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Post by Dire Wolf on Feb 15, 2009 22:24:56 GMT -5
Mal blinked at the shorter man, and once he got over his initial reaction he, let a hearty and loud laugh erupt from his belly. He laughed harder than he did in a long time... ever since he was with... her, his.. wife. He promptly stopped laughing at that thought. Yes, he had more or less gotten over it, well, as much as one could get over losing a spouse, while she did die with honor... he still wished that she was here, laughing beside him. Fortunately though, the little (comparatively) human got his mind off of the past by challenging him to "fisti-cuffs", all that the 8' tall man could do was laugh and scruff up the boy's hair with a massive hand as he watched the man put his fists up to play fight. No need to apologize, Lia. He smiled, his face and insides hurting from the laughter.
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Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Feb 15, 2009 23:15:30 GMT -5
She nodded and blushed slightly at his words. Why? Well, honestly, she wasn't sure why. Either way, they made her laugh and shake her head, the three strands of beads holding the back of her hair out of her face clicking together as she swung her head.
Ugh! You guys are going to drive me insane! No Lat, we're missing one person, but if she doesn't hurry I'm leaving her behind....we have a deadline to keep. As for you.
She said, pointing a threatening finger at Ark.
Don't you encourage this.
She stated, swinging her hand back around to point at Itani.
And as for you....
Lia stated, rounding on Mal.
If you catch him don't kill him, eh? I like my brother alive....despite his annoyance of me.
She teased, poking her finger into Mal's lower chest as she looked up at him. With that said, she giggled a little and shook her head once more.
Okay, enough chatter for me, I've got to get back to work....this ship can't fly herself. Lat, I need your help so c'mon.
With that, Lia's hand struck out like a snake toward Itani's ear. Grabbing it, she pulled down and backward, but not hard enough to cause any serious pain.
C'mon ninja boy, let's go.
She stated, dragging him a step backward toward the cockpit of the Ghost Star
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Post by Mara on Feb 16, 2009 18:05:10 GMT -5
Ambria turned to see an extremely tall male walk into the ship behind her, hearing his foodsteps. She smiled at him, belatedly remember she was still clad head to foot in armor, and he would not she her smile, let alone her face. She didn't recognize him, either. Perhaps he was a late addition to special operations just as she was.
Nodding slightly to Italia, whom she had met earlier, briefly, Ambria moved aft with her gear, figuring on storing it all away until needed. Though her armor was comfortable, there was no need to sit in it for hours traveling through hyperspace. Finding an empty storage bin, she first set her two weapons cases inside and then her small medical bag. Finally she began stripping off her armor and placing it within the bin. Now she was only dressed in her tunic and leggings and her boots. They were form-fitting but comfortable. The second lineament considered replacing her belt and holster but then decided against it. This was only a trip, after all. And among her compatriots.
With a second look to make sure everything was secure, she shut the storage bin and made her way back to the common area. Ambria could hear some conversation between the others, Italia, the man she had brought to the meeting--her brother if she remembered right, the very tall being and Ark--the giant machine.
She was just coming around the corner, with the others in view, when she caught the end of their conversation, seeing Italia dragging her brother away, leaving Ambria with the hulking Ark and the newcomer, also a bit hulking Feeling slightly out of place, and just a little small, hoping she wasn't interrupting anything, she cleared her throat slightly and gave a small smile. Ambria nodded at the two of them. "Second lieutenant Ambria Arcane. But you can call me Ambria," she added, knowing she looked nothing like her rank in her simple black clothing.
[going to thread "Operation Reclamation"]
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Feb 17, 2009 10:58:08 GMT -5
Post by Meira on Feb 17, 2009 10:58:08 GMT -5
Trin wasn't late, but she was close to. She hurried into the hangar and boarded the ship without a word. She moved quickly to the back where she stashed her gear in a locker before returning to the main hold. She was almost too busy to notice yet another addition to their team.
This guy was big! He would surely stand out like a sore thumb wherever they went. She wondered why such a man was with Spec Ops and not leading a whole platoon in the more regular gory kind of combat his stature seemed to imply. But she shrugged it off and went about her own business, checking the gadgets on her gauntlets. There would be a time for talk and introductions at some point, so she wasn't so concerned with knowing the man's name as she was for preparing for the mission.
