Log:False Deities: Socorro Smuggling

Clan Duras is starting to make a name for itself but in all the wrong ways.

OOC Date: May 28, 2020
Location: Socorro
Participants: Karys as GM, Sumi Kora, Jayla Shane, Hadrix Kora, Kirioth Kora, Narsai Ordo, Terek Rosol, Rathe Versiano

Socorro's busy streets are filled with all sorts of business and not only just the over the counter kind. The cacophony of voices lifts about the area and travels rather far to create a living din to the area. There is laughter and some brisk disagreements about painted all overshadowed by the plethora of scents and colors. A few quick hand offs might hint at seedier undertones but its done so quickly that the lax officials that wander with the regulars appear not to notice. Or perhaps they are also the ones taking quick hand offs of payments before turning away and starting a different loop.

It is here that the rumored fake Alor of the Clan Duras has set up some of his business. Business that is questionable by Mandalorian standards. Further rumors pain the figure as a fraud, claiming the title of Mandalore either by their own voice or others who support them. It paints the Mandalorians in a dishonorable light even for hired mercenaries.

Something or someone here should shed some further light. Or so the information that has been gathered thus far indicates.

Karys is in her Skyripper armor but the left arm is missing. The suit beneath has been carefully tailored and her guns are strapped to her left hip for a cross draw from her right hand. As they step into the active marketplace she speaks up. <"No sign of anything thus far that might point to these...mandalorians.">

<"Hey.. you there, spacer."> Sumi points at some random spacer, aggressively walking forward a bit. <"Are you Mand'alor? No.. what you? You?"> Sumi, they're not even wearing armor.

She departs the small gathering obtaining nothing valuable but their ire and heavy stares as she walked further down the street, swaggering slightly. <<"Yeah.. those people didn't know nothing.">> Sumi adds on, thumbing back at the trio she just left. Onto the bigger crowd it seems, and the heart of this smuggler heavy city.

Jayla Shane walks along with the others, in full Dreadfinder armor, running the helmet's sensor suite in background. <I'm gonna go out on a limb here, but we should probably look for people in beskar. Or at least wearing armor.> It's the Trader's first run with the Clans, but definitely not her first time in armor. Or carrying guns. For the moment, all of her gear is as discreet as possible under the cloak, with just the sniper rifle slung across her back.

<"Copy, Ruus'Alor - ready with those boar-stickers."> catching sight of Sumi and her form of interrogation with a slight grin within his helmet before he works his way among the crowd. <<"Gripper">> <<"On it.">> the droid disconnects from his back, floating over Hadrix's shoulder and scanning the area, <<"Increased pulse, two o'clock.">> <<"Copy. Thanks.">> The big man comes to stand before a stall, right branch of his helm pulsing red as his vocalizer engages, <"So-called clan of Mando's in the area..."> No questioning tone... his helmet being lifted enough for him to put a stump cigarra in the corner of his mouth and light it with the flame of the plasma caster being pulled from his hip - disappearing as the helm comes back down and seals. "I am not knowing these people..." the near human blinks and smoke puffs from the helmet filters. "Him... They're in armor... piecemeal... saw them around him." <"Obliged."> the coruscanti accent doing nothing for the liquid growl of the predator's voice, even as Hadrix starts to where he was pointed.

Roth stands out in the all white armor and she is used to it by now. She stops to talk to someone though, asking about the so called Mandalorians that are around. Well, the others, not the Kora's. The Twi'lek that gets talkative earns a dip of her head as she tells her information, <Many thanks.> the Arkanian states. <<Apparently the so called Mandalorians are dealing in spice here and act like pirates more than Mandalorians...which isn't surprising for me.>> she states over the internal comms to the group. <<They are trying to make a name for themselves.>> she adds.

Narsai was here, the Alor of Clan Ordo having come along. It was one thing to claim the title of Mandalore, or be proclaimed it by those that follow you as her brother once had, but such a role had often been claimed by warlords on Mandalore and beyond, vicious people whom some of which Narsai had faced down herself in the past. The invitation from allies to assist with removing some vicious pretender? How could she refuse?

