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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2019 8:04:20 GMT -8
While she typically operates alone, Neassa cannot deny that it could be useful to have a Force user on hand to potentially confirm beyond any doubt what she herself would need to rely on her instincts and ability to accurately read the journalist's body language and intonation to ascertain, and so says without any inflection that might suggest that she cares much one way or the other whether or not Faina ultimately ends up partnering with her, I don't have any objection to the idea. Turning her head so that the T-visor of her buy'ce is facing Faina, Neassa tells her, We'll work on our cover identities and approach later, so that the strategy session needs not get bogged down with that detail.
Having briefly skimmed the journalist's file, Neassa has an idea about how she and Faina can go about working their way into Manon's life so that they can try to find out what she knows, and is eager for the planning session to end so that she can begin working on her and Faina's cover identities; the sooner that they have those details in place, the sooner that they can move forward with their part of the operation.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2019 12:08:32 GMT -8
While Neassa responds to the idea of her partnering with Faina, Raicheal sends the file Nicolina had asked for to her datapad. Nodding once the discussion about Faina working with Neassa has been settled, Raicheal says, "Speaking of cover identities and approaches, I suggest that we conclude this initial planning session here. I have arranged for an officer from the First Order's Civil Affairs division here on Agamar to meet with us tomorrow to arrange for the quiet insertions of whichever operatives are selected to work undercover at the University. Addressing Neassa and Faina, she says, If you decide that your cover identities require any credentials or an actual presence at any local institutions, that can be arranged as well."
Trying to sound less formal, Raicheal clears her throat as though not entirely comfortable with the very informality she tries to project and says, "On another subject, there is going to be an informal celebration of the successful campaign on Mon Calamari here tonight, and you are all invited to attend. It will be held in the main concourse on the first floor."
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Post by Faina Delvardus on Jun 24, 2019 19:44:06 GMT -8
Nodding to let Neassa know that she understands that they will need to come up with appropriate roles for them to play and a way to insert themselves into the journalist's life without raising any mental alarms, Faina turns her attention back to the Ruus'alor when she explains what the next step in their overall plan will be. Not particularly social by nature, Faina is less than thrilled about the prospect of the gathering Raicheal invites everyone; though, as she suspects that declining the invitation would be in poor form, she also feels somewhat obligated to make at least an appearance. Her curiosity about the Mandalorian culture, Faina thinks, could possibly make the experience more palatable if she can overcome her natural reticence enough to avail herself of any opportunities that present themselves to indulge her curiosity.
Finding Neassa as the group breaks up and everyone begins to go their separate ways, Faina tells gives her her comm frequency after saying, "Whenever you are ready to begin planning, contact me."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 17, 2019 7:21:25 GMT -8
Once the briefing has been concluded, Raicheal checks in with the Mando'ade that are preparing for the evening's celebration to ensure that nothing is amiss, and then, as she has no desire to be acting as the host of the informal event, checks in with Faelan, who is spending time with his daughter, to confirm that he still intends to act as the host.
Faelan, chuckling as he concludes the brief conversation with Raicheal by assuring her that he will indeed be on hand for the evening's planned event, takes a moment afterwards to contact Zdzislaw Tenau to invite him and his squadron to the celebration as well. Having spent the day thusfar simply catching up with daughter, learning about the progress she has made in preparing for her verd'goten and of the friends she has made, Faelan has enjoyed the time spent with her, away from the cycle of nigh constant state of preparing for battle or fighting the battles that he had prepared for that he has been involved in recently; as much as he enjoys and thrives on his occupation as a verd, his family has always been a source of strength for him, and he is therefore prone to doting on his daughter whenever he has the chance to do so.
As the time for the celebration, a simple affair where Mandalorian beverages and cuisine will, naturally, be on hand in ample quantities, located in a concourse decorated with both Mandalorian and First Order regalia and featuring several artifacts on display which were taken from Mon Calamari during the recent joint attack that saw an end to the Galactic Alliance appointed with many areas designed to make spaces for those who have come to eat, drink and enjoy simple conversation and those who have come to dance alike, Faelan and his daughter go to the main concourse to be on hand to welcome the attendees as they arrive.
