Justified Looting (Open)

[Faclan]

Brief;
Our favorite Orc/Jiralhanae is trying to become a bit more active on the site and was looking for a chance to RP Big Papa G again. So I was happy to help ^.^. The thread will be his pack as well as a merc cell attacking a former Covenant base now held by loyalists. Looking to take it over and get much loot and captives for honor and moneh!

OOC if you wish to join please post here first;
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Early 2553 of the Human Calender

Target:
Vehicle assembly plant 'Complete Prayer' 
Location:
15 Kilometers out from target.
Jiralhanae mustering camp.

Preparing for deployment.


Pela Gel - T'vaoan Champion
It had sure been a hell of a last few months. The Entourage badly damaged on Reach. Limping home to try and get some extra reinforcements. Then the Schism - lies exposed and alliances collapsed as everyone try to run from those who had the most guns or try to grab more themselves. Kael rushing to protect the home system as the fleets were rallied to destroy the BB II as the Kig-Yar were finally free. Before a lot of those fleets then left to go pirating. As was the desire for most Kigs these days and without a quota of troops to fil there was suddenly a massive glut of fighting males and females who needed a job. And Pirating? There almost wasn't enough bloody ships!

And her sisters death on Reach. But she had gone out ensuring the remains of the Entourage would be able to escape. Her retreived broken wrist blade already on display in the keep in the Heros section. Tal had stayed with Kael to oversee and help her lead Gel into this new universe - perhaps even mate her but it wasn't offical if it was at this point. And so Pela had been given free reign. And had decided to return to fighting. There was much to be taken in this new world and working alongside one of Gels closest allies was an excellent opportunity.

The Champion moving through the boisterous Jiralhanae camp with her new Commandos behind her. It was a shock to be sure. So many years serving in the Covenant where everything was purple and quiet. Orderly. Boring. Where as here everything was a mash of brown and red and roars everywhere. Troops wrestling with each other to keep themselves sharp and get in the mood for raiding. Blades being sharpened with sparks all over and the stink of fur and musk just everywhere. It sure was a change as she held a small holo projector in her arms as well.

Soon arriving at the main Pack Masters tent as her Commandos waited outside. Pela working on setting up the projector so Kael could show up and wish Garatus the best in this raid. She wanted to see her old ally again before the schism made them split. She was always pleased to see old connections and that they were still kicking and chopping at the remains of the Covenant.

[BetaWülf]

Jiralhanae War Chieftain Garatus the Deathless
Mustering Camp
Freedom to Live, Freedom to Die

Garatus stood on the crest of a hill in the center of his Pack's encampment overlooking the bustling of warriors rearing for the chance to fight. The Jiralhanae growled and snarled in delight, sharpening their blades and chambering their projectiles. The Kig-Yar were abustle too, likewise eager for bountiful plunder. Even the Unggoy seemed ecstatic, painting each other's faces and streaking their armor for the fighting to come. The warrior's had gathered to attack a Covenant Loyalist assembly plant dedicated to the manufacture of vehicles for the Human-Covenant War that had since ended. And since that was over, surely these fanatics didn't need it any longer. And that's where the Bloodstone Clan entered the scene. While the Sangheili and Jiralhanae skirmished over territory and blood feuds, as well as fighting amongst themselves in civil conflicts; Garatus had greater ambitions for his people.

While he fought for the Covenant during the Great Schism, it wasn't out of loyalty to them. He served because he swore an oath and if he broke it his Clan would have been in jeopardy. He wouldn't see his people hunted down and slaughtered by zealots and sycophants vying for the favor of the Prophets and whatever puppet leader was in power on Doisac at the behest of their pious masters. But now that the war was over and his species had largely shrugged off the doctrine of the Prophets he was free to lead his Clan into a new era. While peace was still far out on the horizon, Garatus felt it best to monopolize on resources now and focus on pacts and alliances later. Even with his mind turned to fighting, he still had reached out to old friends from his days as a Soldier and was working with his comrade Kael Gel's Clan of Kig-Yar for this assault. He gave them lead over the Kig-Yar already under his command, bolstering their forces with many Ruuhtian and Ibie'Shian. The T'vaoan had suffered greatly though, losing a heavy toll of their population on the assault on the Human world of Reach.

