As you enter the hanger room you see the space chart with the The Star Born’s location and a broadcast of Captain Seslun Zelaas’s message on a loop for you to study and review. It is a simple hologram but any hint might help. The boarding ships are crude vessels with a variable docking mechanism. They’re not ships but more like flying metal boxes, all defense intended on getting the crew to their destination alive with the fire power on the inside.
Yet another problem caused by Mandalorian culture, customs and pride.
Hector Von Ricmore wasn’t quite sure what to make of the situation. But the cause was something he had grown quite familiar with during his time in Clan Vizsla.
The Clawdite appeared to be the first to arrive, given the relatively empty hangar area. He would have to wait for his comrades before taking any action beyond considering the information in front of him. He took the time to review the message. This Captain Zelaas was willing to use deception and guile when traveling through Vizsla space. That likely meant he doubted his ability to fight off a Vizsla force. But that was not a guarantee, more information was needed to be sure.
He continued to review the information. It would help to know what type of vessel The Star Born was before the Clan boarded it.
DM note: It was noticed that the bottom part of the description was cut of. Here is the residual info:
The Star Born is a Remora 18 classification, who’s schematic is linked to your communicator. A biometric scan of the ship shows no less than 5 life forms aboard but cannot account for possible droids. Since they have been disabled is will not be a surprise attack. Expect possible booty traps, entrenched crewmates, and even sabotage. Happy hunting.
The hiss of pneumatic landing gear announced the arrival of Dracaryis, Consul of Clan Vizsla.
Dracaryis exited his ship, and crossed to the comm panel.
He listened intently to the message from Captain Zelaas, studying the features of his armor in the holographic image.
As you study Zelaas’s armor you see a data file arrive for the schematic of The Star Born in a larger display than your comlink.
Dracaryis examined the schematic of the Star Born. He examined the open areas, choke points, and potential ambush locations. The easiest entry was clearly the exit ramp, entering into an area that favored defenders or an ambush.
He spied the airlock. A breach there would give the Mandalorians the element of surprise and immediate access to the crew quarters on the upper decks.
<@173438628058497024> and <@476595775187451913> were the only two that responded to the beacon. Val had a keen eye for scenarios like this. He tapped the comm on his gauntlet.
“Widowmaker 33, Widowmaker 6, over.”
“This is Widowmaker 33, I see the schematics. Looks like an approach to the vessel from the side will avoid the two front cannons. We’ll still need to deal with their turrets though.”
Val looked over the remaining schematics. The vessel was small enough that a response force could reach nearly all potential breach points in short order.
“I should be in the hangar in 3 minutes. Let me see if I can round up another member of Deathwatch or two.” Val keyed his commlink sending a brief message out to the House.
“ <@476595775187451913> you’re probably the best pilot we’ve got here, what do you think?“
“I believe that we should travel using our own vessels instead of limiting ourselves solely to the boarding craft. My ship can carry the boarding shuttles we need and is defensive enough to survive against the turrets until they are destroyed.”
Hector stated while indicating the image of the turrets with his hand.
“As for the boarding itself. I would recommend stun weapons. For this mission we want the armor intact, and using the stun mode on our blasters will allow us to overwhelm the spacer even through his Beskar. I assume that the Clan or client will want to question the spacer to find where he acquired such armor, and stun weapons will also support that goal.”
Evio Nezsa entered the hangar fully geared up, just walking around trying to look impressive as a newcomer to the Clan, with his Mandalorian helmet in one hand, and a flatbread wrap in the other. He wandered into the hangar hoping to enjoy his meal in peace away from others before noticing Hector and Dracaryis already in the hangar looking over schematics and clearly discussing strategy for some type of mission he probably should have been keeping up with the details of instead of preening about. He paused in his tracks, realizing they hadn’t noticed him yet and considered turning to walk away and catch up on the mission before coming back prepared when Dracaryis turned to face him and made eye contact.
“Just here for the mission,” Evio declared, hoping he was expected. In his peripheral vision he could see the blinking missed message indicator on his vambrace, taunting him with all the critical information needed in this exact moment.
Evio moved the flatbread wrap behind his back trying not to make it too obvious as he approached his fellow Clan mates desperately hoping they’d fill him on what he just walked into. His stomach grumbling.
Drac stared at Evio (who he would call Evant from this point forward because he doesn’t like learning new names) for a moment.
“I saw that. No please, continue to enjoy your snack.”
He turned to the other two.
“A multi-prong approach is the best approach. As for weapons, the only rule is no disintegrations-
He turned to <@173438628058497024>
-or thermal grenades.”
Evio waited until everyone was clearly engaged on the mission and walked up joining the group near the terminal and unabashedly took the largest bite of his wrap he possibly could. His mouth now filled as he chewed, conveniently now unable to speak as he looked at the display of a ship and tried to deduce what he had gotten himself into.
Kanal walked into the hanger, later than he had hoped to be. There was some trouble finding one of his vambraces after his most recent drunken stupor. He walked slowly towards the others, clearly fighting a hangover. “Hello ‘veryone. We have some boarding to do, says you?”
Kanal stood as tall as he could.
“Indeed we do.”
The group found themselves onboard the shuttles and rapidly traveled into Vizsla space. As a precaution, Hector ordered the crew of his ship, The Midnight Mynock, to attach an intedictor mine to The Star Born. Even if the engines were fixed, the vessel would not jump to hyperspace until it was removed.
The doors of the boarding shuttles opened, their occupants protected by their sealed armor. The warriors of Clan Vizsla could now disembark and float over to their targeted ship.
There was a palpable energy and buzz in the shuttles as the team closed in the vessel. It was only a matter of time before they entered the turret’s range and real fun would begin. Being a pirate vessel, aftermarket illegal mods would not be unheard of so everyone knew to be on alert for anything. The boarding shuttles’ safe warnings whooped as they kicked on alerting of a targeting system detection. The computer also provided a message that the exit ramp has been sabotaged and potentially tampered with.