Nox stood in the bridge of a Gladiator, specifically at a command table with a few other Mandalorians as the crew attended to their duties. The fleet flew in formation, the cruiser in the center of an umbrella formed by three frigates, two being the Fremen and the remaining a Purgio. The vanguard in front of that was formed with five Raider IIIs, acting as the fleet's screen. A majority of the fleet was present with the target being the trading hub of Borgo Prime.
The Alor had picked the hub for many reasons. First, it was a springboard/supply point to other planets farther north and allowed the ferrying of supplies. Not only that, the merchants and information brokers could help establish a reliable network that would provide invaluable information/data to them. Nox was able to recognize his people's weaknesses and hopefully with the acquisition of the port, they could be alleviated somewhat. One of those benefits was made known straight away as a holo-map of Borgo Prime was on the table and the asteroid belt near it, procured with the help of one of those brokers.
At the table, the group of Mandalorians would be speaking about their next move, Nox listened as another Solus named, Vroj, the only one with the similar paint job of a claw mark down his helmet, informed him of the situation. "The broker provided us with a possible location of the pirates." A finger was pointed to the western end of the belt, "This is the most likely area, given the access in and out and vicinity to the trade route." Nox stroked the bottom of his helmet as he listened, his white dire badger resting on her stomach by his feet, "What type of forces they have?"
Vroj would bounce his head left to right, "Consists of heavy fighters. Most likely a few corvettes as well. We have firepower but they have been practicing on merchants and security. They're some damn good pilots." The Solus' own badger would huff, the exact opposite color of Nox's with it being jet black as more of the sacred animals were claimed.
Nox exhaled softly as he thought before asking another question, "And the port? How will our arrival be viewed?" Vroj straightened slightly before answering as he gestured behind him, "We have a transmission from one of the merchant guilds. They're requesting a meeting. So, I would assume we have a few minutes once we pull in before the port opens fire upon us if we don't give an answer."
@Sreeya
The Alor had picked the hub for many reasons. First, it was a springboard/supply point to other planets farther north and allowed the ferrying of supplies. Not only that, the merchants and information brokers could help establish a reliable network that would provide invaluable information/data to them. Nox was able to recognize his people's weaknesses and hopefully with the acquisition of the port, they could be alleviated somewhat. One of those benefits was made known straight away as a holo-map of Borgo Prime was on the table and the asteroid belt near it, procured with the help of one of those brokers.
At the table, the group of Mandalorians would be speaking about their next move, Nox listened as another Solus named, Vroj, the only one with the similar paint job of a claw mark down his helmet, informed him of the situation. "The broker provided us with a possible location of the pirates." A finger was pointed to the western end of the belt, "This is the most likely area, given the access in and out and vicinity to the trade route." Nox stroked the bottom of his helmet as he listened, his white dire badger resting on her stomach by his feet, "What type of forces they have?"
Vroj would bounce his head left to right, "Consists of heavy fighters. Most likely a few corvettes as well. We have firepower but they have been practicing on merchants and security. They're some damn good pilots." The Solus' own badger would huff, the exact opposite color of Nox's with it being jet black as more of the sacred animals were claimed.
Nox exhaled softly as he thought before asking another question, "And the port? How will our arrival be viewed?" Vroj straightened slightly before answering as he gestured behind him, "We have a transmission from one of the merchant guilds. They're requesting a meeting. So, I would assume we have a few minutes once we pull in before the port opens fire upon us if we don't give an answer."
@Sreeya
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