((OOC:Quick and pathetic... but yeah))
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Post by projectsunfire on May 25, 2009 16:10:45 GMT -5
Mandalore sat in the mess hall and munched hungrily on a bit of bread with his nerf stew. He'd been in his offices for three days going over the modifications to the enormous ship that his special unit had aquired. It was getting close to being ready for use, and the crew for it was nearly complete in their training. It was about time he had had a little celibratory meal. After all Mandalore can't subsist on Caf and MRE's forever.
He looked up from his soup to see a group of new recruits stareing at him. He fixed them with a stony glare that would have turned sweet buns into moldy week old bread, and their attentions swiftly turned back to their meal. Mandalore, hmphed with satisfaction as he turned his attention back to shovelling his stew into his mouth before it could get cold.
Still chewing his last bite of stew, Mandalore picked up his cup. Examining the liquid within, he heaved a heavy sigh. His thoughts resting on a riseing star. Bane was his name. He had been a special ops trainee before service. How he envied that boy. His mind seemed to slide back to his own days of field service, and it made him long for the day when he could run at his enemy head long with beskar drawn.
He set down his cup and stifled a burp. Grumbling softly at the fact that his tray was now empty. He slugged back the water in one large gulp and stood up, leaving his tray for one of the mess hall attendees to clean up. With a purposefull gate he stalked off to the shipyard for a surprise inspection.
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Post by Keilara on May 26, 2009 12:59:01 GMT -5
Fable stepped of the transport and stretched. Space travel had never been something she enjoyed, and long flights were particularly bothersome. Closed spaces and lack of escape routes made her feel like a caged animal... It never helped that about 6 hours in Kistra would start fidgeting. She squashed a smile as the strill practically scampered off the transport after her, gurgling with glee; Kistra really could not stand to be stuffed in a cargo hold.
She dropped a hand on Kistra’s head and headed around to gather up her pack and check over her rifle. Satisfied that everything seemed to be in order she slung her pack up onto her back and subtly motioned Kistra to follow her.
Fable had been given instructions on what to do after she had settled into her quarters on Concord Dawn. First and foremost had been to be vaccinated against the Karatos Plague. She shuddered at the thought, her face twisting in distaste.
And now I’m here... Joy...
Quickly schooling her features as she made her way into the hanger she shrugged. She was a sergeant. No needle would make her cringe.
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Post by Grawn on Jun 7, 2009 23:53:41 GMT -5
Kaarmine stepped out the transport, breathing in the air of Concord Dawn, the place of his birth. He had been gone for many years and it felt the same. This is where it had all begun for him, and it was only destiny to be back. He walked with his helmet beneath his arm, his brown eyes looking for someone that could direct him to an officer.
His Sergeant on Mandalore had sent him to Concord Dawn, saying he was needed for something that was to happen. He never indulged Kaarmine on this but a soldier doesnt question orders so off he had went. As he looked about the hanger he saw a female Vahla that looked she might know where things were, though Kaarmine didnt know how he came to that conclusion, instinct he guessed. The woman's salt and pepper hair that went to her midback shined in the light as Kaarmine approached.
"My apologizes miss but could you direct me to an officer? Im a Private from Mandalore looking for an assignment of some sort" he asked with as much professionalism as possible.
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Jun 8, 2009 0:51:41 GMT -5
Post by Keilara on Jun 8, 2009 0:51:41 GMT -5
Fable was so absorbed in figuring out where she was going and not looking like an idiot while doing it she didn't even notice the blonde haired man as he walked up to her and hoped she covered the small jump she made as he spoke to her. Pausing a moment before she turned to face him she made sure her face was void of any discernible emotion.
"I'm sorry ... Private you said? I'm just as lost as you are I'm afraid. I'm searching for the med bay and then the barracks."
She took her right hand from the strap of her pack and briefly laid it on Kistra's head to calm her, then held it out to him. While she waited for him to shake her hand she gave him a good looking over. Taller than she was which was a relief. So many men discriminated against her because she was their height. She got so sick of having to break noses to prove she'd earned her rank. She was fairly young, she knew it. That didn't for one second mean she hadn't earned it.
