Cuyan Ordo
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- Dec 15, 2018
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At times, Coruscant was a dirty and wild planet. Cuyan had landed his freighter in the government sector earlier and unloaded some mining equipment for delivery. A few Mandalorians were going to meet him at the entrance to the palace catacombs, basically the sewers for the palace itself. The wide entrance and walkways along the sides of the river of waste made it simple to get the gravsleds inside. A few labor droids did the pushing and the Mandalorians would walk alongside them. Cuyan himself stuck close to the drill and tarp-covered sleds.
"Once we reach the walls, we need to get this stuff inside. The drill can help." He noted to his partners quietly in Mando'a, trying to keep his voice from echoing too loudly. "If things get bad, we take them with us. No failure."
That last bit was truer than he wanted to admit. Cuyan peeked under the tarp to make sure all was in order. He had all his gear on hand as well. His helmet had been under the tarp to hide his identity until they got inside the catacombs. Now he wore is proudly as they trudged ahead. While retrieving the helmet, he was certain to begin a timer as well. Ten minutes should be plenty of time. A violator disruptor pistol was proudly displayed at his hip now as well. No one but homeless bums, dead bodies, and possibly patrols would be down here. This was the culmination of a lot of work. Attacking the heart of the Sith on Coruscant was bold, but maybe just what the Mandalorians needed.
@vamp @Taz
"Once we reach the walls, we need to get this stuff inside. The drill can help." He noted to his partners quietly in Mando'a, trying to keep his voice from echoing too loudly. "If things get bad, we take them with us. No failure."
That last bit was truer than he wanted to admit. Cuyan peeked under the tarp to make sure all was in order. He had all his gear on hand as well. His helmet had been under the tarp to hide his identity until they got inside the catacombs. Now he wore is proudly as they trudged ahead. While retrieving the helmet, he was certain to begin a timer as well. Ten minutes should be plenty of time. A violator disruptor pistol was proudly displayed at his hip now as well. No one but homeless bums, dead bodies, and possibly patrols would be down here. This was the culmination of a lot of work. Attacking the heart of the Sith on Coruscant was bold, but maybe just what the Mandalorians needed.
@vamp @Taz