Aranar looked over his Clan. His. Clan. Clan Skirata. The Clan that had made him their Alor. When he started on this mission to ereunite Clan Skirata he had thought of it as much as a bonding exercise for his brothers. A way to reconnect and reconcile after so many years apart and estranged. Now They were a force to be reconned with.
They were mostly subcontracted by the Republic, it being the closest thing to an honourable power in the Galaxy the rest being made up of Sith and suspect at best so called Holy empires. In this case they were subcontracted by a planet friendly to the Republic Naboo.
The payment was simple a shipment of beskar in exchange for funding the creation of the starship Udesiir designed. Payment up front of course. Really it was two shipments. The first shipment for the building of the Tor’gra’tua. Mando’a for Justice and Revenge. Corvette. Newly designed by Udesiir and created by Naboo. Beskar plated armor, could be run by a skeleton crew and a droid brain, room enough for half a dozen starfighters and a cargo hold for two armoured hover jeeps and a handful of speeder bikes. Designed for rapid deployment of a platoon of Mandalorians, as well as holding it’s own in ship to ship combat.
It was a fine ship. One worthy of the Elite of Clan Skirata.
Aranar was actually itching to try her out in combat. Show off what she could do.
Right now it was a simple escort job. Escort the cargo ship to Naboo simple enough and well worth the price.
“Alor” One of his troops a woman in Mandalorian armor addressed him from his station on the comms. “We’re picking up two Comulus-class Corsairs. Looks to be Pirates.”
“Battle stations. Udesiir take the helm. Kane. Oya I want you leading our starfighters start picking off their snub nose fighters. Clan Skirata I want us on our guns we attack first forget trying to hail them. We take out one of there ships quickly then turn and deal with the second with a boarding party. They’re not used to dealing with Mandalorians ability to board through space using just our armor and jet packs.”
“Aye Alor” The room full of Mandalorians responded.
It would be a tricky fight, but it was doable. Still Aranar wouldn’t mind some reinforcements.
They were mostly subcontracted by the Republic, it being the closest thing to an honourable power in the Galaxy the rest being made up of Sith and suspect at best so called Holy empires. In this case they were subcontracted by a planet friendly to the Republic Naboo.
The payment was simple a shipment of beskar in exchange for funding the creation of the starship Udesiir designed. Payment up front of course. Really it was two shipments. The first shipment for the building of the Tor’gra’tua. Mando’a for Justice and Revenge. Corvette. Newly designed by Udesiir and created by Naboo. Beskar plated armor, could be run by a skeleton crew and a droid brain, room enough for half a dozen starfighters and a cargo hold for two armoured hover jeeps and a handful of speeder bikes. Designed for rapid deployment of a platoon of Mandalorians, as well as holding it’s own in ship to ship combat.
It was a fine ship. One worthy of the Elite of Clan Skirata.
Aranar was actually itching to try her out in combat. Show off what she could do.
Right now it was a simple escort job. Escort the cargo ship to Naboo simple enough and well worth the price.
“Alor” One of his troops a woman in Mandalorian armor addressed him from his station on the comms. “We’re picking up two Comulus-class Corsairs. Looks to be Pirates.”
“Battle stations. Udesiir take the helm. Kane. Oya I want you leading our starfighters start picking off their snub nose fighters. Clan Skirata I want us on our guns we attack first forget trying to hail them. We take out one of there ships quickly then turn and deal with the second with a boarding party. They’re not used to dealing with Mandalorians ability to board through space using just our armor and jet packs.”
“Aye Alor” The room full of Mandalorians responded.
It would be a tricky fight, but it was doable. Still Aranar wouldn’t mind some reinforcements.
