Your opinion is not necessarily mine; Your opinion is not fact; Your opinion is not absolute. Your opinion is a perspective.
*The thug is looking around, half panicking and confused.
"I don... I don't know anything.." He manages to mutter.*
Nunes walks down a hall while whistling cheerfully. He enters a room filled with monitors and a few security guards. Many of the screens where dedicated to monitoring the rich and powerful on Iego, especially other politicians.
"Whats the status on our Mandalorian friend who has been asking around for me. Did group two take care of it yet?" He ask one of the security personal.
"Uhm, no sir. He escaped on his ship before the second team had a chance to shoot it." the man nervously replies.
"What do you mean they didn't shoot!? All they had to do was follow the Mandalorian once he escaped, to his ship and open fire on it. I payed good money for those rocket launchers!" He says, as he starts to get a little red headed.
"Sorry sir, but the team reports it was cloaked and that it all happened so very fast they didn't have a chance to do anything."
"Don't make excuses for them. Just because it is cloaked doesn't mean it isn't there. All they had to do was aim at where the Mandalorian seemingly disappears, pull the trigger and watch the fireworks! Incompetent fools." Nunes sighs and thinks for a moment. "Ahh well, I guess it is my fault for bothering with theatrics and fake assassination attempts. First off, get some screens up from my hidden cameras in the office building and get the Red Moon on the comm. I'm calling in a favor..."
At the office building, Ori'verda would soon hear a rolling sound from both in front and behind him, and the sound of them deploying and raising shields. In the silence the distinct clacking sounds of their fleet on the floor filled the air.*
*The hooded man chuckles lightly. "Well that certainly was entertaining! Although I had hoped for something that lasted a bit longer. And for that friend of yours to join in of course. But I guess he is probably out to find me by other means." He says as he lowers the hood and reveals his face.
"I'm sure he'll find what he is looking for though. Anyway, no time for fun these days I'm afraid. I have an election to win!" He says and chuckles lightly once more.
"Oh, and before I forget. Welcome to Iego! Sadly I may have strapped myself with a bomb as you can see. Hope you've had a pleasant stay!" He says with a large grin on his face which disappears as the figure turns out to be a droid with a poison gas device attacked to it, and the hologram projecting Golrin Nunes shuts down.
Outside the establishment, a warning sign had been out up. - WARNING. GAS LEAKAGE. -
The timer counts down from 5...4..
*Before long, a group of of Red Moon thugs enters the establishment where the Mandalorian is located. Among them a man in a hooded cloak, hiding his face. People in the bar senses what is happening and clears out surprisingly fast. Almost like it was something they'd practiced or done many times.
The hooded man sits down on a chair in the middle of the room. The Red Moon thugs give him a look for a sign of permission, and as the man nods slightly one of the thugs shout; "Grap'im boys!" and they run towards the Mandalorian.*
I miss this guy :(
*Accompanied by the dog like animal, Malan walked out of the castle and continued down to his Starfighter. Lucky had it prepped and ready. The creature stopped some distance away from the starfighter and Malan climbed in, entered new co-ordinates into the Nav-computer and returned to Federation space.*
*Malan was not sure if he was relieved or disappointed. No matter, it was not his concern. As the mandalorian offered him back the case he refused,
"Keep it, one day it may yet interest you, for the thing about chaos, it is beholden to no one and may one day set foot upon Mandalore. But then again, I'll leave the dull philosophies to old men and the Jedi.
So long Mandalorian, and thank you for your time.
Oh, and since you and I have some unresolved issues, lets hope we do not meet a third time shall we" Malan says, as he prepares to leave.*
"Let me start over then.
The Nexus Enclave was created in the shadow of the Cold War by a group of people coming together from many different factions and species from all over the galaxy. They had all come to the conclusion that what was needed in the galaxy, was not another Republic or Empire, but an Organisation working in the shadows to preserve Civilization and hold Chaos at bay in times of conflict, be it war or politics.