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Post by Faina Delvardus on Aug 17, 2019 11:51:29 GMT -8
Though Raicheal had described the commemoration of the recent victory on Mon Calamari as informal, Faina decides to attend in her armor given that, from she understands about the Mandalorian culture, they are quite seldom seen without theirs. More at home on the battlefield than at social functions of any kind, Faina plans on making an appearance and remaining long enough to prevent giving offense, though she does not dismiss the possibility that the event could provide her with opportunities to learn more about the Mandalorian culture, or perhaps to plan with Neassa how they will approach their mission should she chance to run into the Mandalorian during the course of the evening's event.
Hands clasped behind her back as she approaches the entrance to the area on the first floor where Raicheal had indicated the festivities would be taking place, Faina bows formally to both the Mandalorian in black and green armor and to the younger female Mandalorian accompanies him as they seem to be welcoming the guests of the party, and then introduces herself, giving both her name and title in case the Mandalorians have a different idea of what informal means than some.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2019 12:03:02 GMT -8
Clapping Nikulin on the back as she arrives with the other members of her team, who like her are wearing casual civivie attire rather than their armor or uniforms, Nicolina grins and jokes, "You forget this was an informal shindig, Grandmaster? Nodding a greeting to Faelan, she tells him, I wanna buy you a drink at some point. You're timing on Mon Cal was impeccable. Not wanting to interrupt the conversation that may have been going on when she and her team arrived, she says, See you two later, and then uses hand signals to indicate they are making for the bar, telling her team, To the bar!"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2019 5:58:57 GMT -8
Faelan and his daughter greet Faina, his daughter giggling when Nicolina arrives and teases the Grandmaster about having worn her armor. Nodding when Nicolina says that she wants to share a drink with him, Faelan tells her, "I'll be sure to find you later for that drink," and then has his daughter show Faina to where she can get something to eat, adding that he will join them later once the rest of the guests have arrived.
Faelan's daughter, Telarial, proves to be friendly and gregarious, as she shows Faina to where the various Mandalorian dishes and deserts are lain out, even suggesting that the Imperial Knight try the roast shatual and gi dumpling soup as they are her personal favorites and an aruetii might not know enough about Mandalorian cuisine to make deciding what to try a daunting task. Waving to Fionnuala and Roisin, who both fought with Faelan and his troops on Mon Calamari, when they arrive, Telarial asks Faina a few questions about the Imperial Knights, interested to know more about the group, it's history and it's ideals.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2019 14:50:53 GMT -8
Her buy'ce tucked under an arm, her long brown wavy tresses up in a messy high pony tail, Neassa finds her way to where the celebration is being held, greeting Faelan with an arched eyebrow and a mildly annoyed expression that is obviously only teasing, "Tion'gar digur ni par Dac? Waving her hand to dismiss the possible reasons he had not chosen to invite her along for the fighting on Mon Cala, Neassa asks, Tion'pehea cuyir gar vod?" Not having seen Lorcan, Faelan's brother around when the two and Raicheal have seen nigh inseparable in the past, Neassa hopes that the reason Faelan's younger sibling has yet to appear is not anything bad.
"Jate ori'skraan, Neassa says, nodding towards the Mando'ade and visiting First Order troopers that have already joined the feast, and then continues speaking in Mando'a as she tilts her head to the side at an inquisitive angle and asks, Tion'su ti sol'yc ke'gyce? Tion'ibac narudar, ra ratiin?" Though she has fought with Clan Bralor in a few operations they have participated in with the First Order, Neassa has little love for the Imperials at heart, and is curious about how deeply tied to them Clan Bralor has become, and how Faelan might feel about the alliance when he has never struck her as a fan of tyranny or oppression like that the First Order sows.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2019 21:14:00 GMT -8
Zdzislaw, Abiageal and Ksenia are the only three members of the squadron that come to the gathering, the other members having made other plans that have either taken them out of the city or, in the cases of Tadhg, Niall and Cionaodh, led them to seek alternate means of entertaining themselves. As Faelan is engaged in conversation with a female Mandalorian that Zdzislaw and the others nod or wave their hellos and head inside, knowing that they will in all probability be able to speak to Faelan at some point during the evening.