Garatus turned from viewing his mustering force and walked back to his war tent, ducking into the opening in the back. Two of his warriors bashing their fists into their breastplates in salute, the War Chieftain rumbling an acknowledgement in response. He looked down at his holotable, assessing the terrain surrounding the facility and the most ideal positions for troop deployment. His son Rotonus was with him, Garatus feeling it a good opportunity for the boy to earn some reputation and learn the ways of war from his father. The boys armor was a fine and sturdy construction, but it was spotless and unmarred and that was something unacceptable for the Jiralhanae. Some of the warriors had been giving Rotonus a hard time over it, though the only one who overstepped got his left cheeckbone broken by Garatus' fist.

Garatus was in the midst of explaining what areas they avoiding and why, due to likely ambushes and traps when Pela Gel approached, a hand on his son's shoulder and his tone surprisingly calm and gentle for his reputation. He refused the perpetuate the cycle of paternal abuse that was common amongst the leading body of the Jiralhanae, the lesson taught with a bloodied fist could be given just as well with a guiding hand in its place. He looked up as Pela entered the tent, letting out a deep growling chuckle.

"Greetings Champion, I welcome you to my encampment and wish you luck in battle" he said laughing heartily with arms widespread, gesturing to the battlefield glowing in golden on the holotable "I look forward to strengthening our Clan's ties this day, Pela Gel, and bringing glory and prosperous bounty to the Kig-Yar and Jiralhanae in our most honored traditions of conquest" he said with a hint of stoicism in his voice as he extended his forearm in greeting to Pela.

[Faclan]

Back in the camp the Kig-Yar of Garatus and the forces of Gel were mingling well. And as was common when two alternate deployments of Kig-Yar met first was the greetings. Then the swapping. Items from the home planet handed over for weapons looted in battle. Spikers traded for tea. Jiralhanae combat knives, more of short swords to the Kig-Yar, traded for Scatter gun shells. It was an orgy of trade and joy as news was exchanged with the items. Before finally training would begin. The two sides testing each other to get the blood pumping and eyes alert for the coming battle. The Murmellos eager to test the best Kigs that Garatus had been able to recruit and throwing a few over their shoulders as they goaded them to better heights! To forge them stronger to take all the lot! Get all the mates!

Of the Entourage only about fifteen of the sixty four Kigs were T'vaoan. Pela, her Commandos, half of the Murmellos, and a few spread among the lower ranks. Kael had pulled back the massive deployments they used to have to focus on rebuilding. And babies. There would be time for conquest. And it helped to better show her outlook that the Kig-Yar as a people need to be united if they wanted to be a major player in this new world stage. So more than ever the other breeds were finding themselves in the Gel fold. Much to their delight and differing skills welcome in the formally stagnant warrior Entourages.

"Hail Chieftain Garatus and First son Rotonus," Pela responded with her own salute before setting the projector on the table. "I can already hear our forces getting together well. An excellent portent of things to come." Aecor would be pleased of despite the different backgrounds the forces being united in joy of conquest and loot. But as the Covenant had only recently collapsed Pela kept the praises to herself. Religion not being a hot topic of good conversation these days. After setting up the projector and flipping it on she grasped the massive mit of Garatus as she responded. "After the safe return of Scion Roh there are not many ties stronger Chieftain - but a bounty gained together is always good to show that we are united in our alliance for the future."

The projector crackling to life as Kael could be seen all blue and holographic as she leaned back against her desk. Commodore now and so unfortunately too busy to be going raiding like this. And it showed as she 'looked' around the tent that was being projected back to her as she shook her head. "And here I sit in a quiet office watching the sun set and the youths finishing the days training - while you lucky sods get to go raiding!" A big smile on her face as her small hologram turned to Garatus and snapped him a crisp salute. "Great to see you still around Garatus, and your son is growing up excellently - I have the utmost belief in your ability to raise him into a grand leader of your people in this new universe." Head turning around to nod at Pela before she looked around the room again. "So come on, don't keep an old bird like me waiting - whats the target? Whats the score?"

