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Jan 14, 2009 19:23:09 GMT -5
Post by Mara on Jan 14, 2009 19:23:09 GMT -5
[For all the spec ops peoples to hang out and stuff... If not in one of the specific areas...]
Via military landspeeder, Second Lieutenant Ambria Arcane made her way to her new base, the special operations base of the Mandalorian army. Though Mandalorians were usually not keen to have any desire of trepidation, Ambria did have a small sense of the unknown as she flew along, her bags packed sitting beside her in the back seat. Having spent the last ten years of her life involved with the army in some way, shape or form, she didn't know what to expect in the special ops. All she knew was that her CO had expressed an interest in her transfer there, seeming to think she would thrive there. Without hesitation, Ambria had taken the offer, leaving her family of ten years, her second family.
There was also her other family, her biological family back on Mandalore. She had forced herself to rarely think about them because of the thoughts it brought back to her, about the actions she had taken. Thoughts of whether they would accept her back, Mandalorian code or not, because of her sudden desertion at the death of her husband at the young age of 16. She had thanked whatever gods were listening that he had not left any children behind. Children that would have bound her to her life in the small community outside of Keldabe. One of life's small, and few, pleasures. Ambria dared not think about the rest of her family, her in-laws, her parents, her brothers. She had a new life now.
The wind whistled by as she watched off to the side, the sparse buildings passing her by. Without much time to herself, she was still clad in her dark amber armor, battle worn, scraped and blotted with dents. She would have a couple days to herself, her former CO had said once she arrived on base. Ambria was looking forward to the quiet time. Perhaps she would fix up her armor and clean her rifles and blasters. It would be peaceful, but she would keep busy to keep the dreadful thoughts away from her. Maybe if she could find a nice bath of hot water to soak in, that would be even nicer. Ambria allowed herself a smile at this.
She noticed the sounds of the landspeeder's engine decreasing and forced herself back into the present; it was slowing, arriving in front of the Special Operations HQ. The home base for her now. Ambria thanked the driver after he helped bring her things into the simple utilitarian but pleasingly furnished lobby. With a salute and a small credit chip she let him go. Wasting no time, she headed to the desk to introduce herself and figure out where she would be stashing her things and bunking while not on duty.
Pointed the way to the officers' quarters--it still felt strange to her being referred to as an officer--she found an empty room and had her bags and luggage cases brought there. Ambria unpacked her belongings, mostly items pertaining to her military career: weapons and clothing and other small items like her meager medical supplies gained throughout the years. She put everything away where they could easily be reached and stashed the empty cases in her small wardrobe. Then she had nothing else to do but try out her new cot, and it was surprising comfortable and soft when she sat on the edge of it. With a glance at her chrono, she peeled off her armor and slipped into something more comfortable--fatigues--and laid down on the bed without taking time to pull the covers back. Just a short nap before it was time to head to the mess hall for some lunch.
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Jan 25, 2009 0:31:19 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Jan 25, 2009 0:31:19 GMT -5
Italia was a mercenary. Not some over stuffed, fluffed up, big headed mando military officer. She'd never desired to be one. No, this was her home. That was why she was here, on this out of the way part of the planet...psh, who was she kidding, the whole planet was out of the way. Family, something she'd not been too fond of, was her reason for being here today. Her mother was sick, and her father was away. Typically, the woman wouldn't have cared much, but they were her only parents, and she'd been out of a job anyway. Despite all of this, however, the young woman was pleased that her mother was fairing much better and her father was soon returning...she was NOT pleased, however, to find that the military had decided to put a base so near to her home.
Whether it was curiosity, or annoyance, that brought the auburn here today, she didn't fully know, but she came. It wasn't long after she had gone hunting, returning with what few small animals she could find. Italia didn't mind, however, that the things she hunted were small. The smaller the quarry, the more difficult to find, and more difficult to catch...and that suited her well. It was with a string of these small quarries that she passed by the military branch and paused to gaze at it.
Her father had always thought working for Mandalore was a job full of honor...but...what did he know? Mandalore was like so many others she'd heard of...only caring for the thrill of killing and expanding territory. Not something SHE wanted to be a part of, thank you VERY much.
