Ask [Gand] Good Soup

[Gett'se Vizsla]

Gand​

Gett'se had set down a few kilometers from the nearby village, parking his old Y-wing very carefully after a slow descent. The planets atmosphere was a thick fog of ammonia, the gassy atmosphere toxic to humans. Gett'se had taken the time to install a rebreather and toxin filter into his helmet in private during the hyperspace flight, before instructing Bak-Ru on how to do the same. He would be leaving behind his jetpack and flamethrower, useless in the ammonia rich atmosphere anyways unless he wanted to become barbecue, and swapped the wrist rocket out of his left gauntlet in exchange for a grapple line.

As soon as the ship set down Gett'se immediately set about securing the landing zone, giving Bak-Ru short orders barked in Mando'a. He would pick up the language quicker if it was used in action, rather than just pointing at objects and saying their name.

"Follow me. He said as he stoop walked back to the storage hold from the cockpit of the oversized Y-wing. Stepping through the door as it opened, Gett'se pointed to a heavy rolled camouflage netting that was strapped in to an overhead shelf. "Grab this"

The small ship compartment was a neatly arranged and heavily used storage chamber, armory, and living quarters. Shelves and racks of gear and weapons, securely netted in place for the more turbulent flights. A folded in popout bunk strapped in place inset to the wall. Storage lockers for more frequently used gear and living supplies. A small workshop table and computer set up, all easily secured well used, scuffs on metal where armored hands and limbs lived and worked. The space was small and almost claustrophobic.

They didn't spend long in there however as Gett'se tossed the netting outside the rear hatch with Bak-Ru. Grabbing a long coil of climbing cable secured by the exit, he clipped two carabiners to it, and the secured it to a eyelet welded on by the exit. One of the carabiners he attached to his own belt, and one to Bak-Ru's belt, roughly. Slinging his rifle sling over his shoulder and putting it's butt to his shoulder, he turned his head and took on last look at his home. Then he hopped out into the mist.


"Thick soup.' He commented back to Bak-Ru about the fog as he swept the perimeter of the ship, walking all the way around it before returning to the hatch.

Come down, help me with this, don't get lost. He said as he set about unrolling the camouflage mesh, arctic colors, the closest he had to the soupy blueish mist. Once the ship was secure, all they had to do was wait for the arrival of the rest of the crew. Gett'se would start setting up a homing beacon for his personav to be able to home in on the ship if necessary. Which seemed likely given the visibility conditions. He hoped the other Mandalorian didn't accidentally land on his ship.

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[Bak-Ru Shooska]

Bak-Ru sat quietly as the Y-Wing tore through space. It may look to other like a case of motion sickness, but it wasn't the space travel that flipped and tied his stomach in knots. This was his first mission as a Mandalorian Foundling. A chance to earn his skin and the name Vizsla. He was also away from Arthos for the first time since his capture. For so long now he had shadowed the the other and his absence was very noticeable as he now went on assignment with complete strangers. Well, almost strangers anyways. Gett'se had made himself know to Bak-Ru. He would be hard pressed to forget that introduction anytime soon, but they still barely knew each other. Then there was Taz. A Mandalorian from another clan who had signed up to help further the cause. To travel with such seasoned veterans put a pressure on Bak. One to perform. One to prove himself.

However, although the stakes were high, Bak-Ru was not one to crumble. As the ship set down on the gassy planet a calmness would come over the Weequay. The sense of ease that often wash over warriors when they knew there was nothing left to do but to perform. To let instincts take over and let the fates decide what would come next. "Aye." He acknowledged his orders in accented Mando'a and followed Gett'se to the storage hold. Although it could be frustrating that the other refused to speak in basic, there was a part of Bak-Ru that appreciated it. Just like the battlefield, the best way to learn was often through real time experience.

Bak followed suit and help to prepare the netting. From there the orders were simple. Stay calm and don't get lost. Considering the thickness of the gas below, easier said than done. He didn't protest when the carabiner was roughly attached to his utility belt, keeping his gaze locked forward until the task was done. The hazing, or whatever it might be was expected. No kid gloves for the newbie. After Gett'se plunged into the gas below Bak would double check his equipment. The filters and rebreather were secure in their place. HIs side arm was firmly latched into the holster on his thigh. He too swung his rifle into position before jumping out of the hold and onto the ground below.

"Thick...soup." The Foundling smiled under his helmet as he repeated the words.

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[Taz Fett]

Taz had never been to Gand before. He had met a Gand hunter once, and even respected the alien's talent for tracing an individual. But that was about all he knew of them. A practitioner of Bush'ido, Taz took this mission as an opportunity. To hopefully not only gain a new ally for the Crusade but to share knowledge.

