Log:Mandalorians: Warehouse, There House

Mandalorians raid a Tionese clearing house to find The Collection.

OOC Date: June 16, 2022
Location: Tion 1
Participants: Sumi Kora, Valeska Kora, Hahtavi Kora, Narsai Ordo, Nix and Hadrix Kora as GM Mandalorians, Clan Kora, Mandalorian Revivers

Information extracted from Fato Rodio lead to the Tion Cluster where revolt and rioting had lent to a problem with security with so much of the security on the three moons being forced to hunt dissidents, put down riots or fighting off attempts by upset citizenry to overthrow local government.

A perfect opportunity that allowed craft piloted by Mandalorians to make landfall on Tion One.

<<"We can play it hard or we can play it 'sneaky', if it's going to be hard we'll need to crash the doors right off the bat and make for their main office. Get to their datacores, pull the drives and go, because Tionese security will be headed here expecting it to be revolters...">

The location: the Collector's primary clearing house, where their choice pieces are delivered for purchase and transport to wherever it is that the fancier of far flung treasures keeps their private museum. A great stone block edifice festooned with busts and bas reliefs showing happy workers toiling for the benefit of the common good.

<<"Sneaky means we'll have to see if we can grease some palms and talk our way in...">> Hadrix's smirk audible, <<"But I think I know how we'll go.">>

Guards patrol the perimeter and obvious pairs maintain positions at the entrances to the facility where the location is said to be found in the databases of the clearing house. The numbers inside? Unknown. But these are high-price goods and so called 'high society' types that employ the keepers of this clearing house, so security likely spares little expense.

<<"Did Sumi put on pants for this one?">> The question is posed by Valeska who is patting herself down and realizing that... yup. She is still out of ammunition. Helmeted head looks this way and that to see if anyone has noticed this oversight and after a quick, internal debate the crimson-painted Mando has offered to say absolutely NOTHING about it. Hum dee dum.

<<"If Sumi put on pants, we're going in loud, yeah?">> Smooth. Just like damn butter, this warrior woman who is always on top of things and forever prepared for all scenarios. She takes a grenade and tucks it into the pouch where her SoroSuub powercells /should/ be. Boom jams.

Listening to the briefing, Hahtavi laughs, "Sumi doesn't /do/ sneaky. Good luck with that. I'm good either way though I don't like to pay bribes, myself." It amuses him. Haht puts his bucket on and pulls his rifle to clip it to the front of his tactical rig. Then he just goes ahead and unfastens the tiny maglock on his grenade satchel. Yep.

Over their coms, Hahtavi adds, <<"Just be careful if we don't want to also blow up the drek we are supposed to be here to recover."> If somehow it ends up that they will do the stealthy and bribe thing then he can always put his rifle back. Whatever way it goes, he'll roll with it. A quiet smirk behind his helmet's visor for Valeska's comment about Sumi's pants.

Armed and ready, Narsai was along for the ride. A little chuckle on her lips and she moved up, her own blaster resting in her thigh holster while she checks the bracer on her left arm and then keys her mic in regards to Valeska's comment. <<"I dunno, things can get pretty loud without them too...">> she jests before moving up into position, peering out at the guards. <<On your lead Clan Kora, I'll move to support however I can, but Hahtavi is right, we'll need to watch our fire in there.>>

Sumi embodied the antithesis of anything sneaky, so her Mandos spoke truly when asking if Sumi intended to deploy with them. Perhaps it was a soldier's way of always doing things the hard way? Sumi preferred to earn victory through war, as many Mandos believed that war was a part of their religion.

She has no comments to add to the strategy, they're already committed to the path, so she just readies her weapons and withdraws the Song Blade of Dargul, its metallic blade singing as she held it to her side.

<"I'm looking forward to this.">

Nix lifts a brow slowly and takes a deep breath trying her best to focus on what the Kora's want to do. <<"No bribes.">> The metallic female voices comes through the suit. She moves up beside Valeska and grumbles a little. She turns her visor to peak at Sumi and check to see whether she is wearing pants or not. She shrugs and returns his visor to looking forward.

The woman takes a few steps forward and brings her scope up to try to see anything more, like traps or other things she was more used to. Her eyes narrow and she puts the gun down and looks at the scope. She tries her best to stealthily take the cap off her scope.