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Jan 26, 2009 20:47:00 GMT -5
Post by Mara on Jan 26, 2009 20:47:00 GMT -5
Ambria slowly awoke with a yawn but snapped awake and sat up when she realized the time. She had fallen asleep and missed lunch hours at the mess hall. Oh, well, she didn't feel all too hungry in the first place. Fully awake now, the dark-skinned woman had time to take in her surroundings. A sparse utilitarian but cozy room with just a wardrobe, dresser, cot and a desk and chair. A small door leading to her personal refresher. It suited her just fine.
She stretched her arms out before standing. A wrong move, as she quickly heard a couple joints cranking as she did so. Sleeping in her fatigues, while soft, still made her stiff in all the wrong places. Ambria decided it would be a good time to find out how nice of a refresher she had and get in a good sanisteam or maybe even a bath. Yes, a bath sounded good. Maybe sprinkle in some fragrant herbs and relax her tired and sore muscles. The second lieutenant hadn't had much time for recreation after her last battle and subsequent transferal to the special operations. Now was as good a time as ever to relax.
Gathering up a freshly pressed uniform from her wardrobe, she laid it out on her bed and stripped down, revealing her prosthetic leg. Naked, she opened the door to her refresher and was pleasantly surprised to see it was fairly clean. A little outdated but homey. Ambria ran the tap in the tub before going back into her main room to see if she had any bath salts or herbs to add to the water. Coming up with a few dried herbs, she headed back and sprinkled them into the water and closed off the tap.
After testing that the water was warm, she carefully balanced on her biological leg and removed her fake one, setting it down beside her. Holding onto a nearby rod for added support, she hopped into the tub with the small splash of someone used to getting into water with one leg. Slowly she sat down and laid back against the side of the tub and let the water envelop her. Ah, this was the life.
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Jan 27, 2009 12:52:18 GMT -5
Post by Jace on Jan 27, 2009 12:52:18 GMT -5
Bane wasn't exactly in the best of moods as he was finally arriving at the Special Operations Headquarters. He had just stolen a Centaurion from the Republic, and barely managed to escape. They then had to take a obscenely annoying series of jumps to get back to Concord Dawn without being followed. After that he wasn't even able to make his way back to HQ for hours. He then had to hand over the ship to the Navy and that was a grueling procedure.
His squad finally got to the ground an hour ago, and Bane's work was just beginning. He told us squad to get as much rest as they could get, for they would be off on their next mission soon. This one wasn't going to be any easier than the last one, in fact it would probably be harder.
He shook his head to dispel those thoughts, he had a job to focus on. He was heading to HQ to see how things were going, maybe pick up another member or two, and brief the squad. With Tarria going on leave, the squad was down to three and they were going to need more than that.
As he was approaching the HQ entrance, he noticed a woman standing there. She didn't seem to exactly belong, but he could tell that she carried herself well. He thought he would see what she was all about, he was always recruiting.
He walked up to Italia and introduced himself
"I am Lieutenant Colonel Haseful, you don't seem to be in the military. May I ask what brings you to our fine establishment on this wonderful day?" He questioned in a relatively emotionless voice.
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Jan 27, 2009 13:22:48 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Jan 27, 2009 13:22:48 GMT -5
Italia had been about to leave when something caught her eye. A flash of armor and then voices. Turning once again, she was just in time to see a man walk up to her and introduce himself. Raising an eyebrow she smirked slightly, wondering if this guy was honestly talking like he was. Really..."fine establishment"..."wonderful day"? He was practically a walking advertisement! Snickering slightly at the thought, she wondered how to deal with the new situation. After a moment debating on if she should just turn and leave or not, Italia decided it was best to just play nice for now. Just because he was military didn't mean she couldn't be civil.
Italia Firians, a pleasure.
She greeted, holding out a hand for him to shake and withdrawing it as soon as she was able, her white, blue and black armor a stark contrast to his black, green and red armor. Clever emerald green eyes watched him as if looking at a face, though his helmet was still on. It was habit she supposed.
As for what I'm doing here, well...do you want the truth?
She asked, quirking an eyebrow at him. Not giving him a chance to answer, she continued on.