"Sergeant Barris, Special Ops. My first order was to get vaccinated against the Karatos plague" Her nose wrinkled in disgust at the thought. "Maybe we can both go out and get lost around here together. We may eventually find our way to where it is we're supposed to be going."
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Jun 8, 2009 1:13:05 GMT -5
Post by Grawn on Jun 8, 2009 1:13:05 GMT -5
"Better then nothing sir, i was born here several years ago but im completely lost around here". Kaarmine spoke with respect realizing the womans higher rank.
Concord Dawn had seemed to change a lot but the plague vacc was still required to survive against it. He had the needle driven into him before he was 5 so he didnt remember it but Brandus was pretty sure it wasnt delightful.
"Oh and the name is Brandus Karrmine, sir" he finished with a brisk salute, putting his helmet on the ground to do this. Finding his back pack was starting to slip he pulled it up higher, not wanting to drag it and risk losing his equipment. His rifle was in their along with a few other things. He was hoping to find a commanding officer soon so he didnt feel AWOL but there was nothing he could do about it.
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Post by Mr.Bøbert on Jun 8, 2009 8:55:49 GMT -5
((ooc: Holy crap. I leave for one, maybe two days and you guys get to 5 pages?!?! Sheesh!On the bright side, I drew a new set of armor for Zeth! ;D It's quite awesome, if I do say so myself..... I'll get it scanned asap... ))
Zeth heard more then felt the wind blowing across his helmet. It was a beautiful day, especially when compared to Nar Shaddaa, the wretched Smuggler's Moon he had just come from. There, the cloudcutters cast ominous shadows, making it always seem like night, adding to the weariness that seemed to be over the entire planet. You could not go ten meters without being pickpocketed or mugged... Unless you were a fully-armored Mandalorian with a lightsaber hanging from your belt as a trophy. Sure, he hadn't got it off a Jedi he'd slain, but people thought as much when they saw it. Who knows? Maybe he had indeed taken it off a Jedi's corpse. There was no way to tell if the mercenary he'd killed all those years ago had been a Force-user or not. Not that it mattered anymore.
The airspeeder rose over a hill, and the Mandalorian Base rose into view. He turned the speeder towards it, and brought the throttle down, decreasing the airspeed of the vehicle, then eventually brought it to a stop and landed it near the building.
Zeth powered down the airspeeder and stepped out of it's cockpit. The new Mandalorian Base somehow looked bigger up close. He wasn't sure why he was here, but orders were orders. He pulled the piece of flimsi he had received a few days ago out of one of his many storage pouches on his belt, and re-read it again. He was to report to a 'Colonel Bane' who was somewhere in this base. He had heard rumors of Bane, the one who led the mission to Coruscant to reclaim the basilisk. Why Zeth was told to report to him, he had no idea.
He saw two figures, one female, and another male carrying a helmet under his arm. He walked towards them. "I don't suppose either of you know where a 'Colonel Bane' is, do you?" he said with an informal tone, as he didn't know what their ranks were.
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Jun 8, 2009 13:17:41 GMT -5
Post by Jace on Jun 8, 2009 13:17:41 GMT -5
Soldiers came to attention, greeting him with salutes and a few "Welcome Back,Colonel". Technically of course they were wrong, he was a Brigadier General, but he wasn't about to make a point of it. He would probably affix the star to his attire after he ate. He returned each salute as he passed through the hallways of the Special Operations Headquarters. His stroll through the HQ was a little different this side, since he was accompanied by none other than Mandalore himself.
Bane was glad to see that everything was in order, and there was no one lazing around. It would have been a disgrace for anything to be below par, but his troops were trained well, and understood their commander. Once again he felt an immense sense of pride well up in him. He was a commander that could truly be proud of his troops, and what they had achieved. Bane just hoped the cooks had also achieved something to be proud of today.
They arrived at the canteen minutes later, and Bane watched as all the soldiers quickly got up and saluted before going about their business. He made his way over to the line, a minute later walked away with a full tray. Bane always tended to eat a great deal whenever he was back at base. He knew how to appreciate a good meal and enjoy one when you get the chance. Bane found an empty table and waited until Mandalore sat, before sitting himself.
