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Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Jun 11, 2009 3:49:30 GMT -5
A large hall where the personnel of the base can come to eat, drink, relax, and socialize. Many long tables are arranged throughout the hall to maximize the space. The serving bars are along one wall, drinks along the adjoining wall. On special occasions the tables may be moved away and stored to be replaced with different tables, chairs, or just to leave an empty space, depending on the needs of the occasion.
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Post by projectsunfire on Jun 11, 2009 8:40:17 GMT -5
Did...Mandalore just talk to him. Kaarmine looked into the face of the Mandalorian legend and leader and realized that it wasnt some dream. Mandalore himself had addressed him. His mind raced as he tried to get his mouth work, moments felt like hours and Kaarmine bet that he looked like one hell of a idiot standing in full battle armor and not replying immediatley! " My speciality..." he muttered or did he think it? His mind wasnt working at the moment but his pride kicked it into gear. Kaarmine may be a Private but he a Mandalorian, he was apart of the warrior race and he needed to act like it. Those inspirational words however worked for about a second in his mind. It was as if trying to walk through syrup, slow, resisting, not going as fast you want to no matter how hard you resisted. What had he been good at in camp? Heavy duty automatic weaponry that required a constant ammunition feed or reloading was NOT what he was good that, this he was sure. Kaarmine would jam them more then anything. If Kaarmine had to pin point a specialty it would have to pertain to semi-automatic and long range weapon use. Demolition was something he had somewhat of a knack in, though he wouldnt call himself an expert by any means. Did Mandalore expect him to give a clear cut answer? He was only a Private but then again, SURELY he had a use besides cannon fodder. " My specialties are medium semi-automatic to long range weaponry. With a knack at demolitions, sir" he managed to grab from his tongue before the moment had dragged on to long. Amazing how a mere question could generate a frenzied mind pace that made a moment seem like an hour. Kaarmine didnt like it. Mandalore tipped the mug of Ne'tra gal and polished off every drop as he listenned to the new meat. He set down his tankard, and scratched at the 5 o clock shadow now growing on his chin. The boy seemed star struck. Mandalore had grown used to that. Far too many people forget that Solus'ad was just a man, like Canderous Ordo had been, or any of the Mandalores, before him. He heaved a heavy sigh and tilted his head to one side a bit, appraising the young man. Solus'ad chuckled inwardly, and asked himself if be could guess the young mans age. He nodded, and considered the Mando'ade. He nodded his head once he'd thought it through. The boy needed experience. "I want you to find the Personel officer under General Ro'gath'klaatu. They're always in need of warm bodies that can shoot straight. Your dismissed 'Ad."
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Jun 24, 2009 16:22:51 GMT -5
Post by Sait on Jun 24, 2009 16:22:51 GMT -5
Caazun made his way into the Mess Hall immediately after exiting the Briefing Room. He was excited for the mission, simply because he wanted something to do. The assault would begin soon, but not soon enough. He decided that the time would be well-spent if he got some decent food in him before they left.
The man walked up to the counter and ordered a Kommerken steak and ootoowergs, and a glass of Mandalorian wine to wash it down. His meal was ready within minutes, so he took it to one of the nearby tables and sat down. The way Caazun ate was rather astonishing, though. He had a hole in his helmet specifically for the ingestion of food and beverage products that was sealed with the press of a button. He ate heartily, but wondered inside whether anyone from his team would actually join him or not. It didn't bother him if they did not, but it certainly would appease him to know who he was going with on such a dangerous mission.
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Jun 24, 2009 20:54:08 GMT -5
Post by Lionheart on Jun 24, 2009 20:54:08 GMT -5
Alrond moved from the Briefing Room to the Mess Hall so that he could meet with his team mates. He did not know any of them, but as the team's medic their lives would be his responsibility. Also, Alrond enjoyed getting to know those he went into combat with and would fight beside.