I was returning from a short hunt and noticed the building here. Apparently I wasn't around when it was being built, so I decided to come over and see what it was all about before heading home once more.
The reply was simple enough, though her voice held a slight hint of amusement at the whole situation. Really, why HAD they put a building here in the middle of no where? Didn't they know better? If you wanted recruits you put your building near a town, not in the middle of farm lands.
It seems you've just arrived. I trust you know the planet well enough? If so, maybe you could tell me exactly WHY the military decided to build a base in the middle of farm lands?
Really...as if it wasn't difficult enough farming on this rock without idiots building military bases in the middle of the corn fields.
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Jan 27, 2009 14:18:50 GMT -5
Post by Zarkan on Jan 27, 2009 14:18:50 GMT -5
Arkandos watched the rolling hills of the plains roll by as the heavy repulsor lift hauler streaked across the open farmland. Finally the hauler stopped and the massive cyborg slipped off the hauler and pulled a repulsor powered cargo pallet before the hauler left he waved to a young boy who was frantically waving at the cyborg. As the hauler finally disappeared over the horizon he lifted a small round disk his most prized procession to his eyes activating the small holo recording which bathed him in a light green glow as three people clad in armor. A woman a man and a much younger man people and faces long forgotten to all those save for himself staring the ancient one observed the looping holo recording for almost an hour in the bright sun of the plains before finally deactivating it and latching it to the left side of his chest and looked over the plains spotting the head quarters of the unit glittering in the distance. A Light hiss could be heard as the lower portion of the robotic mass' torso fell open bathing the transparent aluminum tank containing the last trace of Ark's humanity in the bright light. Turning he activated the cargo puller and began the two mile trek to the base.
Ark's long tireless strides brought him to the HQ in a practical blink and he could finally see Bane and another short woman he had not seen before conversing. Finally closing in ark began noticing difficulty walking looking down he saw that the construction had left a massive dirt pit surrounding the HQ one that was causing the thirteen hundred pound ark to sink past the middle of his shins. With a exasperated sigh he began slogging his way the rest of the way as quitely as he could closing within twenty meters before speaking. "Bane, How many times have I told you not to smooch the local girls." the old man said with a jolly if electronically altered laugh before attempting to answer the girl with a equally non serious statement. "I believe they didn't want us damaging anything important if we got into a argument." Arkandos shook his head or rather his whole body before nodding to the woman. "I am Honorary Lieutenant Colonel Arkandos Phelan though I've been called Phelan the Eternal before." Ark finally registered the dropping temperature. "Bah," he said before grasping them both by the shoulders as he easily towered over them. "Come you both must be getting cold besides this old man would like to get inside before I rust or sink to my neck in this mud bog."
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Jan 27, 2009 18:11:23 GMT -5
Post by Mara on Jan 27, 2009 18:11:23 GMT -5
A relaxing hour later, Ambria's water was getting quite cold, and she was sure her skin was pretty wrinkly from being submerged so long. Regretfully, she sat up straight and turned pulled the plug to let the water drain out. It would make her even colder, but it would be easier to get back out without any water hindering her movements.
After the water emptied, a shivering Ambria Arcane carefully stood up and propped herself against the wall, preparing to hop back out of the tub. But before she was about to jump out, a spasm of shivers jolted her. So it was on to plan B: she gently levered herself down to sit on the edge of the tub and from there she toweled off her stub in order to replace her prosthetic leg back.
Standing on her two legs again, she dried off the rest of her body and wrapped herself in a threadbare but warm robe while she cleaned up around the refresher. There was no need to dry her hair as it was short enough to dry in the surrounding air in mere minutes.
Ambria finished up and switched off the light panel before heading back into her room proper and pulling on the dress uniform she had laid out earlier. She wasn't used to wearing it; it still had the creases in it from when she picked it up years ago and smelled of ambition. Standing in front of her small mirror, the young woman regarded herself, trying to rub out some of the deep folds from when it was steamed. Her rank bar glinted a bit in the sunlight pouring from the small window before she turned away from her appearance.
It was probably time to go socialize, she thought. Or at least leave her room and explore the rest of the building. Closing her door behind her, she left the boarding area of the HQ building and headed down the hall, figuring on seeing if she get a bit of dinner in the small mess hall.
