The Renegade of Mandalore (For Khorne)
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They slowly descend to the planet, and after a lot of rough turbulence, the ship comes into sight, a large frigate, drifting ever close to the eye of a massive storm. It seems to be abandoned...
"We better hurry if we want to keep that frigate out of the eye." He says as he moves closer and preps his mag locks.
"Yeah. Latch on, and keep the-" Hera is suddenly cut off by Hondo. "Hey boy! I'll be going in! Ya want anything special?" He calls out over the background of Hers swearing rather colourfully at his rudeness.
"If you can find any other rifles, cells,and any explosives then I'm good. Besides that take as much as you can we can store it in my cargohold. Until we sell it all." He says as he lines up to lathe onto the frigate.
"Oookay then!" Hondo says, yelping when a couple of slapping sounds can be heard. Hera was probably smacking him around...
His clamps attach to the side of the ship with a satisfying clunk, and he's now anchored in place.
His clamps attach to the side of the ship with a satisfying clunk, and he's now anchored in place.
He increases the trust of his ship as he try to slow down the frigate, and get it away from the eye of the storm. "Allright I'm attached and slowing it down. When ever your ready." He says.
"Acknowledged. Firing mag cables..." He feels two solid thunks reverberate through the ship as Hera shoots the mag locks into the ship.
"Alright. Keep it steady, Ravager..." She mutters. "Our crew is going down there..."
"Alright. Keep it steady, Ravager..." She mutters. "Our crew is going down there..."
"Roger." He replies as he try to keep it as stable as possible, while not letting it fall into the eye.
"Oookay. Team's off. Now, since we have a lot of free time... Start talking." Hera says sternly.
"Allright then. We'll after the imp attack on mandalor and my escape by jumping through a blockade. Hondo found me almost dead in my fighter and he brought me to Jabba the hut and now I work for him as a smuggler, and im up to my throat in the creds I owe Jabba." He replies.
"Hmm... Jabba, eh? I wish someone would put a bullet through his fucking slimy face..." She grunts.
"Hey I wouldn't mind being a free man and not owing Jabba a credit. But I'm not going to do that I'd be killed halfway in the door." He says.
"Unless you made someone take him out." Hera muses. "Or crash something into the palace. I don't know. That place is full of scum." She says.
"Yeah I agree with that but I'm drop dead poor right not and I'm not going to fuck with the most powerful critical boss in the outer rim." Kenn replies
"Actually, if you killed him, your only problem would actually be the Gamorreans and a few of his people. That's it. The others all hate his guts." Hera says.
"Still not going to do it. Maybe later when I'm more prepared. But who knows what can happen." Kenn says
"Hmm... I'd do it if I could, but... I have other responsibilities. And there's the matter of all his slaves. Who would take care of them...?" She murmurs.
"Well I'm sure a lot of people will try and take them for themselves. But at least they then won't get feed to a rancor if they fail at something." He replies as he imagines all of Jabba's slaves being his.
"Mmhmm. Him and his pet Rancor... Disgusting thing... Nobody even knows where he got it. Some far off world, apparently." She murmurs.
"And probably as an egg as well. If trained properly rancor are very excellent beasts of war." He replies.
"No I mean if let's say a Group of rebels is able to train one. They could use it against the empire." He says.
"That's if the rancor is not armored, and who would use only one rancor. You need like 3 or 4 as like shock troops." He replies.