Julius torn frowned beneath his Mandalorian Helmet. He was on a mission of his own decision, tired of waiting for the current Mandalore to give him a mission. He wasn't actually supposed to be out and about, seeign as some still thought he should rest up so they didn't loose a strategist. Julius thought they wouldn't loose a strategist, they would loose another damned roughneck if he died.
He was on board a small smuggling craft called the Obsidian Dove, a disgusting name for a ship if he ever heard one. He really had no interest in the ship whatsoever, but he had heard that this little ship was going to be smuggling an entire Cache of weapons to rebel soldiers on Onderon. He didn't care about it at first, until he heard they were weapons of Mandalorian design. Obviously, the Mandalorians deserved them more than any rebels would. Besides, if the Rebels were true warriors, they wouldn't need more weapons, they would win with what they had.
That explained the situation, or at least the cause of the situation. He was standing in the Cargo Hold of the ship, his stealth feild generator covering his entire body. He didn't beleive in the whole stealth thing, he prefered to take his enemies up when they were strongest, to provide the closest thing to a challenge. However, unlike most of his clanmates, he wasn't waiting for the most oppurtune time to strike. He was waiting until the most crew were on board.
He had taken particular care to stay hidden, and finally he heard another smuggler enter the ship, that meant twelve were on board. He counted ten sleeping arangements, and figured now was the perfect time to attack. He de-activated his stealth field generator and walked behind the new smuggler, a trandoshan, and a smelly one at that. Either that or his Air Filter was acting up again. Julius tapped on his shoulder and watched him turn around. The moment the Trandoshans eye caught a glimpse of Julius, Julius punch him in the face as hard as he could. The trandoshans neck snapped, there necks were always weak, at least to Julius. However, that didn't stop the trandoshan from getting of a single lucky shot that rebounded off of Julius's armor and into a nearby room.
"Great... Way to start a party, eh?"
This was going to be fun, or at least that's what Julius was hoping as he cracked his knuckles.
He was on board a small smuggling craft called the Obsidian Dove, a disgusting name for a ship if he ever heard one. He really had no interest in the ship whatsoever, but he had heard that this little ship was going to be smuggling an entire Cache of weapons to rebel soldiers on Onderon. He didn't care about it at first, until he heard they were weapons of Mandalorian design. Obviously, the Mandalorians deserved them more than any rebels would. Besides, if the Rebels were true warriors, they wouldn't need more weapons, they would win with what they had.
That explained the situation, or at least the cause of the situation. He was standing in the Cargo Hold of the ship, his stealth feild generator covering his entire body. He didn't beleive in the whole stealth thing, he prefered to take his enemies up when they were strongest, to provide the closest thing to a challenge. However, unlike most of his clanmates, he wasn't waiting for the most oppurtune time to strike. He was waiting until the most crew were on board.
He had taken particular care to stay hidden, and finally he heard another smuggler enter the ship, that meant twelve were on board. He counted ten sleeping arangements, and figured now was the perfect time to attack. He de-activated his stealth field generator and walked behind the new smuggler, a trandoshan, and a smelly one at that. Either that or his Air Filter was acting up again. Julius tapped on his shoulder and watched him turn around. The moment the Trandoshans eye caught a glimpse of Julius, Julius punch him in the face as hard as he could. The trandoshans neck snapped, there necks were always weak, at least to Julius. However, that didn't stop the trandoshan from getting of a single lucky shot that rebounded off of Julius's armor and into a nearby room.
"Great... Way to start a party, eh?"
This was going to be fun, or at least that's what Julius was hoping as he cracked his knuckles.