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Jun 18, 2010 1:46:41 GMT -5
Post by Sporky on Jun 18, 2010 1:46:41 GMT -5
"Me and my gun..Just me and my gun..Ne shab'rud'ni.."
The singer of the tune was far from professional. In fact, his singing was almost painful to listen to. He was Zordon. And he was a tall, musclebound Mandalorian. His helmet, teal like the rest of his armor and designed to look like a Krayt' head, lay beside him. Under the armor, Zordon was a green-skinned Human-looking man, but with prominent brow ridges and a wide, thick nose. Ask him, and he'd tell you he was half-Boltrunian.
At the moment, Zordon sat in front of a bench, dozens of pieces of what looked like random odds and ends scattered on the bench. They weren't random bits of junk, though. They were the disassembled pieces of Zordon's iconic weapon, oddly named Go. Beside Zordon's helmet lay a rectangular alusteel backpack, actually Go's 'magazine'. The boma-leather arm straps on the pack were well-worn, and he intended to replace them soon. Perhaps with Zakkeg skin if he could get it.
Go was currently disassembled for cleaning, a task Zordon found quite pleasant. He cleaned Go quite frequently, believing that it made her fire faster. In his head, she did fire faster when clean, which made him more conservative with ammo on the field. Right now, though, he was focusing on making sure that no small bolts or screws had rolled away, for without them the terrifying weapon was more likely to explode in his face or fall apart than fire.
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Jun 18, 2010 18:34:15 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Jun 18, 2010 18:34:15 GMT -5
Her slightly limping strides down the hall gave away just how injured she was…mostly. The last few days had been hell, really, but then again…so that the last few months…sort of. That azure helmet was cradled between her side and right arm, settled along the armored forearm, and that same hand curled around the lower edge of it to keep the thing in place. That face, typically easy on the eyes, was bruised with a bandage holding two edges of a rather nasty looking cut together to heal. The short mane of layered auburn hair flickered and glinted in the harsh fluorescent lighting of the base like living fire, twin emeralds set into that face for eyes. The subtle clicking of the triplet set of beads she wore in her hair only served to remind her…she was the last one of her crew left alive to uphold the tradition.
Black, deep sapphire, red, gold, and gray…they all shown on that scored, dented, and nicked armor, still slightly bloody from her most recent escapades. She’d cleaned it, of course, but it was going to take a while to get ALL of the gore off. The primarily sapphire and black armor had seen a lot of action lately, but it still glistened nicely under the lights, standing apart from the others with its more organic design, the scale shaped design of the pauldrons, chest armor, and leg armor giving her a sleek and almost reptilian look, as well as greater mobility since it flexed and moved as she did…mostly. The armor WAS from the Crusader era, after all, and a family heirloom. She was lucky to have it, and in such pristine condition. It helped that she’d gotten if directly from the owner…strange as that may have sounded, considering he was 400 years old. The helmet itself was sleek, new (she hadn’t been able to fit his old one, after all), but the style was fairly similar, created to fit her head in such a way that she didn’t quite look human. The elongated structure of the helm allowed for the shaped interior so her head would fit comfortably while resembling the Taung facial structure of old.
This was Italia Phelan, in all of her 5’ 4” gory glory. Farmer’s daughter, mercenary, Mando’ade Vu’traat Ver’alor (special forces lieutenant)...she’d helped reclaim the Bes’uliik droid from Coruscant, then taken part in relaiming Shogun, she hailed from a long line of Ordo Clan warriors, and she was quite the verd’ika herself. The little spitfire had given hell to everyone from Republic soldiers to the current Mand’alor (albeit in different ways…she’d only TEASED Bane, not tried to kill him), fought beside some of he best warriors in the galaxy (counting both the previous and current Mand’alor), and even begun falling in love. It was unfortunate that the one she’d been falling for had died on Shogun to keep her alive…it was even worse that he had been Mand’alor.