Going straight from the Briefing Room to the Mess Hall, Alrond was still in his armor even though he was not currently wearing his helmet. The armor was colored grey to represent the death of his biological mother and blue to help prove his combat reliability whether it is with his medical pack or his pistols. With his medic patch clearly on his armor, he walked into the Mess Hall. He was still contemplating the speech made by Mandalore and the mission by the Commanding Officer that he eventually learned was General Bane Haseful. Alrond was on Beta along with the Mandalore, a great honor, and many other higher ranking officers.
At the counter of the Mess Hall Alrond ordered Red Gourd Soup and a cup of Shig. He usually preferred lighter foods like soup over such things as steaks or whole meats. While he had no problem with alcohol, Alrond's favorite non-alcoholic drink was the shig. The shig was an old Mandalorian drink made from the behot herb which gave it a citrus taste. Also, behot was an ingredient used in antiseptic; so the herb can save lives and also be a delicious drink. Alrond was a great cook himself and he had already decided that upon completion of the mission, he would prepare a uj'alayi for the team.
Taking his food and drink, Alrond moved to the table and sat across from the other Mandalorian that he followed from the briefing. Alrond quickly noticed that he did not even remove his helmet to eat, which Alrond found interesting. He took a swig from his cup of Shig and said as he put the cup down, "Su'cuy, I'm Staff Sergeant Alrond Callahan'Rika, and I shall be acting as Beta's medic."
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Jun 25, 2009 2:05:33 GMT -5
Post by Sait on Jun 25, 2009 2:05:33 GMT -5
Caazun took a break from his eating to watch as a man entered the room. He also ordered some food, though by the way he looked at his shig Caazun could tell the man had a peculiar interest in the product. The man shortly thereafter sat down to introduce himself as Staff Sergeant Alrond Callahan'Rika, a medic.
Interesting, we'll have a medic assigned to our team. We must have a pretty dangerous job...
Caazun rose to his feet and held his hand out to the man before him.
"Su'Cuy to you as well, Staff Sergeant Alrond. I am Colonel Caazun. I am glad you could join me for this meal. How long have you served on the medical squads? I noticed you have an interesting taste for shig, rather than wine. What is it about that drink that interests you so well?"
Caazun was truly intrigued by the concept, though he also was interested to see how much the man in charge of medical care for the mission knew his job. If he was selected to accompany the Mandalore himself, he must be damn good at it. So, the Colonel's first order of business was to decipher how much knowledge Alrond had of medicine.
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Jun 25, 2009 10:58:07 GMT -5
Post by Lionheart on Jun 25, 2009 10:58:07 GMT -5
The man Alrond had followed into the Mess Hall rose to his feet with an extended hand as Alrond finished talking. He now got a good look at his fellow Mandalorian, Caazun was much taller than him like nearly everyone else and had an impressive frame and armor. Caazun spoke his name, rank, and interest in the medical field, not to mention the apparent interest in the Shig.
Alrond stood up as well, though being much shorter, showed no sign of being intimidated. He shook Colonel Caazun's hand as he said, "It is a pleasure to meet you, sir. I started unofficial medical training even before my verd'goten, though I started my official training at 14, and became a fully commissioned medic at 17. It is probably difficult for you to tell my age, as many have that problem; I'm currently 20. I was just transfered to the Special Operations Unit a few weeks ago by suggestion of the Army Colonel Pendragon after a mission on Druckenwell."
Then a smile came across Alrond's face regarding the Shig, taking a seat again and taking another swig before speaking. "Shig is made from a citrus herb called behot. The behot herb is also used in the antiseptic I use on the battlefield to fight infection on the wounded. It could also be used as a mild stimulant, which it retains in the beverage, allowing it to cleanse the body as well boosting energy without the need for alcohol. I commonly carry Shig for myself and team mates when on missions in order to refresh the body before a battle."
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Jun 26, 2009 18:52:12 GMT -5
Post by Sait on Jun 26, 2009 18:52:12 GMT -5
Caazun was impressed. It took quite a bit to accomplish this feat, but he was impressed with this man. He knew what he was doing and that was the most important thing. If anyone was to be injured, Alrond would be able to keep them alive and well.
