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Jun 9, 2009 21:32:04 GMT -5
Post by Mr.Bøbert on Jun 9, 2009 21:32:04 GMT -5
((ooc: Erm... You forgot Zeth, PSF. >.> <.< >.> He's standing there, too.... lol))
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Jun 9, 2009 21:33:27 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Jun 9, 2009 21:33:27 GMT -5
Italia chortled slightly at their various reactions. They must all be new. Not like she WASN'T new around here as well, hell, she wasn't even IN the military...yet.
Good luck all...Bane's not exactly....warm. Sorry for you too vod, med bay trips are no fun at'tall.
Ugh! There was that damn slang again! Huffing out her irritation, Italia watched with steady green eyes as the two men, Bane and another she didn't recognize, entered the hall. She didn't get a good look at the other, but a small smirk formed on her face. Not half bad lookin' for an older gent...wonder what Bane's up to? Doesn't seem the type to go hangin' around with just anyone. Maybe another Colonel or some other officer. 'Bout all I can think. The auburn chuckled, shaking her head slightly before letting out a light hiss and pressing a hand to her side.
Yep...that one hurt.
After a tense moment she took another breath. Then another. Then she was able to breath normally again. Passing the door to the mess hall, she paused as she heard the boy address Bane and snickered....she just couldn't help herself...
Oi! Old Man, Sir!....I mean Bane, sir! Go easy on the kiddies huh?
She earned a number of looks at that. Lia really didn't care much, and she flashed a bright grin at the typically grouchy man. Yup, she'd have to go visit him later....if he didn't kill her first.
With a jaunty wave she stepped out of the hall and in the direction of the hangar bay where Ark lived.
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Jun 9, 2009 23:49:14 GMT -5
Post by Jace on Jun 9, 2009 23:49:14 GMT -5
It was odd, unnatural, yet completely out of this world. He was sitting next to the man, who he put his life on the line for everyday. The person who he considered the closest thing to a god. A name which was known by all in his culture. Why then was Bane sitting next to this man and eating so casually as if they were close friends? What did Bane do to deserve such an honor? The man had even gone as far as ordering some Ne'tra gal for both of them. On top of all that, the food seemed to be especially delicious today.
Bane's instincts always told him that when everything was going too good, that something must be wrong. It was the feeling he felt time and time again, most recently, on Coruscant. There was a reason he trusted his instincts. That was when another soldier approached him and saluted smartly. He must be new since Bane had never seen him before. He was soon followed by a young Mandalorian, and he seemed quite nervous, and Bane soon learned why. Sadly, he was about to get another reason to be even more nervous, quite possibly even scared. Bane suddenly shot up out of his seat, a cold look in his eyes.
"Lieutenant Colonel Zeth!Private Kaarmine! Do you not know who sits before you?! The man before me is Mandalore himself! Now report in to him and make sure you apologize for your idiocy!" He barked loudly so everyone in the mess hall could hear.
Bane knew it was somewhat unreasonable due to Mandalore's current appearance. What was done was done though, and the Ne'tra gal arrived just as he sat back down. Just as Bane had taken his first sip, he heard a loud feminine voice
"Oi! Old Man, Sir!....I mean Bane, sir! Go easy on the kiddies huh?"
Bane choked on his drink, almost spilling it all over the table. He looked up to see Italia's beaming smile, which consequently was the exact opposite of his current expression.
"ITALIA!!!" He roared loudly with the might of one of his war cries
He had been completely embarrassed by that silly little girl, on top of that, it was in front of Mandalore. For once, Bane wished his instincts hadn't been spot on. Bane was fuming, his fists had become white from clenching his hands so tightly.
Bah! that ad'ika is going to get it one day
Bane let out a grunt, and went back to eating his food. He was not going to let some little girl get him all riled up, especially not in front of Mandalore. He made a personal note to sharpen his katanas after this, it looks like he would be using them sooner than expected.
