I Bless the Rains Down on Vjun

[Drace Solus]

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Vjun
2143 Local Time
Ambient​

As much of a shithole as Drace had expeced, Vjun was one of the worst worlds he had ever had the damn misfortune of venturing to. A mixture of bad weather, unfriendly locals, gloomy vibe, and acid rain made him being to dislike it from the moment they entered orbit. For this reason, he was in a bad mood when he stepped out of the ship. That, and Percy had gone missing after Hapes, having spiraled off on her jetpack to never be seen again. He blamed himself for it, partially, mostly because he'd brought her into the Mando life, though also because he had been there when she flew away and hadn't done anything to help, not that he could have. The Supercommando lacked his usual air of approachability and there was no banter coming out of him today, something that Burkhart may have noticed if he was attentive enough. Drace had worn his helmet from the moment he stepped outside of his quarters, not wanting his face to be seen at all today.

The two Mandalorians stepped out of Burk's dropship, armed and ready for anything that Vjun had in store for them. Drace, with his vambraces and jetpack, was ready for combat. Hell, he was hoping someone would try them, just so he could have something to pour his anger into. He fidgeted with the grip of his beskad as he walked, eyes scanning the village's empty streets. A heavy acidic rain was falling from the black and green skies, drenching the two Mandalorians, a slight chill over the world, and it was understandable that people preferred to stay at home today. Lights twinkled from within homes, though they were here for one in specific. Both Mandalorians knew what the man looked like and the building he lived in. They would just have to walk for a few meters before reaching the door, and that's where the fun would begin.

"I call dibs on the interrogation," Drace declared, with the tone of someone who was having a bad day and didn't want to be bothered. Burk would be on watch duty while the Supercommando tried to wrench information from their target.

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[Burkhart Kelborn]

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The Morling disliked any weather in the extreme. Deserts dried out his nose and we too hot. Arctic locations also usually dried out his nose but they also made his ears uncomfortable. Rain was fine for the most part but it made scents harder to track. It was good that the two mandalorians already had the information on the target's location. He was not much of a threat but he did have information that needed to be extracted.

Drace had been quiet for most of the trip. Usually Burkhart was the reserved one but the Solus clan member seemed to be in a bit of a mood. "Beh ma guest." He said with a shrug. He just hoped that whatever the man was going through was not going to put their success at risk. He breathed in and sighed as he waited for the man to either break down the door or knock. Whichever he chose the Morling would have his back to the wall that framed the door. His head looking up and down the street as a lookout to see if there was any possible witnesses or suspicious individuals. This was the location their true target had visited already so while it was unlikely she would come here it would be a nice bit of luck.

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[Drace Solus]

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Two Mandalorians walking around the village was barely subtle, but they had gone unnoticed so far, everyone too absorbed in whatever they were doing to poke their head out the window and see. They reached the man's door, and Burk took up a spot next to Drace as a lookout. The Supercommando lifted the butt of his rifle and banged it on the door several times, the loud noise echoing, though masked by the rain. Soon, the lock turned, and a man opened the door, looking up at them in his pajamas. Behind him, the sound of a fireplace crackling mingled with the sound of a holonet drama. Without a word, Drace lifted his foot and slammed the sole of his boot directly into the man's chest, sending him flying backwards into the house, where he slammed into the back wall, shattering some pictures that had been hanging up. The Mandalorian was not this brutal generally, but he wasn't feeling particularly kind today, and the poor bastard in front of him would have to suffer for it. Not that Drace had any sympathy for someone who collaborated with serial killers just to save their own hide.

The Mandalorian shut the door behind him with his foot, turning to look around at the little apartment. A monitor on the wall above the fireplace, where the holonet drama was playing, a coffee table, a couch. Various pictures of the man with different people adorned the wall. Off to Drace's left, a hallway snaked off to the kitchen, bathroom, and bedroom. In front of him, a man, hunched over and trying to recover from the blow that had knocked the air out of his lungs and shattered two of his ribs. Broken glass littered the carpeted floor around him. Drace stepped forward and grabbed the man by the scruff of his neck, dragging him to the bathroom, uncaring of whether the victim would be cut up by the glass or not.

He put the man's face centimeters away from the water of the toilet, and stopped. "You will give me all the information you have on Senna Torke, or you will drown to death with your head in your own toilet," he spat out. The man was shaking, his eyes frantically trying to look up at his captor. "Who?" Big mistake. Drace slammed the man's face into the toilet, breaking his nose against it, and held him under for a few seconds. When he pulled him back out, the man gasped in air desperately. "Senne Torke." He shifted the man's face down. "I don't know wh—" Down he went again, blubbering bubbles in the water of the toilet. When he re-emerged, he was much more cooperative.

"Okay, I'll tell you! I'll tell you." Drace looked at him expectantly. Hopefully, Burk was doing fine out there.