"It appears you know what you're doing, Staff Sergeant. I shall trust you with our squad's lives for this upcoming mission. Now, enough with the trivialities of the mission. We shouldn't stress ourselves too greatly before we depart.
The colonel paused for a few moments to take another bite of his steak, then continued talking.
I'm interested to know what originally interested you in joining the Mandalorian Military squads in the first place. Everyone has a different answer, but it never tires me to hear what they have to say.
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Jun 27, 2009 18:03:04 GMT -5
Post by Lionheart on Jun 27, 2009 18:03:04 GMT -5
Alrond sat in his seat listening to his superior officer in a more relaxed and casual atmosphere. He continued to take sips from his cup of Shig and spoon mouthfuls of red gourd soup. Alrond was rather impressed by the figure of Colonel Caazun, and it felt somewhat awkward to just chat casually with someone of such a higher rank.
Yes, he agreed that they should not worry about the mission that was coming up. Alrond also felt proud that Caazun apparently seemed to accept the abilities of the medic and Alrond knew that he was responsible for the lives of everyone on the Bravo team.
As Colonel Caazun asked Alrond about his reason for entering the military, he felt somewhat embarrassed. He had been asked the question before, but he found it to be somewhat shameful. "Well, as with many of my fellows, I was adopted by my Mandalorian parents Sistry Callahan'Rika and Calista Callahan'Rika. I'm half Arhan which makes me naturally small, so most other children's favorite game was to chase and beat me up. But, as I got older I began to learn stealth and became the best shot out of all the other children. I may not have been the strongest but I became the best shot, the most stealthy, and the fastest. Then, as soon as I returned from my successful verd'goten I enlisted in the army. So, how did you get into the military?"
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Jun 28, 2009 5:36:38 GMT -5
Post by Sait on Jun 28, 2009 5:36:38 GMT -5
Caazun listened with his hand propped beneath his chin in a relaxed fashion as the man across from him spoke his story. Each man had a different one to tell, but now the colonel knew another man's tale. This was one of his purposes-- learning about each soldier he came in contact with was a goal he'd made from his first day in the Mandalorian Special Forces.
"Size does not dictate everything, my friend," the colonel began as an answer to the Staff Sergeant's question. My own story begins with my life on my home planet. The atmosphere is nearly uninhabitable, so my people must live in domes. When I came of age, I decided to take up bounty hunting and left with my two closest friends. After a few years and a near-death experience, I decided bounty hunting was not my role in life. I returned to my friends and one of them directed me here. He had been taken into a Mandalorian family, which he adopted me into as well.
Caazun ended his story and finished what was left with his meal. Though he wished to speak more with this man, he knew that preparations were necessary for the upcoming mission on both sides.
"Forgive me, Staff Sergeant Alrond. I must return to my quarters to prepare for the mission. I am glad to have made your acquaintance today. I place my full confidence in your abilities on Shogun. 'Til we meet again."
Colonel Caazun stood up and pounded his fist against his chest in salute of the man, then made his exit from the Mess Hall to prepare for the mission.
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Post by Mara on Jun 30, 2009 17:09:37 GMT -5
[... Mandalorian Spec. Ops HQ Briefing Room]
Ambria Arcane, newly minted full lieutenant of the Mandalorian Special Operations, stood outside the doorway to the mess hall for a moment, glancing around the room. It wasn't very full, but she recognized most of the patrons as some of those who had attended the Shogun mission briefing just moments before. But she didn't see anyone who she knew from her previous mission. For the countless time that day, she felt a little underdressed in her dark leggings, shirt and boots. She would definitely have to grab a sanisteam and fresh clothes after she ate.
She moved into the food line, looking over the food options and realizing she didn't fell all that hungry. Ambria knew she should; she hadn't eaten since she got up early that morning. So she piled a few items on her tray that looked the most appetizing to her as she moved along the line. Her heart and adrenaline still running high from the promotion at the end of the briefing, her hand shook slightly as she spooned things onto her plate. Adding a glass of water to her tray, she turned and moved her eyes around the room, thinking of where to sit.
