Ask Pzob A Problem For Me

[Kotii Solus]

Spoiler: Music

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Pzob was a world which held great importance to both Kotii and his son. The Mandalorian steered his ship towards the swampy planet’s surface before coming in for a landing. The engines of the weathered YV-865, powered through the atmosphere and settled. The ship’s engines would tick down as he left the vessel behind him. The old smuggler hideout ahead had begun to be reclaimed by nature. It still held some recognizable hints of Imperial architecture since it served as a stormtrooper garrison once upon a time. Flora poked through cracks in the duracrete and rust had spread across unattended metallic fixtures.

While the Solus would search for his personal pet, he also wanted to survey the area and see if there were hidden messages left by friendly Mandalorians and also enemies. If the former Werda Verda had left any supplies behind it was worth looking for. Furthermore there were brigands that could be dealt with operating in the area.

The Mandalorian was not traveling alone. He expected to meet Van’Aria Solus on the planet’s surface as well. The Rally Master was potentially the next Alor of House Solus if she could live up to the responsibility. He owed the woman a great deal since she aided in his escape from a gladiator pit years ago. Now he wondered what she could ask of the humble Exile.

Rumor had it that pirates were traveling the space-ways near Pzob led by a Cumulus class corsair. The system was far enough away from Mandalorian space and Kotii did not want to risk Rancor Squadron assets to recover his own pet.

The bog that surrounded the artificial structures were quiet except for the ever present noise of insects and avian creatures. The man checked for traps or other dangers in the immediate area but found none. While he waited for his comrade to join him, the badger would check to see if there were any fuel reserves or gear of note around the landing pad.

@Bread

 

[Van'Aria Solus]

Pzob was not entirely a bad Planet, or so Van'Aria concluded when she was asked to join the former Solus Alor in his hunt for... get this, a Pet Rancor.

The very notion of owning one amused her to the core, she wondered if it came with its own complimentary crime lord Palace, but nevertheless it was an asset that could come in handy and the fact that Pzob was so deeply settled with Gamorreans only reinforced the... tribal nature of the Planet.

This was ofcourse until the Empire saw otherwise with its... expansive way of shoving a secret base onto almost any unsuspecting Outer Rim planet, it wouldn't surprise her if such remnants were still on Mandalore somewhere deep beneath the crust.

She came alone today, mainly to make sure there was no infighting of her people with the "Dar'manda", This also meant that she had arrived with her own personal Starfighter which now blended in with the wildlife.

Van'Aria took great care to arrive in advance, predominantly so that she could have a lay of the land and conceal her ship, by the time she expected Kotii to arrive she had taken refuge within the very structure he had now been exploring, rounding the corner past an overgrown starship fuel tank the man would find her sitting idly on a turned over crate.

Her Vibro-Ax sat in her lap which she polished meticulously while she waited, if he were to make his presence known she would only regard him once she finished with her work, after all she was a diligent soul and today would prove to test a few limits, especially regarding the potential fist of a scared Rancor which she did not look forwards to receiving but had a hunch she will.

She had a wish to chastise the man somewhere deep inside of her, but she did not let that cloud her mind, she instead worked on clearing it, focusing on the path ahead. Today would bring no direct aid to the path of the Mandalorians in her care, but it was another Solus calling for help, if she were not to answer she would just as much be disrespecting the Resol'Nare and that was beyond what she would allow for herself.

She had spent two solid days in isolation after the celebration, some things there... made her remember that she must punish herself for not taking... for not putting fist where words were but at the same time she could not risk all out conflict among the Clans, if she were responsible for that she would never be able to forgive herself.

@Darasuum

 

[Kotii Solus]

Kotii rounded the corner and only took several more steps before stopping in front of the Solus Rally Master. <"Have you had a look around?"> He started off by trying to gauge how long Van'Aria had been waiting and the level of her present temper.

The exiled badger had to give his counter part some appreciation for being hidden. The warrior had not seen the fellow Mandalorian's ship parked anywhere in easy view and she had not been advertising her position. <"Before we head out to look for Red Lad I want to check on something."> His helmet panned over the surroundings to make sure there was anything left but the base seemed fairly barren.

The Mandalorian turned and walked towards a speeder garage not far away. Beside the door was a keypad and interface which Kotii bipassed by connecting his personal port scanner. After a few clicks and taps while he silently worked, a ding came from the panel followed by the creaking of gears. <"That's it."> The next few moments would see the wide door retract up into the ceiling to reveal a mostly empty interior. But outside the garage was an industrial trash bin roughly the size of a two person landspeeder. The bin was shifted aside as it moved along an auxilary powered slab, hiding a stairwell that led to an underground passage. <"Let's see if there's anything left shall we?"> The Solus's helmet turned towards Van'Aria while his tone hinted at a smile behind his visor.

Taking the lead, the ex-solus'alor traveled down the stair well. The base had once belonged to smugglers who had incorporated hidden warrens and hiding holes for their various contraband. It was inside one such cache that Kotii descended. Crates and racks holding weapons and gear had a light layer of dust but the bunker-grade storeroom was dry relatively cool compared to outside. Going to one side, Black Hand checked on the condition and numbers and sure enough there were dozens, maybe even scores of Galaar-35, Galaar-15 and Westar-17 blaster carbines in equal number. Additionally among the stowed weapons were Westar-35 , 55 and 93 blaster pistols that seemed to be as good as new. If that was not enough, there even seemed to be a handful of Mag-79 "Thumper" grenade launchers among blaster attachments of a similar nature. Without waiting, Kotii went around the room to check the quality of each group of weapons.

@Bread

Spoiler: Dice

Rolled a rousing success with a 81 out of 100.