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Feb 1, 2011 15:40:54 GMT -5
Post by Hammy on Feb 1, 2011 15:40:54 GMT -5
Rollick was a split second from taking a drink when a female’s voice caught his attention. “Shistivanen?” He snorted lightly, fighting a toothy grin as he turned to face her. People always had a hard time figuring out what he was. He didn’t blame them; his species were fairly rare to be seen out and about in the galaxy. She did have a pretty smile, though.
“Codru-Ji, actually,” he corrected. “Munto Codru, Outer Rim.”
He returned her smile with one of his own, a lopsided mixture of smile and grin. “Yeah, I’m pretty new. Just got out of basic training, actually, so I’m pretty much just a grunt at this point.” He gestured around, meaning the planet itself rather than just the training area. “Spec Ops looked interesting.”
Both pairs of shoulders moved up in an apologetic shrug. He took a drink from his canteen before continuing. “Professional curiosity? I’m more impressed you caught onto to the canine characteristics rather than the extra pair of limbs.”
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Kella's Cohort of Peacekeeping Doom
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Feb 1, 2011 17:55:40 GMT -5
Post by Rabbit on Feb 1, 2011 17:55:40 GMT -5
[OOC: Bwhahahahaha! >.> I fail. I glanced at your character profile, but misread some things, apparently. o.o Note to self: ALWAYS double-check on Wookieepedia. LOL Please forgive...I'm usually more thorough. -.-] --------------------------------------------------------
“Professional curiosity? I’m more impressed you caught onto to the canine characteristics rather than the extra pair of limbs.”
Sheresh's pink-tinted skin flushed a little darker as she looked down and noticed what he was talking about. The tips of her ears began to match the exact red shade of her hair and she shyly reached up to push a sweaty bang out of her face. She offered the new recruit a rueful smile, then laughed, and shrugged her shoulders.
"I'm afraid I was focusing more on your face, than on your arms," she paused and then laughed nervously again.
Smooth move, di'kut! she felt like smacking her face into the water fountain.
"Not sure how I missed that, though," Sheresh prattled on - she did that, when she was nervous, or feeling particularly awkward.
She opened her mouth to say something, but then thought better of it, and stuttered a second before blushing furiously. After half a second, she cleared her throat and then tried again.
"Codru-Ji? I'll have to do some research, then," she tried to smile over her embarrassment.
The young medic wiped her forehead again and looked up at the taller Mandalorian. While embarrassed, she was still quite fascinated - since joining the Mando'ad, it seemed as if she'd met a wider variety of sentients than she'd ever encountered in Crevasse City or Ord Mantell.
"I'm Par'jain, by the way," she stuck out her hand, still feeling a bit awkward, but determined to welcome him to the base. "Sergeant Shereshoy Par'jain, your local friendly medic," her eyes crinkled in a smile. "Welcome to Spec Ops. Things are kind of quiet here, but enjoy the lull while it lasts. I'm sure we'll all be ducking under fire soon enough."
----------------------------- [OOC: Professional courtesy in the military is always a tricky thing. o.O But, I would imagine that until Rollick and Sheresh go on a mission together, they'd probably refer to each other by last name and/or rank. Just a random FYI. LOL *shrugs* It was something I suddenly thought out, for the sake of adding a touch of realism to the RP....]
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Feb 1, 2011 23:08:46 GMT -5
Post by Hammy on Feb 1, 2011 23:08:46 GMT -5
OOC: Haha, no worries! I’m guilty of only glancing over your profile as well >_>; I definitely understand about professionalism, so your reasoning makes sense. And I <3 MASH. ----------------- Rollick’s mouth turned up in a full grin, this time wrinkling the scar that ran from his left cheek bone to his jaw. It was a habit of his to laugh or smile in odd or awkward situations. Having lived on his own so long before getting into a large, family-based culture like that of his vode still left him a bit unaccustomed to interacting on anything more than business. He didn’t have friends, only associates.
And he wasn’t exactly sure how to react to a stuttering, embarrassed female. So he laughed a little. “Oh, it’s ok.” She didn’t have any extra arms or anything, but Rollick did notice that the reddish color of her skin wasn’t due to working out like he thought. Particularly when the color deepened to match her rather red hair.