Not really interested in starting up conversation with a soldier she didn't know, Ambria chose a table on the opposite end of the room from the food line, sitting at the end of it. There would be time later to figure out who was in her team and get to know the ones that were knew to her. For now, she just wanted to be alone with her thoughts.
She crossed her legs and stared at her tray of food, still not feeling very hungry, but she forced herself to put some meat on her fork and chew it, washing it down with a sip of water. Ambria ate a few more forkfuls, the food feeling better after she had swallowed a bit of it. Perhaps her stomach had just shrunk up a bit without having food since the morning, and now was getting used to having food in it again. Either way, the food was actually tasting good, and she ate it a little more readily, suddenly feeling famished, instead of sick to her stomach.
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Jun 30, 2009 18:50:58 GMT -5
Post by Val - Warning:Contains Sarcasm on Jun 30, 2009 18:50:58 GMT -5
Well, that was that done. Mission completed, she had somewhere to sleep. Albeit very temporarily, but it was somewhere to rest her head, and for that she was grateful at least. Not that she wasn't used to sleeping rough, but when you're given an important mission that is either success or fail with no in-betweens, you're letting the team down if you're not performing to your best. And right now her best performance was directing her away from the signs saying training room and towards the ones marked 'mess hall'. It wasn't that she didn't feel like training at the moment. She was always up for something that can help her hone her abilities to their peak. No... she was hungry, basically. She'd set off from Dxun quite a while ago, and she hadn't ate for hours before that. Not since she had woken up, really, and she couldn't count the time between then and now. She rounded the final corner, finding the doors of the mess hall in front of her, and side-stepped another soldier gracefully. Neither had heard the other one coming, of course, but she didn't need to hear. She could feel him walking around the corner. Sometimes montrals were useful. Especially when they gave you good first impressions with the soldiers on a base you were new to.
Her pace slowed as she entered the mess hall, identifying the key points of interest as quickly as she could. The serving area was on the right to where she had entered, and there were several soldiers sat around the table. One, interestingly enough, already sat down, though by herself. She looked vaguely familiar, possibly one of the people she had seen inside the briefing room, though she couldn't be sure. Moving towards the food counter she observed what was on offer. She wasn't really the vegetarian type, she knew. The rows or sharp teeth in her mouth tended to agree with her, and so she piled several types of meat onto a plate and left the counter, grabbing some cutlery as she passed. It didn't tend to leave a good impression if you devoured your food using just your face. Turning, she decided she'd approach the woman sat alone. She was certainly familiar, and it would be easier socialising with one person than several. Hopefully the presence of an alien amongst a bunch of humans would be a memorable situation for her to make the first move in their conversation.
Taking a seat opposite and to the side from the woman, Danee sat down, nodding in greeting and beginning to tuck in to the meat feast laying in front of her. She'd hardly realised she was this hungry as the first mouthful passed her lips, and she almost wanted to go straight back and pile her plate higher.
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Jul 2, 2009 17:07:29 GMT -5
Post by Mara on Jul 2, 2009 17:07:29 GMT -5
((I am assuming Danee has all her armor on but her helmet....))
She had been reaching for her glass of water when the Togruta female sat down diagonally across from her at the table. Ambria nodded in turn at the other woman, tucking in a groan. Perhaps she should have brought out a datapad or something to make it look like she was busy and didn't want to be disturbed. But it was too late now; someone had decided to join her. She ate in silence for a few more moments, glad that her new companion was also doing the same, giving her time to think of something to say.
While she worked on the rest of her tray of food, going a little slower now that she wasn't alone, Ambria took the time to glance at the Togruta between bites, her emerald eyes taking in details. She, like most of those in the room, was wearing armor; unlike Ambria herself who wore none. It looked like the same one who was in the Shogun missing briefing just a few minutes before. It made sense; most of the soldiers eating in the mess hall had come from the briefing room. But other than the brief recognition, the dark-skinned woman couldn't pinpoint any more details. She wondered if they were both in Alpha team together.