With the loss of Solus’ad, much of that previous fire had burnt out…left as only smoldering embers in her eyes, and giving her a penchant for finding trouble. Well…more like trouble found her as soon as she’d left Concord Dawn, but that was a whole other story. Right now the warrior huntress roamed the halls of the base (and ignoring the looks of the other soldiers along the way), searching for something specific: the training grounds. It wasn’t that she didn’t know right were they were, but rather, she was attempting to take the least traveled routes to get there. Along the way she happened upon a not so specific door. In passing it all she heard was “ne shab’rud’ni.” Mistakenly thinking this was directed at her, she whirled about, the rifle slung across her back moving and causing the beads, teeth, shells and scales attached to it by tassels to shake and click against the weapon and her armor. Green eyes narrowed at the one inside before swiftly realizing that he was…singing?...and cleaning his own weapon. Shaking her head, Lia sighed and removed her black gloved hand from one of the vibrodaggers on her belt.
Stepping into the doorway, she cleared her throat slightly and folded her arms. ”Might wanna be careful, sayin’ stuff like that last bit, vod. People may get the wrong idea…think yer talkin’ to them.”
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Jun 18, 2010 21:39:15 GMT -5
Post by Sporky on Jun 18, 2010 21:39:15 GMT -5
Zordon was not a genius. He never claimed to be smarter than anyone else. He wasn't exactly stupid. Just a little slow with things. In school, he'd stayed around the midpoint of passing or failing. That, combined with him being a 'fresh' Mandalorian, only a fully-fledged clan member for a few years meant that he had far from mastered Mando'a. He was prone to grammar and context mistakes. This latest one was no exception.
He put down the half-put together weapon, which made a large thud sound on the metal bench. He turned around to look at the woman who had spoken to him. Her armor immediately caught his attention, the helmet in particular. Even he recognized Crusader armor when he saw it. Then he saw the blazing-white Jaig eyes on her helmet under her arm. He looked from her helmet to her face then back again.
Before, Zordon thought the armor of him and his clan-mates was unique. They all drew inspiration from the canyon Krayt in some way. He had crafted his helmet like a Krayt's head. Another of his clanmates, who had died in an assault on a bunker on Shogun, had crafted pauldrons that resembled the tail spikes of the canyon Krayt. But this armor..it blew his away. He was in awe.
He stood, giving her a brief salute before reaching for his helmet. "I..ehehe..I apologize. I haven't mastered Mando'a yet.."
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Jun 18, 2010 22:56:36 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Jun 18, 2010 22:56:36 GMT -5
”Bah…don’ worry ‘bout it,” she replied simply, waving off his salute casually. Italia may have come from a long line of warriors and soldiers, but she had only been one for a few months and she’d always hated the required formality. Of course, that didn’t mean she didn’t find it understandable, nor did it mean she didn’t follow that protocol when first meeting someone, but over all, she preferred to keep things casual. It was the way Rish had trained her up, honestly…be a strong leader by being someone natural and approachable. While she wasn’t ALWAYS approachable, she was always natural…and always preferred to lead by example and by being someone others could talk to.
Coming into the room proper, she eyed his helmet and blinked a few times, a slow smile coming to her face. ”A Krayt styled helmet, eh? Shiny. Didn’ think anyone made armor similar to the Crusader armor any more…thought most was the newer style or based off the NeoCrusaders.” Her country drawl was only highlighted by her Concord Dawn inflection.
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Jun 19, 2010 12:56:14 GMT -5
Post by Sporky on Jun 19, 2010 12:56:14 GMT -5
Zordon turned his helmet around in his hands, looking at it. He ran a thumb over the red crystal set into the forehead, and his mind conjured up images of the Red Horned Canyon Krayt (tm). He tried to imagine the fight that Gorn had witnessed, that had influenced him when he started the clan. The smaller Red Krayt, fighting against the gigantic Greater Krayt. He understood Gorn's philosophy: The Mandalorians were the Red Krayt, and the Republic was the Greater Krayt: Huge, powerful, but not invincible.
He looked back up at Italia. "It's more of a clan thing than being designed like the original Crusaders. Practically everyone in Clan Fyuwa has Krayt-looking armor. I knew one guy that made spiked pauldrons. The clan leader, Gorn Fyuwa, has a horned helmet. Like the Red Horned Canyon Krayt."