As the Ravenous cut through the atmosphere, L6 would find the signal sent by Gett'se. Soon he would land nearby. To no surprise, Vizsla was already securing his ship. What was a surprise was the other he had with him.

Speak to his droid in basic, "L6, shut down systems expect short range scans and communications. Then find something to mask the ship as the others have done." The droid chirped in acceptance and went to task. Meanwhile Taz would check his armor. The replacement breathing would be something to get used to. But it would be better the breathing the toxic air of the planet. It also left the warrior feeling a bit naked without his jetpack and wrist rocket. The pack more so. Fortunately, the rest of his usual load out would be unchanged.

Taz lowered the ramp and made his way out to join the others. <Thick soup indeed.> Agreeing with the comment. <Gett'se, I presume.I am Taz Fett.> reaching to shake the warrior's forearm to give the Vizsla a proper greeting. After he would look over the foundly. The Fett warrior's head cocking in question. <Who's this fucker ?>

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[Gett'se Vizsla]

They didn't have to wait long as first the sound of a ship, and then very faintly an actual ship landed in the fog nearby. Gett'se unclipped the cord from the ship, taking the extra wound length and clipping it in a loop to his belt to bounce lightly against his leg as he led Bak-Ru through the mist to meet their partner.

"I am Gett'se Vizsla." Gett'se responded with a nod to the other Mandalorian's introduction. A Fett? Gett'se hadn't realized they were a clan. Hadn't there been a bounty hunter who went by that name at one point. He wasn't sure on the history. But it walked like a mando. Talked like a mando. And most importantly wore the skin of one. He filed the information away with a mental shrug. He would look into it later.

If there was a later.

"This fucker," he said with a sideways tilt of his head towards Bak-Ru, "is Bak-ru..." He trailed off as he wondered if they were calling the man a Vizsla yet. He supposed not, seeing as it was a question. "Just Bak-Ru. A foundling of one of our warriors. I'm taking him out for some sightseeing." He finished, smirking under his helmet. They couldn't hardly see shit a foot in front of their faces.

"Showing him the ropes so to speak. Speaking of... Rope?" Gett'se finished, offering the man the end of the line he had clipped to Bak-Ru's and his own belt. It was easy to get lost in the fog of Gand. Easy to get separated when you couldn't see more than a few feet. If the mist or its monsters didn't get you, a Findsman would.

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[Bak-Ru Shooska]

Bak-Ru and Gett'se made quick work of securing the ship and the landing site. Not long after the homing beacon was placed the sounds of another ship approaching would reach them. Not soon after it had landed Bak felt a tug at his waist where the cord tied the two of them together. No need for verbal commands when a leash would do. Not that the Foundling took it personally. He was glad to be led on this strange and gassy planet.

Soon enough they would make their way to the other Mandalorian that was joining them. The site of the fully armored warrior still sent a sense of awe through young Weequay and made him feel slightly inadequate the lacking of his own became much more noticeable. All in due time. Stay focused, prove your worth. A slight chuckle would escape his lips as Taz inquired who this fucker was. Ball breaking was nothing new to Bak-Ru, but the Mandalorians took it to an expert level. As Gett'se introduced the Weequay, Bak would offer a respectful nod to the Fett warrior, but the lack of a surname offered in the introduction was noted. Again, all in due time.

"And what a sight to behold!" The planet was hardly that, but at least his Mando'a was coming along well. He could hardly see through the noxious fog, but Bak did yearn to get some experience under his belt. Perhaps earn a piece of armor back or maybe even a weapon from the forge master. Above all he hoped to get one step closer to gaining his true name, Vizsla. "So, shall we begin?" Bak-Ru asked. There was still a few kilometer hike before they would reach the village.

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[Taz Fett]

There it was. The sense of question. Taz could feel it just as he could see it in the nuance of moment in the other mando. Much like Vizsla was once a great house, Fett was also once a respected clan. However history was a cruel mistress. They were all cast offs to the greater galaxy.

But that would change, in time.

As Gett'se said the foundling's name Taz could not help but hear the oddity of it. Something bothered the Fett warrior about this man. But he couldn't put his finger on it, yet. Then the fucker decided to try and speak. While his mando'a wasn't horrible, it wasn't good by any stretch either. Yet it was the accent of the tongue that spoke it the sent a chill of anger down Taz's spine.

<Leave it to a Weequay to enjoy a ball of shit.> Taz retorted. Taking the line that Gett'se offered in hand, he checked to make sure there was adequate space between himself and the foundling and clipped in. He would have simply used his vision mode but that was also amiss due to the need for breathing equipment. <Don't get to eager there fucker. The world is a shit hole, but the Gand as a people are formidable hunters. Not to be taken lightly.>

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