[Trooper]

Tags: BetaWülf Faclan
Jadarus, Bloodstone warrior
Base camp
"Take in the moment"

Blood had been spilled across the galaxy as the preeminent galactic power collapsed on itself during the Great Schism. The battles that followed after turned old allies against one another, and loyalties were tested all along the chain of command. Jadarus had followed Chieftain Garatus from battle to battle serving with the same goal to join his clan permanently. That was until the war ended and the Bloodstone tribe could focus on building itself up instead of a ever brewing war. Part of this new goal was to teach and help bring up new honored clansmen , which Jadarus had received. Jadarus had finally joined a clan and had a place where he was accepted as part of the clan instead of just another warrior of the covenant. Brachus had received a similar offer, agreeing to serve as Garatus' Armory master, as well as continuing his craft as a blade smith.  

Jadarus emerged from the tent he and Brachus shared. The wind blowing across his fur carrying the scents of his clan and the warriors they brought with them. The sound of battle preparations blasting through the camp, the excitement like a sweet treat one could not simply ignore. Jadarus sat down drawing the blades he had carried since his time as a minor in the covenant.  They had served him well these many years and would now taste the blood of the warriors he would've called ally in the past. 

"You seem comfortable for someone about to go into battle." Brachus said as he walked down toward the tent. "It seems the horde stirs for battle, and the Kig-yar reinforcements from Clan Gel arrived. Bringing in new supplies to trade." He said holding a small bag Jadarus assumed to be said supplies. 

"We shall see what the day brings, but that is refreshing to hear." Jadarus did the best smile he could with his broken jaw. Brachus nodded ebfore going into the tent to stash his new found gear. "I shall go see if the Kig-yar have anything I'd like to have, I may even sell my war blades." Jadarus joked as he stood up and headed into the more bustling side of camp. He saw many of the veterans showing off or comparing war stories, many of the younger generation clustered around to hear. Others were making busy sharpening blades, loading ammunition, eating, or bragging, but he saw no one sleeping, only eager faces for the battle to come. He heard an altercation brewing between one of the younger Jiralhanea and what sounded like a Kig-yar. As he peered around the left side of a large crate he saw an Ibie'shan against the wall a Jiralhanea holding a spiker toward them. Jadarus kept hidden to hear what the issue was before charging in.

"You cheated!, You had to you filthy pirate. Give me my money back or Ill take it back. " The Jiralhanea threatened. It took a moment but he quickly recognized the transgressor as Fulvar, one of the youngest whelps on the mission. Jadarus also knew Fulvar had some minor issues with gambling since the he spent a lot of time with the Kig-yar who would gamble with their weapons.

"I don't know what you're talking about, I have never seen you before." The Ibie'shan squawked. Jadarus stepped forward between the two his hand up encase Fulvar tried to attack.  

"Fulvar, what are you doing now is not the time to antagonize our own forces!" Jadarus growled. 

"He stole my carbine and now i'm going to take it back by force." Fulvar lied. His eyes glaring up in defiance toward Jadarus' interruption. Jadarus did not break eye contact as he stepped closer to the smaller Jiralhanea. 


"Go tell Brachus you lost your carbine in a wager, before I teach you a lesson." Jadarus ordered as he heard the Ibie'shan slip away. Fulvar was full fo fury and arrogance and ebfore Jadarus could react he felt a blow acorss his jaw from Fulvar's off hand. 

"You let him get away! Now hes going to his with the others." Fulvar growledas he went for another swing. This time Jadarus was ready as he took a step back form the whelp. 

"If it's a fight you want, it's a fight you've got you filty maggot." Jadarus said as he assumed a better stance to fight in. 

(OOC: Wow it has been a hot minute since I've been able to play big J. I hope the fight with this NPC is okay until we get the ball rolling on the actual assault.)