I still haven't gotten a chance to check on the team. I better finish this meal quickly and see how they all are.
Though Bane didn't show it, he still did care about his team. They had his back, just as he had theirs, and they had accomplished something that was next to impossible. While they were a little different from the typical soldiers he was used to fighting with, they were no less effective or loyal.
Cut it out Bane!you are starting to sound sentimental. Your job is to lead your troops and bring glory to Mandalore, not to make friends..
He had to remind himself of that a little more frequently then he would have liked, as of late.
I must be getting old...
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Jun 8, 2009 13:48:29 GMT -5
Post by Grawn on Jun 8, 2009 13:48:29 GMT -5
Kaarmine turned to the man who had asked about a 'Colonel Bane'. He looked him up and down, noticing the lightsaber on his belt. Nice trophy.
"Actually im looking for a commanding officer myself. Private Brandus Kaarmine, im a transport from Mandalore" Kaarmine said, putting his pack down and putting his helmet on. He was tired of carrying it. "Along with Sergeant Barris, here" he added, pointing at the Vahla with his thumb.
Kaarmine didnt like the feeling of being lost. He just wanted to get under someones command and be what he was, a soldier, serving his people. The Private was hoping his first actual combat experience wouldnt be his last but he had a feeling that when in battle, you really didnt think about it as much as you did out of.
"I guess we can find a commander together" the Mandalorian suggested as he looked through the visor HUD of his helmet.
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Post by Keilara on Jun 8, 2009 14:54:38 GMT -5
Fable turned and gave the newcomer the once over and snapped to attention, anyone wandering around with a lightsaber attached to their belt deserved some respect.
"As Kaarmine said sir, we're both a bit lost ourselves. I'm looking for the Med Bay and Kaarmine is looking for a commanding officer that knows what's going on. I'll be on my way to look for one of those myself when I'm through being vaccinated."
She paused a moment as an idea entered her head
"Sir, would you mind pointing me in the direction of the Med Bay and then taking Kaarmine under your wing? That way we could all meet our objectives."
Her stomach growled and she flushed a light pink
Dammit... Way to appear the self-sufficient female Fable. Now they'll both think you can't take care of yourself
She grimaced slightly before continuing.
"And after that I suppose it might be good if I grabbed something to eat.
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Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Jun 8, 2009 15:24:12 GMT -5
((Darlin, the top of this page's posts are from before the Reclamation thread....that's a tad more'n one or two day ^_~))
Italia coughed slightly, visibly pained by the action as she sat quietly in the halls half way between the med bay and the dining room. Auburn head rested back against the cool wall, top of her back and shoulders resting there as well as she sat on the floor, legs bent at the knees to act as props keeping her from sliding down further, green eyes closed. If one didn't know better they'd have said she was asleep. Well...she nearly was to be honest...after the tussle with those two idiots back at the med bay, Lia had opted to look for someone sane to talk to.
In retrospect, coming to a MANDALORIAN Spec Ops HQ ta find someone SANE ta talk to...might not've been the most intelligent place ta go, m'girl.
That was meant for herself.
Either way, the poor woman looked like she'd been through hell and back. Well, she had been...if one considered a Museum on Coruscant filled to the brim with angry officers while you're trying to steal a giant basilisk droid hell...she certainly did. One of it's many circles anyway. Black, long sleeved, shirt hung loose about her, covering the plethora of injuries and bandages beneath, her right hand was wrapped slightly around the palm, and the ring finger of the same hand was wrapped and braced to keep the stitches below secure, the ugly fading of bruises and cuts marking her face and whatever parts of her skin were visible. Brown pants betrayed the bandages along her legs, and well loved, brown leather, combat boots ended the ensemble.
Why was she sitting on the floor? Simple...she'd just taken a bit of pain medication, it hadn't kicked in yet, and this was the first place to sit. In short: she was in a considerable amount of pain.
While she was here, Italia figured she might as well visit Ark...she hadn't had a chance yet with the farm troubles. With those being considerably lessened now (thanks to Mandalore), she felt she could actually take a little time to go and visit the rest of the team. Presently she heard voices echoing along the hall, shortly followed by footsteps. At last she opened emerald green eyes and lifted her head slightly. Three people, two men and a woman it seemed, two in armor, one with a...lightsaber? Lia snorted slightly. Must not have been a very good jedi. That or he was a force user himself. Only time would tell, she supposed. As the three drew closer, she nodded slightly to them.
