Hello, journal,
It has been a rough ride. I used to think I was cut out for this business and, by the flaps of a Hutt's chin, I sure as shit am, but still. It wasn't easy watching a teenage boy lose his arm. For what? I know what for. Sometimes...it's hard to remember what for...
It's hard to let these things affect me. When I see a kid like Etr, I see my sister, my brother, those vods I'll never see again since they can never see again. I see...those children who I made sure can never see again...
Today, we are back, us Mandalorians. We have business. We don't have time for anything else. We don't have time for tears. Time, though, is about to run out for three Pykes who think they own it. Time to prove them wrong.
It has been a rough ride. I used to think I was cut out for this business and, by the flaps of a Hutt's chin, I sure as shit am, but still. It wasn't easy watching a teenage boy lose his arm. For what? I know what for. Sometimes...it's hard to remember what for...
It's hard to let these things affect me. When I see a kid like Etr, I see my sister, my brother, those vods I'll never see again since they can never see again. I see...those children who I made sure can never see again...
Today, we are back, us Mandalorians. We have business. We don't have time for anything else. We don't have time for tears. Time, though, is about to run out for three Pykes who think they own it. Time to prove them wrong.
Kodasta. It was a cold, icy planet with ice and snow. There was more to it but at least one Mandalorian had absolutely no idea or care to find out. She had not come here for the history or the geography; except, well, the latter mattered insofar as it meant finding a freight train to take it over from the inside out. She was not alone.
Super Epic Bounty Hunter Friendos, they called themselves, and boy did they need a new name. Was it Etr who had picked that one? Adenn? Casany Praxor shook her head as she hovered her Y-Wing behind a mountain. They could figure out what to name their bounty hunting posse later.
“We’re coming in cold.” The Mandalorian cleared her throat, hoping not to be judged. “Whatever that means, not sure, but here we are.”
They were behind a mountain in a mountain range called Mountain Range as far as she gave two druks. She had broadcasted her voice over comm within her Winged Pike and toward the Spooky Mistress. Zaia was in the former, Adenn and Co. in the latter.
They had gathered here today to stage a heist on a train as it traversed the mountain range. This was no ordinary train and these were no ordinary train robbers. They weren’t even that, not really, except for the fact that they had come to rob freedom from three di’kuts.
The Vonvon Brothers, they called themselves, and they were Pykes if ever there were. Ringleaders of a spice trafficking ring, they and their little army of douche canoes were aboard the freight train along with their illicit cargo.
The spice wasn’t something that Cas cared about, intact or not, as these drug barons were her cargo. They weren’t major players but would pay the way. This is the way. Cas grinned in the cockpit, suited in full armor. “Welcome back, Mandos. This is Casanvil in the Winged Pike taking on Pykes who can't fly. We’re in the pipe. Five by five.”
The Pike received signal of the Pykes and their train approaching the airborne rails on the other side of the mountain. It would soon be time to mosey.
@Sicadorito @Timmen
Super Epic Bounty Hunter Friendos, they called themselves, and boy did they need a new name. Was it Etr who had picked that one? Adenn? Casany Praxor shook her head as she hovered her Y-Wing behind a mountain. They could figure out what to name their bounty hunting posse later.
“We’re coming in cold.” The Mandalorian cleared her throat, hoping not to be judged. “Whatever that means, not sure, but here we are.”
They were behind a mountain in a mountain range called Mountain Range as far as she gave two druks. She had broadcasted her voice over comm within her Winged Pike and toward the Spooky Mistress. Zaia was in the former, Adenn and Co. in the latter.
They had gathered here today to stage a heist on a train as it traversed the mountain range. This was no ordinary train and these were no ordinary train robbers. They weren’t even that, not really, except for the fact that they had come to rob freedom from three di’kuts.
The Vonvon Brothers, they called themselves, and they were Pykes if ever there were. Ringleaders of a spice trafficking ring, they and their little army of douche canoes were aboard the freight train along with their illicit cargo.
The spice wasn’t something that Cas cared about, intact or not, as these drug barons were her cargo. They weren’t major players but would pay the way. This is the way. Cas grinned in the cockpit, suited in full armor. “Welcome back, Mandos. This is Casanvil in the Winged Pike taking on Pykes who can't fly. We’re in the pipe. Five by five.”
The Pike received signal of the Pykes and their train approaching the airborne rails on the other side of the mountain. It would soon be time to mosey.
@Sicadorito @Timmen