By now the silence was almost deafening, and she had almost finished her meal. Rather than just pick up her tray and leave, she felt she needed to say something. They were soldiers, but they were not completely heartless and cold. Ambria took another sip of water to wash down her last bite of food and then glanced over at the Togruta. However, there were no time for pleasantries. "You were at the briefing... Is this your first mission with the Spec Ops?" she asked without any preamble. Though blunt, the woman didn't mean the question in any harsh way; she was merely curious.
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Jul 2, 2009 17:30:27 GMT -5
Post by Val - Warning:Contains Sarcasm on Jul 2, 2009 17:30:27 GMT -5
Danee received no response from the soldier across from her. Maybe she had been wrong. She had spent so much time around humans, though they all looked the same. Well, apart from the obvious things. Clothing, skin, deformities, body shape. But none of those were helping her, she hadn't been paying attention. She continued eating her meal, deciding that it would look impolite if she were to just leave and not even speak to the soldier, and she wasn't really in that much of a rush to know the other members of the team. Most teambuilding took place in the field. She human opposite her took another drink of water, before posing a question to her. "You were at the meeting... Is this your first mission with the Spec Ops?" Her eyes shot up, meeting the green of the human's immediately. She was at the briefing. Danee exhaled happily, glad that she wasn't going crazy and did in fact remember faces and facts, even when not looking for them
"I was, and it is. Captain Xoxin, I'm usually stationed on Dxun running training missions and carrying equipment between scout forces." She considered mentioning her apparent special request coming from Concord Dawn for her to attend, or that she was an ex-Jedi, but information can easily turn to be your enemy. She would point these out if asked, but many Mandalorians didn't turn a friendly eye to those who travelled round proclaiming themselves as ex-Jedi. Not that she'd done it before, but there was always the temptation, as though it was something she should mention by default.
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Post by Mara on Jul 2, 2009 17:48:32 GMT -5
Ambria nodded and smiled at the Togruta who identified herself as Captain Xoxin. The name didn't immediately click in her memory, though she now knew the woman would be on the same mission. The smile was mostly for her own benefit, trying to put both of them more at ease. It wouldn't do to seem like she was completely unapproachable, especially if she kept rising in the ranks, gaining more attention. But she doubted it; she hadn't even thought about getting above her previous rank, just happy to serve her people in any way she could.
"Well, this mission should be a little more exciting than running supplies." She smiled again, then, and not knowing what else to do, stretched her hand out across the table, offering it to the other woman. "Lieutenant Ambria Arcane. Of Spec. Ops, obviously."
It was then, after she pulled back her hand after Xoxin shook it that the name finally registered: she was one of the others in Alpha team. And she was a lower rank, so it was good that Ambria was trying to make a good impression. Though the general would be the overall leader, she wanted to know that others would be able to trust her in a desperate situation. If she could trust herself to be able to show those leadership qualities she would need.
She turned back to her food then, finishing up her meal. Between bites she asked, "You're in the Alpha squad, aren't you? Excited about going to Shogun?" Ambria really hoped it was appropriate conversation material from one officer to the next, from one soldier to another. At least she wasn't prying into anything but just asking about the mission ahead. That should be safe. She also hoped she wasn't coming off as ingenuous or anything.
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Post by Val - Warning:Contains Sarcasm on Jul 2, 2009 18:05:54 GMT -5
Danee smiled, flashing rows of dangerously sharp teeth at the self-announced Lieutenant Ambria Arcane. Doing supply runs had been fun, if lacking actual combat. Or skill requirements, physical exertion and actually now that she thought about it, it was really not that interesting. It had been similar missions consistently. Maybe the officers at Dxun were trying to suppress her. Trying to keep her from the real missions. Or sparing her until needed, she didn't know. All she knew was that she was glad she actually had a mission of importance. "I'd think that pretty much anything could be more interesting than running supplies. There's very little honour or glory to be gained running around with a communications relay."