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Jun 10, 2009 0:59:44 GMT -5
Post by projectsunfire on Jun 10, 2009 0:59:44 GMT -5
When Solus'ad realized that Bane was about to spill Mandalore's little secret, he started to wave his hands in a desperate attempt to prevent him, from letting slip that he was Mandalore. He had hoped to enjoy his freedom from responsibility for a bit longer, but it seemed that would not be. He finished his subtle hand gestures before Bane had noticed, and put on a tight lipped smile.
When Italia tweeked Banes nose, Mandalore burst into warm laughter. His scar deforming down his face over his eye. The contrasts played off eachother. His scar seeming more vicious, and his mirth more vibrant. When things looked like they were about to turn into a fight, Solus'ad stood up slowly and set down his Ne'tra gal.
"Suum ca'nara!" Solus'ad's voice boomed through the mess hall. His face had subtle impatience written into its furrows. His features softenned, and in a voice more far more relaxed "Have a sit down." He said, directing the statement to everyone. When all acompanied had relaxed and pulled up a chair Solus'ad sat with them. With a slow swipe of his hand, he picked up his Ne'tra gal and lifted it to his lips. "So what can I do for you, Colonel? Private?" Mandalore said casually, and took a sip. He was going to ignore Italia's cheekiness for now. He'd hold no prisoners with her later. As if reading Banes Subdued Rage, Solus'ad chuckled softly and shook his head at him. "Not worth it, ad."
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Jun 10, 2009 13:04:47 GMT -5
Post by Grawn on Jun 10, 2009 13:04:47 GMT -5
Well Kaarmine was glad he was wearing his helmet right now, for two reasons. One it prevented his jaw from hitting the ground when he looked over at the figure that sat next to Bane. Then it also hid the flush of red that came to his face as he realized his error. Havent even got an assignment and you've fucked up already Kaarmine! Words refused to come to him at first, to afraid he'd stammer something stupid and offend the great Mandalore himself.
He felt like he was back at boot camp, he swore he could feel everyones eyes on him since Bane had declared him a idiot. How could he have known!? Kaarmine hadnt expected to meet two legendary figures in one place, it was to much. But as Mandalore asked him to sit, he felt a little better as he pulled up a chair.
"Uh..my..my apologizes Mandalore sir, i didnt expect to meet you in all places. Forgive my lack of introduction" Kaarmine managed to get the words out with only stammering out the first few words. He slowly felt the flush leave his face and he felt a little bit better. Yet Kaarmine felt like the size of a numa and as annoying as one. A lowly Private addressing a Brigadier General and the Mandalore himself, it must have been unheard of! "Im a transfer from Mandalore, sirs, like i stated before. Im seeking an assignment of some sort. I feel rather lost. Straight from boot camp" his size only dwindled as he spoke. GOD DAMN he was green.
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Jun 10, 2009 13:40:05 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Jun 10, 2009 13:40:05 GMT -5
Italia had scampered away nearly as fast as she'd come, hearing Bane's enraged cry of her name even as another's laughter echoed into the hall she was currently retreating down. Well, at least she'd gotten a laugh from someone, though most of them seemed shocked as hell. A new voice echoed through the hall, and Lia assumed it had to be the man Bane had been with and she wondered, as she paced the distance toward Ark's hangar, just who he was.
((exit italia))
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Jun 10, 2009 15:19:37 GMT -5
Post by Mr.Bøbert on Jun 10, 2009 15:19:37 GMT -5
Zeth had to mentally bend down and pick his jaw back up. He also had to stop himself from bursting into laughter, as Bane had apparently not seen Mandalore's vain attempts to get him to stop talking. After regaining his composure, he saluted again, this time hitting his armor so hard it hurt his arm. "Mandalore. An honor to meet you. And I apologize for my.... idiocy." At the last part, he had to keep himself from laughing again as his eyes went back to Bane. He didn't turn his helmet, though. "I just had orders to report to Colonel Bane here. Some sort of assignment, I suppose."