<<"Better watch the ions, on that note.">> chuckling, Hadrix leans around cover to look towards the entrance closest to them, helmet lifted momentarily and a stumpy stub of a cigarra is spit out with who knows how much collected smoke billowing from underneath. Helmet filters had to have been put through their paces today.

<<"Guess we didn't get all dressed up for nothin'...">>

The evening street has pedestrians and light traffic, enough for those who dislike collateral damage to be concerned. A group of well-to-do teenage debutants laughing and spending their parents money on a night out passing before the door - one of them waggling fingers and cat calling to the security forces who do their best to keep their cool.

<<"Deploy, get in, won't be hard to see where the offices are in a place like this.">> left hand drawing the automatic pistol from a low slung hip holster and his right arm thrusting up with a ratchetting sound preceding the gurgle of fuel lines loading in his vambrace.

Miracle of miracles! Valeska finds one more powercell in a pocket at her hip. As she slaps it into her carbine, she nudges Hadrix knowingly with her elbow. A quick little 'thank ya' mixed with 'can't get anything past you, yeah?' So much said with just one little prod. Her tracker sings a merry little tune: the slow drone of eeeEeeEeeEEEE that rapidly grows in pitch as particles are superheated and ready to fire. It's going to be a good day.

To Nix at her side, Valeska offers a nod and a quick clap on her shoulder. <<"Just like last time, yeah? Without the closing doors and the massive dudes with rifles. Let's light it!">> She rolls around the corner and bursts into a run right towards the door, opening fire on the security detail that are trying oh-so hard to be professionals.

To his credit, the first one dies like a champ when two red beams rip into his squishy body.

People moving around in the street can learn to GTFO and find cover fast when the shooting starts. All the same, Hahtavi positions himself and waits for a clear line of sight on the doors. He can see Valeska moving in to kick the pigs and get the show started. Her older 'brother' is ready to back her up.

As soon as she starts shooting, Haht's Galaar is coming up and he's moving for the door. Val picks one and he guns for the other, dropping the poor unsuspecting sercurity dude who surely wasn't being paid enough for this job. Osik no. Make you feel bad for'm and wonder if they have a family at home.

Not for long. Hahtavi keeps on moving and smashes his shoulder /hard/ into the door to see if he can bust it open. If he bounces off? Well, he can try other things like hacking the door. Turns out though the brute method works just fine and he's heading inside! In an instant the doorway is wide open for everyone else too.

Pew, Pew, Crunch. Guards are down and the door is open, Narsai's form takes off at a run and slides through the open door, slender form passing Hahtavi with a flash of metal as her Beskad is drawn in a smooth motion. Two swift cuts follow, cutting down one of the enforcers before he can really process the small Mandalorian blur coming their way and she follows on, swinging a strike that doesn't quite catch her next target. Well, security certainly knew they were here now!

Sumi brings up the tail-end of the team, crossing the distance more quickly than some might have anticipated her capable of; that does not mean she is out of breath, though. Upon making it inside, past the threshold, she pauses to 'get her bearings', but her shoulders heaving indicate more honestly what she's doing. Deep breathes are taken in, huffed, and sweat beads along her brow beneath that helmet. There's bad guys in here, but they can wait.. for now.

<"Ugh..">

Nix huffs quietly to Valeska before lightly tapping the other woman's back. Then Valeska is off and she watches the other shred the poor dude. She lifts her rifle up and aims for a moment and then just shoots. The slug goes wide and she growls which vibrates through her helmet. She rushes and leaps running after the rest of the group, rifle up ready to smack someone with it.

It's the kind of place you'd expect some face melting artifact of unimaginable power. Secured by top people.

Top. People.

Ordered rows and columns of transport crates create the landscape of what would otherwise be a giant empty room with only pillars supporting the ceiling and well maintained duracrete floors. With one of their number downed, the heavier armored and force-pike wielding guards moving on the intruding mandalorians in a gutsy show of courage. Or maybe phenomenal amounts of crazy.

