An hour after crash landing on Taris, the two parties of Mandalorian and Hyperlane Hustlers finally t above the ruins of what had once quit possibly been the bustling hos of Taris residents. Beskar boots and armour clinked as the group of thirty rcenaries looked out into the surrounding jungle, the trees poking out all around them as thick tree roots made walking a living nightmare.
Thick foliage wet with fresh rain squeaked against their armants as Ned and Mark climbed up onto the hill through thick gnarls in the trees and terrain. Animals blithered above as the thick atmosphere of war lingered dangerously on the edge of perception, dull vibrations from planetary defences shuddering to their feet even this far out from them.
"You didn't die, good job. Now, what is our plan now and when will we be payed?" Yuna queried in a scolding tone, her persona as the leader of Mandalorian Clan Wren taking precedence given the feelings of her fellow clan mbers.
Mark and Ned looked at each other, Ned exhaling before reaching before him... Pulling out a thick sack filled with clinking noises. "Here is half the pay. We still want to embed our faction here in so way, I think the best thing for us to do is to journey towards the Research district... Republic activity had been noted there."
There was so slight movent of heads among Yuna's clan mbers before she turned to the mbers of the Hyperlane Hustlers.
"Right, we'll escort you to the research district." Three from her clan quickly started scanning the surroundings as the other 24 clan mbers walked over and around the two of them, so checking on their physical conditions whilst others quickly began a asured security circle.
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