Cathaoir Ordo
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Post by Cathaoir Ordo on Mar 11, 2015 13:14:41 GMT -8
Located on the Western side of the Citadel, the guest quarters were far removed from some of the more sensitive areas of the base. Visitors would be allowed access to a number of commodities, but safely isolated as to avoid risking conflicts of curiosity. With the Command and Operations Center located underground, it was still that prudent to keep those not of the clan at a distance from the activities that happened there.
A turbolift and corridor was the only way in or out of the Western wing where these quarters were. The turbolift opened into the corridor which in turn opened into a long hall that served as a common area for the quarters there. Dining, recreation, comfort all merged in this space, with a holocom system and meeting room at the far end. Sleeping chambers lined the sides, extending up onto a second level where more spacious quarters could be found. Freshers and kitchen units were situated at intervals alongside the sleeping quarters so that several groups of visitors could have some semblance of privacy while staying there.
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Cayne
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Post by Cayne on Mar 16, 2015 23:35:07 GMT -8
The turbolift doors opened and the Mandalorians of Clan Vhett spilled out to follow Mereel and their guide Tireya down the short corridor towards the guest wing. Filing passed Mereel and the Ordo woman they entered the common room and immediately proceeded to reconnoitre the area. Seemingly without any communication among themselves they began their exploration, twenty of them forming a core group in the middle of the common room, weapons not raised but hands not far from them. Two soldiers stood apart from the main group at each corner furthest from where they had entered, while four groups of two split off. The first two pairs headed towards the room at the far side of the area, coming back to poke heads into every available open door. The other two pairs ascended to the second level and did the same before returning to the main group. All this was done in silence it seemed, only the sounds of them moving about to be heard.
Once all pairs had returned a tall warrior in bronze and green armour seemed to give a near-unnoticeable nod to Mereel before they formation broke up. Even this was done with military precision, each soldier picking a room that conformed with some kind of plan of defense that made no sense to an outsider watching, but was obviously well thought out and precise. It was a wonder that they didn't start building a trench and other fortifications. Gear was stowed and finally the hum of voices began to surface.
Mereel stood next to Tireya through it all, watching the men go about their routine with an impassive expression, neither commenting nor reacting to the Vhett actions. His eyes found one of the vode and a slight jerk of the head drew the man closer. With a casual flick he sent his helm spinning towards the man followed closely by his blaster rifle. The man caught both and spun away without a word to store his captains kit for him.
With a grunt Mereel cleared his throat as his eyes turned to Tireya, sizing her up.
"So, ad'ika... Can I buy you a drink?"
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Cathaoir Ordo
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Post by Cathaoir Ordo on Mar 18, 2015 17:08:22 GMT -8
Tireya stood and watched as the Vhett clan members scattered about in their groups, seemingly surveying their surroundings. It seemed strange. This was a friendly place for any and all seen to be Mandalorian. A place welcoming for men and woman of honor, dignity and respect. There was no reason to be so skeptical, but these vode seemed extra cautious. Had Ashrah's unruly crusade changed them in this way? Had it brought about a sense of paranoia? Had it really uprooted the established culture and way of life by such a means? No. It couldn't be. This is just how there vode were.
She closed her eyes and breathed deeply for a brief moment clearing such unwelcome thoughts from her mind.
After they'd finished with whatever routine of theirs that they had commenced, she saw that the man that stood beside her her had turned to face her more directly. He had asked her if he could buy her a drink, but she wouldn't have an answer immediately.
She paused, sizing Mereel up as he had done to her, then replied. "You proposition a girl and don't even give her your name?" Her volume had been at a level that some of his clan may have been able to understand if they'd wanted to listen. "Tell me, how that approach usually fair for you?" Her words carried the same volume and intensity as before.
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Cayne
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Post by Cayne on Mar 23, 2015 4:01:14 GMT -8
He smiled, a somewhat rueful expression.
"Not too well of late, its true."
He shrugged nonchalantly as if easily discarding any such failures as merely a matter of misfortune. His eyes were bright as he continued, the easy manner and open expression one of his more likeable assets.
"But things have been a bit intense of late and I may be out of practice..."
He leaned to his left as he folded his arms, shoulder bumping into the doorframe as he adopted a relaxed posture. His brown hair was unruly due to having been wearing his helm, strands of it plastered to his forehead where he was beginning to recede. A growth of two-day stubble adorned his heavily tanned face, slight lines around the eyes the only thing giving a hint as to his five and thirty years.
"Such things as names and the like would be exchanged during the course of said drink I'd imagine. Drinking silently is against our religion."
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Post by Cathaoir Ordo on Mar 23, 2015 17:59:53 GMT -8
She let out a laugh about his statement of being a bit out of practice. One could say that, she presumed, but she do exactly know the extent of the truth behind it. He brushed a hand through her scarlet hair, tucking a few strands that had since fallen back down into here face behind an ear. "Not sure I completely buy that excuse," she said, her tone softer now as to avoid any prying ears of his clan she may have attracted in her last extort to him. "But . . . who would I be if I turned down a free drink? Name or not." She looked past his receding hairline and his disheveled locks. This man was possibly old enough to be her father, but in Mandalorian culture that wasn't saying too much. After all, Mandalorians men and woman were fighting and marrying by their early teens.
She pulled her beskar clad gauntlets from her hands revealing hands that appeared as soft and tender as her youthful face. "Fair enough," she spoke after he finished his last bit. "Now tell me . . . what are we still doing standing here? There's tihaar to be had. Beers to down. And drunken revile to attend to."
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Cayne
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Post by Cayne on Mar 24, 2015 2:22:24 GMT -8
He grinned before nodding his head in mock solemnity, right hand touching to his chest as he performed a slight bow. Straightening he met her gaze, all playful seriousness, his voice carrying that grim adherence to the duty of consuming Tihaar.
"Balban..."
{{Indeed...}}
Finally the grin returned, breaking through the illusion of stiff formality. He waved her forward before turning to the common room and clearing his throat. The Mando's all turned, the simple sound enough to command all attention and perhaps displaying more than anything else so far the obedience the man drew from his peers.
"Daab ca'nara, ad'ika. Ne gotal'ur aru'ede."
{{Downtime, kids. Don't make enemies.}}
There was a chorus of laughter, retorts, mockery and the like. Mereel smiled and turned to follow the Ordo woman to the cantina.
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Sidara Vercopa
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Post by Sidara Vercopa on Jun 18, 2015 15:54:31 GMT -8
Sid lay in the bed, the early morning glimmer of light starting to illuminate the horizon she could see out the window. This was her favorite part of the day. It was quiet, everything was still. It was like she could stop life and just breathe. The ache of her grief hadn't suffocated her yet, but she knew it would eventually creep up on her. She would hear something. She would smell something. Something would trigger a memory and she would spiral into it again. It made her feel insane, scattered, foggy. She was angry at everything and nothing all at once. She was irrational and moody. It was like she was missing a limb. Everything took longer. Everything was just harder.
Sidara took a drag off of her cigarette and let the smoke lilt out of her mouth. She had to find Cath. They needed to talk. She couldn't let anything stand in the way of her job.
She threw the covers off of her and dressed quickly, making sure to have everything that Corr used to chastise her about leaving behind. She patted her pockets to make sure she had her pack of cigarettes and her lighter, tucked her blaster under her arm and waited for the door to open. Standing not far from her door was a guard.
Excuse me, I need to find Cathaoir. Could you direct me please?
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