Up the walk to the crater there are the odd warriors standing, the usual lookout revealing themselves alike some kind of procession toward the main camp. Up the guided walk and cresting over the rim the entirety of the camp came into view, the many fires set- furniture burning and some of the prized possessions of one past raid or the next but which had no value to the Raiders. As the black plums of smoke billowed and rose warriors gathered, sang, and fought to deal with the nerves of coming battle. However, not every warrior was celebrating.

Some, those under the guidance of the Valkyrie, were intensely preparing the three freighters they were making use of for this engagement. Rezzie was among them and holding her helmet to her side, standing off from the group she was brushing her hand along the outer hull of her fighter. While another few warriors, two female and one male stood in front of Reibelle as she spoke.

The Salky Raiders were ready for the fight.


[When joining please post combat stats, we'll move it along to the field of battle quickly! This combat will also keep folk away from Bellionas for longer than just this timeslot so prepare a clear schedule EN onward.]



[You know if you should be here.]

On any other night, Raven would be part of the groups leading the others in song as one of those who knew most of them by heart from having been taught them as a child. Of the many parts of her heritage, the songs were a part that was near and dear her heart. Tonight, her focus was on the others, making sure they were clear to go.a

Everyone was ready, and as she looked to her team, these ones she'd been allowed to lead by virtue of their respect for her, Raven felt a moment of sadness... without Dex, something felt like it was missing. But for now, those feelings were sealed away under the beskar'gam and her helmet, Praxton being among the few who could pick up on that tension in her if he was there to see them off.

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Gear:
Mandalorian Armor
Vibrosword
Vibroknife
Blaster Pistol
GALAAR Carbine
Ascension Pistol
Cascader
Thermal Cloak
Stimpacks x6 (4 in Military Pouches)
Load-Bearing Gear+Utility Belt+Backpack

After they had taken care of Ketsu and her lot, they had Carid backed into a corner now. She was feeling the thrill of battle as her brothers and sisters were going to bring this to an end on their terms with the right conclusion. Despite the renegades having fewer supporters now, Soleene knew full well that the most dangerous Mandalorian was one who was desperate. Carid could be capable of anything right now.

It wasn't going to matter, she was confident that the Enclave was going to be victorious in the end.

Gear:
Mandalorian Armour with upgrades
Blaster Pistol
Blast Knuckles
Truncheon
Stim x6 (4 in Pouches)
Utility Belt
Vibrosword
Thermal Cloak
and Comm-link!

Claymore was really to finish the business with Carid. It was time he'd best made peace with your dear and fluffy lord. He was doing he usual checks and rechecks of his gear. He got some new toys for his new armor. His thoughts were do the race he was in a bit, and the idea about fuel for a stealth jetpack he'd had talking with Soleene yesterday. He had fun talking with her while working on their armors.

Gear:
C-10 Dragoneye Reaper Heavy Blaster Pistol,
'Snowflake' Shield
Mandalorian Armor with Upgrades
Handheld Comlink
Extra Reload Clip
Military Pouch
Tool Belt
Tracker's Goggles
5 Stimpacks

Varina straightened out her new, super-awesome collared bolero. She looked just like a pirate from an old comic she'd read except for the fact that she was also in her beskar'gam. "Pretty cool, huh?" she asked, tugging it at it with glee. Dyeing the armor-pieces black had been easy. Purple edges with golden accents, though, had required precision work and a lot of do-overs.

The bolero probably looked extra ridiculous with the unmatching thermal cloak. Seemingly unperturbed, Varina practiced her knife tricks within the confines of her new suit.

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Mandalorian Armor
Vibrorapier
MMD-18 Molecular Dagger
Sap Gloves
Garrote
Heavy Blaster Pistol
Load Bearing Vest
Utility Belt
Military Belt Pouch w/ Two Stimpacks (Need to buy one more in a thread/background)
Thermal Cloak
Comlink
Scanner Goggles

"Pretty cool," Rezzie says to Varina as she bumps her, shoulder to shoulder. Walking forward to join in with the others as they come to a circle around Reibelle. Looking over the assembled warriors she directs most of her people onto one vessel while walking with Rezzie and those of the enclave onto another. Taking in for a few seats in the back they strapped in and prepared.

Some time later..

Within the confines of the yellow-lit vessel Reibelle stands and removes her helmet, looking around to the able bodied warriors here, "Your team will be going in through the bay toward the back of the ship. That's most likely where Carid and his team entered from, if their ship is docked board through their vessel and push onward. With only three warriors I doubt Carid left anyone behind for guard duty," she looks across them again, a smile.

