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Star Wars Those Who No Longer Exist: A Mandalorian RPG

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  1. MandoA101

    MandoA101 Jedi Padawan star 1

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    Oct 2, 2016
    OOC: I'm liking the new format... looks good.

    IC: Drake

    Drake listened from the back of the small pod of Mandalorians, considering the Black-Armored Man's proposition. he replied to the green-armored Mando from Agamar, saying simply, "No names, not from me... That's a condition of employment." The man scanned them slow glance.

    He then looked right at the green Mando. "Or if you don't want this job you can go back hustling at the card table as opposed to soldiering." Drake couldn't see his reaction, but he assumed it wasn't going to be great. Still, the man continued. "I'll admit, it doesn't pay much, but it's worth 3 hots and a cot from your employers so long as you can stay on mission. If you can stay on mission."

    The potential employer- Drake's eyes lit up with the prospect of being able to refuel his Z-95- emphasized If. It was going to be a difficult job. He droned on. "It will reuire you to work together, across clan lines." For the second time, his visor passed over the others. "So decide, each of you now, do you want this job?"

    A Mando Drake identified as an Asha Ordo, spoke. "I'll take the job, but I want to know what it is and where we will be going. And if we do work together I don't want to return to my family with nothing to show. They already think less of me. House Ordo is descended from great Warriors. If I have nothing to show, what good am I to them?"

    Drake thought that was a significant question, but it wasn't enough to change his track of thinking. Credits, or arrested. Easy choice. "I'm in," Drake said.

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  2. Mitth_Fisto

    Mitth_Fisto Jedi Grand Master star 6

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    Sep 29, 2005
    IC: Susulur Dha'tra
    Back alley behind the Inky Raven pub, Salis D'aar, Bakura


    As the man replied his hair felt like it was trying to bristle on end at the emphasis. "No names, not from me...that's a condition of employment." Was the initial reply, he looked sternly at him through his T-Visor. No names meant trouble of a sort you could most likely never advertise, which meant this job would not be helping his rep. "Or if you don't want this job you can go back to whatever you all were doing before," He looked directly at Dha'tra, "Hustling at the card table for your next meal for example as opposed to soldiering." Dha'tra snarled slightly at this back handed slur on him as the Mandalorian in Black continued on. "I'll admit, it doesn't pay much, but it's worth three hots and a cot from your employers so long as you stay on mission. If you can stay on mission." He explained further. "It will require you to work together, across clan lines." He stood up straight. "So decide, each of you now, do you want this job or not?"

    Across clan lines, a secret clandestine operation that didn't pay well, and pretty much only guaranteed food and a bed. For that he could go to his clan home and be a day laborer in the restoration plants or remote crops. The only upside was the soldering. Working again. He hated to have to admit it to himself as others started to chime up that they were in, but he was starting to get rusty, that electro whip never should of caught an exposed limb and detained him as long as it had. He hated to admit it, but he was rusting slowly at the card tables. He could hustle almost anyone under the table and was no slouch at not being drunken under one either, but fighting?

    With a heavy sigh he removed his hand from atop the blaster where it had somehow ended up during the initial speech, and tipped his head. "I'm in. If possible I'll grab my ship and follow."

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  3. Bardan_Jusik

    Bardan_Jusik Mand'alor - Manager of EUC, SWC and Anthology star 10 Staff Member Manager

    Registered:
    Dec 14, 2009
    IC: Beskaryc Taab/The Mandalorian in Black (NPC, restricted GM use only)
    Nearing the Salis D'aar Spaceport, Bakura


    "I'll take the job, but I want to know what it is and where we will be going." The Mandalorian in Black nodded at Ordo's assertion even as Taab wondered to himself why he hadn't asked that already. "And if we do work together I don't want to return to my family with nothing to show. They already think less of me. House Ordo is descended from great Warriors. If I have nothing to show, what good am I to them?"