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Jun 10, 2009 16:04:06 GMT -5
Post by 10Tickler on Jun 10, 2009 16:04:06 GMT -5
Watching the Shenanigans of the group around the Brigadier General and the Mandalore's Table, Celke sighed. She had recognized him, but little could make her care at this point. Passing the three, Italia Rushed by her, and Celke's eyes made contact, a thin smile crossing the Midget Mandalorian's face as the other Femme fled to places unknown. She ignored Bane, he was on her Shitlist currently, and decided to be nice and not pretend to fawn over the Mandalore, Butt-Kissing wasn't her style.
Finding an empty table, the Ornery, Half-Bpfasshi Mandalorian female sat, running fingers through her hair as she motioned for a Drink. Sadly, the strongest that the canteen sold was a Variety of Ales, which was sad, if only because she wanted something to knock her out. she WAS supposed to be on leave, enjoying herself, but it seemed that the Universe Conspired against Celke Tarria. Casting a Sideways Glare at Bane, she Harrumphed as her Drink came, and then started on the Bitter Ale, sipping it slowly.
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Jun 10, 2009 18:09:56 GMT -5
Post by Mara on Jun 10, 2009 18:09:56 GMT -5
((Okies, just putting Ambria in here...and keeping her time since Reclaim kind of vague. I can move her later if someone wants to go to another thread with her. ) [...from Operation Reclaimation] Second Lieutenant Ambria Arcane of the Mandalorian Special Operations awoke from her nap slowly, shaking away the remaining wisps of her dream. She wasn't sure why, but in the weeks since returning back to Concord after the mission to Coruscant to capture the besilisk droid, she had been reliving the last moments of her life while on the planet Mandalore. The last moments with her husband, and the rest of her family and clan. All of it made for quite a restless few weeks. Weeks that she had tried to fill in with going to the gun range and practicing with her blasters and sniper rifles. Time spent running every morning around the compound and surrounding area. Hoping that the images etched forever in her mind would finally depart and go back to hiding, hiding wherever they had been after she left her family behind to join the Mandalorian army. Stretching, Ambria slowly climbed out of her bed, perching on the edge of it as she attached her prosthetic leg. Afterwards, she rubbed a hand from her face, trying to rub the images of the prone bronze-armor clad Mandalorian out of her mind. Bronzed except for the blue-eyed face staring blankly up at the sky. Even after all these years, she had yet to actually mourn the passing of her husband, already a decade past. At first it had been because she wasn't ready to accept it, packing her things and leaving her problems behind without any good-byes to her parents, her brothers, her in-laws, the rest of her clan family. She had immersed herself in her new life in the army on Concord Dawn, in the many battles she had fought in. Keeping busy to keep the images at bay. But now, after her most recent mission, Ambria couldn't understand why she was thinking of Turin once again, after pushing him from her mind for the past ten years. Sitting there on her small bed in her quarters in the HQ, she had no concept of what day it was, no idea that it was the anniversary of his death. Especially since no one kept time, not really, back on Mandalore. They were farmers, using the seasons to measure time, not hours and seconds. Standing up finally and stepping out of her simple clothes, she headed for the refresher, finding she needed the help of the hot water to rinse away her emotions that lay under the surface, boiling there for the past decade. Feelings that Ambria wanted to keep hidden, not wanting to deal with. As she stood there, propping herself against the tile wall--for her left leg could not get wet--possibilities entered her head. Her gift for attending to medical wounds... She always thought of it as her way to thank those who helped her when she lost her leg. Of trying to save those who could be saved. Because she could not save her husband. She had saved her team after they had returned back to the Ghost Star that day, weeks ago. All in bad shape, but none worse off than Mal had been. Ambria had never glanced at a chrono, but her sore legs had told her she had been working on him for hours, first staunching the bleeding in his belly and stitching up as well as she could, then later cleaning his many blaster and shrapnel wounds all over his back and legs. All the time he had remained unconscious, and she had been thankful for small victories. The others, Bane and Italia, they had been wounded also. And she attended to her colonel's leg and his other injuries as Itani had finally come aft to help with his sister's. When she had been satisfied everyone was well taken care