Zdzislaw, a fifty five year old, powerfully built Socorran in black beskar'gam, heads for the food with Ksenia, a thirty nine year old pale complected, dark haired Shownarri in pale red armor, while Abiageal, a twenty eight year old Chalactan with curly, brown shoulder length hair who wears red and grey beskar'gam, spots Fionnuala, who she and her squadmates fought alongside on Mon Cal, and heads over to her, greeting her, "Su cuy'gar, Ver'alor Priest, motioning towards where Zdzislaw and Ksenia are taking seats at a table large enough to accommodate a fairly large group as she asks, Tion'ru'kel gar bal gar burc'ya guuror at to mhi?"
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Post by Faina Delvardus on Aug 27, 2019 20:09:00 GMT -8
Sighing internally when Lieutenant Colonel Foresi, brash and loud as ever, arrives and makes a joke about the event being informal, Faina ignores the remark and nods a greeting to her and her fellow Shadowtroopers, not entirely disappointed when Foresi almost immediately heads off towards the bar. Thanking Faelan when he has his daughter point out where she can get something to eat, Faina is grateful that Telarial also helpfully makes suggestions as to what she should try given that she knows nothing about Mandalorian cuisine.
Following Telarial's advice, Faina sticks to what the younger woman suggests, and answers the questions she is asked about the Imperial Knights, describing how the order, originally known as Knights of the Empire, began under Jagged Fel, the first Emperor of the revived Galactic Empire, and briefly recounts their history up to the present time, with Nicademus as the Emperor they now swear fealty to. Not wanting to risk boring Telarial, Faina keeps her description of the Order's ideals relatively brief, describing how they see the Force as a tool, and do not draw on the dark side as they know the dangers inherent in doing so.
Interested in learning more about the Mandalorian culture, Faina asks Telarial about how the various clans interact, having noted that while the majority of those that have fought alongside the First Order are from Clan Bralor, she has also heard other clan names, such as Priest, Tenau and Or'dinii, mentioned among the ranks of Mandalorians under Faelan's command.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2019 19:55:45 GMT -8
Faelan laughs when Neassa asks if he had forgotten about her when planning for the recent joint operation with the First Order on Mon Calamari, explaining with an apologetic shrug of his shoulders, "Ni nayc digur, kebise ru'banar iviin'yc, and then pats her on the shoulder as he promises, Projor ca'nara gar kelir cuyir te sol'yc at kar'taylir. Answering her question about where his brother Lorcan is, Faelan explains, Kaysh cuyir bat Manda'yaim, ti ade, and then chuckles at her surprised expression, recalling that his brother had not yet learned of the children he had fathered unbeknownst to him when last they had seen Neassa, Kaysh a ad bal a ad. Bic mirshir mhi an, venjii birov, birov dalyc burc'ya."
Arching an eyebrow in curiosity when asked about his clan's ties to the First Order, thinking he can detect the slightest hint of disapproval in Neassa's tone, Faelan answers without reservation or hesitation, "Ratiin, as his clan's alliance with the First Order is a strong one that he is not alone in believing worth preserving. Now not being the time or place to delve into Neassa's thoughts about the First Order, Faelan gestures towards the party and says, Haili cetare," before walking with her towards where most of the guests are gathered, and then excuses himself for a moment, smiling as he explains he should be a good host and not neglect his other guests.
Pausing to welcome Zdzislaw and Ksenia, telling them that they should talk sometime after the party in a way that suggests it is work for their squad he has in mind if they are interested in it, Faelan makes his way to the bar after waving to his daughter, who is speaking animatedly with the Grandmaster of the Imperial Knights. Stepping up beside Nicolina, Faelan gestures to the bartender and orders a short glass of Tihaar, grinning as he jokingly explains, "She's buying, with a nod towards Nicolina. So, Faelan asks the Stormtrooper commander he waits for his drink, how are you liking Agamar so far?"
Faelan's daughter answers Faina's question, gesturing animatedly with her hands, "Clans are familial, houses are political, expanding on the answer, You are born into a clan, or adopted into one like I was, and clans can ally with one another to form a house. Motioning towards Fionnuala, a short female Mandalorian in burnt orange hued beskar'gam, she says by way of illustration, So, like, Fee over there is from Clan Priest, which is allied with Clan Bralor, so she is Fee Priest of House Bralor, see?"