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Jan 27, 2009 19:07:04 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Jan 27, 2009 19:07:04 GMT -5
No sooner had she spoken to the man before her than she again saw the metallic glint of something else in the distance. It approached rapidly and seemed to be brining a cargo pallet with it. Blinking, the reflection of sun off glass made her squint slightly. It wasn't until the...thing...got closer that she could see it was a droid or something of the sort, and it was HUGE. Her mouth dropping open slightly, and one side of it lifting in a disbelieving smile, she noticed the brain settled inside the central body of the armor beast.
...it was a....CYBORG?!....oh god.
If the woman hadn't been surprised enough seeing it, when it came over, she noted that it was shin deep sunk into the dirt and raised and eyebrow. Just how heavy WAS this thing?! The ground felt sturdy enough for her! Though, to be fair, this hefty guy wasn't much smaller than a fighter! When it finally stopped, the cyborg spoke and Italia had to force herself to shut her mouth, instead blinking slightly stupidly and biting back a laugh as a smile played just below the surface of her visage.
Oh...oh this was something else. She'd seen some STRANGE things, but this just topped them all.
Hearing his first statement, Italia couldn't help but laugh and shake her head. How...HOW did she find herself in such strange places with the oddest of company?! Really...people with bird wings from experiments, older than dirt and biologically enhanced mandos carrying giant swords, and now giant cyborgs with brains in their centers?! What was next? A talking and bleeding ship? A gun wielding Jedi?! Next thing you knew, she'd be joining the military! Ha! When Hutts fly.
His next sentence made her bristle slightly, and her previously humor filled and disbelieving eyes were hard and serious, a swift change, but not without it's reason. She barely heard his name before she replied.
No offense, Lieutenant Colonel, but that's the stupidest reason I've ever heard. I know of minimalizing casualties, but instead of choosing a place where no people get injured, they choose the farmland that supplies the food for the planet? Brilliant....bloody brilliant. This base gets taken over and they have immediate access to our food supply allowing whatever enemy to entrench themselves and starve the rest of us into submission as those of us who can fight try to dig them out?
Huffing, she was at a loss of where on the giant cyborg to glare to get her point across so she simply glared at it as a whole the best she could. Feeling it's heavy hand come down on her shoulder, she stubbornly stayed rigid, her knees barely buckling under the weight. As he spoke for the third time, she blinked, having barely noticed the temperature change. To her it was like this all the time. Then again, she'd been born here. Shrugging to show that she didn't particularly care one way or the other, she allowed herself to be steered into the base by the cyborg. It wouldn't harm her to go inside...but she might want to make it clear that she wasn't part of the military before she got herself into any trouble.
Um...you DO realize, that I'm not part of the military, correct?
She said, eying the cyborg seeing as she was speaking primarily to him. In hind sight, her statement might not have been the best to make, seeing as she didn't want to piss of the one thing here that could crush her like a rotten bit of fruit, but to be honest, she was less frightened by the cyborg. Out of the two she had just spoken to he seemed...oddly enough...the more human of them.
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Jan 27, 2009 20:18:50 GMT -5
Post by Jace on Jan 27, 2009 20:18:50 GMT -5
Bane remained silent as he was unceremoniously pushed into the Headquarters by a big chunk of metal that had lived for almost 400 years. He walked down the hallway with the other two, and after a few paces began to speak.
"Well Miss Firians, we didn't put this base here, it was an old Republic one. We took it back in the days of the militia and it is out of the way of the rest of the military installations. We are Special Operations, we like to stay under the radar as you can imagine"
Bane wasn't much of a people person, but he did respect the fact that Italia spoke her mind and didn't play around the bush...a true Mandalorian.
"You may not be part of the military but you are a Mandalorian, and everyone else in the galaxy basically believes those two terms to be synonymous with each other."
He strode down the hallway, returning the various salutes to the soldiers he passed by. He took a sharp right that led to the opening of the mess hall.
"Anyways miss Firians, why don't you tell me what exactly it is you do? I am sorry but I do not have much time so I will have to listen while I eat."
He didn't wait for her response, either she came or she didn't, Bane's courtesy had its limits. As soon as he entered, every soldier there stood up and saluted, he quickly returned the suit.