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[Burkhart Kelborn]

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Bang, oof, crash. Burkhart could tell what had happened without even looking. Once Drace disappeared from his peripheral vision Burkhart knew he had gone inside and pivoted to follow after. His forearm stopped the door from slamming into him though Drace had tried to close it quickly behind him. The morling would have filled the doorway if he had remained there but moved inside instead. A moment later the door was locked behind him to make escape by the unlucky man harder as well as keep any other possible intruders from interrupting the talk they were going to have with the man.

Moving deeper into the house he moved to the window and off to one side, not crossing the line of sight with the outside. His dark armor keeping him in the shadows and he watched the street while the Solus clan member went to work. The house was nice, or at least it had been considering the gloomy planet it was built on. The yelling from inside the house would not be heard by anybody outside at least thought the Morling could hear it just fine. It sounded like Drace had maybe learned a thing or two about how to aggressively gain intelligence from one of his House mates.

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[Drace Solus]

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Drenched, the bridge of his nose shattered and bleeding profusely, some ribs cracked in, the man sat on the toilet, its lid down, in front of Drace, who had his rifle holstered over his chest, beskad in his hand. It was a silent warning, just in case the man would step out of line or try anything, but the Mandalorian doubted a civilian like this would have the balls to. The man was an exemplary citizen, a town council member judging by the pictures and medals throughout his house—hardly a warrior who knew how to resist interrogation.

"Nasty lady." His hands were tied behind his back, toilet water dripping from his wet hair. "But also charming, in her own way. I caught her in the act one night, trying to haul away an unconscious body. She saw I was on the town council"—so he was—"and probably saw an opportunity, I guess. Senna promised me immunity if I let her do her thing and kept law enforcement off her, and I did my part." Drace glared at him expectantly. "That's all I know, I swear."

"Where is she?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.

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[Max Veers]

Max had been in the village for a few days, putting together, what he insisted, was his greatest scheme yet. The complexity and depth of the scheme was so unthinkably mindblowingly complexed, that he simply daren't rush it - and so, when the Mandalorians had arrived, he had been gazing out of the window of his ground floor rental next to the landing area, and thus had seen the two figures make landfall. They quickly moved into some strangers house - Max had never bothered to make himself known in the area and thus did not know the house-owners name - wherein violence would now doubt follow.

"Breeso, come." he snapped at his cat, the small creature padding up to him with an air of snootiness that would make of Organa green with envy. "Best we head out, not a fan of being here when things kick off." he addd, pulling his collar up around his neck, and chucking up his hood. He opened the front door silently, his gear gathered up, and dashed across the wet ground, taking shelter behind the nearest thing he could find, one of the dropships landing gears.

Breeso padded up the landing ramp with little concern, and vanished into the ship however. Cursing under his breath, Max followed him into the vessel, and made himself scarce behind one of its corridor entrances, peering around the corner and up to the house, wherein he heard the sounds of violence. Shrugging, he padded quickly through the ship, and into the dockpit, where he could get a better look at what was going on.

 

[Burkhart Kelborn]

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Burkhart watched with from the window as one man exited his flat and move down the street towards the landing pad. His head poking out. He was a suspicious one alright and Burkhart was not taking any advantage. Burkhart pivoted away from the side he had been standing on and made it so his light repeater was level at the man while he was on the other side of the window, his dark form at the man's blind side while he was intent on moving to the landing pad. The first blaster bolt might hit the window but would break through. The following four though would not be hindered in the same way.

It was clear he was moving towards the official mandalorian dropship belonging to the Field Marshal. The large morling was able to shoulder the weapon like a rifle due to his size with relative ease. The deck sweeper certainly helped. Letting loose the shots they would race out of the light repeater towards the potential threat and break through the window. From the time they left the weapon they would hit the man's four or five o'clock. They would be able to reach him before he was a full dozen paces to the landing gear of the dropship.

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[Drace Solus]

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The man looked confused, then panicked for a moment. "I don't kn—" He tried to get the words out fast, but Drace was faster. He slammed the flat end of his beskad down on the man's thighs with enough force to leave a nasty bruise, and the councilor howled in pain. "I swear! I don't k—" Down it came again, drawing blood this time. A sliver of the sharp end had cut into his legs. The Supercommando waited for the man to stop his whining, staring at him with a pazaak face. "I've seen her retreat to the edge of the town. Some locals here think that's where her lair is, but we're not sure."

They had a few options now. Turn the man in to local law enforcement for cooperating with a known serial killer, kill him, take him prisoner and bring him to Mandalore, or let him go. As much as Drace wanted to see the man answer for his crimes—namely, looking the other way while innocent men were murdered—he couldn't bring cops into this. It would just turn too messy, and the man could weasel his way out. Taking him to Mandalore was complicated too. At last, after a minute of thinking, Drace shifted from one foot to the other. Glass shattered outside, and the unmistakeable sound of a repeater going off echoed down the hallway. The Mandalorian had no further questions to ask, and it seemed Burk would need some help outside, so he turned his gaze from the open doorway to the man in front of him.