    "Fair enough" The Mandalorian in Black replied now, ready to address Asha's concerns when Drake cut him off with a simple "I'm in." Taab nodded, understanding all too well why he would accept without knowing terms. He was in a similar place himself, though since this mysterious benefactor of theirs seemed willing to tell them more, Taab refrained from jumping in just yet. Still he gave a curt nod to the Mandalorian in Black as he found himself under his T-Visor's gaze. That gaze shifted to Susulur Dha'tra who gave a heavy sigh. "I'm in. If possible I'll grab my ship and follow." The Mandalorian in Black seemed satisfied with that and stood back a little straighter now. Taab was reminded again of just how tall he was as he answered Asha's earlier question.

    "All right then," The Mandalorian in Black kept his voice low as a ship launching from the spaceport screeched high overhead. Taab had to strain to hear the man now. "Job is out on the Kurosawa." Taab bit his lower lip behind his faceplate, he had never heard of the place before. "It's a small agro colony in the outer rim, maybe a hundred farmers there," the Mandalorian in Black explained as if he had heard Taab's unspoken question. "For the last few years it's come under the thumb of a local band of pirates who stop by several times a year to take what they want and well, as often happens, the locals have had enough." Taab nodded, he could understand that, he knew he shabla wouldn't put up with that sort of thing. "They can't fight back on their own, they lack numbers, weapons and any sort of training," Cowardly arutiise Taab thought to himself, then again for a mercenary, cowards often paid the bills. "So they hid what cash they could to avoid paying it out to the pirates, and have pooled it to hire whatever mercenaries they could find." He looked at the four of them, it looked like they were all that could be found. "It isn't much, but they scrounged up enough to fuel your ships for a time, and it's good honorable work." Taab found himself smiling now. It did seem like a decent job, and one that shouldn't be so difficult. Plus he didn't even have a ship, so that money could be used for something else in his case. Of course his lack of transport led to another complication. He piped up.

    "I don't have a ship, how am I supposed to get there?" He was too proud to ask for a ride from one of the others, and supposed he would have to steal something appropriate from the spaceport but the Mandalorian in Black had other plans. "Don't worry about it Taab, it's been arranged." He began to lead them through the spaceport. "You'll all travel together on one ship, easier to keep a low profile that way," he explained. Easier to keep them under control too Taab thought, but didn't say. What choice did he have now anyway? "I can send word back to your clans to collect your POVs (personally owned vehicles) if you wish." He shrugged as if it didn't much matter to him. "They can bring them back to your clan strongholds for you once the job is done." That didn't mean much to Taab, he had no ship, though he wondered how the others would respond.

    "Ah, landing pad 87...and your ship for the job." The Mandalorian in Black announced with a wave of his hand. It was a battered Kom'rk-class fighter, painted a combination of white and dark green, many portions of the hull were scorched black giving the craft a mottled, almost camouflaged kind of look. With the craft in it's landing configuration, the wingtips reached out into the dark sky over them. "The Blood Oath, she's seen her share of combat during the recent...unpleasantness," the Mandalorian in Black referred to the recently concluded Mandalorian Civil War, "but she is fully armed and fueled and can take you where you need to go and back again when you're finished..."

    It seemed there was more to be said but a strange beast came bounding down the boarding ramp at that moment. Taab immediately recognized the gold skinned six legged predator as a strill and was instantly glad his buy'ce (helmet) was firmly in place with it's filters running. Shabla things smelled disgusting, and Taab finally realized what the familiar stench was that had accompanied the Mandalorian in Black when he had entered the bar. For his part, the Mandalorian in Black called out to the strill. "Mird'ika, yes, time for us to go." Taab looked at him quizzically as their recruiter turned back to them. "No, I'm not going with you. I'm already employed elsewhere, though part of that included recruiting competent vode for this job." He looked down to his strill which was now going from Mandalorian to Mandalorian, sniffing at each of them before giving snarling slightly in approval. "The coordinates are already programmed into the navicomputer," he motioned for them to board the craft. "So off you go, all of you, and don't shab it up."