"Who the hell are they?" one voice shouts out, tightly controlled panic washing through their tone. A heavy set Cathar in a striped suit stands on a balcony midway between floor and a structure suspended from the ceiling; lacking the bare bones industrial appearance if the sight through the windows overlooking are checked. Wood paneling, warm lighting. Hissing and turning to begin sprinting up stairs as fast as his feline legs can take him.

A trio of shots ringing out, Hadrix running at Sumi's side with arm extended and firing through the doorway with only enough luck to strike a shoulder wound on one of the more standard issue guards. <<"You been doin' PT, Sumi?">> shuffling to the side to narrow his, considerable, profile against a crate stack.

Inside the facility, it is crates and cargo for as far as the eye can see. Droids hauling and mooks pushing, Valeska skids to a stop to quickly survey the area. Not seeing their destinations immediately, her easily-distracted self instead locks on a Cathar hovering above them then making his way up the stairs. <<"Who the heck is that--- hey, don't run!">> Sure, she could've tried to jetpack up there. Intercept the tubby feline and ask some questions.

She could have, but that's not how Valeska's brain works. Her instinct is shoot first, ask questions later. That's exactly what she does. Two more twin shots knocks the tubby tabby off his legs -- both of them shot -- and he takes a tumble back down the stairs.

Into the large chamber their boots take them, pounding in through the columns. Hahtavi sees heavily armored figures in addition to the normal security and he abutts a shoulder up against one of those columns for whatever cover it may provide. It's also useful to help steady his rifle with his arm to brace against it as he pops off shots.

One red bolt leaps forth from his Galaar and just barely misses one of the big meatheads. But the second bolt nails him and there's a loud CRASH as armor hits the duracrete floor. The sound echoes in the chamber as they open up.

In reply to the shouted question, Haht's vocoder kicks in. Usually silent in combat, he answers, <"We are bad news, di'kut."> A quick glance up at Val's pointing out the Cathar, <<"Sumi'll get him.">> Or nevermind as Valeska drops him.

A rushing of black and red, Narsai moves forwards as Valeska calls out the cat in the suit. Probably a boss or someone important, not that it was their objective...but one never knew. Still, no chase needed as Valeska shoots him down and so Narsai's sword lashes out, slicing smoothly through one more muscled mook as they continue cutting their way toward their objective.

<"A bit.."> Sumi answers, ducking under an attack from one of the guards, or hired muscle. When she straightens, the weapon held at her side comes to life, slashing harshly across their chest with a sharp whistling song from the blade. <"Watch this.."> She bids the guard, tossing the sword to go end over end above his head. He looks up out of reflex, even though he was in no threat of being hit by the whistling sword, and Sumi levels her vambrace to fire. The resulting shot transforms their head into a bursting mess. <"Made you.."> Still out of breath. <"..look.">

The sword is collected and Sumi moves to the next opponent.

Nix keeps rushing forward and lifts the rifle to shoot at the muscle and it just doesn't do anything. The slug bounces off a wall somewhere and another deep vibrating growl. The little one is getting frustrated. She watches everyone seeming to have better luck bringing people down so she slows to a walk and lifts her arms up. In Basic, "Shoot me!" Then to Mando'a <<"You (insert long list of expletives)">> She growls as she now rushes towards one of the muscles.

Bodies falling, including the suited Cathar, and the clearing house is a dichotomy of lessening bodies but increasing smoke from cartridge discharges and vaporized blood and tissue. Somewhere above, in a stairwell, a trio of sentients in light armor and carrying small arms look to one another as one voice after another silences on comms.

"You go." "Rekk that, you go." "Go farkle yourself, I'm not going down there!" the first two then looking to the quiet third who is shaking while tapping a code into their commlink, shaking their head to clear sweat from her eyes. "Hold on, hold on... I'm working on it." "Well work faster!" the nikto at the front of their little procession hisses.

Still, down below, in the crate stacks the pike wielders sweep and circle, trying to find angles on Sumi and Narsai - one jabbing and the other slashing in overextended assaults on those moving in melee range - watching the one blasted skidding to a halt in one of those corridors made by shipping containers.

All amid the firefight, Hadrix putting a slug into the hip of one of the pike-wielders and giving a nod to Sumi and Narsai - his second shot going wide and the trail of flames from his vambrace find nothing but inanimate objects. Setting them alight and adding more black smoke to the growing haze.