Fionnuala, smiling and clapping Abiageal companionably on the shoulders, cheerily tells her, "Su'cuy, Abiageal! Shi Fee, she says, not one for excessive formality when it is not required. Nodding when she and Roisi are invited to join Abiageal and the other members of her squadron, Fionnuala takes Roisin's hand and heads over to their table, introducing Roisin and the members of Zdzislaw's squad to each other once they are all sitting down. Tion'pehea munit cuyir gar olar bat Agamar?" Fionnuala asks, wondering whether the members of the squad are taking a break and staying on Agamar for a time, or planning to head right back out to find work.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2019 11:36:49 GMT -8
Stepping up beside Nicolina, Faelan gestures to the bartender and orders a short glass of Tihaar, grinning as he jokingly explains, "She's buying, with a nod towards Nicolina. So, Faelan asks the Stormtrooper commander he waits for his drink, how are you liking Agamar so far?"
Turning the conversation a moment later to the reason she and her troopers have come to Agamar, Nicolina asks, "So, these rebels or whatever you wanna call 'em, how much trouble have they been causing you? Your girl Rach made it sound like they aren't doing much more than trying to mess with your shipping depots and maybe a little espionage here and there, that about right? I guess you wanna stomp on 'em before they get any big ideas about ramping things up? Smart, but I gotta ask why you haven't made the effort until now? They showing signs of getting more ambitious?" |
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Post by Garrick Needa on Mar 26, 2020 6:22:25 GMT -8
WIth the co-operation between the Clan Bralor and the First Order in jointly occupying Agamar, First Order patrols assisted the Bralor Clan in maintaining order. The world was, by all stretches, a Mandalorian world, with Imperial characteristics. Soldiers of the First Order worked alongside their allies in the clan for mutual benefits, not only in the field of battle, but also overall, in terms of morale. Elite soldiers exchanged stories of combat with members of the Bralor clan, drank with them at the bars, and so on, so forth. The work Nicolina Foresi had done to forge relations better with the clan had paid dividends, as the First Order was something of a welcome presence on world.
Yet, even with all of this prosperity, there were still issues. The rebel cell which Foresi was working to put down had yet to be eradicated, so despite the air of camaraderie about the planet, there was also a sense of duty. Of purpose. Yet, even in spite of this, the First Order and her allies would prevail, as they had so many times before.
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Post by Jenia Kasalle on Nov 11, 2020 7:55:11 GMT -8
Preparations for Grand Moff Kasalle's future visit at Calna Muun are still ongoing, as the 192nd Legion's Stormtroopers patrol the main plazas alongside local security forces and the forces of Clan Bralor more frequently to ensure the safety of the Emperor's oversector gouvernor.
While the relationship between the Mandalorians and the First Order wasn't necessarily the worst, the citizens of the Agamar sector were harder to convince of the First Order's benevolent intentions as in comparison to Adumar's proud and tradition-routed society of duelists, for the Mandalorian culture wasn't as easy for both officers and soldiers to understand. Though it were only minor issues, that occur weekly, Jenia assumed that the problem was deeper rooted and might also be tied to rebel cells, being reported within the past, as the Mandalorian heritage was not solely ancient but as well a proud one.
Even more was it of importance to the Grand Moff to arrange a meeting with the Mandalorian clans and perhaps the Mandalore himself while she would visit the local imperial military complex, as Agamar was a common ground for both factions.
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Post by Jenia Kasalle on Apr 22, 2021 7:37:00 GMT -8
A white Upsilon-Class Assault Shuttle was slowly descending upon one of the hangar plattforms of Calna Muun, heralding the arrival of the Grand Moff herself. A flock of First Order TIE fighters followed the vessel, eventually guarding the closer area as the shuttle was eventually landing safely at it's destination. Once a team of officers atop the plattform had ensured that everything outside the landing zone was safe, the shuttle ramp was opened up while the most prominent person within the Imperial oversector stepped out, followed by her own bodyguard of Novatroopers.
Dressed in her white navy uniform, the Grand Admiral made quite a formal impression, as she inspected the city skyline in the distance.
Calna Muun.