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Jan 27, 2009 21:23:28 GMT -5
Post by Zarkan on Jan 27, 2009 21:23:28 GMT -5
"It was a joke my dear." Arkandos said as he stepped gingerly or at least for a thirteen hundred pound cyborg can gingerly do anything as he spoke. "To answer your question I believe we are out here for security's sake, but don't you worry anyone wanting this base would have to come through me first. Which I also assure you is quite impossible." he said with the flat tone of some one stating a well known fact. Ark looked at the woman with his dull red photo receptors. "You are Mandalorian are you not one of my vod, that is good enough for me to welcome you with open arms." Arkandos watched many a vod squeeze against the sides of the hall as arkandos passed. "Bane, don't be so uncivil boy, or I will bend you over my knee." he said half seriously as he spoke to the much younger man before turning to the girl. "Ignore his sharp edges I regret the fellow ship among the far flung class is far diminished from what it was in my day." he said glaring as best as a assault droid head could glare at bane before looking doubt fully at the mesh entrance as they both entered before him. With a deep say the cyborg crouched turned side ways into the door...and promptly go stuck. "Um.." ark said as he looked about before finally grunting and ripping the durasteel frame out of the duracrete and ripping the frame off himself. "Who designed this place I mean really." he said as a joke holding the mangled frame by him.
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Jan 27, 2009 22:01:02 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Jan 27, 2009 22:01:02 GMT -5
Following the mando man's lead, she headed into the building. As he spoke, she felt her mirth simmering into a defensive mood. So he thought he knew what the base was hmm?
I'm afraid you're wrong. This was no republic base. It was recently built. I would know since I was born not a stones throw from here on one of those farms you can see from the top of this hill.
Just who did he think he was anyway? Yes, the cyborg...Arkandos...was most certainly more human than THIS man.
As for my job...it varies from day to day. I work as a bounty hunter and a mercenary as well. I've done everything from information gathering, to hunting, to being a body guard.
She replied, her voice taking on an edge it hadn't had before. As Arkandos spoke, Italia turned her head to look at him. A joke, hmm? Some joke...she thought mildly irritated now.
You'll have to excuse me for not finding it funny, as I said, my family owns one of these farms, and despite my not following in their footsteps I still care about the place.
She replied with a half smile to the cyborg. His next statements brought a smile back to her face, however, and the mild irritation ebbed away. Offering the...brain...cyborg...person...a smile, she nodded.
I can accept that Arkandos....or should I call you Lieutenant Colonel? And I appreciate your sentiment. It's good to know that my family aren't the only ones still upholding that tradition.
She replied simply, pausing at the door. At Arkandos' admonitions, Lia snickered slightly and pressed her lips together to keep herself from grinning and laughing. There were quite a few questions buzzing around in her head now due to the current conversation, and she decided she would corner Arkandos about them later.
It's alright. I'm used to it by now. Few find my job appealing, and so vod or no, I tend to get the same reactions. Luckily there are still some of clans still around who think like you do....though I have to say...it's odd having a....
She paused then, unsure if his being a cyborg was a touchy subject or not with the other.
It's odd that you're more human than Mr Grouchy over here.
Italia mused, gabbing a thumb over her shoulder at Bane, who had vanished into the mess hall only a second prior. Seeing the cyborg get stuck, she put a hand to her mouth and hurried over to see if she could help. Obviously he didn't need it, but well, there was no harm in being concerned.
Well...like I said previously...idiots built this base here. I'm sure that the ones who designed it were idiots as well.
With a wink, she grinned at him and brought the long strands of beads over her shoulder, waiting for Arkandos to lead the way. She was far out of her league at the moment, so she felt slightly better sticking close to the friendly, if not intimidating looking, cyborg.
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Jan 27, 2009 23:23:31 GMT -5
Post by Jace on Jan 27, 2009 23:23:31 GMT -5
Bane shrugged as Italia claimed that the base was in face new and not old.
"Oh I guess my mind must be slipping, that was the old Militia HQ, those were the good days."
He turned as he hard a loud sound, and noticed as Ark had once again got himself stuck in another doorway. Bane really wasn't amused by the whole thing, this had been about the 20th time he had seen it happen. With a Quick "Excuse me" he walked off to get some.