of and she could do no more, checking Mal one last time, she had finally gone off to a corner of the ship and collapsed, sleeping for the entire trip back to the HQ on Concord Dawn. That had to be the reason thoughts of her husband had been creeping up ever since the return. Her attending of Mal and the wounded of her team had somehow reminded her of her late husband. And her tiredness after returning had weakened the barriers she had set up around the memories. And so they had leaked up, invading Ambria's sleep and sometimes coming through during the day as well. She had wanted to check on Mal after getting back, to see the other doctors and gather their opinions on her work and his condition, but she couldn't bear the thought of her emotions welling up if she entered that room. The large humanoid must think ill of her, one of his saviors after the mission at the museum, not wanting to look at him marinating in that kolto tank for fear of having to remember those blank blue eyes staring at nothing except piercing her soul with their sadness. Ambria shook her head and turned off the water, going through her slow motions of getting out of the shower and replacing her fake leg over her stump after using some moisturizing lotion on it. She wrapped a robe around herself, staring but not looking at the mirrored reflection of her face. Those dark green eyes replaced with blue ones. Her olive skin being outshined by a paler shade. Dark blond hair around the face instead of her own dark locks. She needed to do something. Find something to keep her mind active and away from thoughts that seemed to be increasing in their regularity, especially in the last couple of days. Quickly, she headed back to her main room and stripped off the robe and going to her customary brown leggings and pulling on a plain tunic of a dark green that made her own green eyes shine out more distinctly. Finishing with her well-worn military boots, she strapped on her blaster belt for good measure, holstering her smaller delicate blaster inside. The dark-skinned woman didn't know where she was headed; her destination was only that which didn't include the visions clouding her mind. Ambria left her quarters behind, heading for the front of the building, hoping that some fresh air might calm her emotions. And perhaps take in some target practice. But for now, she could be found walking through one of the many hallways, halfway from the living quarters and the main entrance/exit of the Mandalorian Special Operations HQ. [to Spec. Ops HQ training areas...]
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Jun 11, 2009 2:43:40 GMT -5
Post by projectsunfire on Jun 11, 2009 2:43:40 GMT -5
Mandalore nodded to the private, if only to not be rude. It did piss him off slightly that the rookies were invadeing his messhall to ask him where to go like he was some cross walk guard, but he wasn't about to throttle the man for Not knowing who he was. Mandalore had intended to keep his face a secret from the Mandalorian Public for as long as time would allow. After all, no one needed to paint a crosshair on his back and give the picture to the Republic.
"Relax boys, I'm not Mandalore the Ultimate. I wont execute you for talking in front of me. "Mandalore took another sip of his Ne'tra gal, its cool bitterness sloshing around in his mouth before he swallowed. He exhaled satisfyingly and continued. "Lt. Colonel Zeth, if your supposed to report to Bane, then your not an Idiot, he's right here. But I'd give your Intelligence officer a few choice words if I were you. If you don't have an Intelligence officer feeding you intel every minute of every day, then its not likely you'd have known I was here haveing a casual lunch with Brigadier General Bane. Dismissed."
Solus'ad turned his green eyed gaze to the Vorpan'verd "A transfer from Mandalore eh? Whats your specialty, Private?" He said to Brandus. His scar seemed to distort his face as Mandalore cast a cold appraising look upon the Private.
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Jun 11, 2009 3:35:56 GMT -5
Post by Grawn on Jun 11, 2009 3:35:56 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.
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Jun 11, 2009 4:11:53 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Jun 11, 2009 4:11:53 GMT -5
(( OOC Notice! We have shiny new threads for our base to clear up confusion! You can either keep your current conversation here or move it to the appropriate area, but from now on, if you wish to start a new conversation, please use the corresponding area! Thanks Much! ~Tal ))
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Jun 11, 2009 8:25:38 GMT -5
Post by projectsunfire on Jun 11, 2009 8:25:38 GMT -5
((Transfering to Messhall, can't wait to see you all there. and Tal...you really got bored last night after I left lol.))
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