Stepping along in her red-plated armor, the woman wasn't speaking much, instead her gaze swept around beneath her T-Visor. Searching, but letting others do the questioning.

It seems that Terek is not as intimidating as he would like, despite the Mandalorian armor he wears. Maybe next time he should bring out his gun instead of just trying to stand around and look menacing.

As the shopkeeper offers him some of her services, he blinks, realizing that he's probably not going to get anything out of her at the moment. He shakes his helmeted head, "Ah, no thank you. Not at the moment. Just...Observing, is all." He says, before turning away after a moment of pause. Maybe he'll have better luck at a different stall, or perhaps with a different tactic. He reminds himself that not everyone is easily intimidated, especially those who have lived on worlds like this their whole lives.

A figure in a set of Mythikar Starman Armor follows relatively close to Karys. Helmet already in place, the Tracker shouldered, there is a vibroblade mounted in its sheath to the armor of his left calf, a medpac strapped to right thigh. Approaching the group as they gather and move, there is a pause in his step and his head turns to one side. A few steps catches him up in time to turn gaze upon Sumi questioning the non-armored crowd. His helmet crackles. <"Just overheard two dirtballs talking about a Clan Duras. They're looking for arms. Took up a hangar here somewhere. No further information.">

Karys is most definitely not a people person and a one armed Mando is best as look out so she merely keeps her eyes peeled, gaze narrowing behind her double T-visor when Rathe cackles and supplies his information. Standing more central to get a better look her head swivels to follow each as they offer bits of information like bits to a puzzle that slowly come together. <"Clan Duras..so that means they are attempting to claim being Mandalorian at the least, but ..are they allowed to handle spice?"> Her voice modulates through her helmet.

Terek's shopowner is talking to her next customer and making a motion after him. "A pity, he would look good with different colored fur." But the conversation moves on and though their bits and piecs about the clan are starting to come together there is still some pieces missing. Socorro's wagging tongues should provide what is needed in short order.

It is the questions and inquiries that catch the attention of a figure that slips away.

Sumi isn't a social person, unless you considered her attendance at strip clubs to be social outings. What she is good at is spotting questionable sorts, especially those who react in a manner that might prompt suspicion. One such individual, who Sumi noticed watching them intently, suddenly moved toward a nearby cantina with a purpose. A PURPOSE, I SAY.

<"Hey!"> Sumi says over the crowd, chicken-winging the buttstock of her rifle while drawing out her freehand to present a wrist gauntlet device. She fires a cable, and miraculously, parts the crowd enough to snag the fleeing suspicious man in the foot, spilling him over. Sumi triggers the retracting spool, drawing the cable tight with a snap, and yanked him back toward her. <"Just where do you think you're going? I haven't spoken with you yet..">

<I'm not an armor expert, but I'm seeing bits and pieces of Beskar here and there. But they're not wearing it properly, and it's mixed in with other armor.> Jayla offers into her comm set. <Might even be fake, for all I know. Hang on.> She continues walking, then adds a moment later. <Somebody is definitely running spice. They're heading into the tavern now for pay-...> Then Sumi captures someone with a cable. So much for discretion

Thank the stars for those stumpy cigarras. Puffing away within his helm and letting his suit filters keep it out of his eye - leaving the Massive Mandalorian with a trail whisping out behind him. There's a moment... Sword. Hadrix's head tilts and the one on Starman armor is given a distinctly long look before his attention is to where Sumi is shooting - flame rifle up and hating when he sees her real him in.

<<"I need Karys to modify my wrist blaster.">> <<"Sometime this century.">> <<"Shut up.">> Hadrix grumps and moves to stand alongside his Alor, cape hanging like a shadow from the nexu-fur mantle collaring his suit. Quite the picture there while he speaks over private comms - but abstaining from interfering with Sumi's work, just a big scary mando... with a plasma caster.