"I'm Par'jain, by the way," she stuck out her hand, still feeling a bit awkward, but determined to welcome him to the base. "Sergeant Shereshoy Par'jain, your local friendly medic," her eyes crinkled in a smile. "Welcome to Spec Ops. Things are kind of quiet here, but enjoy the lull while it lasts. I'm sure we'll all be ducking under fire soon enough."
He’d seen Mandalorians grip each other by the forearm to signify something about having each other’s backs in combat, but he was a bit lower in rank at this point. So he erred on the side of professionalism and shook her hand. “Maar. Corporal Rollick Maar, um, infantry.” His rakish grin came back. “And that’s what I’m here for. Contributing to the clan and all that. As fun as slotting bad guys on a grand scale is, I prefer more finesse, personally, ma’am.”
He paused a moment. “Good luck with that research. They’re…er, we’re not exactly huge players in the grand scheme of things, I’m afraid.”
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Feb 2, 2011 11:52:02 GMT -5
Post by Laughing Man on Feb 2, 2011 11:52:02 GMT -5
Vhe'tra had been wandering around the base for a few hours now, mostly just to have a look around. Since accepting Corden's offer for a mission, he had a bit of time to kill before the shuttles were scheduled to leave, so he opted on finding out what kind of perks fighting for the Mand'alor had. The base itself wasn't really impressive to him, and he assumed to most of his clan as well. Kata aliit preferred a more nomadic lifestyle, with either well-defendable places, or places where bugging out was quick and easy. Their only downfall and permanent base was in the mountains on Manda'yaim, where they kept their own, private archive of information gathered throughout the clan's history. Simple dwellings were his preference, but he understood the necessity of permanent landmarks.
The Kata Alor'ad had wandered into the training area it seemed, as there were tracks, weights, mats, and all manner of equipment with which to keep in shape. This was where he had decided to spend the last hour or so of his tour, alone in a corner. He was wearing a simple tunic that made him look more like a farmer, but the scar over his right eye, and several scars on his arms and legs that were only covered by simple shorts made him out to be much more than such.
He had just finished one of his Kata. The namesake for which his clan got its identity from was a word that meant 'form'. In many martial arts styles, a Kata was a series of practised, precise movements that lead to a finishing blow or escape. This was precisely why Kata was named such - as the nature of the clan was very secretive, and the elders looked down upon open warfare or brash assaults; they favored and taught to their young ones that one should gather all information and have a solid plan of attack before ever rushing into battle. In this way, the rather small clan has managed to acheive a rather respectable reputation as guerilla warfare specialists, espionage experts, mercenaries, and metallurgists(Due to their mining excavations in the mountains that came along with setting up base there.).
Even now, Vhe'tra moved in slow, precise, sweeping movements with his arms or legs but the movements themselves involved his entire body. A leg sweep followed by an elbow and then a swift takedown. As Vhe'tra fought and conquered his imaginary foes, he was meditating on the mission ahead.
It was going to be rather dangerous. The Mandalorian hoped he could talk Corden into allowing him to take a more subtle approach to the whole thing, and these were the types of plans formulating in his mind as he gracefully seemed to 'dance' around the corner of the room in the effortless destruction of non-existent foes.
Through his movements, he caught site of a Codru-ji that reminded him of his best friend, Zara. Zara was an Amaran, and the two had always managed to get into serious touble in their youthful days, and even occasionally today. He smiled lightly at the thought, then his eyes caught the striking red-head from the cantina. Her pinkish skin wasn't very noticable in the dim lighting before, but now it was more pronounced than before and it struck a negative chord with Vhe'tra's gut. He'd had bad run-ins with Zeltronians, and the shade of skin hinted at such a blood-line. He managed to keep himself moving, only faltering slightly as some rather negative thoughts assailed him. Avoiding looking at them again, he turned his back and continued with his Kata.
