Rabble Rouser (act 1)

[Talau the Ever-Lurking]

((okay crap post comin’ right up…but her muse is rusty soooo yeah. >_> Feel free to start yourselves wherever, I just chose the Star because I didn’t have any better ideas at the moment. *shrug* Ghost Star II link ))

Desert…

More desert…

Even more desert…

…and a lizard person…thing.

This is just great. Thought I was gonna be on this by myself or with Dar…but no. Flyboy up and vanishes and I get stuck with lizard-man. Huffing a sigh, the short auburn powered down the Star. Well, really it was the Ghost Star II, wasn’t it? Standing, she stretched a bit and groaned as she bent backward to work out her back, the leather of her belt groaning with her just slightly. The familiar clatter of her hair beads as they slipped behind her shoulder again only served to remind her that there was still unfinished business from her time on Dxun. It wasn’t a comfortable thought, especially with Daryn running around Mandan-knows-where. Emerald colored eyes gazed out the front viewport at the sprawling city beyond, and the desert surrounding it, the heat already rising up in shimmering waves. And ta think it’s still before noon local time…sheesh.

Leather combat boots echoed down the short hall just before she scurried up the ladder to the upper level of the ship, then back to her cabin, calling to her companion along the way. ”Oi, vod, mhi olar. Ca’nara slana.” * She didn’t know quite where the bulky…whatever he was…was, but it didn’t really matter when her voice carried through the whole ship. Not that it was a big ship that needed it, but she was used to shouting around the original Star…and she had been a good sized armed freighter. Big. Obviously her voice had needed to be big enough to get along even part of the length of her. In this new, smaller, space the volume of it made even her wince slightly as she stepped through her door.

Grabbing her typical gear from the new ‘typical places’ around her cabin, she made sure her blaster was strapped well to her thigh, that she had an extra charge pack for her blaster, that her daggers were sheathed well at the back of her belt and that all her other (less noticeable) goodies were still in her belt…or got there. Stepping back out of her room, she hoped Thel would be at the landing ramp (silly, irritating, thing though it was so far). Pulling those three strands of beads back over her shoulder again, Lia slid down the ladder to the lower deck and tromped down the steps toward the landing ramp at the very bottom of the ship, one palm slapping the button to lower it.

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* “Oi, brother, we’re here. Time to go.”

[Jazen]

The gentle hum of the ship's engines filled the space around the massive being sitting in the Ghost's galley.....a somewhat rhythmic tone that would have put a lesser being to sleep. But not Thel. The giant being of muscle and grit had too much to think about, too much to consider, too much to work on, to sleep now. Four mandibles clacked together, a foot rapped against the steel floor beneath him while massive hands polished and tinkered with the hunk of metal that was his helmet. He'd brought both of them with him; the helmet with the T-shaped visor that all Mando's had and the more open one that allowed his rather intimidating features to show. The T-visor one though, rested soundly in his pack. They were here to a task...a task that would be easier if his face wasn't hidden behind the more intimidating mask of the Mando.

Snorting a huff, Thel picked the helmet from the table and turned it over in his hands a few times. Spotless. Clacking his teeth together once again, he turned the helmet over, considering it for a moment along with several other thoughts. Why he was here, who he was here with, what had brought him to getting this task. All simple answers that could be deepened in meaning. For now, he focused on the basic details. He was here because a task had been handed down to him and his comrade to raise the people of Ordo. His comrade...a fellow Mando'a brother(or would that be sister), had been given the chore of raising those people and due to Thel's both poor and amazing timing, he had been sent as well. As a second more or less...and an unspoken bodyguard. The female had not seemed pleased with his company and Thel wasn't jumping through hoops at the thought either, but the task had been given. And he would see it completed.

A soft lurch shook Thel from his musing. Glancing up at the metal hold around him, Thel clacked his mouth again, a low grumble echoing from his throat. They had landed. The time had come. Laying his helmet upon its rightful place atop his cranium, the lizard like being quickly began checking and double checking his equipment. He was already wearing most of his armor, minus some places so he didn't stand out too much. He had robes yes...but for now, he felt better wearing something of steel and not cloth. A blaster sat at his hip, his Ra'bratos, his honor sword, firmly rested across the small of his back. Daggers in his boots and a small bag at his waist which held several extra power packs completed his gear; he had heavier equipment in his ready bag, but for now, it would stay aboard the Star.

