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Youngling
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Sept 11, 2008 17:37:38 GMT -5
Post by Hammy on Sept 11, 2008 17:37:38 GMT -5
After leaving his name with the secretary at the front desk, Rollick ambled to one of the chairs in the waiting area and sat down. The evaluation itself was a thing of curiosity for him. There had been very few times when he had to commit himself to a medical ward of any kind, those times being only when he didn’t have the proper supplies on hand. The scar on his left cheek was visible evidence of that but was done, was done.
He was in the middle of reading a holozine article on the latest hyper drive engine when he was called in. He left his bag and helmet sitting in the chair next to him and headed for the office. The female officer behind the desk regarded him with a cool, unreadable glance. Rollick assumed a straight-backed stance and saluted with both right hands. “Corporal Maar, reporting, ma’am,” he said evenly.
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projectsunfire
...oh how we miss him...
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Sept 11, 2008 23:07:02 GMT -5
Post by projectsunfire on Sept 11, 2008 23:07:02 GMT -5
"At ease Corporal." Siin, relaxed in her chair and motioned to the seat on the other side of her desk. "Have a seat." She said cooly as she adjusted herself in her chair.
"We've been watching you with interest, Vod'ika." She said in her usual soft voice. "Fortunately for you, your performance has kept these interested parties from getting their Galaar talons into you." Siin, sat back in her chair and watched the Mandalorian Codru'jii with interest. "I have been reading your evaluation. You seemed to have a bit of a problem adjusting when you first arrived. What seemed to be the problem?"
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Youngling
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Sept 12, 2008 15:04:29 GMT -5
Post by Hammy on Sept 12, 2008 15:04:29 GMT -5
“Vor entye, ma’am.” Rollick eased into the seat. “Shall I take that as a good thing?” he asked with a slight grin at the comment on ‘interested parties.’
He took her look of interest in stride, glancing down a moment to consider her question. “I…believe it was just culture shock, ma’am," he answered, looking back up. "See, I’d never been here before and my father was the only contact with Mandalorians I had. After he was killed, you could say I sort of lost that contact.” He shrugged, a complicated gesture with two pairs of shoulders. “Plus, I’ve only ever worked with either one other person or alone. Team strategy took some tries to master.” This he admitted with a slightly bemused upturn of the mouth. “My training sergeant could tell you that much.”
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