Character - Tiberius Saxon
Location - Concord Dawn
The evening air was warm and dense as Tiberius crouched in the rock outcropping, shaded by trees. This was the site of the rendezvous coordinates for the bounty mission issued by Clan Leader Gar Saxon. Their target, pirates who had been conducting raids and plithering the black market on Concord Dawn for Beskar ingots, which they were hauling off to sell off world.
The mission post was not glamorous and the reward was low, so not many Mando’ade had jumped at it. But Tiberius cared little for fame at this instance. Beskar was for the Mando’ade, and it was being stolen.....their sacred iron....being stolen by scum to just sell for profit. The only thing worse would have been slavers taking his people. He would end their operation, and the pirate's would pay for their lives. There was no capture reward, only prize was to reclaim the beskar, and that suited Tiberius just fine.
He made some last minute adjustments to his heavy repeater for tucking away the tripod stand and locking in a plasma clip. He cocked the hammer in place and thumbed off the safety as he scanned the surrounding woodland. The meet up point was about a click out from the last pirate sighting, so he wanted to keep an eye out for patrols.
The afternoon grew late as he waited for the fellow Mando’ade to join him. They would be the only two (2) that had took the mission that he knew of. Still, two (2) should be enough.
Location - Concord Dawn
The evening air was warm and dense as Tiberius crouched in the rock outcropping, shaded by trees. This was the site of the rendezvous coordinates for the bounty mission issued by Clan Leader Gar Saxon. Their target, pirates who had been conducting raids and plithering the black market on Concord Dawn for Beskar ingots, which they were hauling off to sell off world.
The mission post was not glamorous and the reward was low, so not many Mando’ade had jumped at it. But Tiberius cared little for fame at this instance. Beskar was for the Mando’ade, and it was being stolen.....their sacred iron....being stolen by scum to just sell for profit. The only thing worse would have been slavers taking his people. He would end their operation, and the pirate's would pay for their lives. There was no capture reward, only prize was to reclaim the beskar, and that suited Tiberius just fine.
He made some last minute adjustments to his heavy repeater for tucking away the tripod stand and locking in a plasma clip. He cocked the hammer in place and thumbed off the safety as he scanned the surrounding woodland. The meet up point was about a click out from the last pirate sighting, so he wanted to keep an eye out for patrols.
The afternoon grew late as he waited for the fellow Mando’ade to join him. They would be the only two (2) that had took the mission that he knew of. Still, two (2) should be enough.
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