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[Rynn Itera]

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The jet black of void space was only highlighted by a sprinkling of stars that dotted the distant landscapes of the Outer Rim. The Mandalorian people had come together in an act of celebration of new beginnings, which meant that old and new faces had come together and connections had been made. Rynn Itera had never felt that direct connection to Mandalore and no matter how hard he tried he couldn't find the fire within himself to try and rally their people into a new age of glory. He cared about his covert, his family's traditions, they were core to him and made him into the infamous character in the galaxy. Where other Mandalorians had floundered in trying to hold onto old traditions, Rynn saw an opportunity.

So here he sat, looking out across his viewport towards a distant speck floating in the distance as he mulled over their plan. He had recruited a like minded Solus and members of his covert to begin expanding their own collection of goods. Piracy was on the rise in the hyperlanes, and Rynn felt it would be beneficial to capitalize on that. Their target was a heavily modified Cumulus-Class Corsair which had been retrofitted to serve as a beer garden and a gambling den. The cannon's would be stripped out to fit room for extra ships for the guests, though it wouldn't be completely defenseless.

The Glittered Bantha was escorted by a freighter and a small squadron of fighters that were contracted as local security. They wouldn't be able to outright board the craft with their guns ablazing, they'd have to feign distress. Rynn pushed up his range finder as he began to pull within view of the corsair. He pulled back on the thrusters and looked back towards his covert members. "Readying the distress call, prepare to board."

Rynn pulled left on the controls and sent the side of his freighter into a tail-spin as he called through his private communication channel. "Ready for your shots, feel free to go rough." It was time to see if this Badger lived up to their crest.

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[Blank Solus]

Blank Solus flew at a fair distance behind the Rim Skipper, the familiar and well worn controls of her Fang-class fighter at her hands. The Mandalorian had been all ears and all yes's when it came to Rynn's idea of pirating a old Corsair that had been modified to serve as a pleasure cruise for the rim's rich. With the collapse of the New Republic, the Free World's Alliance, and the shrinking of the Empire, piracy was at a peak and only peaking higher. Blank figured, why not get in while the getting was good.

The pair of ships approached the tiny speck in the distance, and soon the show was about to begin. The plan was simple. Fake the scene of a distressed freighter, trade a little bit of fire while the Corsair sent it's escorts to deal with Blank, and then seize the ship. Simple right? What could go wrong.

There wasn't time to think about that as Rynn gave the all clear. "That's the only way I know how to go Iterra." Blank said with a grin under her helmet as she gunned the engines of the black and red painted Fang. The cockpit was painted distinctively to look like the face and maw of an angry badger bearing down on it's prey, with a pair of vicious claws riding on the wings.

The engines roared and the fighter flared forward's as Blank set her light deflector shields to double front. The freighter went into a tail spin and Blank swooped in after it, S-foils rotating around the cockpit to match the spin of the freighter. The targeting computer started to dial in on the ship, but Blank pulled the trigger early like some kill hungry rookie. A spray of yellow laser bolts split the void between the two ships as she closed in.

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[Rynn Itera]

"I knew there was a reason I liked you," the Mandalorian said as he switched off the comms and reached overhead to the upper control panel, flicking a distress signal to the Corsair ship. He let the ship jitter and groan as it streaked through the void of space as yellow streaks flashed past his viewport.

"This is YT-Craft, Universal Ship code 347521, The Rim Skipper. We're currently under fire from a rogue pirate seeking to take our ship." The Mandalorian called through his communication relay system. There was a moment of silence between transmissions, which left the Mandalorian wondering if they would buy onto the ruse.

"This is central command of the Glittered Bantha, come towards us and we'll dispatch security."

Rynn flicked a yes transponder and began to pull forward on the thrusters, sending his large freighter zooming towards the port bay of the frigate. He knew that they'd only have a set amount of time before local sector rangers would be relayed and dispatched to investigate the call.

"Set timers," Rynn grunted through their private channel. "Give us a few more shots, the squad of fighters should be drawn out, we'll slide in and take control of the ship." His gloved hands pulled on the controls, sending the ship into a groaning sudden right spin as more shots snapped against the back shields of his aging ship.

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[Blank Solus]

A few of the hastily placed shots splashed against the shields of the Rim Skipper, energy dispersing harmlessly for the moment. It was a careful balance that had to be maintained. Enough aggression to fool their prey, but not enough to accidentally blow her fellow Mandalorians into space dust. Rynn's voice came over the comms once again and Blank nodded to herself.

"Copy that. Give me a little heat back with one of your turrets. Its like you're trying to die out here." She jabbed playfully before triggering another flurry of alternating shots from her lasers. They splashed against the shields again as he sent the ship spinning, causing most of the shots to fly by harmlessly. Her fang fighter had overtaken the the freighter by that point and she balanced out her shields with the flick of a switch while rolling the ship over to buzz right over the cockpit of the freighter.

Blank looked up out of her cockpit as she flew past, giving Rynn a quick wave before he was gone in a flash. Then she yanked the fighter to the left and pitch up which started the fighter on a loop around to get back into the rear of the freighter. She kept the S-foils rotating to keep the narrow profile towards the Rim Skipper as she passed back around.

The Fang fighter's advanced sensors lit up like a life day tree as the Corsair dispatched fighters. This had a grin growing on Blank's face. The real fun was about to begin. Dialing in the sensors to focus on the escorts as they approached, she fired another slew of bolts at the rear end of the freighter again just for show.

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