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Kella's Cohort of Peacekeeping Doom
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Feb 2, 2011 16:11:08 GMT -5
Post by Rabbit on Feb 2, 2011 16:11:08 GMT -5
[OOC: Hawkeye and BJ have seen me through many a bad break-up...and Fr. Malchahy (sp?) is my spiritual HERO. For realz. ^_^ And another note about military courtesy...since he's a corporal, then calling each other by their last names, for starters, would probably be acceptable, given Sheresh's laid-back manner. Corporal is an NCO rank, same as Sergeant, so familiarity of last names would still be professional. After time, first names, too. At least, per Army courtesy.] -----------------------------------------------
“Maar. Corporal Rollick Maar, um, infantry. And that’s what I’m here for. Contributing to the clan and all that. As fun as slotting bad guys on a grand scale is, I prefer more finesse, personally, ma’am.”
It was easy to smile around the Codru-Ji; he felt easy-going and good-natured and Sheresh chuckled lightly as he hesitated a moment before shaking her hand.
"We can try that again, if you want," her eyes danced mischeviously and she reached out to nudge the arm that Rollick had extended toward her.
She guessed that was his dominant arm, but she honestly had no clue. The medic moved on instinct and tried her best to just be easy and friendly.
"You don't have to be so stiff around me. We're only one rank apart," Sheresh explained as she nudged his arm again, indicating that he should extend his hand so she could grip his forearm as was usually accepted among equals. "And don't call me 'ma'am'," she grinned up at him, to soften her words. "I work for a living, I'll have you know."
“Good luck with that research. They’re…er, we’re not exactly huge players in the grand scheme of things, I’m afraid.”
Sheresh chuckled and glanced out toward the training floor. She watched idly as another vod moved smoothly through the steps of a rather impressive-looking fighting form. She didn't recognize him, either, but she enjoyed watching him. He moved with a grace that was quite enviable.
"I would guess, if your race is rarely seen in the rest of the galaxy, that you're all isolationists?" the medic glanced over again at Rollick and raised an eyebrow in question. "Like the Hapans?"
She titled her head to the side and pursed her lips thoughtfully.
"And if the culture you come from is isolationist, what brought you here? Not to Concord Dawn and Spec Ops, per se," she waved a hand toward Rollick, indicating him in general. "But to the Mando'ad?" her face crinkled up in another brilliant smile. "I must say, though, we seem to get all sorts."
She glanced back out toward the solitary form moving smoothly across the training floor. She thought she felt someone looking at her, coming from that direction, followed by a brief wave of negative emotion, but she couldn't place it.
Odd...
With a slight shrug, she turned back to Rollick and pushed a few damp tendrils of hair out of her face.
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Feb 4, 2011 0:39:12 GMT -5
Post by Hammy on Feb 4, 2011 0:39:12 GMT -5
OOC: Oh, I know military ranks. I grew up with them for the most part and work with them now, so I gotchu. And sorry for the delay. RL. >_> --
"And don't call me 'ma'am'," she grinned up at him, to soften her words. "I work for a living, I'll have you know."
Quite true. He held his hands up in defense. “Oh, I have no doubt of that, being a medic during busy times such as these.” Out of instinct, he had initially shown one of less dominant hands, the bottom right. In the past, he’d always done this if a client or anybody really requested a hand shake. It was more protection than anything; never a good policy to show your best hand, so to speak. But he didn’t think it’d hurt in this case. More confidently, he extended his dominant one, the upper right.
"I would guess, if your race is rarely seen in the rest of the galaxy, that you're all isolationists?"
“Well…from what I’ve heard, more xenophobic than isolationist, I guess.” Rollick chuckled. “Codru-Ji politics are pretty complicated without being involved with the rest of the galaxy, having been a former participant myself, but they’re pretty self sufficient. Not much of a need to rely on outside influences.”
He paused, glancing in the direction Sheresh had, at the lone man mock sparring across the mat. The man might have looked somewhat familiar, but Rollick had been relying on armor to recognize people of late. He continued on.
“The way clans run on Munto Codru…Most of the galaxy would find it barbaric, I guess? Ritualistic kidnappings of political rivals’ kids to vie for influence or something.” Talking about it had him half-grinning at the memory. “I was one of those kids, but things went wrong and I got picked up by a Changeling who dealt in exotic species.” He curled a lip somewhat. “Shabuir thought I was a loose dog…Anyway, A’den Maar ‘acquired’ me and then got a big surprise a few years later when he came back to find his furry vode in a cocoon and then came out as a four-armed humanoid who spoke a mix of broken Mando’a and Basic.” He snorted humorously. “You know, that old story.”