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Jun 28, 2010 17:34:37 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Jun 28, 2010 17:34:37 GMT -5
Moving along the wall to settle on a bench there, she pulled off her rifle and groaned slightly as she sat, those sore and bruised muscles aching and rebelling in the process. Looking over at him again, she watched as he admired his helmet as if seeing it for the first time. A slight chuckled escaped her, followed by a small smile. She still found herself doing things like that with her current armor. It truly was a work of art, this armor, and she owed her life to it a few times over. Subconsciously she ran a hand along one shaped gauntlet as she thought of her ba’buir. She’d not heard from him since she’d left Concord Dawn. Shaking her head, Lia turned her attention back to the man as he spoke about his clan and their armor.
Nodding slightly she settled her helmet on her lap and scratched at the area around the bandage that was helping hold the skin of her forehead together from a rather nasty cut she’d gotten. Blasted thing still itched like hell, despite the kolto she’d put on it to help it heal faster. ”Heh…fought a Krayt once…those buggers are serious business. Doesn’ surprise me tha’ there’s a clan that looks up to ‘em an’ emulates ‘em,” she replied as she nodded to her rifle and the leather laces attached to the end of the barrel. Hanging there, among the thick beads, shells, feathers and teeth, one would undoubtedly stand out to him as a Greater Krayt dragon scale and tooth. ”Thing was a juvenile, but was still a helluva pain ta kill. Nearly killed us all at one point or another.”
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Jun 30, 2010 12:26:03 GMT -5
Post by Sporky on Jun 30, 2010 12:26:03 GMT -5
Zordon had placed his helmet on the worktable beside the half-completed Go, and had been patting his belt-pouches to find a smoke and lighter. When the female spoke of fighting a Krayt, the narcotic had almost dropped out of his mouth. He glanced down at her rifle, and did indeed recognize the Greater Krayt scale and tooth. His eyes widened, and he looked from the Jaig eyes on her helmet, to her rifle, to her face, and back to the rifle again.
"Kot ka'rta..." he mumbled, sitting down and taking a long drag from the smoke. After a few moments he blinked, then offered one to her. "Y'want one?"
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Jun 30, 2010 15:18:19 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Jun 30, 2010 15:18:19 GMT -5
Lia couldn’t help but chuckle at his disbelieving, then utterly surprised, look as his eyes darted from her, to the rifle, then her helmet, then back to her rifle before mumbling and sitting down. Holding up a hand she shook her head. ”No thanks, my poison of choice is the drink,” she replied before tapping the eyes on her helmet, ”and these aren’t from the krayt. Only got these a month or so ago, before Shogun.” She let another, small, sad smile play on her face at the thoughts and memories of before that god awful mission before shaking her head and shrugging slightly.
”Anyway, I musta been ‘bout seventeen or eighteen when we fought him. Was a good paycheck anyway, an’ the people were happy they didn’ have to worry about the blasted thing any more. Can’t blame ‘em though…I was nearly frozen stiff when I first saw it. Was fun as hell though,” she mused, looking at the scale that hung from her rifle and remembering the utter hell they’d gone through to kill it…but it had been fun. Terrifying at points, but fun. ”Shame I can’t really excavate anything from the Star…she’s so twisted up I’d likely kill myself if I tried ta even get past the cargo bay. Hell, blasted things mighta been sucked out in the fall all I know…but if I had the option I’d give ya the horns our captain got off the sucker. Rish’d been happy ta know they were with someone who’d really appreciate ‘em.”
Sighing, Lia shook her head again and shrugged a bit. It was sad…all of it was sad…but at least her father, Rish, the twins and the rest of the Ghost Star’s crew had been avenged. Finally. She’d had to go through hell and back to do it, had to live what felt like two different lifetimes to do it, even had to fall back into that dark mindset of revenge to do it…it had taken down the Star, nearly taken her life, and worse…it had nearly taken Daryn’s also…but finally, finally Ixor was dead.
