Open Terrain

Invisus Mines continue operation.

*Tony Shave, CEO Zabarain Mines, Abregado-rae Division sends in weekly reports to Zabarian Headquarters. Doug Benoit CEO sends in additional report as to Zabarian support of local governments. *

Mines run by Zabarian Corp, Abregado-rae Division:

*Tony Shave, CEO Zabarain Mines, Abregado-rae Division sends in monthly reports to Zabarian Headquarters. Doug Benoit CEO sends in additional reports as to Zabarian support of local charities. *

Mines run by Zabarian Corp, Abregado-rae Division:

*Tony Shave, CEO Zabarian Mines, Abregado-rae Division sends in monthly reports to Zabarian Headquarters. Doug Benoit CEO sends in additional reports as to Zabarian support of local Universities. *

*Tony Shave, CEO Zabarain Mines, Abregado-rae Division sends in monthly reports to Zabarian Headquarters. Doug Benoit CEO sends in additional reports as to Zabarian support of local charities. *

Mines run by Zabarian Corp, Abregado-rae Division:




*CEOs Zabarian Mines, Abrego-rse Division send out notice that the Mines are no longer under Zabarian ownership. New owners will run the mines*

*The Zabarian CorpMaster-class medium Freighter "The Meid" enters Mining hangar. Domin reparts for the mining offices.*

*Domin boards a waiting air speeder.*

Driver, to the Zabarian Headquarters.

*The driver tips his hat and off they drive. Personal Zabarian records have been packed and are readied for pickup.*

*CEOs Tony Shave and Doug Benoit, CEOs Zabarain Mines, Abregado-rae Division meet Domin and discuss their reassignments. Hover lorries pull up with crates from Zabarian offices.*

=Domin=

The personnel have been transferred to Invisus Mines. Whereas your expertise is needed within the Zabarian Corp.

*The crates are stored in the freighter and the hatches sealed. Domin, Tony and Doug enter the freighter and the crew ready it for lift off.*

*The Zabarian Corp Master-class medium Freighter "The Meid" departs the Hangar. Domin, Tony and Doug on board. The freighter heads for Orbit.*

*The mandalorians fly over to the mines, and "establish control." Basically kick everyone else out except the miners. They than continue the mining operations.*

*The mandalorains do the same here.*

OOC: I agree with Lord I.*

The skies above Abregado-rae were dark on their side of the planet, the crest of the horizon was bright with the fading daylight. Ander had the pilot loop around their landing pad before bringing the ship to ground; an old soldier's habit of needing to commit the area to memory before setting foot there.
Ander exited the vessel with his DC-15 slung at his hip, his armored boots clacking on the deck plating. Admiral Trask, clothed in simple black and brown security armor walked beside Ander.
"So, we're to be meeting with the contact at this bar," Trask handed Ander a datapad with a map location and a grid coordinate flashing on the side of the screen. "He'll be there, waiting in the back as arranged."
Ander nodded, then waved to the security detail of the LAAT/i; their orders to wait inside, two men on security outside the vessel.
The evening descended on the planet swiftly, as Ander and his companion disappeared in to the crowded streets and narrow alleys of Abregado-rae.

*Other then the new ship life continues as it normally should.*

Ander walked with Trask into the bar they were planning on making their rendezvous at, their contact was to be found sitting in the far right corner of the room. It was a rather dingy place, hardwood floors and furniture made the bar look rather homely. Instead of being lit with conventional light strips and panels, oil lamps hung from the walls and rested on each of the round tables at which the patrons sat, ate, and conversed in hushed tones.
Ander's Mandalorian armour certainly drew the attention of a few persons, though each gaze was short-lived upon recognizing the make of the armour. The red plates of the former Jedi's armour represented his long passed father, who in turn had used the colour to honor his own father, whom Ander had never met or heard much of.
He pulled the buy'ce from his head, resting it on the table where their contact sat, then waited for Trask to sit before taking a chair himself.
"So..." He began, running a gloved hand through his hair before tapping the table-top with an armoured knuckle. "How about a drink?" Ander called to the barkeeper, a rather tall Iridonian that wore nothing but a light blue tunic over his mottled brown skin.
The barkeeper approached the table and waited for the trio's drink requests, Tagira himself taking a Lomin Ale, and the other two ordering likewise. As the Iridonian left for the bar to fulfill their orders, Ander turned toward Trask and cocked an eye.
"What's this all about, huh?" He asked.
Trask eyed him for a moment, then wrinkled his nose as Ander pulled a cigara from his belt and lit it, taking a shallow drag and letting the resulting smoke trickle from his nose. The Admiral looked to their contact and casually waved his hand towards the man.
"This, is one of our former Star Destroyer captains, from the Yavin Four Defense Force, Captain Paiton."

Ander cocked an eyebrow, "I don't recognise you, Captain."
The man drew his bearded face into a tight smile, "That's because I worked under Master Man'Sell, of who's military and political tactics you did not approve."
Captain Paiton spoke with a Coruscanti accent, emitting rich, rolling tones. "You never should have seen or heard much of me, I captained the Blue Moon, which was attached to the third Attack Group."
Tagira smiled, recollecting only a single interaction between himself and Captain Paiton, where Ander had countermanded orders passed on by Dav during one of their fights against Eragon Hallis over their own homeworld. The smile passed, replaced by a slight grimace; they'd spent too much time on Yavin 4 fighting...

