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Post by Jensen Vizsla on Jan 20, 2011 23:56:23 GMT -5
Located deep in the mountainous wastelands of Concord Dawn, Adenn Alor Daala's base sits in an area that was once filled with many active Beskar mines. The heavily industrialized area provides shelter for Daala's base which is comprised of old manufacturered modular beskar shelters. Two old Rendili StarDrive light corvettes flank the rear of the main module structure and barracks, each with their own maintenance/refuel station, while hidden sniper traps in old mountain tunnels cover the area. The 250 Mandalorians who inhabit the base are under the leadership of Adenn Alor Daala, Warlord and Protector of Concord Dawn. Daala is ruthless, Daala is merciless, Daala is everything an Mandalorian can be and more. He is proven in combat and as a leader of men; his soldiers would die for their leader. |
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Post by Jensen Vizsla on Jan 21, 2011 0:14:13 GMT -5
Jensen pulls the Vassal out of hyperspace in orbit of Concord Dawn; he waits for the right time and pulls his ship into the planet's atmosphere like a bat going back to hell. His timing for re-entry was purposeful, it brought him into the right area over the planet, it got him to the Wastes faster. The Wastes seem to envelop the ship as Jensen brings the ship down to the deck, below radar, to sneak up on his old friend and former instructor. As the Vassal soars through the Wastes and Jensen seems lost. "You picking up anything over there Whilsen?"
"Nothing on the sensors, for the fourth time, meatbag." says Whilsen irreverently.
"Hey PJ, tell me again why the old man moved out here?" Jensen says looking over to ParJai as the ship continues rocketing through Dar'yaim.
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Post by Parjai Daala on Jan 21, 2011 0:28:36 GMT -5
PJ, holds on the safety harness, "He moved here because the view is to die for!" bucking around in the seat, she looks at the base and smiles, "They know nothing! When the old dirty piece of o'sik figures out it is us, it will be too late!" Seeing that no one is alerted, she wishes this landing would be better.
A pall falls over her. Knowing what needs to be done, she looks at Jensen. "Follwo my lead, you know the usual drill with ba'buir."
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Post by Jensen Vizsla on Jan 21, 2011 0:57:59 GMT -5
"Oh yeah, you talk to him, he's less likely to kill you than me anyways." Jensen says as he pilots the ship further into the Wastes. Jensen hears a beep coming from the sensors and is immediately interested. "What have you got over there, Whilsen?"
"A mountainous formation with an apparent sinkhole ahead, meatbag."
"Good to hear, hopefully its his..." Jensen says hoping this would be the place to find ParJai's ba'buir, Adenn Alor Daala. Jensen eases back on the thrusters an sets the Vassal down with remarkable easiness considering the speed of his initial approach. He sets the ship down right at the edge of the sinkhole and looks down into the hole to see if it's Daala's camp, and it is, he begins to unbuckle himself from his seat. "Look at that; first try without directions! Score one for male pilots."
Stepping out from his seat and heading back towards the ramp, Jensen checks his gear, and his chaingun, locking it into place on his shoulder and smiles as he thinks about seeing the Old Man again. "Now comes the real test, do we walk out alive or not... I got fifty credits on alive."
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Post by Parjai Daala on Jan 21, 2011 1:15:01 GMT -5
PJ undoes her safety harness, and looks at Jensen with out any emotion on her face. "One hundred creds says we make it there and back alive!" Grabbing her beskad, she slides it into the back harness, her DE-10 blaster pistol, is slid into it's holster, and the Mandalorian assault rifle is slung over her right shoulder. Taking her buy'ce from the kama, she slides it on and activates the HUD. "I say we greet the troops!"
They walks down the ramp together and she knows there is at least twenty five weapons drawn on them. "Jensen, you forgot to get call ahead seating didn't you?"
One of ba'buir's toadies runs up to them wringing his hands. "ParJai, what do we owe the honor of your visit?" "That would be something I will discuss with ba'buir!" Shoving the man out of their way, she and Jensen keep walking towards the main building. Murmurs can be heard through the com system in her buy'ce. "Is it her?" "She is with WHO?" They keep walking to the main doors.