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Jul 2, 2010 16:22:02 GMT -5
Post by Sporky on Jul 2, 2010 16:22:02 GMT -5
Upon hearing Lia's tale, Zordon suppressed a chuckle. Again, he took a long drag from the smoke hanging out of his mouth. Another Mando'ade that had been a merc. Lovely. He shook his head, and turned, leaning against the bench.
"I'm startin' to feel outnumbered here.." he he said, grinning a little. "Feels like everyone else in Spec Ops used to be a merc. Me? Nah. Worked odd jobs after striking out on my own. Ended up in the Clan by pure coincidence." After a few moments, he tossed the smoke in a receptacle near where he was sitting.
He pointed at the Jaig eyes on Lia's helmet. "Y'mind telling me how you got those little white beauties?"
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Jul 9, 2010 3:39:31 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Jul 9, 2010 3:39:31 GMT -5
Shrugging, Lia shook her head slightly. ”My brother’s an assassin, if that makes ya feel any better? Honestly…I never planned on joinin’ the Ops…it was purely by coincidence that I did. That, or a lot’a work on the Force’s part…if ya believe in the force, anyway.” Certainly Lia had seen a jedi once or twice…but she hadn’t ever really seen them use their ‘force abilities’ to a point where she could definitely say that there was some other energy out there that gave people powers. She didn’t discount the possibility though, and she’d actually done a bit of reading about such things, hoping to slake her curiosity on the subject, but even so…reading something was about a thousand times different than experiencing it first hand, and so she still had quite a few doubts that such things actually happened.
His question about her jaig eyes had the young woman smiling and chuckling as she remembered the hell she’d gone through to get them. ”Sure…but do ya want the long version…or the short one?” The mischief in her voice hinted to the fact that there was quite a story behind them.
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Jul 12, 2010 14:42:16 GMT -5
Post by Sporky on Jul 12, 2010 14:42:16 GMT -5
Zordon pulled out and lit another smoke, pondering this 'Force' thing. He'd seen a Jedi on a holovid once, a holovid of a lightsaber duel. He'd often pondered how they waved those thing around without chopping their own heads off. He'd never put much stock in the Force.
Lia's question made him chuckle again. "I'd like to hear the end of it some time before I die of old age," he said. "Gimme the short version."
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Jul 12, 2010 16:19:58 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Jul 12, 2010 16:19:58 GMT -5
So he wanted the short version? Right, she could give him the short version. Chuckling, she leaned back and crossed on leg over the other, pulling the beads that held her hair (and the stiletto daggers within) over her shoulder once again. ”Right, short it is then. I was part of the Ops crew that stole the last Bes’uliik droid from the Republic Museum on Coruscant.” The statement, the answer, was as simple as that. It’s what it all boiled down to and everything else had been on the HNN. The dozens of dead Republic security and SWAT bodies that they had left in their wake in the form of body counts, the vid-recording of the front doors of the museum being blown to pieces (which was, coincidentally, her handiwork) as the Republic tried to come in after them taken from a personal recorder across the street, the news-cam recordings of the heli-units sent in to blast the fleeing mandos (all four of them) to bits and managing to destroy only one of them (the cyborg, Ark…her ba’buir) followed by the bloody mayhem that followed, interviews from some of the officers who had lived through the event…it was all there if he’d been watching.
Shrugging mildly, Lia’s face held traces of an impish smirk as she remembered the day. She’d had to have been bloody insane to go in through the front doors during open hours with her brother…no armor, no weapons, nothing but her slicing gear…then hiding out in some cramped ventilation shaft until the place closed again to get the others in, get the bes’uliik out, and cover the backs of the others with only two out of the seven person group. Luckily those two had been armed and armored…and one of them had been frelling huge, while the other was now Mand’alor. ”Heh…that was some fun day, eh m’girl?” she mused silently, tracing that memory and ‘watching’ how it linked all her other memories together before shaking her head a bit. ”Well, there ya have it.”
