to provide an escort service for the convoy. Several Mandalorian patrols had moved to take over the positions that the Emerald Blades' soldiers had occupied so that they could report back to their superiors. Most of the shuttles had flown to their respective destinations, all except for one...
Kenev gazed over the meeting room at his fully assembled squad, glad that everybody had gotten through the day unscathed. In a matter of minutes, they would be in their heavily fortified vehicle and out of this district and into a more controlled one. The farther away he could get away from these riots, the more concentration and resources he would have available to get their Force-user back. He folded his arms and nodded to Moorland as his second-in-command stopped next to him, looking back out to his men. "Alright, we're almost out of here. Mando's have finally gotten around to backing us up, so we'll have a full escort out of here. We will be taking the Fortress while Telhan takes the truck with his half of his squad. The convoy will be moving out in less than five minutes. We're just waiting on-"
Just then, the speakers from the shuttles rang out from somewhere overhead and from outside. Everybody in the meeting room were completely motionless, stone statues as the situation soaked in. All at once, everybody slipped their combat helmets on and grabbed their weapons, following Kenev out the door. They all ran down the hallway towards the lifts and the stairs. Kenev glanced over at Moorland, glad that he was right next to him. "Moorland, give me a sit-rep."
Luckily, Moorland had been in charge of the shuttle evacuations. He knew who and what was supposed to go on which shuttles, and where their destinations were supposed to be. "A single shuttle was left on landing pad 3-H. That was right above us. Should be the only one left."
Kenev thought of the layout of the facility as they all slowed down in front of the lifts. He stopped before them, turning to his squad. "King, head to the roof. You should have a good vantage point in case things get heated. Have your rockets ready in case they try to execute the wounded and take off with the shuttle. The rest of you are coming to the third floor. I need six of you to spread out and cover the platform from the windows. Moorland and I will get the front door."
With that said everybody moved out. Stuking and his three soldiers took one lift to the roof access. From there they crawled over to the roof's edge, making sure to stay about two feet from it and out of sight. They would let the rest be their eyes and ears while they prepped the rockets. Six soldiers took to the stairwells, sprinting up to the third floor before clearing each room. Satisfied that there was not a soul left in the building, they spread out and took cover near the windows. From their positions along the hospital's walls, they could see out to the platform. Their helmets picked up the armed militants on the pad and sent out this information to the other squad-mates. In each soldiers HUD, a small yellow diamond marked their targets, viewable even through the walls. Kenev and Moorland took the last lift, bringing them up to the hallway that lead out to the platform. They moved forward and took up positions on either side of the door.
Kenev pressed a small dial on the front of his vest, activating his commlink. Everybody in position? We're about to begin the negotiations.
Moorland looked over to Kenev, the sound of single-clicks coming through the commlink as each soldier sent their ready status. "Lieutenant, you ready?" He received a single nod from his platoon leader before pushing the panel next to the door. It slid open quickly, and both men simply sat behind their cover, waiting to see if the opposing side had simply laid a trap.
Seeing how no laser bolts flew through the door, Kenev called out to those on the platform. "Alright, the representative Second Lieutenant Kenev of the Emerald Blades is here to begin negotiations."
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Post by Gukky on Jul 11, 2013 6:57:54 GMT -8
At the landing pad
Lieutenant Ashour had abandoned his patient outfit and was wearing his Alagra army uniform, emblazoned with the Frayuir militia's rust red insignia. HIs forces had stacked the crates scattered around the shuttle into positions to give them cover. 15 of the injured were in the shade of the shuttle, while the other hostages were stowed on the ship. His men were scattered between the hostages and the cover, in pairs. Having a fairly accurate count of the the soldiers stationed here, he was sure that his soldiers outnumbered and, if they were counting the small battle group that was pitching their tent outside the hospital, they outgunned the forces stationed at the hospital. The Lieutenant was almost curious why they simply hadn't killed them all and taken their demands by force.
The militia platoon commander was waiting on the landing pad with his rifle at the ready for his opposite number to meet him, his posture open and confident, no doubt due to the drug that was pumping through his system. The door opened and predictably, the cowards doubted the integrity of their word. They had said they would use force only if they didn't comply. They didn't understand this planet, their customs and they would never conquer them. He called out:
"I am Lieutenant Ashour of the Frayuir Militia. We demand a safe passage for Abrim, the deputy secretary of defence for Algara II to the government-in-exile."
And that was what all the fuss was about. A relatively minor functionary, he was none-the-less an incredibly popular figure in the resistance movement. His expertise had been invaluable in organising the resistance. Which had earned him a large bounty and had clearly made his hometown an unpleasant place to be. But how it had come to this, there was only two people that knew. One on his knees with the rest of the hostages, the other with the commander of the militia.