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Post by Jensen Vizsla on Jan 21, 2011 11:00:03 GMT -5
"Scu'uy guys... gals... thing with tentacles..." Jensen greets with a smile hidden behind the T visor of his buy'ce. Jensen can see a few old Vod off in the distance he knew from way back when but everyone else's faces look different, maybe all the people he remembers is inside the main building. Getting the same com traffic ParJai, and seeing the two guards outside the main doors, Jensen takes a few quick steps and gets close enough to whisper to her. "This should be a real kick in the pants, huh?"
"Halt!" one of the guards says as he and the other guard cross their blaster rifles. Jensen smiles, nods and leans over to ParJai with a chuckle. "When did the old man start using personal guards?"
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Post by Parjai Daala on Jan 21, 2011 16:07:46 GMT -5
"It will be a kick, but I don't think the pants count." Focusing her attention on the guard, she smiles under her buy'ce, "ParJai Daala. Alor is my ba'buir." The two guards look at each other and the toadie runs up, shoving the men out of the way, "Fools, MOVE!" The little slime ball slams open the doors, and PJ takes off her buy'ce to looks at the men. Their demeanor changes when they see the real her. Walking into the building, they head to the main visiting room. Adenn is conferring with his advisors. "Well ad'ika, welcome home." He never turns to look at her. Standing a good ten feet from him, she looks at the man who taught to fight, live, and to be so cold.
"Ba'buir, we have come to visit." her expression never changes, as he turns to look at her. His gray hair and beard have grown out slightly, and his one good eye that is working, looks at her and Jensen. "OHHHHHHH o'sik, clear the room!" The advisors leave and Adenn walks towards then both.
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Post by Jensen Vizsla on Jan 21, 2011 19:32:05 GMT -5
Looking over to ParJai from behind the concealment of his T-visor, he figures he'll do as advised and follow ParJai's lead. Watching the old man apporach, Jensen keeps calm and stands at attention as the old man draws nearer.
"You two are a sight for a sore eye..." Adenn says as steps closer. "...especially you, Jensen."
Jensen, playing true to his demeanor, can't help but crack one off. "You know that's a lie, I'm always easy on the eyes."
"No doubt you are sporting that winning smile of yours Jensen. Take your helmet off so I can look at you." Adenn requests, Jensen does so without much prodding. Adenn, at the sight of Jensen's face, shudders in disgust. "Just as I feared, darasuum besom, you're still to pretty for a Vod. Come here you scum sucking barrel of gundark swill."
And with that vulgarly warm greeting, Adenn moves in and gives two of his favorite soldiers a warm embrace. Jensen looks over at ParJar and cracks a grin, "He must be smoking the blue leaf again..."
"Ah ha, nonsense, I missed both of you." Adenn says with a scary sincerity. "After the two of you left, I had no one to yell at or laugh with."
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Post by Parjai Daala on Jan 21, 2011 19:38:19 GMT -5
Being involved in the galaxies most awkward hug, PJ almost vomits. Stepping back she looks at her ba'buir in his one eye. "So you wanted me to see you." Playing the com, she looks at him and never gives him the satisfaction of knowing how much he has hurt her in the past, or the lessons he taught her.
Tossing the com away, she crosses her arms in front of her. "I have business I need to get done ba'buir, and you called me here for what reason."
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Post by Jensen Vizsla on Jan 21, 2011 20:01:02 GMT -5
"A job of course, you are one of the best trackers and I need someone with a nose for this sort of job." Adenn confesses.
"What kind of job?" Jensen asks quickly.
"How does it concern you, Jensen?" Adenn asks inquisitively with a strange look on his face.
"PJ and I are business partners."
"Excuse me, you're what?
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Post by Parjai Daala on Jan 21, 2011 20:05:59 GMT -5
B~U~S~I~N~E~S~S PARTNERS Ba'buir! That would mean, we do things fifty fifty!" Her eyes roll and she walks around her ba'buir.
"There is something to be said for at least trusting a vod. Unlike you where you can't trust anything."
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Post by Jensen Vizsla on Jan 21, 2011 20:23:37 GMT -5
"You're back in town for a few days and you two are already business partners?" Adenn asks in disbelief.
"That would be so, old man." Jensen says with a smile. "I can tell you that we'll be more than willing to consider your offer for a job though. We might even be nice and do it for half price...maybe."