Med bay is the next door on the left, just passed the mess hall, and I think Bane's...
She'd been about to say "out" when she saw behind them the very man they'd been looking for, accompanied by another man who had an air of authority about him she couldn't quite place. Auburn head tilted slightly before returning to it's normal position as she nodded to them. Little did she know that that man was the one she was dreading meeting with later that...Mandalore himself.
Nevermind...guess Bane's in now...that was him.
The little spitfire tilted her head in the direction of the mess hall where Bane had entered before shoving herself upward with a groan. Finally the pain was ebbing away again.
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Post by Mr.Bøbert on Jun 8, 2009 19:04:24 GMT -5
((ooc: Really? *checks dates* Oh. Lol. Didn't know that. Silly me.))
Zeth nodded. "Thanks," he said, and walked towards the two armor-clad figures. When he reached them, he saluted by pounding his fist against his armor. "Colonel Bane, Lieutenant Colonel Zeth Kor reporting." He was unsure which one was the Colonel, so he just sort of saluted to the space in between them.
((ooc: Meh, Short, pathetic.... *stabs post with Zeth's lightsaber*))
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Post by Keilara on Jun 8, 2009 22:46:42 GMT -5
Fable spotted the woman resting on the floor and glanced over her taking in her injuries with appreciation. This was a woman to look up to. She gave a short nod of appreciation as her question was answered.
"Thank you very much... Sooner I get this done and over with the better."
She turned then to the two men walking with her and added
"Looks like this is my stop. I'm sure I'll see you both around." With a nod at each she turned back and moved down the hall to the door mentioned pausing as it opened and stepping quickly inside.
(ooc: horribly short, but... had to wrap up..)
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Post by Darth Tammy on Jun 9, 2009 3:31:46 GMT -5
Talia walked throughout the corridors of headquarters looking highly unamused. She had just returned from a bland mission that lacked any real challenge for her. Having barely had time to take a breath before she was informed that she had to received some sort of special immunization, she was far from pleased. She had always disliked shots and this was going to prove to be quite the same as the others she could only guess. Trudging through the hallways, she tried to keep her shoulders back and head held high but the prospect of having a needle in her arm or butt or wherever they chose this time was not one she looked forward to.
Muttering curses under her breath, she continued on her way to the medical bay thinking about the way things had been panning out lately and how her luck seemed to worsen as time went on. Her mission had not gone as well as anticipated and she was the only one that could be blamed. She dreaded meeting her superior officers face to face almost as much as getting this shot. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Talia began to weigh the options of getting the damn immunization or meeting with the higher ups and the shot was looking more favorable by the minute.
Suddenly refocusing on the path she was walking, she looked around for a minute and grimaced. While lost in thought she had...in fact become lost. Shouting a few curses and kicking a nearby wall, she caught the glimpse of a lower ranked soldier heading towards her looking at her strangely. As she glared heavily, the man's attention suddenly seemed to be diverted as he walked away in the other direction. Rolling her shoulders, she took a deep breath and calmed down as she tried to find the medical bay once more.
"I really don't spend enough time in headquarters..."
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Post by 10Tickler on Jun 9, 2009 11:27:16 GMT -5
Her ship had been docked, up in space, a transport bringing her from the small floating spacedock that sat in Orbit aroud Concord Dawn for this exact reason. Slightly relieved, yet still mostly miffed at the command to return, Celke Tarria did not cut a striking figure of any sort. She was just barely Five foot tall, her face and hair hidden by her helmet, a deep grey coloring that seemed to urge the eyes to move on and look at something else.
Wait, Miffed? Anyone who knew the girl, anyone who had any inkling of what they were here to prepare for, would be confused by the Mumbling midget before them. Celke reveled in Killing, some could even swear that she had to bathe in blood to fufill her unnatural Bloodlust in battle. So why exactly would she be annoyed now?