"Rezz," she calls out and the young woman stands up, walking over to one of three crates stacked onto one side of the ship. Pushing one into the open space she pops the top and throws it aside. Pulling from it a jetpack looking device. "These will work outside atmo, we use them in our raids to strike fast and unexpectedly. You'll be making use of them today-" a stern hand launches up and she glares across everyone- "they're expensive, and loners. Don't die and lose them on us," she gives one solid note laugh.

As the vessel continues toward their destination..

Thanks, I hate it.

Thankfully no one could see her grimace under the helmet. Stupid kriffin' jetpacks. "We'll return, along with your jetpacks." At least they all had proper beskar'gam now, which meant they'd all be able to survive the vacuum of space for a little while. Long enough to get inside. Hopefully.

"No guts no glory."

"Thank, I made it myself. Kind of. Shopping and then piecing it all together."

And just like that, her cloak wasn't particularly useful. Thermal cloaks didn't exactly ward off space weather. At least, she was pretty sure they didn't. "I'm just going to leave this cloak here. Probably looks dumb with the jetpack anyways."

Varina stowed it away in the cloak and donned it without much fuss. Clamping it over the bolero was simple; she had definitely planned on it during her armor design. "Uh how intuitive are these things anyways?" she asked, correcting her super badass collar.

Soleene seemed to be receptive to the idea and chuckled when the jetpacks were revealed. "Hey! I've been talking so much about these in the last few days and they've suddenly appeared. It's like you've read my mind! You know, I've always wondered how it would be like to ride in on these. Carid is really going to get a treat...even if he's going to be on the receiving end of a blade."

She stowed her cloak as well and got to put on the loaner jetpacks.

"While she does her Valkyrie thing, I'll give you all a quick few pointers outside the ship and even make sure you get to the right spot all nice and safe," Rezzie says, looking to Varina but the message was for everyone.

With the conversation flowing on a quick few tips and tricks following that moment, a light flashes near the door and the walk toward the cockpit closes and seals. Reibelle notices this and sets her helmet back on, a sealing hiss from the armor as it locks into place. Should anyone not quite have a vacuum seal for whatever reason, Rezzie is able to supply a temporary solution which would give them enough time for this mission at least. Checking her things Reibelle waited by the door and turns to face everyone.

"Rezz and I will meet up with my team and enter from the front. We meet in the middle or wherever we find Carid, once the ship is clear we make our judgement call on if there's anything worth taking and leave," she says it to put it into fact, informing.

As they drift a moment there's a confirmation over Reibelle's comm that can be barely heard in the cabin as it prepares to be opened to the vacuum of space, all things stowed away have places where they can be sealed or mag-locked onto the inner surfaces. As the door opens behind her the Valkyrie walks backwards out into space and floats away a few feat. As she floats her body drifts into the direction so that her feet as facing everyone inside and with short controlled burst she jets off away and then to the left where everyone inside can see the nose of the transport, boarded by a freighter at the back.

Meanwhile to their ships right they can see as one freighter splits off to encircle the transport craft they're approaching.

Alone for now, Reibelle drifts through space with her arms spread wide, enjoying the sensation as she drifts toward the craft. Turning her body with ease, natural in her movements which soon the others would realize requires a great deal of practice and skill to manage. As she drifts over the Imperial officer and pilots within the cockpit watch in both awe and horror as they're uncertain what threat this new contender brings. Landing against the outside of the craft she places her knee's against the outer shell, mag-locking to the outside of the hull with customized kneepads.

Looking inside she gives a little wave to the operators of the craft, grabbing a cannister from her belt and holding it against the glass. Drawing a smile on the outside as most of the aerosol can's contents float out into space she lets the cannister go as well. Drawing a few more toys she places two charges on either side of the smiley face and the Imperial officer starts rushing for the sealed door to insert his code cylinder but he fumbles. Unlocking one leg first she gets her foot underneath herself before giving the pilots inside, who are pale with fright, a thumbs up. With the other unlocked she kicks off- drifts, and detonates the thermal charges blowing out the piloting deck in it's entirety.

"Carid's not going nowhere once we claim his ship," she reports over the inner-suit comms.

[Please post initiative rolls, Cool for Init, and feel free to get fancy with your approach/entering Carid's ship at the back!]

Varina double-checked the seal on her helmet before giving a thumbs up. That was one of her most important armor pieces, after all; dying from a neck wound would be a bit too ironic.

What wasn't ironic but still dreadful was being lost in space. There were enough spacecraft around that that didn't seem too likely but the thought still crossed Varina's mind. She scoffed at her own worries and leapt out when the time came. At first, she did a bit of a breaststroke, but it wasn't as if space was actually an ocean. Her arms eventually settled by her sides as she drifted over to the back of the vessel.