Roth continues to speak with the others over comms, her eyes and HUD system are looking over things as they go and that's when she notices that brief tick of someone being in too much of a hurry to look normal. <<That's a bingo.>> she states. <<Tavern has some shady looking movement. Going to check it us.>> she states. Then the Flying Merc is doing what she does best, flying off to get into some shit. The alabaster Mando settles down next to the door and then opens it as she's greeted by faces turning her way, <<I'm here for the special. Everyone says it's to die for.>> she states in her vocoded tone.

<<"Subtle,">> Narsai laughs, watching the retracting line that Sumi brings the prisoner hurtling back with. Being half the size of Hadrix and half as armed as Sumi, the more petite Mandalorian bends down, leaning over the man who'd tried to escape and tilting her head. <<"You're going to tell her everything she wants to know...>>

<<I've got movement towards the starport, heading for intercept.>>

Two guys making for the starport. Terek frowns under his helmet and moves after them, igniting his own jetpack to catch up and, with any luck, get in front of them. If he can cut off their escape, he'll probably be able to keep them from escaping into the crowds at the starport.

Sailing through the air, the cathar hunter twists in midair and lands in front of the two, smoothing sliding his blaster out of the holster and leveling it in their direction, "You boys look like you're in a hurry, maybe you should hang out for a few."

<"We are as subtle as a rampaging wampa wearing a vest of beeping thermal detonators."> Rathe sounds amused, more than accusatory. In the same moment of speaking he's slipped the Tracker into his hands and clicked off the safety to scan for threats, and possibly convince people to go about their business. Motion catches his eye, running that is not directly from them. <"Over the-"> Rocketpacks cut him off as others leap to handle it. here is a brief helmet bob, and he goes right back to watching their backs.

Things are starting to get spread thin with one mandalorian launching towardes the tavern causing passing civilians to duck and another soon following after two others. Terek lands in front of the two and they are without their blasters out, causing them to skid to a halt. "KRIFF IT!" Guns are being pulled. Their armor is pieced together and looks nothing like Beskar but one has knee armor and another has a chest plate that was likely a mandalorian's at one point but most decidedly does not anymore. Roth will find much the same inside the bar save that three figures look up from a corner table to see the full bedecked mandalorian. One pushes back and starts to rise, grasping for his gun to pull it from his hip. "Get out!" Is declared sharply at her figure as the others are a little slower but following suit.

The one that lays prone on the ground overlooked by the five others gets an eyefull of a smoking Hadrix and and several helmets that alone does not seem to be so inclined to free him. Its the fact he's already shaking on the ground below them. Narsai gets a blank look, but his eyes glaze. "Right, right..course.." he's already bleeding from the road rash he got from behing hauled in. "Whatever anyone wants to know.." he gives a greasy smile in an attempt to appease them and his hands stay far away from his gun.

Karys glances about then, pulling her gun free of her belt. There is a murmur going around the crowd now as Kora and associates have drawn attention. Business is being interrupted.

Sumi is unaware that drek is quickly getting heated around her because HER attention is on Jack. <"Good man."> Sumi says after he was made to obey Narsai's command, Sumi completely oblivious to the fact that Alor Ordo has sprinkled a bit of extra compliance sauce upon her words. The response from Jack had earned a smile, nonetheless, and Sumi recalled the cable with a flick of her wrist before offering her arm to pull the man up to his feet.

<"We'll move from the crowd and speak once we're clear."> She says, after grunting to pull him up. A brief glance is shared between Hadrix and Narsai before Sumi nods, a gesture of quiet thanks for their support.

Taking Jack by his underarm, her thumb at the pressure point for painful compliance, Sumi leads him out of the crowd to a space nearby for questioning!

Jayla Shane heads for the tavern as well, after Roth, drawing a carbine out from under her cloak. No flying for her, she covers the distance the old-fashioned way: on foot, and rapidly. At least as rapidly as the crowd will allow. <Got your back, Roth. Watch the guy just going inside. He's here to get paid.> She almost adds 'and don't do anything obvious', but it's probably too late for that with *this* pack of heavily-armed invaders.

Then one bedecked Mando in the bar becomes two.