As he was getting his food a few things ran through his mind
So she is a mercenary, that could be quite useful, considering she probably has a plethora of useful skills. Without Tarria we could use another person who has a wide range if not specialized skills. She seems to have taking a liking to Ark, then again so do most people who aren't too intimidated by his appearance....I suppose there are worse...We need experienced soldiers and she has got the looks of a professional.
Bane could have had a large amount of troops under his command, but that wasn't his style. He had a few, but they were the best, equal to a battalion of any army. They were fierce, they were loyal, and they were the deadliest thing this side of the galaxy. Sadly there was only one of him, and he couldn't lead every mission that Spec Ops participated in.
Bane ran a hand over the side of his face which he noticed was rough and he sighed. He felt much older than he really was, but he was nowhere near his limit. Bane was harsh and cold but he was also very loyal and protective of his people. He grabbed a seat at an open table, and pressed his forehead quickly, he didn't have much time to eat.
He raised his hand, motioning for Italia to come over and join him. When she approached him Bane didn't waste any formalities...
"Miss Firias, the Special Operations could use someone of your talent in our next mission. You need not be considered part of the military as you don't seem to take to it. I can tell you are a woman of honor, so are we at Spec Ops. Spec Ops is less of a Military organization and more of a family. Because we take on the hardest missions, we form the strongest bonds, not easily broken."
Bane realizing that he was starting to talk more than he usually did, suddenly stopped talking.
"Oh and that clanker we call a Lieutenant Colonel will be joining us"
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Jan 27, 2009 23:42:04 GMT -5
Post by Zarkan on Jan 27, 2009 23:42:04 GMT -5
"Yes, I suppose your right my dear." Ark said to Italia as he tossed the mangled durasteel frame over the head of several soldiers sitting to the left of him. "Please call my Ark, italia Lieutenant Colonel is simply a honorary title I'm technically a civilian." Shaking his "head" it almost looked like he was staring out in the distance. "It wasn't until after the war that the mandalorians became bitter as so many are. Lost their way in the shadow and loneliness." Ark laughed quickly to ease the tension. "Bah, ignore me I'm just a old brain in a jar." Ark stopped moving towards Bane's spot as he turned to look at Italia. "Do no be too swift to judge Bane, he is over worked and under a great deal of stress, but he is a good mandalorian one to make his clan proud." Ark said with a great deal of pride almost as if the spec-ops commander was his own son before laying a arm on Italia's shoulders carefully laying just the slightest percentage of it's weight on her and finally meeting bane. After the commander spoke Ark was about to reaffirm bane's point when he called the ancient cyborg a clanker. "Oh, bane you wound me, scrubber boy." he said referring to the commander's lost bet with the sadly leaving warrant officer.
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Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Jan 28, 2009 0:17:03 GMT -5
Looking up at the cyborg, she nodded at his words and smiled slightly, though her eye grew wide as he tossed the twisted metal frame over the heads of some unsuspecting officers. Cringing slightly as they ducked out of the way, she chuckled a bit and shook her head, the beads over her hair clicking together slightly as she did so. It was odd how this behemoth of a cyborg could make her feel so at home in a place she was so unaccustomed to.
Alright, Ark. Thank you for...well, just thank you.
She replied putting a hand against the cold metal of the cyborg's side. Just an old brain eh? Well sometimes that's all that mattered.
Old brain or old man, it matters little as long as one is willing to pass on knowledge and kindness to the next generation. Right?
She said with another wink.
Besides, you're a very handsome old brain, and I'm sure I could learn a thing or two from you, young pup that I am.
Italia added with a giggle, hoping to lighten the mood. Her eyes turned to the man who had been walking with them before and she sighed slightly.
I'm not trying to be hard on him, but...he could be less cold even under stress. The sign of a good leader isn't always in his decisions, but the way he act toward those around him.
Hmph, but who am I to judge?