She shook hands with the human, getting the feeling she was a rather competent Mandalorian, and one that she would certainly be willing to keep an eye on during battle, if nothing else other than to observe her combat style. If she got a free moment, of course, between the Republic soldiers. This line of thought, coincidentally, lead her on to the next question posed by the Human. "You're in the Alpha squad, aren't you? Excited about going to Shogun?" Danee nodded. "More excited at doing actual action. I haven't seen a real fight for some time now. Alpha squadron though, yes. I'm guessing you're in the same one, as you're asking?" She returned the question to the Human, taking another small bite from the meat on her plate.
"Have you served with the members of the squad before? What are they like?" She'd prefer to have some knowledge of the group she was getting flung out of a ship with at least.
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Post by † Lux Teper † on Jul 4, 2009 3:12:58 GMT -5
A tall lean figure strode into the Messhall completely clad in a classical style armor, rattling only slightly with each step. He looked around, surveying the area with an emotionless posture that seemed almost mechanical and walked to a nearby table to sit.
Without so much as an inkling of feeling he unpacks a small little bag he'd been carrying in his left hand, unloading a variety of foodstuffs. Among the load were local fruit, a loaf of bread and an unusual cheese that had been rather difficult to obtain due to it's rarity in the area.
Silently he set it all down atop a cream colored napkin and removed his helmet. The hard metal shell lifted away to reveal a well defined face of fine, pale features. His thin blond hair was cut at a medium length and slicked back past a pair of long, pointed ears. every aspect of him was pale, even his eyes, which showed no sign of irises or pupils, simply white. He was an Arkanian and it was evident in every aspect of his face. With the most serious of expressions he set to eating his food, cutting open the bread and laying in slices of cheese first before later starting on his fruit. Every mannerism and motion he made seemed tremendously stilted and gave off an air of haughtiness and arrogance, perhaps discomfort. Even so, he made no effort to communicate with his fellows in the large room, simply focused on eating his meal.
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Post by Mara on Jul 6, 2009 19:23:13 GMT -5
She pushed her empty tray to the side and rested her arms on the table in front of her, crossing them on top of each other, leaning on them only slightly. The Togruta answered her question, talking about her excitement about the upcoming action. Ambria smiled a little at this; if all her previous assignments had been just running supplies, she would have been chafing at the bit for some more action. The countenance of the soldier in front of her was something to be proud of. She definitely seemed to be dealing with the change in pace well. If Ambria had been in her shoes, the prospect of a real mission would have her keyed up so much she probably wouldn't be able to sit still.
Ambria smiled then and nodded, answering her posed question. "Yes, Alpha squad." At the next question, though, she paused. She had served with some of them before, on Coruscant, but as for how well she knew them... she wished she had more information to offer. They had been all business while in the museum, and then after she was separated from half of the team, she hadn't had much time to get to know Trin or Itani; her focus had all been on the safety of the others, not in smalltalk. As for Mal and Italia, they were in the second Shogun group, and Ambria wasn't sure if this Togruta captain wanted info on all the spec ops or just those she knew of in Alpha.
For now, she would start with those in Alpha. "Some of them, yes. Staff Sergeant Trin Velos and Itani Firians were on my last mission to Coruscant. As was General Bane. As for what they are like.... they are fierce soldiers, and I would trust my life in the hands of any of them. They might seem a big closed off, especially the general, but I wouldn't take that at any slight to you. Most of the time we tend to focus on the mission ahead and not much else." Ambria offered a another smile then. "You should have no trouble fitting in."
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Post by Val - Warning:Contains Sarcasm on Jul 6, 2009 19:37:23 GMT -5
Danee returned the smile, slightly relieved that they were getting on well, but also happy to hear of how she spoke of the others. Fierce warriors, that is the type of Mandalorians she hoped to be serving with. If need be, dying with. "Thanks, I hope not. This place is a lot different to Dxun, though it's similar to how I remember it last." She paused, recalling the last visit she had to Concord Dawn, unconscious after a Mandalorian attack, kept prisoner until she had agreed to join, forced to think on all the pain of the destruction of the village she was sent to protect. The Mandalorian attack had left a scar on her, but scars heal. Scars teach you things, and this scar had taught her a lot.