Meanwhile, nearby the bunker...
Inside one of the multi-story parking lots, two Mandalorians sat inside an armoured truck, perfectly relaxed, even though they had been sitting there for hours. There was a triple click on the radio, the signal that it was time to begin. The engine of this monster truck had been idling for the last hour and it smoothly accelerated out of the lot and into the street. Their orders were simple - they had to drive non-stop to the hospital. Maybe they interpreted the non-stop order a touch to literally. They weren't braking for anything, ploughing through civillian vehicles, stalls and the like. Still, it was a twenty minute drive. Ahead, there was a thump of an explosive going off. That didn't deter the driver - usually where the explosive had gone off there wasn't another. Although it had reduced his visibility. The truck hit a fancy red speeder and cut it in half with no difficulty, but the A-9 fortress was a different matter although. The driver slammed on the brakes and swerved. But it was like trying to slow down an oil tanker that was travelling at speed. In terms of armour, the tank and the truck were evenly matched and what the truck had lacked in weapons, it made up with sheer mass. The truck broadsided the fortress...
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Post by Flo on Jul 11, 2013 7:00:12 GMT -8
Back at the militia command center
Flo's tactical display beeped a warning. The truck that was suppose to be moving the imaginary Abrim had stopped moving. Impossibly it discovered and collided with the fortress that had been uncounted for earlier. Impassively, she turned to Captain Minid.
"The gold has been stopped."
Maybe underneath all the patriotism, the Captain was only a mere human at the end of the day. And the prospect of losing a fortune he never had would be terrible. Just terrible.
"Dispatch me and a two units. The truck is only disabled, not destroyed. It will be quiet. We don't want everyone in on our secret."
Where did women like this come from? In paradise, he'll take a dozen of her. He only needed to nod for her to bark out orders, rallying her two units to RV around the truck, encircling the position. Then she hefted her LMG, pulled her face shield down and was gone.
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Post by Jace Stealer on Jul 16, 2013 23:27:22 GMT -8
Kenev and Moorland looked to each other before peering around the corner. So this is what they wanted. Abrim was quite the card among the resistance, and he remembered the small celebration that commenced following his capture. The Mandalorians wouldn't like this trading of hostages in the least. That is, if they even went for it. A bunch of civilians for one of the best strategists the resistance could have? That didn't sound promising to Kenev. He was going to have to negotiate something a little more reasonable if this was going to go smoothly.
The Second Lieutenant set his rifle so that it leaned against the frame of the door, just out of view of armed soldiers on the landing pad. Standing up, he took a single step out so that he was underneath the door frame and in full view. He stared out at the men littering the landing pad.
"Abrim you said? I'll have your demands sent straight to high command." He turned his head and nodded to Moorland, who proceeded to link his commlink to the sector's communications relay and send the request. Kenev looked back to the group. "But in all honesty, you don't have much of a bargaining chip. One of the resistance's most valuable member for a few hostages? And technically speaking, they are your people. You are supposed to be fighting for them, but instead you ransack their residences and take them hostage?"
Kenev watched carefully and wondered how they would respond to his jest. A remark back, possibly some threats followed by an example? His eyes rested upon the form of what he assumed was their commander and his prime hostage, Doctor Gustav. He wondered, but secretly hoped that the commander would execute him first. Command had sent in a report on a possible bounty in their sector, and by a pure stroke of luck he was kneeling before him with a gun to his head. At this rate, the best Kenev hoped for was to get the Jedi back safely and a fresh bounty on their ship as they high-tailed it out of this crumpling city.
Meanwhile, down the road...
There was little time to react as they found themselves in the path of a heavy speeder truck barreling towards them. The two men who were situated at the back of the vehicle spotted it coming and rolled out of the way just before it impacted. The A-9 Flying Fortress took the impact, crumpling a section of the rear and rendering that door useless. Unable to compensate for the sudden collision, the nose of the truck dipped and smeared the soldier who was taking cover at the front. His legs were caught underneath as his midsection was flattened and dragged several feet along the street. The vehicle drifted a foot or two from the truck as the repulsorlifts kicked back in.
The two men who had dodged the truck were now safely behind a few speeders that were parked on the opposite side of the street as the jewelry store. They tried not to glance over at what was left of their comrade on the front of the A-9, instead focusing their gun sights and attention on the truck that had just caused this incident. The rear turret spun around and fired a single burst into the lower front section of the truck, aiming to disable either the engine or the front repulsorlifts so that it couldn't go anywhere. The turret that was aiming at the street display switched it's aim to the speeder parked in front of the jewelry store. The external speakers came alive once again, this time emitting a voice that was much more irritated. Alright, same goes for you! Everyone out of their vehicles, now. If any weapons are displayed then you will be vaporized. Let's go! Ten seconds to comply!
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