It has many purposes and missions, you, just as myself, will only belongs to a very small part of that. You would become an operative to help the Order maintain a certain amount of influence within the various factions and be at disposal for any operations that may take place in whatever section of the galaxy you may be in.
As for the greater good, that is my term, how I myself define my own role inside the organization. The official goal of the organisation is as I've said, to maintain order. This galaxy have been in almost constant for a century or more, engulfed in chaos.
I hope this clarifies the subject for you. I cannot tell you anymore for that is all I know. As you can imagine, the Enclave is not privy to share its secrets. As with me, you will only know that which they believe you need to know."
Malan takes another sip of his drink.*
*"Inside the box, you'll find information and instructions regarding a recruitment into the Nexus Enclave. You have probably heard of it before. And just for the sake of getting it out of the way, no, it is not a terrorist organization. Merely a faction interesting on maintaining a certain degree of order in the galaxy.
This box that you have been given, is a one time offer only and with it comes no entitlements or promises. Only serving what this order considers part of the greater good. The oaths that you are required to take are very committing and breaking them means a termination of the contract.
Also, it should be noted that at times you can be asked to act against the Mandalorian people, even your own clan. To sum it up, this is a choice between that which you have fought for your whole life, which you to some extend may continue to do, or stepping up and fight for the whole galaxy and the sentients that live in it whenever the order calls. Be it Mandalorian, Federation, Imperial or Hutt."
Malan paused and took a sip of his drink. He had no idea what it was, but it wasn't as bad as he thought.*
"If it isn't to much trouble, I'd like that."
What an ugly animal he thought to himself as he saw the pet and tried to ignore the smell.
From inside his coat he now took the package that he'd taken with him, he unpacked it and revealed a black metal case with a series of engravings on it and a symbol. The symbol representing the Nexus Enclave, with the phrase; "Knowledge is power" below it. The case was sealed with a DNA and voice recognition lock.
Malan placed it on the table front of Ori'verda.*
OOC: Fyi, already told Ori, but everyone else might know as well. I really don't like others taking away narrative control from my own character, at least without asking. Anyway, moving on.
*As he spotted Ori'verda on the balcony he stood still and studied the Mandalorian for a moment and then spoke out loud; "Greetings Mandalorian, I presume you are the one named Ori'verda? I have come a long way to speak with you. If you can spare some of your time that is."
He wasn't usually so polite, but his orders were VERY specific. Whoever gave him the orders probably knew of his "Gungan mouth", as his father would say... Now there's a man he hadn't even been thinking of for a long time. Before the Mandalorian would notice,he put the thought to rest and silently awaited an answer.*
I'm glad I can serve as your inspiration xD
Truly a dream of mine. :P
Didn't you technically lose? xD
What's up Milos? Did you really just dismantle the Hegemony? xD
Yes. My turn
Have you always been an *******?
My personal character was never in the event, so I shouldn't be given any. Carry on ;)
*As they have come far enough away from the scene the Thane shuttles split in different directions and out of the traffic, no longer needing the cover of traffic and still cloaked disappear into the city.*
OOC: I doubt Buzz droids knows civilian vehicles apart from enemy vehicles. No IFF. Poor civilians xD
*The two remaining shuttles cloak as the last squad is on board a thane, leaving moments before the Howler gunships arrive and mingling with civilian traffic as much as possible to avoid any attempt at detection.
Just as the Howler gunships cross the roof, the bomb in the hall below detonates in a large explosion, providing further distraction and pause for the escaping Thanes, from both gunships and Shock Troopers.*
OOC: OP Dragon much?
*The Thane that the Dragon have attached it too deploy fares in its face in order to break off while diverting full power to the engines. The second Thane easily avoids the fire and now targets the Dragons wings, littering it with holes.
The Rangers activate their Jetpacks and fly to a point in the sky where there is seemingly nothing until the third Thane uncloaks and takes them on board. However one of the Ranger squads is staying on the roof, where they open fire at the Dragons eyes.