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  4. TheSilentInfluence

    TheSilentInfluence Silent and Friendly Mod of SWTV and SWC. star 6 Staff Member Manager

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    Jul 15, 2014
    IC: Asha Ordo
    Nearing Salis D'aar Spaceport, Bakura

    Asha nodded to herself, eyeing the Blood Oath casually. She glanced at the other Mandalorians, only briefly before she walked towards the ship itself, turning towards the Mandalorian in Black as she passed.

    "Thank you Alor." She smiles at him quickly before turning her attention back to the ship, eager to be doing something at last.

    "I call gunner." Asha called out, ready to get going even if the others weren't.

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  5. Mitth_Fisto

    Mitth_Fisto Jedi Grand Master star 6

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    Sep 29, 2005
    IC: Susulur Dha'tra
    Nearing Salis D'aar Spaceport, Bakura


    As they slowly agreed one by one he nodded his own head. At least whatever this was wouldn't tarnish his reputation if no one knew about it, and it was another way to keep his head low and hope the prior mess of Agumar would fade from common memory to allow him to get back to work. Proper work.

    "Right. Send the word then." he simply nodded before turning with the others to board the ship. "I call pilot." he simply called back to the other's calling to be gunner.

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  6. MandoA101

    MandoA101 Jedi Padawan star 1

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    Oct 2, 2016
    IC: Drake

    He watched as the small band agreed upon the job. "I call gunner," said Asha. She started towards the ship. "I call pilot," The green-armored one said carelessly, ignoring the other MandoA101 completely. They both rushed aboard after the Mando in Black. Before he knew it, the people had vanished into the hold.

    "Alright, I guess I'll follow you guys in my ship," Drake said to no one in particular. He rushed to his ship, in the the hangar adjacent, and pulled of the towel covering the ship from the weather, the whole bay open to the elements.

    He put his foot on the left wing, and pushed himself into the cockpit. He flew alone, as he couldn't afford an Astromech. Closing his cockpit window, he flipped the drives of his Z-95 on. As the Mando had said, the coordinates were already inserted into his Navigation system. The fact he had snuck into his ship slightly unnerved him, but he pushed the feeling away.

    Finally, he synced his helmet to his fighter, and began to pull his plane away from the bay.

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  7. Bardan_Jusik

    Bardan_Jusik Mand'alor - Manager of EUC, SWC and Anthology star 10 Staff Member Manager

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    Dec 14, 2009
    IC: Beskaryc Taab
    Salis D'aar Spaceport, Bakura


    "I call gunner." The Ordo woman grabbed the gunner position before Taab had even a chance to voice his own preference for that spot. "Well, shab," he mumbled to himself chagrined, but also amused by the recent turn of events. "Right. Send the word then." The one from clan Dha'tra simply nodded, taking the Mandalorian in Black's offer to inform his clan of his ship's situation before turning with the others to board the ship. "I call pilot." That Taab had no issue with. He was a competent pilot, but lacked experience, especially recently. Better to let one of the more seasoned Mando'ade sit behind the controls of the Blood Oath.

    Taab looked to the last member of their entourage. His preferred spot was already taken, so he was willing to let the member of House Vizlsa have his pick, but was shocked when he ran off to an adjoining landing pad. "Guess he didn't want to come along after all," Taab shrugged to himself as he boarded. "I'll take the flight engineer's station and help with navigation." He called out eventually to the trio that had boarded.

    :boba::boba::boba:

    IC: The Mandalorian in Black
    Salis D'aar Spaceport, Bakura


    The Mandalorian in Black shook his head forlornly as he watched the battered Z-95 belonging to Drake Sanger lift up off the landing pad to follow after the Blood Oath. "He doesn't listen very well does he mird'ika?" He asked his strill which gave a low mournful howl in reply. The Mandalorian in Black shrugged, as he looked skyward and locked his jetpack mounted missile onto the craft as it ascended. "This should teach him to listen to instructions," and the missile was off like a shot.