Replaying Bane's Holomessage in her mind, Celke swore softly in Mando'a. She had been on leave when it arrived, his figure cutting into her daydreaming over Nar Shadaa, snapping her back to a reality that she had, frankly, wished to ignore for another week. "You will report to Concord Dawn for a New Mission" The Holographic Representation had told her, causing her to punch a nearby computer, breaking the screen and most of the inner workings.
However, Orders are orders, and Moving away from the ships she had been accompanying, Celke started the trip back to Concord Dawn, Docking her ship after several days in hyperspace and Coming planetside. Now she was back, once more, in the special Operations base, and it seemed to her that Bane had pulled out all the stops.
Hn she muttered, seeing some of them, some that she knew, some she disliked and some that she just plainly didn't give two hells about. Closing her eyes beneath her helmet, Celke removed the Garb, revealing Black and purple hair, usually spiked in all directions, Helmet head didn't help her much...she needed a haircut soon anyway though, so it didn't matter. Rumpling her hair with her fingers, she leaned against a wall and Sighed. Waiting.
Hurry up and wait.
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Post by Grawn on Jun 9, 2009 20:25:38 GMT -5
His pack slung over his shoulder and helmet on, Kaarmine entered the mess hall in search of the man the woman had said was Bane. He had recalled seeing someone with red, green and black Mandalorian armor enter the large room so if his instincts were any good, he guessed that was the Brigadier General himself.
The room was filled with Mandalorians milling about, some armored, some not, some eating, some talking but they didnt interest the Private as he scanned the room. Bane was in here somewhere and if he could find him, Kaarmine could finally get some official assignments going. Looking around the room he saw the man whom he believed was Brigadier General Bane sitting eatting at a far table. While he didnt wish to interrupt the man's meal, Kaarmine straigtened up and made his way towards the man.
This man, Bane Haseful, had helped free Concord Dawn from the Republic. Everytime he thought of Bane, it reminded him of his own father. Approaching the man, Kaarmine gave a brisk salute.
"Are you Brigadier General Bane, sir? Im Private Brandus Kaarmine, a transfer from Mandalore to assist with the war efforts sir". He tried to say it without his legs giving out from under him as he stood before the legend himself and tried not to sound like the greenest recruit this side of the Mid Rim. To say he was a bit intimidated by Bane was a bit of a understatement.
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Post by projectsunfire on Jun 9, 2009 21:11:12 GMT -5
((Recognized Bane, and Private Kaarmine's presence))
Solus'ad joined Bane for lunch and they ate like common soldiers. It felt good to feel like he disappeared in the crowd, though the idea was a foolish one. After all, Mandalore and a Brigadier General sorta stood out in a crowd of Generally Enlisted men.
It had been a couple days since Mandalore had been to the Mess, and it seemed that the food was improveing. He'd have to slip the mess officer a promotion, or at least divert some funding his way. He tore off a large hunk of bread and dipped it in the red gourd soup. It sponged up the red watery fluid like a rag sopping blood. It wasn't quite thick enough, yet Mandalore still felt a bit canabalistic as he tore off a mouthfull and chewed.
It tasted sweet and spicy. Mandalore let his hands spread apart so he seemed to be considerng his soup. When he'd swallowed he waved down one of the kitchen staff and asked for a two mugs of Ne'tra gal for himself and Bane. At which point he lifted the bowl to his mouth and sipped at it like it was tea.
People walked back and forth getting food, or talking with one another. All seemed like a quiet meal would ensue, until a young private approached.
"Are you Brigadier General Bane, sir? Im Private Brandus Kaarmine, a transfer from Mandalore to assist with the war efforts sir". He said to Bane. Mandalore smiled into his bowl of soup, as its rim rested on his lower lip. The boy hadn't recognized him. He almost choked, accept for the fact that it meant his casual dress had disguised him. I know how it feels son. Mandalore thought to himself. When he laid down his bowl he licked his lip once and nodded to Bane to let him know he didnt mind the interuption. "He's asking for you Al'verde." Solus'ad said with a chuckle. Their Ne'tra gal arrived and he began to sip at it, enjoying the strong bitter nip of the brew.
With a satisfied smile he leaned back in the chair and watched to see how now Brigadier General Bane would respond.
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