Mandalorian Recruitment Center:Kedalbe ((Open))

[Hammy]

To join or not to join? Rollick stood before the Keldabe Recruitment office, deliberating, both pairs of arms crossed. Beneath his helmet, his brow was furrowed thoughtfully.

He had arrived on Mandalore several hours earlier, driven by a mixture of curiosity and lack of employment. Sufficiently angry enough to willingly skin a Jawa and not care, he had tromped to the nearest pawn broker on Tatooine with his rifle in tow. His intent had been to get an asking price on the weapon to see if it would support him for another month of comestibles, two fuel cells, and some spare fibercord. It was unlikely and Rollick was highly reluctant to hock the rifle. One of his father’s relatives had given it to him when he passed the trials and it held a lot of memory. But, hard times called for a hard nose, as A’den Maar would joke.

Whilst the Rodian broker sifted through information to look up the specs on the rifle, Rollick had discovered a place on the building’s wall where sheets of flimsi had made their way – wanted ads. Tapping the information on a minor bounty on an Ugnaught on Outlander Station, one ad caught Rollick’s eye. A Mandalorian recruitment poster.

So it had been a bit of an impulsive decision. But nevertheless here he was, still a month in the red food-wise and still in possession of the rifle, debating on whether or not to sell his soul to the Mandalorian government. When his father was still alive, the man had seemed perfectly content to not come. Maybe the running conflict had turned him off; Rollick was never really sure. He had explored the capital city, rooted out the good tapcafes, met some fellow Mandos. Extra arms hadn’t seemed to bother them. A few had even commented that Rollick must be a boon in a fire fight. Rollick had to laugh at that – he had one particularly good hand. The rest were average or sub-par. But either way. He had to admit it. He should’ve come to Mandalore a long time ago. It was familiar yet foreign, welcoming but terse, like a well-meaning brigand who’d buy you a drink then punch you for making a wrong remark.

“Now or never, vod,” he said to himself and stepped determinedly into the office. Behind the desk of the modest front room sat an older human with the air of a veteran. Though his helmet had air filters, Rollick could detect the faint scent of well-oiled blasters and the nearby shipyards. Standing his full 5’5”, he approached the desk. “Su cuy’gar! I hear you’re taking volunteers?” he greeted in a friendly manner.

[projectsunfire]

((That's hot writing man, your doing great.))

"Su'Cuy Vod!" Kernig responded delighted to meet a practitioner of the six actions. "Indeed we are taking on volunteers." Kernig swivled slightly in his chair, his prosthetic leg making a grinding sound on the floor. "Have a seat, and tell me a bit about yourself ma'boy." Kernig openned up a new profile and began to type in information about the Mandalorian standing before him.

"Whats your name, and who was your father?" Kernig said in a down to business tone.

[Hammy]

((Hey, thanks a lot! As I've said, I'm an old hat at the roleplaying game but where there's no character limit is where I do my best.))

Rollick sat down in the chair opposite of the veteran. "Vor'e, ner vod. That's what I was hoping you'd say," he replied, reaching up to take his helmet off with a slight air of relief. Already Rollick decided this fellow was likeable. He vigorously rubbed a hand over his crew cut to dispel helmet-hair, visage set in a genial expression.

"Name's Rollick Maar. Two ells, two ays. My father was A'den Maar." He wondered absently if anyone here knew the name, or, at least knew of the exiles. Probably, but Rollick tried to keep from looking too eager. He rested his helmet in his lap, lower hands sitting on top of it, upper hands on the arms of the chair.

[projectsunfire]

Kernig huffed slightly with an elderly air, and typed in the information Rollick Maar had given him. "It's a bit strange to have such an unusual species amongst us. Though not unheard of." After a moment of makeing search quieries kernig looked slightly frustrated. A thought seemed to dawn on the old man and he made a final serach quiry into the console.

It beeped with an acknowledging titter, and Kernig leaned back in his chair. "Well, young man, of all the rotten things the Republic left us with, the Mandalorian Census was definately not one of them. Your Father A'den Maar was a Fett, possibly one of the most prestegious clans in the history of the Mandalorians." Kernig gave the young four armed Mandalorian an appraiseing look. Raising an eyebrow he rolled his swivel chair over to a small stack of data pads he had on a shelf behind him. With a swift motion, unusual for his age, he snatched one off the shelf and slipped it into a slot in the console.

"Your all set, report to barracks, training begins emmediately. Chow is at 0600, you look a bit thin. Ori'skraan Ner'Vod."

After ejecting the Datapad from the console he stood awkwardly and handed it to Rollick. "parjir Ner'vod, parjir." He said shakeing the young Mandalorians Hand vigorously.