Too much time spent around sorcerers and sorceresses... The way Narsai speaks has him wondering, but there's no evidence for certain. Not without having any ability himself. Only curious suspicions. The T-visor moves to her red plates for a moment an a bow of his head is aimed to her before he gets to flank posture with the small Mandalorian in blue.

With Sumi leading off her prisoner, Hadrix makes to follow her - give her backup and apparently Terek as well as their path is towards him. The one drawing the gun is looked at, plasma rifle raised slightly and his head shakes.

Roth's figure stands still as she watches the three go for guns and there's a soft sigh that escapes her helm, <<First of all, that's the rudest greeting I've ever encountered. Secondly..>>" she trails off as she draws both of her swords, <<Never bring a gun to a sword fight.>> she grins behind the visor. <<His payment will probably be pain. Hope that's what he came here for.>> the Arkanian tells Jayla over the comms. Then her attention is back on the men in front of her, <<Now, do you want to talk or do you want to bleed?>> she asks them.

Nil further signs of suspected sorcery from Narsai, she moves to follow, a drop of her hand to her blaster pistol at her hip. Not drawn, but within reach to do so.

<<"We've secured a person of interest,>> she keys over the comlink to the rest of the team, <<"Seemed awfully keen to run.">>

Of course, for the moment the Alor Ordo was blissfully unaware of the excitement the others had found themselves in!

Terek already has his weapon drawn, but sees one of the guys moving to draw his own, "Don't do it!" He orders, though it seems his words fall on deaf ears. The guy intends to draw, so Terek feels that he needs to take the first action.

He moves forward a step and kicks his right foot out, knocking the weapon out of the guy's hand before he has a chance to fully bring it to bear, and then levels his blaster at the other man, the one who may still have a weapon.

"Hands up, now. Both of you." He motions with his blaster at them, "Last warning. Choose to live."

<"Why is it so many things I am on go pear-shaped?"> Rathe mutters without realizing he's left his vox on. He's starting to walk backwards behind Hadrix to take up the rear. Carbine held in hands at the ready in case things deteriorate further. While trying to maintain a professional watching of the backsides, he is attracted to a shiny. <"Apparently you've knocked credits out of him. Maybe do it again?">

Karys remains with the others though glances up to see Terek dealing with two ruffians though at this distance she can not exactly see why them. She missed their running from the tavern towards the starport which the group is now approaching. Their informant in tow thanks to Sumi and her wrist cord. Her blaster remains down at her side as she gives the sniveling man a brief glance with a turn of her helmeted head. He looks like he needs a bath and his hair has slicked back into place. His eye twitches as she glances up to Sumi and even through her helmet his body odor becomes palpable. It feels like it lives with her now and likely won't go away for weeks. <"We taking him to the ship?"> Karys asks as she steps ahead as if to help Terek who has mystically disarmed one and left the other speechless. The one not disarmed actually laughs but poor Rick. His gun now in Terek's possession thinks better of it and turns to run, leaving Ally alone with the armored Cathar. "Kriffing drek!" This is screamed after him as she lifts her blaster to take aim at Terek

Now for Jayla and Roth. The talk is cut short as the guy watches the mandalorian and mutiply to be two. He chuckles at her, "You are cute." He remarks and as she draws her blade, he huffs out as he squeezes off a round right at her and chuckles. "Well it seems to be the other way around. Should not have brought a sword to a blaster fight." The other two start to take aim."

The sound of a commotion within the cantina draws Sumi's curious gaze from the safe space she's planted their person of interest. Rather than voice her concern over the open vox, Sumi just nods in the direction she'd seen Jayla and Roth go.

Her attention returns to Jack, and with the intensity of a T-visor stare, she offers Jack his own reflection. <"We have come seeking those who would call themselves Mandalorians. In particular, the one who calls himself Mand'alor. Speak what you know of them."> Sumi demands, her hand resting on her belt while her other still holds the rifle by its pistol-grip, the buttstock trapped beneath her arm.