The aging Mandalorian shook his head from of negative thoughts and memories, focusing instead on the present. "So, Captain, why is it that you are here, talking to me? I am no longer on the Council on Yavin Four, and neither do I reside on the moon itself."
Paiton smiled, "Well, with Staton dead and the rest of the Defense Force diminished, there are a lot of people looking for work."
Ander did a double take, "Wait, Staton's dead?" His face was rife with disbelief. Admiral Jethroe Staton had been Ander's own military advisor, and Over Admiral of Yavin 4's defense forces. He'd been a brilliant tactician, and a good friend.
"How'd he go?" Ander asked.
Paiton's reply was blunt, "Got old."
Ander nodded slowly, accepting the news easily. "Fair enough. What happened to the others, the other Admiral's and Deck Captains?"
Trask motioned towards Paiton, "The esteemed Captain here is one of several of the defense force leadership to resign after your departure from the Academy, Tagira. We're on the market...as it were. I heard about the rapid response force you were gathering about a year and a half ago, so I started poking around and finding out if you'd brought any of the old crowd over with you."
Ander, in fact, hadn't. The men and women of the Brigade were all volunteers, gathered from all classes and corners of the Galaxy. Ander had spent months recruiting everywhere from backwater worlds in the Rim to Inner Core planets like Coruscant.
But the Brigade needed stronger leadership. Ander was breeding his leadership from the enlisted ranks of the Brigade, but he wanted to add more experienced leaders into the fold as well, men and women who had seen more than their fair share of conflict. Ander had honestly not thought of turning to the leadership he had helped establish within Yavin 4's forces, mostly to avoid causing further political conflict throughout the Academy's leaders.

"So...you're looking for a job? A ship to captain?" Ander asked. Paiton shook his head. "No, I'm looking for so much more than that. I'm looking for a group of people that stick to their ideals and don't make compromises. I'm looking for a group of people that know what needs to be done and are willing to do it, rather than beat around the bush about what's truly important in this screwed up Galaxy. I'm looking for heroes."

The look on Paiton's face was rather intense, Ander could see that he truly felt what he was saying. The Captain's words brought a smile to Ander's face as he took another drag of the cigara.
"You came to the right place, Paiton...that's us.'

Hours after arrival. . .

*He reached up to the rock that seemed to be getting further away the longer he looked. There was no room for mistakes here because if he did fool up it would be the last thing he would ever do. Jak looked down hanging from the side of one of the mountains then swung his right arm up catching the rock and gripping it tight. He hissed in pain while his dry hands cracked and bled making it harder and much more dangerous to climb with wet hands.

He finally pushed himself up onto a ledge and crawled up onto it, he rolled against the side and caught his breath. Now looking up it only reminded him how much further he had to go, better then reminding him of death by looking down. The weary man looking at his hand then tore some frabric off of his robe then wrapped his hand in the torn cloth as it quickly soaked in dark red. The passage he has taken was one that could easily end in death, he wasn't heading towards the top, he was heading threw this mess of terrain. With good reason...*

Moment of arrival
*His ship burst threw the clouded skies, within the ship it was dark because most systems were already offline except the back up engines. From here it was all down hill, he moved past the mountains at low altittude when suddenly a Sith infiltrator revealed it'self flying threw the mountain peeks with great piloting skills, Jak looked over cursing to himself when another revealed it'self to his right side.

The Infiltrator dropped back in speed and open fired upon his engines. The shieldings didn't last, a few laser bolts struck the shielding until it gave out and caused the engines to begin smoking. The other infiltrator shot off a terpodo and it was over for Enrthal, the engines flared up in flames and his ship began falling on it's side until the nose straighted it'self with the side of the mountain. He attempted to eject but not even that could function.

Jak attempted to bring the systems back online but it was already to late. His ship swiped the edge of a mountain peek, it was pushed up front side and quickly began to fall. The Infiltrators pulled back and readied for a second turn descending to his level to land, his ship hit the ground hard. If it wasn't for hitting the mountain he would be dead, his head hurt but it was nothing he couldn't deal with. He pushed the glass out then climbed out of his ship. The infiltrators were incoming so he ran for it moving quickly towards the mountains.

He felt the breeze hit him, he was moving around the mountain along this edge that was no bigger, no smaller then his very foot. He edged himself across, carefully scaling the mountain. Just across from where he stood was a path that could very well get himself down and to the other side. The only thing standing in his way was a large gap between him and the path, carefully he grabbed his hilt after noticing a tree which had grown into the side, the roots and all could be seen below it piercing into the rock and dirt.

With a thrust he jabbed his saber into the tree then pushed it to each side like a lever. It snapped and began cracking as gravity got the best of it pulling it down, the top side hit the other edge. He quickly leapt up on the tree trunk just as it began sliding off, he wrecklessly climbed it then grabbed the other side just in time. He looked down when the tree hit the ground below.

Looking back up he climbed up then looked in his surroundings, he musn't of been far from the city now. The steady burst of wind gave him chills down his back, he was frozen to the bone even on this planet. He looked in the distance, it was a walk. A long one so he started at it wondering if those infilatrators were waiting for him on the other side. *

*A MMC MMP, descends from orbit gracefully, despite its large size, the crew was well trained in maneuvering the vessel. It came to rest in a remote area of the planet, over a large ore deposit. Once the engines had cooled sufficiently, a hatch in the bottom of the MMP, unseen by those outside the MMP, opened and a stream of droids poured forth, to begin digging the primary shaft. This setup prevented the large amounts of dust generated by mining to escape into the atmosphere, and is instead processed with the rest of the ore.*