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Jul 15, 2010 18:09:10 GMT -5
Post by Sporky on Jul 15, 2010 18:09:10 GMT -5
To say Zordon's jaw dropped would be an understatement. The green man's jaw hung open so far it seemed almost cartoonish. "A Basilisk? That was..you?" he asked, his voice suddenly sounding hoarse. He'd seen it on the network, he'd cheered with his fellow Mando'ad, but he never thought he'd be speaking to one of those that'd pulled off the heist.
He leaned down, picking up the smoke that had fallen to the floor of the room. He shook his head, and chomped back down on it. He was almost afraid to continue the conversation. "And....what do you do when you're not making up for the lack of testosterone in the Galaxy? Benchpress bulk freighters?"
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Jul 21, 2010 13:51:58 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Jul 21, 2010 13:51:58 GMT -5
(( Link to Ark’s profile)) Oh…oh man…that look, that look right there now that look was priceless. Zordon’s jaw had dropped just about right off, his eyes bugging out slightly and the smoke he’d had falling right off his lower lip after dangling there a moment. “A Basilisk? That was… you?” She shrugged a bit at that, smirking at how surprised he seemed to be. ”Well…I was one of ‘em, yeah. The new Mand’alor was also there with us. Mind you, he wasn’ Mand’alor at the time, but…” Lia watched him lean down to pick up his smoke and shook her head. Thank Manda those kolto treatments had gotten her lungs back into some sort of working order or she’d have been hacking up a…well…hacking up a lung. “And…what do you do when you’re not making up for the lack of testosterone in the Galaxy? Benchpress bulk freighters?” Grinning wickedly, Lia was able to answer almost instantly. ”Oh ya know…I eat raw meat drippin’ with blood, arm wrestle wookiees, run around with 400 year old mandos (one of ‘em was in cryo-stasis an’ the other’s my ba’buir…he’s a cyborg, mighta heard of ‘im: Arkanados Phelan), run down genetic experiments with wings an’ done it all in a formal dress. By the way, I don’ benchpress bulk freighters…they’re corvettes.” Most of this had been said nonchalantly (after all, most of it was true…more or less), but the last bit had a touch of indignance to it. Of course, it was all teasing…there was no way she could benchpress either one. ”I enjoy long runs in the rain, playing in the mud, and planetary conquest.” She added for effect, giving the man a teasing wink. ”In all honesty, though, I just try ta get by. I do my job, whatever that might be, ta help keep my family’s farm on Dawn afloat. Other than that, I have hunted a wookiee (an’ caught him), I have known two 400 year old Mandos…yes one of them is Ark, an’ yes he’s my ba’buir…and yes, I have also run down a genetic experiment who had wings. He was actually pretty nice, once ya got ‘im to calm down a bit.”
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Jul 22, 2010 13:55:17 GMT -5
Post by Sporky on Jul 22, 2010 13:55:17 GMT -5
"Dripping with blood? Yeah. I can see that. 'Medium-rare. No. Wait. Rare. NO! Just..pass it through a warm room.'" Whether it was his own joke or Lia's, Zordon was now chuckling again. "Mandalorian female seeks mate for long runs in the rain and kinky mudwrestling. Must love planetary conquest and testosterone poisoning."
Then the other part of what she said hit him. Family..he hadn't spoken to his parents in forever. He groaned, and facepalmed. "Oy..I just remembered that I haven't spoken to my parents in forever. I just hope they don't pelt me with antiques.."
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Aug 6, 2010 17:31:20 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Aug 6, 2010 17:31:20 GMT -5
Chuckling she shook her head a bit and crinkled her nose at the thought of meat that rare. ”I'm a medium-rare kinda girl, but long runs in the rain and kinky mud wrestling sound kinda fun,” she admitted a bit more seriously, her cheeks hurting a bit from all the grinning she’d been doing during their little bit of play. At his comment about his parents possibly pelting him with antiques, she quirked an eyebrow curiously and canted her head to the side slightly. ”Pelt ya with antiques? They collectors of ‘em or somethin’?”