Par’jain was nice. Rollick felt safe in thinking so, as she had shown herself to be quite genuine so far. Another thing that was enviable about Mandalorians – most of them were genuine at best and blunt at worst, neither of which was a bad thing. It was a weight off of his mind that he didn’t have to do a mental dance around another being’s dialogue, as he usually had to with bounty hunters and other general scum of the galaxy. He wasn’t fond of mincing words. “Shoot, I could probably save you the research,” he said meeting her gaze as she turned back.
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Feb 10, 2011 18:00:34 GMT -5
Post by Rabbit on Feb 10, 2011 18:00:34 GMT -5
[OOC: No worries on the delay on the post. >.> RL has kicked my butt the last week and a half. LOL Sorry for my delay!] ------------------------------------------------------------
Sheresh grinned in silent encouragement, as the Codru-Ji extended yet another arm. She now wondered which hand was truly his dominant one, as she returned his greeting with a firm grasp on his upper arm. His skin was warm and smooth with corded muscles - as a warm-blooded female, she was duly impressed and she raised a slight eyebrow at him in playful recognition of his strength.
"So...I just have to ask and I hope I'm not being rude," she titled her head to the side in blatant curiosity, as she eyed his four appendages. "Which one is dominant? Are you left handed? Right handed? Ambidextrous?"
The medic laughed as her cheeks flushed slightly - sometimes, she even surprised herself by how forward she could be. She let go of Rollick's arm and looked up at him with a shy smile and a questioning laugh.
"Sorry if I have too many questions. As we've established, Codru-Ji are rare - I've never even covered your race's basic physiology in my studies," Sheresh rocked back on her heels and watched Rollick's facial expressions carefully.
She didn't want to offend, but at the same time, it was hard to keep her professional curiosity in check.
"Now that there's a strong possibility that we might end up going out on missions together - or, at the very least, that I might have to patch you back up on this end - I'd love to pick your brain. Maybe..." Sheresh paused and chewed the inside of her cheek for a moment. "Over dinner in the mess hall some time?"
She fought the urge to grimace. It really wasn't meant as a come-on, but she didn't know how else to ask for Rollick's undivided attention - for even a strictly professional matter - without it sounding...well...like something more. The young medic sighed and hoped he wouldn't misinterrupt what she was trying to ask.
She shrugged and tried desperately not to feel awkward.
"If you could save me hours of tedious research, that'd be absolutely amazing. I'm sure you can understand why that'd mean a lot to me - ignorance is a medic's worst enemy. The last thing either you or me need, is for me to accidentally kill you, or harm you, because I didn't know something important about you or your people."
Sheresh smiled - it was a surefire way to ease any awkward situation.
"I'm just very thorough, I suppose. And the training area water fountain isn't the best place on base to have a detailed conversation. Especially if you need medic confidentiality for something."
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Feb 13, 2011 0:35:47 GMT -5
Post by Hammy on Feb 13, 2011 0:35:47 GMT -5
Her grip was firm but not overly so, in accordance with her profession. Rollick returned her grin and eyebrow raise with a cavalier grin of his own, shrugging nonchalantly. “Not at all. Ask away.” He had to laugh a little at the spill of questions. Nobody had ever taken genuine interest in him much as a person before joining up with his vode, and it still surprised him sometimes.
“This one is my good hand,” he replied after a brief hesitation, patting the arm Sheresh had gripped. Again, old habits. “Fairly ambidextrous, but I’ve had to work at it some. I’ve worked with blasters the most in the past, and four are much better than one in a tight spot.”
He shifted his weight to one leg and crossed his lower arms in an easy manner as she spoke. “Aw, give me some credit, Par’jain. I’m much too careful to let myself get wounded…I’d be more worried about the other guy.” It was obvious, sarcastic, macho bluster and was successfully delivered as such, but Rollick got the impression Sheresh was laid-back enough to roll with it. Or at least laugh a little. “But I do see what you mean about it being important.”
It took him a moment to pick up on as to why she seemed a little uncomfortable. Of course to her, being a worldly individual and pretty enough to attract more than a few pairs of eyes, it must have looked like the request could be misconstrued. The revelation dawned on his face a brief second before he banished it with a nod and a lop-sided return smile. “Oh yeah, I’m game. Thoroughness is a critical trait, as my buir always said. Just name a time, and I’ll be there.”