She replied as he settle his hand on her shoulder. Walking over toward Bane, she sat down across from him and settled her arms on the table, emerald eyes glinting intelligently out at him from under auburn hair. Listening to him once again, Italia couldn't help but wonder once more if this guy really was human, or if he was really the cyborg. Smirking slightly, she rolled her eyes. "Still trying to recruit me I see..." she mused, a quiet smile settling on her face. At least he recognized that she wasn't all fun and games. Putting up a hand to stop him, she shook her head slightly.
Look, I'm not up for recruitment. If you want my help I'll give it, but it's got to be something worth doing, and I need to know I'll be allowed to make my own decisions on how I act. I'm not good at taking orders from people I don't yet trust. Besides, I'm not even sure if I'd be able to help you, and...of course...I don't work for free.
She replied simplistically. If they wanted her help for some reason or other, she wanted to at least be able to make her limits well known.
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Jan 28, 2009 0:47:06 GMT -5
Post by Jace on Jan 28, 2009 0:47:06 GMT -5
Bane finished spooning the last of his meal into his mouth, and then wiped it before continuing.
"As I stated before, we are not recruiting you, but we could use you for this mission. When I saw 'we' I mean not me and the Special Operations but Mandalorians as a whole"
He paused before laying out exactly what they were doing, he wasn't exactly comfortable giving information for a secret mission to a stranger but she was a Mando.
"We are going to sneak into Coruscant and steal a Basilisk droid which were used in the wars, from the Republic Museum.
As a mercenary I am sure you have multiple connections and smuggling options available to you which could make things quite a bit easier for us. You also a wide range of skills and that is also something we could use.You will of course be properly compensated for your efforts."
He stopped and then his eyes hardened and his tone was cold dead serious.
"There is a reason we have a chain of command, if every soldier went and did what they wanted, there would be alot more dead soldiers out there. You may not be part of the military but you will need to be able to take orders from me. If I see that you will do anything to jeopardize the safety of my squad....I will bury you out there.
I told you before, once you become part of the squad, it is like a family. By being part of the squad you are putting your life in the squads hands, and we are putting our lives in yours....never forget that.
We could greatly use someone of your talent, but if you think I am here to baby sit some little girl who wants to frolic on a whim...you are dead wrong"
Bane wasn't trying to be harsh but it was true, if soldiers didn't take orders, the squad would fall apart and people would die. He could use the merc's skills but if she was going to fool around, he could definitely find someone else.
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Jan 28, 2009 1:12:01 GMT -5
Post by Zarkan on Jan 28, 2009 1:12:01 GMT -5
Ark couldn't help, but laugh at italia. "A handsome old brain aye?" Ark would have furrowed his brows if he had some as italia and bane went back and forth. "Listen I know the world, hell the universe has changed, but still the mere honor of fighting for mandalore should be enough to push you to aid." he said some what sadly pained that so many mandolorians had lost sight of the honor of their clans and of mandalore. Arkandos looked at the hand print left deep into the metal table. "I have given everything for my people surely a few weeks of your time is a little price to pay for your brothers and sisters." his dull red photorecptors unblinking stare belayed the conviction of his words. "If that is not sufficient I can possibly pay your time until you see reason."
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Jan 28, 2009 1:33:18 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Jan 28, 2009 1:33:18 GMT -5
Hearing the two of them berate her in their own separate ways amused Italia to no end, and she actually let out a chuckle, her face and eyes showing her merriment. Good, this 'Bane' had proven himself trustworthy to her, and Ark...well, he didn't need to. Looking at both of them in turn she shook her head slightly.
You've both made your points quite clear. Bane, I'll address you first.
She stated, turning her still sparkling eyes to the miffed looking male.
First off, thank you. Thank you for proving to me that you're more than just talk. I'm sure that statement alone will offend you, but it's the truth. I've spent far to much time around people who say one thing and do another. You're...little tirade....a moment ago simply showed me that I don't need to be worried about trusting you. Secondly, I did NOT mean that I would ignore your commands. I'm far less stupid than all of that, and I do not pretend to think of myself as infallible. I simply meant it as this: I don't like killing. I do my best to prevent it...if you command me to kill needlessly I will be faced with a moral dilemma that will prove to be problematic.
This third point deals with both of your concerns, Bane...Ark.