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Aug 7, 2010 22:39:56 GMT -5
Post by Sporky on Aug 7, 2010 22:39:56 GMT -5
The reply to Lia's question was a thoughtful shrug followed by a dry chuckle and furrowing of his craggy eyeridges. "Ma does..sorta. She's kinda getting up there in years. She's a human. Dad..he's a Boltrunian. I'd guess that he has a good 500 years left to live."
Then a familiar thought popped into his head. It often came up when he thought of his parents or his own lifespan. He looked at Lia, and when he spoke, his voice had a serious, somber sound to it. "What would you do if you had a lover that you knew you would outlive? Stay single forever? Move on and start another family? Go on a rampage and die fighting?"
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Aug 9, 2010 3:04:21 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Aug 9, 2010 3:04:21 GMT -5
Listening silently, she nodded a bit to his answer about his parents. His questions, however, had her brow furrowing, green eyes darkening and dulling to an almost olive drab color from their normal emerald green. Taking a deep breath, she sighed heavily and managed a dark little chuckle. ”Well…I sorta have. We…weren’t officially together an’ nothin’ had really happened, but I felt this sorta strong connection to him and he was the same with me. He was older’n I was by a couple decades, actually, so I knew I’d out live him. I just…hadn’t planned for him to die sooner than later. No one did.” She shook her head sadly and shrugged, pushing the memories of Solus’ad’s death and funeral from her mind as best she could.
”I, personally, had the ability to go on a rampage…he died on Shogun, so there were plenty of people ta kill. After that…I realized that I’d ended up hurtin’ the only other man I cared about. In the end I was hut’uun…guy I cared about left, we got back to Concord Dawn and I took off without a word to anyone, save the new Manda’lor. I just kinda, ran away…ended up here when the flyboy came lookin’ for me, but not before I almost really took the coward’s way out and went down with my Star.”
Leaning her head back, she gazed up at the ceiling and ran a hand over her rifle lightly. ”In answer to your question…I…suppose it would depend. While I tried to just run away and stay single…I don’t think that’s what Sol would have wanted for me. It’s just…difficult to forget, y’know? And…I don’t…I don’t wanna hurt the flyboy any more’n I already have…”
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Post by Sporky on Aug 10, 2010 0:30:28 GMT -5
As Lia told her story, Zordon's mouth drooped more and more. "Frell...I didn't mean to dredge up bad memories. My bad.."
Then an awkward silence entered the room to practice its miming routine. After chaining through two more smokes, the green man groped at the first topic to pop into his head, making the silence trudge off to make some other conversation awkward. "So....you...ever fight a Zakkeg?" he asked slowly, fiddling with the leather straps on Go's magazine. "Met a guy once who had this long coat that he swore was Zakkeg leather. I believed him until I saw one of 'em in the flesh."
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Aug 23, 2010 21:10:38 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Aug 23, 2010 21:10:38 GMT -5
If Lia minded the silence she certainly didn’t show it. In fact, about all she did was shrug her shoulders slightly to his apology and pull out a datapad, the soft ding it emitted notifying her of a message. Scanning it over she rolled her eyes slightly, shook her head, and stuffed the datapad back into a belt pouch before standing and stretching upward slightly. Pulling her rifle over her shoulder, she shook her head a bit. ”Nah, can’t say I have. Boma are ‘bout all I care to run into out there. Anythin’ bigger an’ I might choose ta go the other way. Had enough trouble lately without addin’ the local fauna in for kicks,” she stated with a rueful little huff of air and a slight smirk. ”Anyway, I was headin’ out to the trainin’ grounds before the flyboy an’ I headed out tomorrow, so I best get goin.”
She wasn’t exactly meaning to cut the conversation short, but she hadn’t been wandering around the base without a purpose, and auburn was feeling it was about time she got back to it. ”Nice meetin’ ya, Zordon.” With that she headed toward the door once again and vanished out into the halls. Of course…she only got about five steps down it before she paused and looked over her shoulder back at the room, then turned right around and poked her head back in. ”Oi…wanna spar or somethin’?” she asked, a mischievous grin playing about her face.
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