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Post by Parjai Daala on Jan 21, 2011 20:28:45 GMT -5
"Half price my shebs! Buir taught me well, never half price anyone, even family!" Leaning onto her ba'buirs back she places her hands on his shoulders, and whispers in his right ear. "Ba'buir, Jensen and I are also thinking of talking the words!" Winks at Jensen, PJ walks over to him and slips her right hand into his left one. Never breaking eye contact with her ba'buir, she blinks and gives the innocent look.
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Post by Jensen Vizsla on Jan 22, 2011 15:18:28 GMT -5
"You wha..." The old man begins to say before seeing the innocent look in ParJai's and begins to laugh. "You almost had me going there for a second."
"Actually Ba'buir, she's not lying." Jensen says just as convincing as ParJai, that's when the old man's demeanor starts to change and that smile and laugh is replaced by a grimace and a low growl."
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Post by Parjai Daala on Jan 22, 2011 15:59:13 GMT -5
Keeping her grip with Jensen's PJ looks at her ba'buir. "Yes, we are not lying. He asked me when we where in bed last night. I guess you don't get your wish Alor. The Vizsla and the Daala clans will finally be united. Buir would be so proud of us." Turning and looking at Jensen, she kisses his lips softy, almost as a punctuation mark on the subject. Their parents wanted them married years ago to keep the lines pure, but her ba'buir had other ideas for the two of them.
Braking the kiss, she cups Jensen's face and looks at ba'buir.
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Post by Jensen Vizsla on Jan 22, 2011 16:53:02 GMT -5
Jensen at this point is doing his best to go along with ParJai, he can see the look on the old man's face grow stark and gravely pissed. The kiss ParJai softly plants on Jensen's lips is a shocker to say the least, even more so to Ba'duir who's one eye is twitching. Jensen knows that the old man's blood is probably boiling, given the knowledge that he shared with ParJai at her apartment. "Yeah... we know you wouldn't mind, given our mutual past and such. So, might I give my new granpa a hug?"
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Post by Parjai Daala on Jan 22, 2011 16:59:30 GMT -5
Letting go of Jensen's hand, she hugs her ba'buir. "Darling I would hug him, you know how family is important to ba'buir!" Stepping away from her grandfather, she smiles at him. "Alor, you know how it goes. Sometimes, the galaxy can't do what you want it to do. No matter how much you try to manipulate it."
Watching the coming and goings of the staff behind the glass walls, she grins to herself because knows all this is being recorded for Alor's posterity.
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Post by Jensen Vizsla on Jan 22, 2011 17:35:50 GMT -5
Just as the blood rushes from the old man's body to his head, Jensen realizes what ParJai is doing and wants the old man to go crazy and attack the both of them. Jensen wants nothing to do with this at the moment, its not the right time for a power siege, Jensen begins laughing hysterically. He doubles over for a second in hysterics before pointing as the old man and sprouts his winning smile.
"Oh, oh by the gods, we had you fooled." Jensen waving his finger while laughing. "You should so see your face... someone, bring this man a playback!"
As Jensen laughs, Ba'duir's eye is still twitching, the urge to kill within the old man is still on the rise. Surprisingly, the old man's demeanor changes quickly to one of someone who can't believe they just got punked. He turns to granddaughter and shakes his head, "Why do you have to scare an old man like that?"
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Post by Parjai Daala on Jan 22, 2011 17:39:33 GMT -5
PJ looks at her grandfather. "OHHHHHHHH you silly man, you know red is not a good color for your face! Now Ba'buir, you wanted to talk business. I am all ears as well as Jensen." Sitting in her grandfather's chair, she looks up at him and give a rye smile.
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Post by Jensen Vizsla on Jan 22, 2011 18:10:09 GMT -5
"Yes... um, business." Adenn begins to stammer, his face returns to color as he continues. "A shipment of beskar has come up behind on its delivery date by three weeks and I think someone has decided to get sticky fingers with Vod property. As remarkable as it is, no one in my network of informants or spies can find a trail of where to begin looking. It departed from Concordia and shouldn't have been delayed this long, all the BoSS reports that I've seen says that the Skylark, the ship that was carrying the shipment, was on their screens for eighty-seven minutes before disappearing off all transponder frequencies. From there, the trail goes cold."
"Oh yay, this should be fun." Jensen says with a less than thrilled tone. "I'm definitely not doing this one for half price. Any other info you have for us to digest, Adenn?"
"That is all I know, it pains me that something like this can happen to someone like me and there be no frakking trail to track." the old man says with slight aggravation in his voice.
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