You call it compensation, I call it pay....either way I only ask for enough to feed myself and make repairs. If you can feed me and repair my gear if it comes to that, there is no further compensation needed. Anything else I might earn would simply go to my parents anyway. Farmers on this planet struggle, and so even if I were to turn away this offer, my earnings would go mainly to those three things anyway. I'm not one to ask for more than needed simply to line my pockets. I just want to make ends meet for myself and my family.
This said, she sighed and shook her head again. Really, what did they think she was? She was mandolorian, she wanted to see her people recover and thrive just like anyone else, but things weren't easy. If they thought she was simply in this for money, they were dead wrong.
I hope that I've now made myself clear to you both. I'd be happy to help you, and for only enough as it would take to keep myself alive. If that's too much to ask, however, I have no problem in leaving since we would be at an impasse.
Italia sighed and gazed at the both of them, hoping she'd made herself clear this time around. It sounded like they were going to be doing something that needed doing, and they really could use all the help they could get. Even if they turned her away now, she might very well just follow them anyway.
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Jan 28, 2009 12:41:41 GMT -5
Post by Jace on Jan 28, 2009 12:41:41 GMT -5
Bane listened quietly to everything she said, his hands crossed over his chest. Well it looks like she had decided to join them, Bane felt a little relief in the stress he was feeling.
He gave her a hard look for a few more seconds, and then his expression eased up slightly.
"If it is your family you are worried about, they will be taken care of properly. Special Operations has the favor of Mandalore himself, and hence our troops and their families get greater benefits. Oh and don't worry, if you die, your family will get compensation that will let them retire and live a nice life. You will also get the necessary pay and equipment you need, Ark will see to that."
He looked around the mess hall, he saw many soldiers but he was looking for one specifically . He had been informed earlier that the transfer he had requested had arrived here a few days earlier. She would be the last piece to the squad.
Bah, there is barely time to eat these days, I don't need sleep since I can do that when I am dead. Yet a Mando needs a good meal to keep him going, I will have to do something about that he thought.
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Jan 28, 2009 13:07:21 GMT -5
Post by Zarkan on Jan 28, 2009 13:07:21 GMT -5
"You had me concerned for a minute Vod. It is good that you are truly not of the lost." Ark said as he as he brought back his warm mirthful tone. "Yes, yes, boy I'll see to that." he said to bane tillting his torso towards him before turning to Itilia "If your wondering yet, I see from my white face so glare there rather than at my "gut" in the future." he said as a joke before drumming on the table leaving dents in the process. "Let's see here we need to get your some weapons and armor fit for the spec ops, no?" he said before raising one finger and looking at the young woman. "Don't worry about your family dear, you have my word that they shall be safe."
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Jan 28, 2009 13:42:56 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Jan 28, 2009 13:42:56 GMT -5
Good! She had finally gotten her point across to both of them! Smiling slightly, she looked slightly relieved. Patting her armor, Italia chuckled a bit.
Thank you, but my armor serves me well enough. I made it, and I'm proud to wear it...and it hasn't let me down yet. Weapons are a different story, but I can scrounge up what I need fairly easily if need be, not to mention I'm creative.
Turning to the cyborg, she chuckled and blushed slightly. Had she really been glaring at his gut? She'd thought she had managed rather well at glare at the whole of him. Tucking some hair behind her ear, Italia nodded to his statements.
I'll...uh...be sure to remember that.
Despite her pride, the woman managed to look quite sheepish at having to be told where his 'eyes' were. She should have known that, right? But then again, how many cyborgs had she dealt with before...none. How many had she even SEEN before....one....while she was trying to get her quarry back to her ship, so seeing that cyborg was bad for her health and she'd tried rather hard to keep away from it.
Thank you for understanding I...
She paused as her satchel beeped. Furrowing her eyebrows, she pulled it off her shoulder, digging through the string of rabbit like animals to get to the bottom of the pack. Pulling out her datapad, her face darkened more as she read. Rubbing the back of her head, she sighed and rested her face on the palm of one hand, leaning against the table.
Well this was a wonderful situation to find herself in. How was she supposed to break THIS news to her mother? Putting the datapad back into her satchel, she turned to the others. She had no choice now.
Well...count me in. I could use the work now more than ever.
She stated, putting a smile on her face. Unfortunately it didn't reach her eyes.
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