Jayla Shane walks into the tavern shortly after Roth, carbine leveled and the safety off. She is still learning about honor, but she knows to leave the first shooter for Roth. As HER kill. There's no hesitation as she squeezes off a pair of shots, one at each of the others who are drawing blasters. Cray takes a shot to the chest, but the other goes wide. <We've got three live shooters in the tavern. Scratch that. Maybe just two.>

Nu'veman'Mando'ade. A mouthful just to say 'Imposter'; but it's as complex language at times as it is practical at others. The old rage flares and his externals aren't turned off in time by Gripper for the liquid rumble to be contained. A sound like a beast rather than a man.

Sumi saves the one who's running. Ultimately. Hadrix spots her nod and lets her speak as he bites a tab for comms,

<<"Roth, Jayla. Status, need backup?">> It's a common tone for the man for those used to him over comms, growling and wet voiced as if he were practically foaming at the mouth. Anger is bubbling over, ready to be focused like a beam... like a beam from the old Death Star maybe.

Roth grunts and takes the blaster shot that's been fired at her, <<The level of disrespect.>> the woman shakes her head. The bone white Mandalorian takes a direct approach to getting to her enemies. The recently vacated table in front of her is used as a launch pad of sorts. But that's blood that's running down the front of her armor and whatever energy that Roth was holding for the attack was slowly seeping out. <<STAY STILL!>> she bellows. Probably loud enough to be heard out the door.

Great minds think alike...or at least, clearly some warriors do. With Sumi asking questions and Jayla calling active threats, Narsai doesn't wait for a comlink response. Instead there's a glance back to Hadrix's question and already she was priming her jetpack.

<<"On it!">>

Then she was away, zooming across the space and touching down at the mouth of the cantina full of blaster fire. A quick sweep of her eyes behind her visor, the armored woman simply strolls in, draws her W-35 and fires two swift shots into 'Trig', blasting him off his feet almost casually. <<"Everyone alright?>>

Vibrosword bolted to armor. Snark. Medpac. Rathe without intending may as well have put up a neon sign for Hadrix. There is a hesitation in his step at hearing his name. <"Heard you needed a good combat medic. I'm here to audition."> His helmeted head turns towards the taven and the sound of blasting and whiffing blades. A fractional turn of the head to look at Hadrix, Sumi, and then the interrogation subject. "<"Speaking of which, you got this. Sounds like I'm more likely to earn my keep over there. Bounding."> The helmet turns back to the tavern and the rest of him follows. He does not navigate his way as smoothly as he normally would have. This includes at least two collisions, and many yells of protests. He's clearly lost a step. Stim abuse is bad, kids.

"You mean ...the leader of Clan Duras?" There is a wide eyed tick of his eyes back and forth as Jack shivers and watches two of the figures head off to the tavern. He chews at his cheek as he hears the blaster shots going off and those out in the street with Terek nearby have scattered, giving the Cathar mandalorian enough room as his target gets hit and staggers back. Her chest smoking she gasps and looks up at him, trying to get off a shot while all th ewhile Hadrix, Sumi and Karys remain to escort Jack Uhl towards the spaceport. He is forced to keep moving as he becomes something near dead weight. "He ain't here..but you are finding his people."

More shots fire and two of Wann's friends fall to either of side and he hesitrates. But there is a glimmer of stubborness as his blaster lifts. He might not be the best aim or maybe its the adrenaline and nerves but he begins firing. Its an attempt to be quick but his heavy pistol misses Roth as count them, FOUR mandalorians stare him down before he takes a step back.

"You pieces of drek!" he declares loudly.

<"Where is the leader of Clan Duras?"> Sumi asks, shoving Jack forward. When he reveals that the actual Mandalorians are finding his people, the ancient hunter smirks. <"I know. And today they'll taste what true Mando'ade grit is. Their first instinct was to run? Ours is to track down weak prey."> Blaster fire punctuates this statement and Sumi chuckles. <"..and we are good at it."> A cursory glance is paid to Karys, an appreciative nod issued, thankful that the gunslinger remained with Sumi, and her acquisition. A look to Hadrix, but Sumi adds nothing else. He possessed the agency to take command and help where he saw fit. Sumi did not belittle this freedom by giving a command. She just focused on their person of interest, leading him away.