    The Mandalorian in Black smiled behind his faceplate, the shot hadn't even caused his strill to flinch. Excellent he thought as he watched the warhead corkscrew after the Headhunter. Evasive action was eventually taken, but it was too late, the seeking warhead was launched too close for any countermeasures to take effect, or before even shields could snap into place. It struck the Z-95 starboard side, where the wing root met the engine nacelle and exploded, taking the engine with it. The Mandalorian in Black continued to watch as the starboard wing crumpled before falling completely away from the remainder of the Headhunter, which fortunately enough seemed headed for a terminal ground/aircraft interface in the river. Things were going to be complicated enough now with the shoot down of the fighter without it crashing down in a populated area and potentially killing civilians.

    The canopy popped off of the vessel and the Mandalorian in Black watched as Drake ejected from his stricken craft. It would be up to the others now if they wanted to risk coming back down to collect him or not. He wouldn't, but he hoped they would. If not it meant yet another recruit he would have to find. He reached down and stroked his strill's rough hide as the pair of them disappeared into the shadows.

    :boba::boba::boba:

    IC: Beskaryc Taab
    Aboard the Blood Oath, skies above Salis D'aar, Bakura


    As the fighter/transport (Taab thought it more of a gunship than anything else, but what did his thoughts matter?) lifted off from the tarmac Taab settled into position in the cockpit in the co-pilots position next to Clan Dha'tra. "I'm Taab, Beskaryc Taab," he said by way of introduction. He doubted any would know him, even by name, he wasn't famous and his clan was fairly insignificant. Still it would be best if they at least knew each other's names while on this job. It would get tiring yelling out "hey you, no the other you," to his pair of comrades, especially in a combat situation. Noting that the ship's engines were running to standard, he started to call up information on their destination when a flashing alarm on the sensor panel caught his attention.

    "Uhhh we've got incoming." He was surprised, there hadn't been any alarm that they had been locked onto, and it would be folly to launch at an ascending ship without a sensor lock. "Hold, on...it's not aimed at us, it's going after a fighter that launched right after we did." He looked at the Clan Dha'tra before looking back to Clan Ordo. "It's the other guy's ship...The House Vizsla Mandalorian." Taab sounded surprised. "Was he trying to follow us?" He shook his head, his eyes wide behind his faceplate. "His headhunter is down, but he's ejected." Her looked back to the sensor screen tracking both trajectories as well as their own. "He is coming down on the campus of Tiarest University." He reported as he looked to his new companions. They wouldn't care where the fighter's wreckage was, only the pilot mattered. Or did he? "Do we go back for him?"

    TAG: @Mitth_Fisto, @MandoA101, @TheSilentInfluence

    OOC: Folks, I suggest you carefully read updates before posting. I clearly stated I wanted all player characters on the Blood Oath and even went through the effort to include the Mando in Black's offer to send word back to your clan/House regarding picking up your personal craft (to ensure they were all cared for in your character's absence from them). So while it kind of sucks to do things this way, I had no choice here. There should be room on the campus quad of Tiarest University to set the Blood Oath down to pick up Drake should y'all wish.
     
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  8. MandoA101

    MandoA101 Jedi Padawan star 1

    Registered:
    Oct 2, 2016
    IC: Drake

    Drake drifted down, parachute deployed, all the while cursing. He had not been shot down too far above the surface, so the trip down wasn't to long. He had seen the incoming beacon, and ejected from the craft after realizing he could do nothing to stop it. The blown apart pieces dropped near the river that ran though parts of the air terminal, landing with splashes and thumps that he winced at. Echoes of sirens wailed through the city, probably firefighters.

    He landed, and saw the ship where the other Mandos were on hovering, probably going into some sort of shield activation. He saw movement on it, but it was to far for him to quite make out the details. The missile most likely came from a sort of defense system on the planet, and that must mean cops were coming. he saw he had landed on a university campus, a large open space with a sizable landing pad. he was exposed, and couldn't stay for long.

    Drake just hoped they would hurry over and pick him up.

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