The conjoined beacon of both Clan Bralor's and the First Order's ambitions to maintain the peace between the Imperial and Mandalorian society.
Given her own role within the oversector, Agamar also benefitted from the recent Imperial doctrines with the official abolishment of slavery within the First Order and other law changes, that made the First Order remind more of the glorious times of the Fel Empire rather than the dark times under which Emperor Palpatine had ruled the galaxy. With the Mandalorian nation having witnessed in the past both the rise of their own Empire and also still remembering the attrocities, that the Empire had committed upon their people within the past, it was important for Jenia to maintain this peace, just like her predecessor Garrick Needa did.
Her official visit on Agamar would not only mean talks between the Mandalorian officials on the planet, but also signal towards the local population that the First Order had not forgotten the citizens of this world and neither the friendship between their ruling house and the First Order.
With these thoughts in mind, she eventually entered the safety of the Imperial complex, the door towards the landing plattform closing behind her.
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Post by Adonias Altari on May 24, 2021 10:21:21 GMT -8
*Adonias sighed as he exited the cockpit of his heavily modified ARC-170. Still completely armored in his black and dark grey beskar'gam, the young 22-year-old Mando snapped his head up, hand automatically landing on the hilt of his sheathed dagger, when a uniformed spaceport official shouted at him.*
"HEY!! You can't land here unless you pay the docking fee!"
*Adonias released a heavy sigh. He slid the last four feet down the ladder, the sound of heavy armored boots, thumped against the hard duracreet of the landing bay. Striding with a purpose, the Mandalorian unabashedly closed the distance between himself and the port official. Shoving his T-slit, helmeted visor a mere inch away from the other man's face, he growled softly.*
"I believe you are mistaken, Sir. I'm here on official business with The Mandalorian Assembly. Move aside."
*The port official was obviously used to dealing with the rudeness of his kind, for he stood his ground unintimidated. With narrowed eyes and an outstretched palm, he boldly replied.*
"If that is so, I need to see your identification. The Mandalorian Assembly already had their clan meetings. The fee is 200 credits."
*Adonias removed his buy'ce and tucked it under his left arm. With a scowl, he did not bother to hide his annoyance as he fished out the required credits from his right pocket. After slapping the fee into the official's palm, he shoved past the other man, barely subduing a snarl. This docking fee was new. Agamar was supposed to be under Mandalorian control. He did admit to himself that he fibbed a little bit. While it was true he was native to Manda'yaim, he was still dar'manda. He left the spaceport and headed into the city of Calna Muun, ignoring the man behind him.*
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Post by Crystal Spire on May 24, 2021 12:12:02 GMT -8
Her eyelids fluttered for a moment before they opened. Crystal gazed at the sky for a moment as her limbs twitched. Realization seeped in and she realized she was alive. Her vision dimmed for a moment and she realized the shadow of a passing citizen had fallen up on her. She shot up into a sitting position, heart thundering in her chest. Where was she? A soiled blanket had draped across her body where it'd been curled up behind some garbage in an alley. How long had she been here and how had she arrived? The longer she was conscious, the more she was able to gather her scattered thoughts. Right now, answers would have to wait. She stood slowly, a hand braced against the alley wall. What mattered was getting somewhere safe and warm. A gust of wind blew past her and the resulting shivers revealed her ribs were injured along with her left ankle. Nothing was serious thank goodness and she swallowed the pain, savoring it as it proved she had survived. Crystal blinked, feeling as though she had lost something important. She straightened her shoulders resolutely as she pushed into the crowd of those going about their day outside the alley. She only limped a few times before forcing a natural gait as she let the crowd carry her to possible safety.
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Post by Adonias Altari on May 24, 2021 15:44:31 GMT -8
*Adonias, tugged his buy'ce back on and straightened up. Striding with a purpose, he grinned to himself when the natural citizens of Agamar stepped out of his way, making his passage through the city markets that much easier. A few Mando and First Order troopers nodded cordially to him in passing. For once, the young man was thankful that his Beskar'gam made him blend in. He caught sight of a woman up ahead, at first looking very bewildered as she stumbled out into the crowd from a nearby alley. He could clearly see that she was hurt, although the young lady made a very decent effort of putting on a brave face and concealing her injury. He was relieved to see that she was not walking extremely fast, setting his HUD to monitor her as he finally found the weapon's smith.*
"Good evening, what can I do for you?", a burly man with a handlebar mustache asked of him as he paused in his hammering of an unfinished ceremonial sword, most likely for one of the First Order Officers. Taking a beefy hand, the muscular man used a dirty rag to wipe the sweat from his brow before setting his tools down.