But the Mandalorians had made her strong.
She needed no lightsabers now, as her swords were more than enough. And she was stronger than any Jedi, she didn't rely on the Force. Not just her, the Mandalorians. They were stronger than the Jedi too, she could feel it in every one of them. A burning warrior's spirit that would drive them to victory or death. The Jedi didn't have that. She realised she was staring a off a little into space, possibly seeming a little unsociable, so instead decided to ask her own question of the human, not wanting to appear to only be good for answers and returns. "So, do you specialise in any particular area, or have a special talent, or are you an all rounder? Well..." she corrected herself, realising this was Spec Ops now, not random patrol runners, "A highly skilled all rounder, should I say?" She took another bite of the meat, certainly feeling she should stay on this planet more often. She didn't even have to go out and kill this meal.
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† Lux Teper †
Pertinacious Genius is often mistaken for Madness
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En?tro?py (n.) - The inevitable tendency of all things to fall into a state of Chaos
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Jul 6, 2009 20:09:27 GMT -5
Post by † Lux Teper † on Jul 6, 2009 20:09:27 GMT -5
The pale Arkanian surveyed the Messhall with a haughty expression written all over his face. His blank eyes glazing over the area with an innate sense of superiority. He was better than all of these mongrels, that's what he'd always been taught. Even the lowest of the Arkanians were better than the most brilliant scientists or warriors of any other race, yet this atmosphere, the respect, the love for one another and the camaraderie, there was never any of this at home. He liked it, the world he'd seen in the data holocrons and now lived, he wouldn't give it up for the world, well, maybe... He smiled but slightly and replaced his helmet, standing silently and packing up his scraps to throw away. He turns without a word and begins walking to the door, cloth full of bits and pieces of his simple lunch dangling behind him. He smiled in his helmet as he leaves the noisy messhall, He always knew he would love it here.
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Mara
nothing worth anything ever goes down easy
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Jul 7, 2009 17:15:18 GMT -5
Post by Mara on Jul 7, 2009 17:15:18 GMT -5
Ambria nodded at her comment about Concord Dawn being different than Dxun. She herself had never been to the planet. Her years of service had mostly kept her in Concord Dawn and the surrounding system, laying down insurgents and bringing the planet to the will of the Mandalorians. But she had heard stories of Dxun, of its harsh climates, from a few soldiers transferred over to Concord Dawn. A couple of which she had had to patch up from injuries sustained on the jungle planet. Though she considered herself a tough woman and soldier, Dxun would not be a place she would travel to willingly.
She uncrossed her legs then, sitting straight for a moment as she stretched out her back. The benches in the mess hall were less than comfortable, but Ambria had been in worse situations. What remained of her left leg was beginning to feel a little stiff, and she she brought down a hand to rub the upper portion of it, rubbing the feeling back into it. Afterwards, she brought up both legs, sitting cross-legged on the bench and feeling a lot more comfortable as a result of it.
The Togruta in front of her seemed lost in thought, and the other woman was willing to wait for her to continue. Ambria would have asked her about Dxun, her previous assignments, but she had a feeling the other being had something on her mind, once her mind sorted some things out. She was content to sit there cross-legged on the bench, finishing off her glass of water, her hands resting in her lap when she wasn't drinking.
Finally, Captain Xoxin spoke, asking her about what she specialized in. Ambria smiled, almost grinning, then. "I suppose you could say my gift lies with long-range rifles. My superiors generally use me as a sniper in situations when it's called for. A quick pop-pop, enemies fall, no one's the wiser." To emphasize the latter sentence, Ambria made a simple gun with the hand and fingers of her right hand, jostling it with the "pop-pop" as she said it, as if she were firing the weapon made of her hand.
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