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Feb 15, 2011 20:46:21 GMT -5
Post by Rabbit on Feb 15, 2011 20:46:21 GMT -5
“This one is my good hand. Fairly ambidextrous, but I’ve had to work at it some. I’ve worked with blasters the most in the past, and four are much better than one in a tight spot.”
Sheresh leaned forward a bit on her toes - just slightly - and eyed Rollick's arms with considerable interest. She was absolutely fascinated by him; unlike a lot of sentient species, the Codru-Ji didn't trigger deep-seated negative reactions. He wasn't a Twi'lek, or a Rhodian, or a human male - in fact, because she had never seen any of his kind before, she found herself more at ease around him than she would have if he had been of another, more common race.
She grinned impishly at his statement "four are much better than one" and she risked a small joke at his expense. Her golden-green eyes danced mischeviously and she really couldn't help herself -
"I'm sure the ladies don't ever have a complaint."
As soon as she said it, she realized she might have been out of line, but she tried to play it off with a friendly smile and a tilt of her head. He didn't seem to take too much mind, though - if he even registered what she was saying at all - and just continued on, his manner easy going and friendly.
“Aw, give me some credit, Par’jain. I’m much too careful to let myself get wounded…I’d be more worried about the other guy."
It seemed, though, that it was his turn to playfully wheedle at her, so the young medic just groaned and rolled her eyes.
"I've heard that before," she muttered toward the ceiling.
She could tell by his tone and his general attitude, though, that it was just the usual Mando male bluster. Sheresh shrugged nonchalantly and laughed; they both knew who he'd be calling for if the blaster bolts ever hit home. Until then, she was willing to give him his bravado.
There was a slight, awkward pause as he seemed to be considering her invitation to dinner. But, thankfully, Rollick seemed to understand the spirit in which the offer was given. He just grinned and the awkwardness vanished as if it had never existed in the first place.
“Oh yeah, I’m game. Thoroughness is a critical trait, as my buir always said. Just name a time, and I’ll be there.”
"I think that's a saying that comes in stock with all Mandalorian buir," Sheresh thought of Ru'buir and shook her head with a slight chuckle. "I know I heard that from mine more than once a day."
The Mando medic pushed back her hair - which was now starting to dry and was stiff with sweat - and glanced toward the large chrono on the opposite wall on the far end of the arena. There were a couple of hours left until dinner and there were a few things she needed to get done first. She glanced back at Rollick, grinned, and punched him playfully on the arm.
"I guess I'll see you at the mess hall, then? 1800? It's best to get there right around then, so you miss the early-comer and late-comer rushes. I'll meet you in one of the booths toward the far back, near the drinks dispensers?"
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Feb 20, 2011 10:23:44 GMT -5
Post by Hammy on Feb 20, 2011 10:23:44 GMT -5
Rollick’s eyebrows rose marginally at the scrutiny. At this point, he hadn’t been so closely evaluated since training, where the drill instructor would get in his face about being obstinate and having a bit of an attitude. That did take some effort, maintaining bearing under pressure. But this wasn’t the parade field. Even so, it gave him the opportunity to look a bit more closely at the sergeant. No, the color of her hair was definitely not human. The pinkish tint of her skin hadn’t faded either, as he had noticed earlier. He’d wait, though. She was right; a water fountain wasn’t exactly the best place for a good conversation.
"I'm sure the ladies don't ever have a complaint."
Rollick failed to subdue a bark of a laugh, though the tips of his ears burned red for a second. He rolled with it, though; no reason to make things awkward.
"I think that's a saying that comes in stock with all Mandalorian buir...I know I heard that from mine more than once a day."
“I’m fairly certain I started hearing it my sleep,” Rollick replied. Thinking of Ad’buir brought to mind the man’s absence. It was still a trifle raw, but Rollick dismissed any sadness by the thought that A’den had merely moved on, and that they’d meet again. He followed suit and looked to the chrono as well. Time enough to go for a run and clean up. “Mess hall, 1800, back booths it is,” he said with a grin.
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