[Hammy]

Rollick shrugged at Kernig’s observation. “I get that a lot, actually. Codru-Ji don’t usually leave Munto Codru. I was just lucky.” He said this was a small amount of irony, recalling to mind the messy business of how he came to leave the home planet. But that was old news. He had moved on.

He watched Kernig sift through the information, leaning forward to try and get a look at the screen when the older fellow was thwarted. The beep meant nothing to him personally but the results seemed to be significant. At the mention of the Fetts, Rollick was definitely surprised. “A Fett? Really!?” He’d only heard about the illustrious clan from A’den. It was curious that the man hadn’t mentioned it but regardless…this was big. “Kandosii,” he muttered with wonder.

“Vor’e tug’yc, vod. Chow wouldn’t be unwelcome,” he said with a grin as he received the data pad. Kernig’s handshake made him feel confident. The Fett name was a lot to live up to and confidence was something he would need. He glanced at the datapad, taking in the information. “I overheard that there was some psyche eval or something to report to after training?”

[projectsunfire]

Kernig raised an eyebrow and sat down slowly, helping himself into his seat. His leg made a nasty grinding sound and the old man seemed to grit his teeth. He looked at the young Mandalorian before him and considered him in a different light.

"You can submit yourself to a psych evaluation yes." He said. He brought his hands together and clasped his fingers in thought. The soft leather of his gloves made little noises, as if he were throttling a small rodent.

He lowered his jaw and popped it before clicking his teeth together. He seemed to be considering something as he watched Rollick. "Never Mind." He said as he went back to his console. "The Psych Officer will be monitoring your performance during training and she will give you your evaluation afterwards. Bring honor to yourself, Son."

[Zarkan]

Isa had been on Mandalore for less than an hour when she found herself waiting in line behind a multitude of mandalorians and apparently no mandalorian mercenaries once more cursing her short stature as she leaned out to see how far from the front see was before once more fiddling with the blade of her razor stick.

This went on for well over an hour before an hour before the diminutive mandalorian warrior found herself in front of the table and the master of this office. Isa took a deep breath before summoning here courage and lifted here right and in greeting before speaking "Su'cuy gar, I understand this is the recruiting office, I am Isahale Ker'fey of the clan Vevut." she said lowering her hand and placing it on here rifle "I would like to answer mandalore's call if he would have me." she shifted her footing a little nervousness starting to bubble up again. she knew he would check her records and she still hadn't found out what the mandalorian armies feelings on ex republic soldiers was, she as certainly met mandalorians who hated those who had severed within their old and on again enemy even in a mercenary role, much less as real military.

[projectsunfire]

Kernig looked up from his console after interviewing the previous Mandalorian that had approached his desk. A Rodian female stood there and Kernig could'nt help but wonder if he had heard wrong. Clan Vevut? Well she spoke Mandoa, wore the armor... She was answering Mandalore's call. Kernig blinked at her a moment and shook his head. Nothing could beat the Codru'Ji he'd signed up earlier.

"Sorry, have a seat please." Kernig set up a new datapad entry and began entering in the Rodians information. A red cautionary signal lit up indicateing Republic Military. "Well now, served the republic eh?" Kernig sat back in his chair and rested his hands against his belly. He studied the Rodian through ageing eyes.

Kernig took a sip of his Caf and tilted his head to the side. His curiosity on his sleeve he righted himself and asked a question. "So what are your goals once you've joined Mandalore?"

[Hammy]

"Will do. Thank you, sir," Rollick said, tucking the 'pad under one arm. He did pick up on the man's close observation but decided not to think too much on it. Rollick was used to a few stares. He stepped evenly out of the building, putting his helmet on his went. Time for training.

[Zarkan]

Isa settled into the seat in front of the desk before setting her rifle on the floor leaning against the chair as she waited.
Isa felt more than a few muscles tense as the aged human mandalorian mentioned her service in the republic army something that had been a sticking point in the past between her and other mandalorians. She was glad for the darkened visor of her helmet covered her worried face as she watched the man take a drink of some beverage before asking her a question. Isa waited several moments to answer partially to consider her answer, but also to steady her nerves. "I, " she hesitated before siting straight up and clearing her throat " You have seen my records I am sure you know that I am no assault trooper, glory is not for me. My only goal is to see that as many of my battle brothers and sisters live to bring honor to their clans and not die glory less deaths from pity wounds and sickness" She finished scanning the mando for any signals from his expression weather good or bad.

[projectsunfire]

"There are many roads to glory Vod'ika." Kernig said with a slight upturn of his mouth. "Tell me a little bit about your time with the republic. What did you think of them?" Kernig Stood awkwardly and thumped his prosthetic limb over to his caf machine and poored a second cup for his guest and set it down in front of her. "What was your experience there?"

[Zarkan]

I'm pulling out of the thread and plot PSF.