Thread: The Call of Manda (Atroxa & Rivine)

Adenn strode down the halls of the ship, feeling rather naked. It had been months since he had been able to don his beskar'gam, but the mission had demanded it. If he had known what he was getting himself into five months before when he had taken this job, he might have had second thoughts. Considering how many months he had been immersed in this mission he likely could have had several others, but none that paid as well as this. But the money was not all that he cared about, not even close. What meant more to him was his reputation. How many others in his line of work could say that they had assassinated an Imperial warlord? Of course it would also make him a wanted man in more sectors then he cared to imagine, but that was only if he was identified. Finally he came to the access hatch he wanted. He did not look around to see if anyone was watching him or in the hall, instead he just opened it and acted like he was going about his business. After all, he was just a technician. The Mandalorian made his way down the maintenance access corridor, moving quickly. There was nobody there, which is what he expected, and he was glad that that was the case. Leaving bodies behind would make things far more complicated. He soon moved into a small nook off the corridor and quickly fetched out a bag that was secreted away. He paused for a moment, then quickly opened the duffel, a small smile tugging up at the corners of his lips. He knelt and ran some fingers over the breastplate of his armor. The armor was a family heirloom, passed down for five generations. His family's blood was in the armor and he had to believe that his ancestors would be watching over him today. With that thought steeling him, his desire to honor his family, he stood and quickly began to strip out of his Imperial uniform. It took the Adenn only a mater of minutes to don his armor. He made a few final adjustments before he slid his helmet on and made sure that it sealed. As the HUD came up he felt far more comfortable, more alive, more himself. He stood there for several seconds more, focusing his mind. Then he turned and strode out into the corridor once more. His steps were confident, determined. It did not take him long to reach access hatch that he wanted. He reached down to his belt and removed a small grenade from it. He then opened the hatch ever so slightly and waited. His HUD told him the time and he knew that soon the guard would be changed in front of the admiral's quarters. He waited and soon enough the troopers marched by. As they passed he tossed his grenade at one of their backs. The small explosive adhered to the stormtrooper's armor and Adenn smiled inside of his helmet. He counted then one, two, three... continuing until he counted to eleven. When it did he pressed a button on his bracer. The sound of a detonation echoed through the halls and he allowed the hatch to slide open fully. He stepped out into the hall, calmly reaching down to his left hip and drawing his blaster pistol. He brought the weapon up as he came around the corner that lead to the admiral's quarters. There were a score of stormtroopers there, some regaining their feet, others laying dead. Calmly the Mandalorian began to fire, dropping any that were moving at all and putting shots into those who did not, just to be safe. Soon enough he was over to the pad to access the door and calmly hooked his datapad too it and started the hacking sequence. It took only moments for the program he had running to do it's job and the door slid open. He detached his datapad before he stepped into the admiral's personal quarters, pistol at the ready, the carnage behind him easily visible despite the slight amount of smoke that drifted in as well.