Jayla Shane steps up to Wann, ignoring the fact that he's still holding a blaster. She keeps her carbine leveled as the smoke clears in the tavern. She speaks through the helmet filters to him. <We have everyone from Clan Duras disarmed and trussed. At least the survivors. Right now, outside, they are telling us what we want to know. Put the blaster down or don't. We've got what we need already. But if your story agrees with theirs, you're much more likely to walk away from this.> Not exactly a promise, but hey. Better than three on one odds.

<<"Any survivors, capture and bring them with us. Collect any of their gear. No one goes back to tell them what we wanted in full detail.">> Hadrix shakes his head to clear it while Sumi takes the one away. <<"Roth when you're patched up, I'll need you for tracking. Terek, you're with her.">> Calm. Deep breathes. Mnemonic triggers.

<<"Jayla, if I recall you're a tracker of other sorts. We need any eyes and ears you know looking - on this planet or where they may be traveling. Wide net.">> If only Zee was in top form... <<"Rathe, if you're with us - we're going to need your interrogative medical skills.">> A realization then coming next, <<"Karys keep working your contacts on this, point me where to go, I may need to get out the old power armor and play pirate - Alor'Ordo... Can we request your particular talents?">> like getting back on a speederbike.

Roth growls when there's a call for prisoners and this dickweed has been mocking her the whole fight. She presses the Thunderer into his groin, "I'll blow your bits off later if you don't tell them EXACTLY what they want to know. And if you think I'm adorable now wait until you get a load of the rest." she states. With that, she steps back and leaves the others to get him. Because with the sudden want to actually shoot the guy she didn't need to have him in her care. She heads for Terek to do scouting.

With blasters stilled, Narsai's own was smoothly holstered. She hadn't been answered, but it was pretty easy to see most were fine...and at this point Narsai was almost more used to seeing Roth injured than not. With a breath exhaled and none of her own clan or the Revivers present to command, instead the woman nods her head and leaves the prisoners to the others as she turns for the door.

<<"Of course ner vod, I'll be there.">>

Terek takes a shot to the chest, growling in pain. At least this time it was only one. He really doesn't want to kill this lady, even though she PROBABLY deserves it. He slides his pistol into his holster and reaches behind his back, pulling out the stun baton. He thrusts it forward and it deploys, and he spins it around as hes teps into an attack stance.

"Stay down!" The sparking stun baton is swung as he advances on Ally, smashing it against her head and sending her to the ground. He managed to not kill her, despite the fact that he very well could have with that blow. He stops and lowers the weapon, and then puts it away, kneeling down to restrain her.

<<"Copy. Patch Roth, and whoever else as needed. Heal holes to make new ones in interrogation subjects later. Can do.">> Rathe has finally arrived at the tavern. A tap to disengage the helmet filters for a second. <"Now. which one of you is Roth?> A sniff can be heard. <"Burnt armor. Vaporized organics. Aha. You!"> Rathe tucks away the Tracker one his back, and one-hands items out from the Medpac. <"No you don't. Stop right there so I can do my job so you can do your job."> He's crossing paths with her, and ideally she is not getting stabbity in return. <<"While I prep this one, was anyone else hit? I'm not a Jedi, I don't read minds.">> He gets to work ignoring protests, and is not above jabbing harder than needed for malicious compliance.

Terek takes a shot to the chest, growling in pain. At least this time it was only one. He really doesn't want to kill this lady, even though she PROBABLY deserves it. He slides his pistol into his holster and reaches behind his back, pulling out the stun baton. He thrusts it forward and it deploys, and he spins it around as hes teps into an attack stance.

"Stay down!" The sparking stun baton is swung as he advances on Ally, smashing it against her head and sending her to the ground. He managed to not kill her, despite the fact that he very well could have with that blow. He stops and lowers the weapon, and then puts it away, kneeling down to restrain her.