"Yes, I'm here to pick up an order...uh...here is my ticket." *Adonias handed his ticket number to the smith and was pleased when the man's eyes lit up in recognition.
"Ah, yes! Your new sword is battle ready as requested." *The man turned away to rummage through a cabinet in the back of his workshop. He brought a wrapped up parcel, and presented it to Adonias, the vibrosword inlaid with a near indestructible cortosis weave, the blade strong enough to withstand a lightsaber.*
*Adonias admired the man's hard work, noting the Mando'a inscription on the blade itself: Haat, ijaa, haa'it thanked and paid the smith in both credits and compliments, immediately sheathing his battle ready sword within the black and gold scabbard on his back. Hastening his pace, but still keeping a fair distance behind the mysterious dala...the young Mandalorian followed the hurt woman, unknowingly bleeding his concern through the force. Especially when a couple of drunk soldiers began to lustfully eye the lady up and down. Frowning, Adonias stealthily followed the three of them, ready to spring into action if need be.*
(Mando'a Translation:
Beskar'gam-Mandalorian armor
Buy'ce-Helmet
Dala-Woman
Haat, ijaa, haa'it--Truth, honor, vision *words used to seal a pact*)
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Post by Crystal Spire on May 24, 2021 20:12:31 GMT -8
Crystal paused for a moment as she entered the flow of traffice. The scent of spices, smoke and sweat hung heavy in the air and it was familiar in a way that made her smile. She didn't know why, but this place tugged at her memories. Or perhaps it was a place like this from long ago that she recalled. Crystal frowned, maybe if this blasted headache would go away she could remember everything she so desperately tried to bring back to mind. But the headache throbbed in time to her heart beat and her ankle shot shredded pain through her bones with each step.
No thanks Crystal impatiently waved away the offer of some type of purple fruit from a vendor. Something besides the pain was bothering her. An emotion hung heavy in the air and with almost no thought, she soaked it in. Someone cared, probably too much. She half smiled. Caring got a person hurt. If there was one reason she was NOT trapped on this unknown planet struggling to walk, it wasn't due to caring too much. Half lost in thought, she jumped when a heavy hand landed on her shoulder. Where's a little thing like you headed? the slurred words sent anger coursing through Crystal and she spun to see three men behind her. She shrugged the hand off her with more strength than the man expected and he fell back a step. Crystal might not be able to remember much but she knew she could more than handle these men but a fight was not what she wanted right now, something had caued her to be left on this forsaken planet and the person responsible could be close by.
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Post by Adonias Altari on May 24, 2021 20:45:36 GMT -8
*Adonias growled deep within his throat, when he saw the drunkards approach the injured dala. Bristling with anger, he finally caught up to the trio and grabbed the hand of the man who dared touch the injured lady. He spoke in Mando'a, getting a feeling that these good for nothing di'kuts knew enough of his language to understand the message he wanted to convey.*
"Copaani mirshmure'cye, vod? Duraani, burc'ya?!" *Adonias activated the pressure points in the drunkard's right hand, and twisted it at an awkward angle, earning a pained yelp. Adonias casually continued as he shook his helm slowly in mock pity.* "You have the manners of a Hutt on a spice high. You should keep your hands to yourself! Now get lost before I report you to your commanding officer!"
"H-how daressh y-youu!" The second drunk slurred with narrowed eyes. He took a wild swing at Adonias, his knuckles glancing off the side of the Mando's helm. He shrieked in pain as he held a now broken hand. The idiots began to trip and run into each other in a desperate bid for escape. Adonias ignored them and turned concealed, yet concerned, gentle eyes on the young woman who looked to be in a measure of pain herself. Scratching the back of his neck awkwardly, he cleared his throat.*
"Are you alright, miss?"
(Translation: Are you looking for a smack in the face, mate? You looking at me funny, pal?
Di'kut = idiot
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