She flexed her cybernetic ankle one more time. It was remarkably similar to her old one. Power of technology, I guess. As she wasn't their residential breaching charge expert, she waited with blade and pistol in extremely tight grips.

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D9 LE Cool for Initiative: 2eA 2 successes, 2 advantage

The suit and helmet sealed up, and Raven started her mental countdown of the minutes it would give. Even knowing the HUD would keep her informed.

It will be fine. It will be fine. You can't fall in space, after all.

Watching Reibelle float around like it was nothing, Raven was silently thinking to herself the possible safeguards she could have to not randomly drift away from everyone else and be lost in the cold emptiness of space. And then, following Reibelle's example, she exited the craft in a similar way, pushing herself away from it to first let the momentum do its job. Finding the right angle towards their destination, short bursts helped with getting herself on the right away. Already it was quite different than using one in atmo - you wouldn't use a jetpack in short bursts like that for one, the other being that... well, you couldn't fall to your death.

A longer burst, and Raven finds herself against the outside of the vessel as well, ready to head inside the rear entrance of the ship once the team was in place.


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D9 Vode An. Initiative: Cool (Presence): 3eA 4 successes


WT: 0/20
ST: 0/13
Defense: R1/M1
Soak: 6


Gear:
Mandalorian Armor
Vibrosword
Vibroknife
Blaster Pistol
GALAAR Carbine
Ascension Pistol
Cascader
Thermal Cloak ---> left behind on Reibelle's ship, replaced with the "Raider-jetpack"
Stimpacks x6 (4 in Military Pouches)
Load-Bearing Gear+Utility Belt+Backpack

Soleene did know that they were going up into space but perhaps the excitement of the fight and the jet packs had distracted her on the matter. When the doors open opened up to reveal the vacuum, she did find herself doubting the situation now. She had never gone on a free-float in a vacuum before and likely most people haven't, even if they've travelled through the galaxy all their lives. It wasn't a pleasant place to hang out for a good reason. Her breathing picked up, as did her heart, feeling this anxious thrill that seeped through her senses like a fire.

It was time to go and she activated her jet pack, the force pushing her forward. She didn't really think much when it came to agility or fitness. The possibilities of travel were opened up to her with a jet pack and she only thought about making it to the destination like it was a lifeline that was waiting for her. The less time she spent in this void, the better.

Day 9, Late Evening: Initiative with Presence (Cool): 3eA 3 successes, 2 advantage


Wound Threshold: 0/17
Strain Threshold: 0/13
Defense: Range 1/Melee 1
Soak: 5

Gear:
Mandalorian Armour with upgrades
Blaster Pistol
Blast Knuckles
Truncheon
Stim x6 (4 in Pouches)
Utility Belt
Vibrosword
Comm-link!

Claymore follows, ready for what is coming.

Claymore: Initiative Ghosting, Cool: 2eA 2 successes


[GM Ghost]

Following the quick instruction Rezzie gives a salute off toward those of the enclave and makes her way toward Reibelle, joining up with five others near the front of the ship. Landing in the piloting deck they set down some device which gave temporary shielding bubble much like was used in hangars to allow for ships to enter and exit freely. Here however, it was likely that such a device couldn't sustain a field for long as they worked quickly to get in through the door, a slicer on their team making short work of it.

Meanwhile, as they came upon Carid's ship there was the ship entrance that Claymore was able to quickly get them through as they boarded. Once inside the loading bay they sealed the door and gravity returned to them. With precious little time they knew they couldn't waste time and so they carefully made their way through his ship and into the transport itself. Once in the dark grey interior of a storage space they could see a number of storm trooper bodies laid sprawled out within the interior. With a clear warpath forward toward a singular hallway which lead to the front of the ship.

Notably, to either side, there were also doorways that lead down and likely into the bowels of the ship.

[Please note on marching order placement, who's by who and who's at the front when moving forward.]

"Well, let me know if I'm taking point or not," Varina said. "I think the element of surprise is out but hey, being closer is useful for me." She did a couple jabs with her vibro-rapier.

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Wound Threshold: 0/17
Strain Threshold: 0/13
Defense: R1/M2
Soak: 6

"I'll take point. Keep your eyes open. Clay, rearguard." He had proven himself quite capable last time, and she knew he could lay down covering fire if need be from the back.

Taking her carbine into her hands, Raven took point as the vanguard she was.


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OOC: Raven going first.

Suggesting the following formation with everyone at Short from one another:
Raven
Varina - Soleene
Clay