Thumpata thumpata thumpata. Down goes the Cathar. And down... and down. It's almost comical how much the feline's mass can gain momentum. Like a ragdoll slinky. Mesmerized for a spell, Valeska then taps Nix's helmet and points up. <<"You got this, yeah? Scream if ya need somethin'.">> Her jetpacek screams to life and Valeska takes to the air, flying upwards and passing the Cathar as he continues to roly-poly his way downwards under finally coming to a spot in a mangled mess of limbs.

Atop, Valeska alights in front of a door that opens up into a hallway. <<"Hey, I think I found our location, yeah? Someone with techskills might want to head up here cause if you're leavin' it to me, I might come back with the caff-maker instead.">>

Moving up from the column he'd briefly used for cover, Hahtavi moves out through the large chamber seeking targets. Another one shows itself and Haht gets hit in the chestplate. Sparks and flash off of his armor, jostling him, but the Galaar comes back on track and fires a bolt that squares that one right up! The body hits the floor.

More shots are criss crossing the chamber as the Mandos advance, zipping past Hahtavi this way and that. His own second shot, aimed for a new target, cleanly misses as that one leaps behind a column and uses it for cover.

A quick check on Nix's status himself as Haht keeps moving, <<"If you get hurt bad, or need assistance, sing out!>>" She seems to be doing all right so far but Haht remembers what it was like when he was newly tagging along on Kora ops!

Things can get intense, fast.

Not using her jetpack, Narsai was in a tangle of blades and forcepikes making perhaps slower progress than she'd like. Still, as she cuts down another foe she looks up towards Valeska's call. She was a mechanic, not a Slicer...best to leave that job to someone else!

As a wounded man finds their way to Sumi, she attacks out of opportunity, cutting them down with one swipe that cut off their movement and knocked them off their feet. They had enough time to sit up when Sumi slammed the singing sword through their chest in a final action to rob them of life. She draws the blade out and lifts her vambrace, firing into another passing security contractor!

Nix feels her leg get shot and she clenches her little fists in anger. She gets tapped on the head by Valeska and nods before watching her launch up. Then Hahtavi says she can holler and she grunts towards him. So the little one stops her left leg hard to get a little feeling into it before she marches towards the one who shot her and hit's them with one of her slugs. "Do it again!" Her accented basic is getting much better! She pounds her chest with her gun and snarls angrily towards the one she just shot.

Pike guards downed, the the quiet between shots grows. The rifle armed security now all that stand on the ground, firing in staggard barrage at the mandalorians, the freshly injured thrown back against a container and forced to scoot back on their backside to try and get to some form of cover.

"WHERE THE HELL IS EVERYONE?"

<<"Gripper, go.">> Hadrix's growling and the ID10 droid is up off his back, flying across the storage house at her top speed, robot limbs tucked up tight to her frame on her way to assist Valeska. His right arm sweeping again with the chugging gurgle of accelerants pressurizing and one of those who'd been grazed by blasterfire earlier is sent screaming and flailing with their body engulfed in flames - providing cover for his left hand to take meat out of the side of their fellow, leaving none uninjured now.

The short hall past the door Valeska has accessed leads to several desks with transparisteel partitions between them, service systems before a singular office of larger space, more grand desk, and full suite of equipment arrayed within its clear walls and door. "Just need to yank the drive, Valeska. Not like you have to slice its codes." the droid's posh voice synthesized with a touch of scathing humor in it.

• • • Meanwhile, up in the stairwells to the roof and out of sight ***

"I got it! I got it!" a green icon illuminates her face and the bothan and nikto huddling with her all pump fists and retreat back up the stairs, where it's safe.

• • • Back Below ***

A grinding whine emits from the center of the room and a crashing like a massive book being tipped over. Ground vibrating footsteps follow and a curious dialect of droidspeech that sounds specifically unique. A figure standing four meters tall appears around one of the corners and begins rumbling down the 'hall' of crates. One arm a massive sprayer array with quad pilot lights engaging and the left arm carrying a massive riot shield.

