Easy Deployment - The Rookie Mission

[Zach]

Kel sniffed harshly as he tried to clear his nose. The Nautolan held his helmet beneath one arm, enduring the semi-breathable air as something to pass the time. he and the other Mandalorians at the base were stationed at this backwater moon for the sake of internal security. He had to admit, his immediate placement at the facility seemed almost negligent, and more of a reason to simply occupy the warriors, but he knew deep down that it was still a vital security checkpoint. The Mandalorian team's orders were to maintain the security beacon to the rest of the Mandalorian Fleet. While the beacon remained intact, the Mandalorians couldn't be ambushed from behind. At least, as long as it remained active under Mandalorian control. The thought sent a chill down Kel's spine and he exhaled sharply. he hadn't expected the feeling, but it only made him narrow his eyes to the ground. The dusty wind around him seemed to billow as shadows traced the ground, spiraling and whipping around his body like tendrils across the rocks. After a moment, Kel slipped his sage green helmet back over his face and began making his way for the landing pad. He'd completed his third round around the base, and it was the same as before; all clear. Who'd want to hit this place?

As he stepped up from the rocks below, two Mandalorians stood at the facility's entrance, greeting him with only a nod. Kel returned the gesture by inclining his head and continued past them, pacing himself as he entered the base. The rest of his Verd brothers were in the command center. They'd been here for days, but Kel hadn't the chance to really introduce himself to them. For the first few hours, Kel had focused on maintaining his post, as the ever-punctual soldier he'd been raised to be. Still, it was hard to put the past behind him, and to start anew as a member of Clan Vizsla. As he entered, Kel spoke up and engaged conversation for the first time since his arrival. "Nothing out there but rocks and wind," he said in a low, course voice. He sat down on a crate and rubbed hand over his helmet, sighing lightly.

 

[Corrupt Justice]

The sound of another voice startled Zevnir, who had NOT been dozing off in his chair, his feet up on one of the consoles as he passed the time on this mirshepar’la ruus. It was either sleep or go insane from not being able to do anything, cooped up here and walking around in circles, or sitting where he was and having his eyes on the radar and sensors, desperately hoping both that there was some sort of contact to numb the extended visit, but also that there was nothing so the place wasn’t being attacked. He slipped out of his seat, caught himself with a hand out, then rolled over onto his feet, standing up and patting his armor as if he had meant to do that. His gold and blue helmet was on the console next to where his feet had been.

”Haar’chak! And I wanted some action…

He ran a hand over the top of his head and gave an aggravated sigh, plopping himself back down in his seat and turning to look back at the sensors with a glare. His hands turned into fists as he saw that there was nothing interesting going on with them. It was the same thing hour after hour, day after day. He needed to punch something really, really badly.

 

[Skyway]

Draco had been sent to a useless base on a more even useless moon. It was to protect the behind last of something. Draco did not really care. He had only toke this mission to pay off the damage of is arm the was break during a honor tourny a few days ago.

Draco siting in the comm center. He was in a corner chair behind a small table. His helmet was off on the table with his blaster and hand-axe. The bigger battle axe was leaning on the wall next to him. Draco grabbed a small flat rock on his way in base when he was dropped off. He used the rock on the blade of the hand-axe to sharp it. He wish he had been sent to a more danger place. Draco was becoming restless as time went on and he only been here a few days.

Draco, "HMM"

 

[Nirvana]

This planet where he had been deployed was some place that was suppose to be of importance, but what this importance was he didn't know really. Something about the mandalorian fleet, all clear signal. A few bits and pieces had he snapped up as he was shipped of to the planet, more specifically a small base that was tasked with keeping the all clear signal active. Was his purpose to defend this base with his life, if so then he would do so.
Walking through the base he memorized what he could of it, if you did not know your surroundings you could get killed so much quicker. You could be dead by an opponent that knew every possible route that you would take through the base, this was the reason for why Nadleeh was walking around in the base memorizing what he could.​

 

[Apollyon]

Al'akaan A'den Fett had opted to do security rounds 18 galactic standard hours a day. He had grown to hate this god forsaken planet, his matches wouldn't stay lit due to a low oxygen molecule count in the air and the constant rushing of wind that would instantly put the match out. This meant A'den had been without a smoke for almost four days since he volunteered to oversee security on the base, he was going through withdraws, and moody would be an understatement.

Command come in, how are the security cams looking? These God damned headaches... A'den asked as he smacked his helmet in a vain attempt to clear his head.

 

[Corrupt Justice]

Zevnir lifted his head, staring up at the monitors showing the rest of the base. Nothing. He could see Mandalorians mulling about or walking to and fro on their rounds. Nothing unusual. ”Borin’ as a senator’s fancy dinner party, comrade,” he said, answering A’den. He snorted and leaned back in his chair once again. ”Nothin’ to distract from a throbin’ head I’m afraid.”

He really needed a drink, or a nice brawl to lighten things up. There was a creeping gloom that had covered the base, the kind that infected people who were ones for action, not guard duty. He was getting depressed. All he wanted to do was sleep now. "I'm goin' insane not doing anythin'..."

 

[Skyway]

Draco, "Wish I was out doing something, like blasting some skulls"
Draco bent his neck back. With a pop form his neck, he stood up. He looked at the main desk.
Draco, "I'm going on my rounds"
With that Draco grab his helmet off the table put it on, then hooked his weapons on his back. He went to the back door of the comm room. Draco was going to start rounds in the storage rooms. The door open and close for him as he went though them. Draco hated this place like any one else here but crying about it not going to change that. Though Draco will never be back here after this. He'll go arm less if need be. He was a warrior, not a scout.

 

[Fola]

Gray awoke from her dream. She looked around to see that it wasn't just a dream she was stuck on this base. She signed. She stood and put her coat and her mask on. She walked out of the room she was sleeping in. Some sort of storage room or another. She walked past Mandalorians, just soldiers. She was looking for someone with any rank around here. She couldn't be the only one stationed here. The stuff she did in the name of Mandalore. This was crazy, why would they send someone with her skills out here? Who knows. Maybe they knew something she didn't like a soon to be attack. Gray continued her walk to the mess hall, it would be a good place to start. She walked into the mess hall and sat down. This was probably the most people she saw in a while. She just sat in a corner. She grabbed a pen and a napkin and started to draw on it.

 

[Apollyon]

Command this is A'den Fett...I am coming back in for a cigarette break...Kriff if regulations say otherwise I need one! A'den said as he buried the end of his blaster in the dirt and leaned on the butt, his eyes scanned a small cliff face. He noticed something, movement perhaps?

Hold that thought command...I think I just saw movement in sector echo. Turning Helmet cam on live stream to your location and moving to check it out...probably just the wind picking up some kriffing rock. A'den reported before turning his helmet cam on and began streaming the footage to the computer screen in the command center. After a momentary pause he made his way towards the cliff face blaster up and at the ready, whatever it was, if anything wouldn't be breathing long.

(Ooc: I will let Zach decide what it is I am just trying to move us along :])