T'Rani is nowhere to be seen*
OOC: Just FYI, I think its big of me going with this (Dragon). xD
*As the Dragon breaks through the skylight, two Thane shuttles decloak above and open fire directly down with turrets and half a dozen missiles hit the dragon, engulfing it and Ori'Verda in flames.
"As you wish, T'Rani mumbles to herself."
All over the room, many of the delegates had been killed trying to get out. The Shock Troopers elsewhere in the building was caught of guard by the automated defenses and slowed down the closed blastdoors. Outside the main door into the Assembly Hall, the Shock Troopers got ambushed by the third Ranger team, who joined up with the others.*
*If T'Rani was surprised about the Manda'lors presence, no one could see anyway because of her helmet.
"Why am I here? Have you looked around you and seen your fellow delegates and representatives? It's quite pathetic. We have truly fallen low as a people. Since when does the Mandalorian people cater to the masses, the weak and the desperate. We rule through strength, not charades!"
She paused for moment and then continued.
"But enough talk" She made a nod to the other Rangers and they started herding the delegates into one end of the hall, the one opposite of the door out. Near the delegates they placed a large device with a timer on it, set to 5 minutes. As they were doing this they dropped several bags of durasteel swords and moved away.
"If anyone here wants to make it out alive, they'll have to fight their way out."
T'Rani moved in front of Ori'Verda, her Rangers behind her all with drawn blades. "I myself challenge you to a duel, by our old ways, you have chose a weapon... Manda'lor" She said, the last word as it gave her a sour taste in her mouth.*
Well, not THAT much have happend. Me and Ori did the Ruusan event, but other than that nothing really.
*On Mandalore, T'Rani was sitting in the back of a Thane shuttle with four other rangers. Two shuttles of the same type, each with a group of Rangers as well had just passed through the security perimeter. The benefit of being a Ranger had always been that no one asked any questions and no one stood in the way.
Up ahead was the Hegemony Assembly Hall and a meeting was taking place. Hundreds if not more officials from all over was gathered in order to decide... well... something. These days no one really knows what is going on in these meeting. Its not like these representatives have any real power in the Hegemony anyway.
The shuttles sat down on a platform nearby, all the Rangers now cloaked and exited the shuttles, heading for the large building and the shuttles took off again. They had to go get something while the rangers were moving into position. 15 minutes later, the Intercom crackles a little and a voice whispers
"T'Rani, we are in position. Group 2 have taken the security room and disabled communications to the outside. Shall we proceed?"
"Yes, its time to begin. Lock the doors to the main hall and trigger the alarm. Give it 30 seconds the trigger the automated defenses, have them target everything that moves and then lock all blastdoors throughout the building"
As the alarm began, T'Rani decloaked inside the Assembly room along with the two squads she brought in with her. The immediately dispatched any guards in the room. It was time to begin*
Arrest this man!
Well, I thank you kind sir for putting the Danish Frogmen on the list xD
*Was the Mandalorian serious? Hmph. Who cares. He filled the one glass with water and the other with Bonadan Whisky, the latter he himself drank in one swoop.
"The man you are looking for maybe out of your reach, if we are talking about the same person here at least. Then again, how many Mandalorian deserters join the Federation eh?" He said as he chuckled over a joke that only on old war veteran like himself understood
"But if I were you, your best guess would be the Embassy District. That's where people with diplomatic immunity lives anyway, working for the Federation or not."
He poured another drink for himself and then continued, this time speaking a little louder.
"Good luck Mandalorian in getting your friend, he doesn't belong here....". The Cantina fell silent as most were now starring at the Mandalorian in silence.
"Oh, and that's 3 Credits for the water."*
Come to Denmark, I'll even buy you a beer or two.
*The bartender studies the Mandalorian for a moment then picks two small glasses and places them on the table. "Whats your poison Mandalorian? Can't have a discussion with a dry throat."
OOC: Hope you don't mind ;)