"So, is that it? Am I good to g—" He was silenced by the blunt end of Drace's beskad as it slammed into his face. His cheekbone was shattered too now, judging by the feel. The man was knocked out instantly, slumping forward and falling like a ragdoll. The Supercommando stepped over the sprawled body of the town councilor, sheathing his beskad and drawing his rifle. Judging by the sound of the shots, Burkhart was still by the entrance, though he'd found his way inside the house. That was better, considering the rain outside—no one liked the smell of wet dog.

Looking over the Marshal's shoulder, Drace was able to see a figure lurking around the ship, and the Supercommando broke into a sprint, charging out the door and to the man. When he was about 10 meters away, regardless of whether Burk's shots hit, he would lift his rifle and level it on the Cerean's center mass, peering through the thermal scope. "Hands on the back of your...head," he commanded, taking note of the size of the man's noggin. That was certainly quite the target. "Step away from the ship slowly, and make no sudden movements."

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[Max Veers]

Max was running, at some considerable pace when he heard the glass smash. In responce, he lobbed a CZ Riot Gas grenade in the direction of the house, obscuring his attackers view enough for Max to avoid some of the shots, the remainder however, colliding with him and sending him spirraling into the ground at the foot of the ramp.

"Feth it," he snarled to himself, bringing up his blaster, and going to aim it at the approaching person. The effort was to much, and instead he used what energy he had to pull himself up the ramp a little, leaning against the wall of the ships interior at the top of the ramp when he got the chance. Perhaps, there was still a way for him to come out on top?

 

[Burkhart Kelborn]

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Burkhart wanted to get visual confirmation as with the smoke beginning to disperse he did not want to stay still inside the house. His position was already revealed so there was no longer any point in subtlety. The broken window before him would not hinder his movements as it was now completely open to the rain outside. He leaped through it with practiced skill, activating his jetpack once he was clear and taking off to move through the smoke cloud.

Burkhart had heard his team mate's more diplomatic demands for submission but it looked to be that the man had not complied. "Blaster!" He shouted and fired another burst towards the man before activating deactivating his jetpack to move to the base of the ramp in foot. He was not going prioritized civility and ceremony over safety.

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[Drace Solus]

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"Hands on the back of y—" he began to say, only to be interrupted by some of Burk's shots hitting home. The Cerean was clearly not backing down, so as he threw himself onto the ramp of the ship, Drace shot 3 bolts at his center mass, aiming to take him out once and for all. He'd tried to combat roll, somehow thinking that was a good move, so the Mandalorian was prepared for any surprises from the target, and was ready to track the shots no matter the movement.

Soon as the bolts left his rifle, he was up and running toward the ramp, which he got to in a few quick paces, the dash taking him no longer than a second or two. He'd unsheathe his beskad with his free hand then, moving in toward the Cerean.

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[Max Veers]

"I hate Mandalori..." Max was cut off mid complaint as the multiple shots from the two attackers collided with him. "So...." he spat up blood as he looked down at his blaster pocketed chest "...predicatable." he chuckled to himself, wincing in pain as he did so. A further three shots hit the already downed Mazx, who merely closed his eyes, and let whatever came next do the rest.

 

[Burkhart Kelborn]

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The light repeater was smoking slightly from the rapid fire it had emitted. He kept his eye on the man but it was clear he would soon be dead. Turning to look around for any other potential threats he would notice the scared cat for the first time. Perhaps it had belonged to the green skinned man. Well, Burkhart hoped it was a survivor because it was on its own now.

The mandalorian would stoop down to search the body, finding any information about the perpitrator as he could, moving the weapons to the inside of the ship. He stripped the DG-500 gloves from him and tossed them aside. "Hop ya got what weh need." He said Drace over his shoulder, refering to his interrogation. In the end he would not find anything that told him Max was anything more than another criminal in the galaxy. He tested his luck against Mandalorians and that was what it got him.

Well they should not stay in this place. They had probably technically broken some laws, disturbing the peace, assualt and battery, a few other things. While they could pay off the local police he did not want the added headache of dealing with them. The man Drace had interrogated would keep his mouth shut or suffer the consequences. The body of Max would get jettisoned out into space. There had been no other witnesses save for maybe the cat. Heading to the cockpit he would start the ship up and head off into the cloudy sky. They had a serial killer to take down.

♣Exit Thread♣​

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[Drace Solus]

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Target down, the two Mandalorians nudged him out of the way so they won't trip over his body until they can get rid of it. The ramp slowly shut, and Drace unbuckled his helmet, putting it down and heading for his quarters to get ready for the next mission: hunting down the serial killer. He strolled down the halls of the ship, only to stop in his tracks when he heard something meow at him from a corner. The Mandalorian turned and looked at a cat rolling around in his bed, getting the shit all tangled.

He picked up the cat, looking at it like it was an alien species. After much thought, he set it back down on the bed. He'll need to find a collar for it.

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