A voice echoed throughout the ship as he finished checking his gear. He snorted, loudly enough that it echoed throughout the ship in return. An acknowledging grunt. With his gear ready, he made his way through the craft's narrow hallways(at least the roof was a little higher, though he still had to duck down a little) towards where the ship's landing ramp rested. He waited, in silence, for the woman Lia to join him there, stretching and flexing the many muscles that made up his body. He could feel the heat of the planet even from here; this would be a rather "pleasant" trip. Footsteps caught his attention and he turned his neck to watch as Lia made her way over to extend the ramp. A nod of acknowledgment he gave to her before he glanced to the lowered ramp...and the shimmering heat that blasted into them.

"Hmmm, perhaps I should have worn something lighter. I heard the planet was hot....but reports are always weak compared to first hand experience. This will be....fun.

Lead the way vod Lia. I figure you know more what to do here then I." His snout twitched as it responded to dry heat that assaulted it and he took a small step back to allow Lia to lead the way. Once she did, he would respectively fall into step behind her, squinting as the sun hit his eyes. Yes...this would a most interesting trip indeed.

[Apillis]

It had been awhile since Shannon had left the Tenacity and actually done a bit of recruiting. Once upon a time during her small stint as a gun-for-hire recruiting whom she could into clan Bralor was the last time she had actually done so. When she caught wind of a mission for aiding the militia to bolster its activities and bring them into the fold, she saw it as an opportunity as to personally help increase the Mandalorian naval personnel. More a stragetist and pilot at heart than warrior, one thing she understood well with the current situation of the Mandalorian navy, is they have ships... but not enough bodies to fill them. For further invasions, Shannon saw this as a dire problem that needed to be rectified immediately. She hoped other personnel of the Mandalorian naval ranks was doing as she was during the opportune moments, and seeking to personally recruit and bring into the fold able bodies to fill the voids within the Mandalorian naval ranks, otherwise -- they are going to have problems in the times ahead.

Taking her jet-pack with her from what was usually stored within her fighter, she chose to have along for this mission, because -- well... one never knows, and Shannon only ever carried light weaponry as it was; thus would not be too encumbered by its presence nonetheless. There was something about traveling in another's vessel other than her own that Shannon never exactly felt comfortable with, it always felt like intruding within someone elses home right in front of them. The sense of being a perpetual house guest is another way to put it, and Shannon never exactly cared for it -- because in a way it was being beholden to another, something she cared for even less.

The entire trip she kept quiet and to herself for the most part, these Spec Ops folks of the Mandalorian forces Shannon did exactly fraternize with, in a way it was little different from the xenophobic tendencies between varying military branches. The navy more inclined to be with other naval personnel, the army being more inclined to be among other soldiers, and the special operations folks more inclined to being among their own. In a sense, it was like natural cliques forming, and Shannon was not part of the lizards or the other womans -- she was of her own; which she was content with -- technically it was not even her mission really, she was more than anything else merely tagging along and lending a hand along the way.

Stepping out of the freighter after lizard and the woman he followed behind, Shannon stepped out of the ship as well after having slung her jet-pack onto her sholder. She glanced about the desert though her helm, something she seldom removed. The long grey kama that reaches just above the ankle waved and flapped in the desert winds, serving more like a memorial flag to Seyra than anything else as she wore it, as the natural hard stare of her blue eyes washed over the arid landscape. She had never been to Ordo, but she was taught much about from her parents before she became of age while still under her father's tutelage. Even without having been taught the resoning she could understand well why the Mandalorians would settle here. The heat of the planet was harsh and unforgiving, and seemingly bereft of life as desert always guise themselves to be until one is blindsided by its cruel realities. The planet itself is a testing ground for the strong.

With that hard gaze of those blue eyes hers, Shannon cracked a small smile of amusement under her helm. Her armor was light, and designed more closely by herself to dually serve as flight suit and light combat suit. The lizard's words about wearing something lighter than the overly hulking usual Mandalorian combat armor, Shannon smirked but it faded as she remarked with her thick Mando'ade accent that always seemed to exclaim her native born heritage upon Mandalore itself, "It's a proving ground... Goin' in... heavy armored... sure... be more protected, but... heat tires you quicker -- dehydrates you faster... Light armor, less fatigue for just wearing it...", she then shrugged flippantly, "But... naturally less protected... Then again... a decent shot from a blaster is a shot from a blaster... hits the right spot... doesn't matter what kind of armor you're wearing. You're dead anyway."

Slipping her other armor under the other shoulder of the jet-pack, Shannon fastened and clipped it onto her light armor and herself. She then gave the Spec Ops folks a nod signifying she was ready to carry on as well.

[Talau the Ever-Lurking]

okay, gonna just start this over people. Sorry for the confusion....just gonna have her go solo and if you want to meet her there feel free.