With Gripper floating alongside her, Valeska navigates the hallway cautiously; rifle up and ready for any retaliation. Any security up here. Any more chonk cats. Coming across none of those, the duo make their way towards the impressive-looking desk. <"Gripper. How long have you known me? You say 'just yank the drive' and seem to forget the time I tried to set the nanowave to thaw. Remember the /smell?/ Oh, right, you don't have a nose. Well, remember the /smoke?/">

Valeska is staring down a trio of things that look like drives. They're blinking where they should be blinking. Grinding where they should be grinding. Look at all them wires coming out of them, too. That looks very important. <"Just yank the drive, she says."> Mutter mutter.

Speaking of wires, it smells like some of them might be burning inside Valeska's helmet as she tries to suss out which one is /the/ drive. This process is interrupted by a great disturbance shaking the building. <"Whoop! No more time! Eenie meenie miney ALL OF THEM!"> A fistful of wires are yanked so hard every techie within a five block radius suddenly gets a chill down their spine. <<"I got them!">> Them? <<"Headin' back! You guys okay?">>

The smell of burning meat and screaming sets the tone as Hadrix flames one of the Private Security personnel. Hahtavi is about to fire off his jetpack and head up to assist Valeska when he sees Hadrix sending Gripper, <<"If you need me up there, let me know and I'll come.">> Otherwise he can assist with buying time and keeping people occupied down here.

And then the super droid appears. <<"Osik.">>

Keeping his cool, Haht reaches a hand back into his satchel and pulls out a grenade. He activates it and calls, <<"CRYO OUT!">> and then throws it! Unfortunately, as it hits and goes off, the big droid's shield energy eats the grenade blast for breakfast. It wasn't a very good throw anyway but man, that was impressive - in the droid's favor, not Hahtavi's!

Well, that's a little problem. Flamethrowers and sharp bits of metal weren't likely to work all that well here!

Depressing the release on her gauntlet, the concealed weapon in her left bracer springs to her hand, a beskar hilt coming to life with a harmony of brilliant plasma while she lifts the weapon.

It was made for foes with lightsabers, time to see if it lived up to its reputation!

Sumi moves after this incinerator droid, firing a laser that has no effect on approach. The same can be said for the sword as it clangs ineffectively against the armor. Despite the failure of harming the automaton, Sumi laughs. <"Finally, something of a challenge!"> She is urged backward by the attack, and raises her cape in case it's incinerating flames! Her cape was intended to repel the flames, but she'd never put it to the test!

The private security seem to drop and she moves forward glances at what's happening. She lifts her gun up and shots and she's not surprised that she doesn't hit. She lowers her rifle and stands there quietly watching the other Kora's work away at the droid. She hears that Valeska has the thing and she stands waiting for her sister to come back down, silently with her gun at her side.

"I don't know why he even sent me... you could have done this." Gripper mutters and shakes before turning to the sounds coming from down below, "I'm perfectly fine with it though..." lifting slightly higher to look out the windows. "Yeesh."

The riot shield carried by the massive droid crackles, frost formed fissuring and falling away. Turning with the massive slab of metal held to fend off more strikes while laser and edged steel leave carbon scoring or strikes sparks off of its frame. More of the warbling droidspeak issuing from its vocalizer with all of the concussive force of a pile-driver slamming into stone.

Slugs flatten against hardened plates and a claw-toe stabilizer foot smashes up artificial stones in a shower to rain down around Sumi. Both hands on his pistol, trying to stabilize and find a weak point, Hadrix grumbles, <<"Val, status? We've a situation."> The private security guards wounded, and burnt? They've taken the opportunity to run like hell.

The nozzle of the right arm comes around, glowing bright in its depths and a gout of sickly green flame erupts to sweep across the arc immediately to its front.

One by one, the three drives are shoved into the safe haven of a leather pouch that rests just above the round of her arse. That lovely crook at the small of her back that often doesn't get shot because she's often not running away. Usually. <"It's called moral support, Gripper. A rather nice gesture on his part, yeah? That or he's getting impatient.">

Returning from the hallway and seeing the beast of a droid awaiting them, Valeska sighs heavily. <"And I can see why. C'mon, Gripper!"> As if the hovering droid needs to be told. Valeska leaps over the railing and engages her jetpack, nailing the droid in his big, clunky head with a powerful blast of her tracker. <<"I got the drives, yeah? And I see you've got a situation. Suggesting we make a hasty retreat the way we came, Commander. You all right, Chief?">>

Another grenade is thrown - this time an ion, but that damn droid is just too fast with that shield and Hahtavi can't chuck a grenade around it fast enough. The ion grenade detonates but doesn't seem to do any harm, having bounced off of the shield first.

<<"I think maybe if Valeska has the goods, we should exfil and just leave the droid here. Local government security forces are going to be showing up pretty soon.">> Seems he and Valeska agree - and Hahtavi sees Sumi take a super solid hit that he's glad wasn't aimed for himself. Haht moves his shebs to get a column between himself and the droid for what cover that might provide.

Narsai surged into the mix in the wake of the ion blast, weaving along with Sumi as she attempts to pincer and attack each time the droid's defense is away from her. Twisting under the swing of the flamer her weapon leaves a scorch of plasma-heated metal, but the heavy shield comes in and sends her back before any followup hit can be landed.

Sumi catching the brunt of those flames brings pause...but only for a moment as the other Alor was clearly still standing!

Sumi is waylaid by the droid when it launches an assault that utilizes several stones. While they are stopped by her armor, the concussive force was not, and Sumi goes down pretty hard. At first, it seems like the old warrior will not rise again, but she does. Slow and steady, she permits the droid to handle the other threats around it before she springs forward to connect vital hits along its armor. Each slash creates sparks, and the laser bolt she fires off buries deep inside its chassis. <"The droid is not long for this world!"> Sumi declares, though she's not ignored Valeska or Hahtavi. <"I am good.. we can start looking for a way out!"> Answering both while sliding to one side and raising her song blade in defense. A nod to Narsai in thanks for her quick thinking, and she rejoins the fight, batting away its arm with a loud CLANG.

Nix's eyes widen when someone brings out a giant light stick and she watches the lightsaber move. Then Sumi is using a sword and she lifts her rifle back up and just stares down the barrel gaining a little confidence. Perhaps she could hit something... maybe she could shoot this thing. There is a low metallic growl coming from somewhere in the Kora's ears before something else rings out and the slug hits the droid hard and the growl turns into a little grumble. Satiated. She shakes her head a little and readies another shot, looking down the scope as her eyes narrow a little.

A rattling series of cranking gears turns the droid's head when Valeska takes her shot, optics glowing brighter and a stream of warbling yet somehow threatening droidspeech is emitted, a momentary action before the massive droid hunkers back to take the ion blast on its shield. Crackling blue lightning arcing across the surface. It's enough to give it pause. Too much so when lightsaber cuts deep. Forcing the droid to step back, swinging to point the incineration cannon towards the crimson armored Alor'Ordo.

"I'm just glad he sent me up where it wasn't. Accidental or not." Gripper mutters, claws holding onto Val's plates and going for a ride, watching over her shoulder.

Only to be struck again and again by singing blade and concentrated plasma beam making it step back, bracing with its shield moved and distressed duranium plating shows a fault.

<<"Good shot.">> Hadrix's voice, the heavy pistol leveled again. The first shot striking left of the fissure opened up by Nix before the pistol speaks again, belching flame from the cartridge and sending the slug into the already damaged innards of the machine - slamming into primary motivator controls, making its legs wobble and collapse beneath its weight like a puppet with strings cut.

<<"Hahtavi has the right of it. Equipment secured. Woor'Tra, we need an exit.">> the ship that had been flying near moving down the streets, the ithorian at the helm keeping it from scraping buildings, somehow, and the twi'lek in the ventral turret blowing open a section of the wall.

<<"We're here. Exfil.">> Pheegus's translator collar making speech of his warbling lows. The chariot awaits with the stolen goods.

Remaining airborne and thus keeping their precious cargo well out of the reach of any flying blaster bolts and ion surges, Valeska sways this way and that when the droid temporarily gets its glowing red sights on her. <"We're in agreement there,"> she concedes to Gripper as the droid afixes herself to Valeska's plates. <"Looks like things are well in hand and--">

BOOM! Part of the outer wall is blown in with expert timing, accompanied by the Woor'tra crew offering a welcome. <"There's our exit!"> Jetpack flares to life and Valeska -- drives and droid in two -- makes to leave this place and back onto her home away from home.