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May 18, 2015 17:32:24 GMT -8
Post by DrRoninMatango on May 18, 2015 17:32:24 GMT -8
Ronin stopped and looked into Vee's before finally chuckling reaching for the gauze wrap
"You don't have to be nice if you don't like it, I have many other types pending mood and occasion. I wear it because I enjoy the aroma, and since have the time when out in the field you don't have access to showers I enjoy smelling nice when I can."
Taking the gauze in his hands Ronin began slowly wrapping it around her hand
"So Captain what do you do when you're not punching things and busting your knuckles?"
Ronin wanted to prolong this meeting
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Post by Cayne on May 18, 2015 17:42:39 GMT -8
They had followed Sven at a more measured pace as the man darted ahead, watching calmly as he mowed through one of the local militia types that seemed to have taken control of the area.
Baru, Vasha and Uror glanced at Berrik who gave a slight nod, almost imperceptible in the dim lighting towards which they had gravitated. The four spread out slightly, Baru moving to Berrik's left while the twins flanked his right, their movements silent as they sought their own space to maneuver.
As soon as Sven went down in a tangle under the attack of these two plastic soldiers they reacted, two blaster rifles, a heavy blaster, and two blaster pistols whirring to life. They ignored Sven's call to stand down as Berrik stepped forward slightly, eyeing up the situation and finding it easily winnable to his mind.
"Tion'tuur val duumir gar laam, lek..."
{{When they let you up, yeah...}}
His eyes flashed about with barely contained menace as he thrust his chin out belligerently towards the now uncertain-looking cops. He still had the bottle of Tihaar, now in his left hand, while the right sported a big and illegal looking heavy blaster.
One of the policemen backed off a couple of steps and began to raise a comlink only to freeze when he heard a 'click' next to his ear. Yusatta's voice muttered into the man's ear in a soft, sibilant whisper as he levelled a pistol at the man's jaw.
"Tut tut. I'll take that..."
His hand came up to remove the device from the frozen mans hand...
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May 18, 2015 17:45:55 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on May 18, 2015 17:45:55 GMT -8
It was strange, but Vee supposed his explanation made sense...she guessed. Maybe. What did she know of aruetii ways? Her only interactions had been briefly with her job. Her pink mouth lifted slightly at his question, looking down at their hands, then back up at him. Work, drink, sleep, repeat. She rotated her neck as a yawn escaped her. What do you do when you're not killing Mandalorian mercs and Sith? She only half meant it in jest, the other half wondering what he would say and if it would give some kind of clue as to why he was here.
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May 18, 2015 17:56:39 GMT -8
Post by A'den'ade on May 18, 2015 17:56:39 GMT -8
A'den arrived the space docks. He perched himself up on a cargo container that ha been there for some time. He sat n watched the comings and goings...
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May 18, 2015 17:58:34 GMT -8
Post by DrRoninMatango on May 18, 2015 17:58:34 GMT -8
Ronin raised and eye brow stopping if only for a moment before continuing wrapping her hand
"Before this job I was on a backwater planet doing humanitarian work for poor children. I have a bit of a weakness for children in need. It's in honor of my fallen son."
A small sly smirk crossed his face as he finished wrapping the hand hoping to skip over the subject of a son let alone a significant other
"That and hunting sith and jedi."
It was in a half joking manner, but it was almost dead on. Sitting down in the chair fight in front of the table he continued
"So when do you have time to have fun, be a single woman and play around? I'm sure you're hit on all the time."
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May 18, 2015 18:19:38 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on May 18, 2015 18:19:38 GMT -8
Don was watching the clean up process when he heard the commotion at the entrance, walking around the workers with a sense of urgency, hoping that would make them speed up the process. He turned sharply on his heel as he heard Sven's voice yell out, the mercs all deploying their weapons at the security, despite his cousin's order. Don's eyes narrowed in annoyance as he quickly and quietly sprint to where the mercs where holding the officers hostage.
He came around at an angle where they could see him, waiting to speak until he was there, addressing the security first.
They're with us, step aside, all of you. Now.
His eyes barely contained his anger, his stance authoritative as he turned to the mercs, making a quick draw from the blaster at his hip and pointing it at the side of Yusatta's head with a click.
Naritir gar besbe'trayce be'chaaj. Jii. Ra ni kelir tengaanar gar meg gar mirshe haa'taylir guuror.
<Put your weapons away. Now. Or I'll show you what your brains look like.>
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May 18, 2015 18:34:06 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on May 18, 2015 18:34:06 GMT -8
Vee was trying to discern whether or not the doctor was kidding about the Jedi and Sith comment when he mentioned "playing around" and "being hit on." It took her by surprise. She frowned in earnest at the last comment as she slid off the table. Hit on? You mean like what you're doing right now? Who did this aruetii think he was? As far as fun, I like blasting balls off men. She arched an eyebrow at Ronin to punctuate her point before turning around and making her way to the door. Thanks for the help doc...sleep well.
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May 18, 2015 18:56:46 GMT -8
Post by DrRoninMatango on May 18, 2015 18:56:46 GMT -8
Ronin smirked as he watched her fine ass shake as she walked away
"As long as it's the good kinda hurt have at it!"
Oh the sweet dreams he would have if he actually planned on sleeping. Had he not already taken a nap he would have gone straight to bed
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May 19, 2015 11:17:45 GMT -8
Post by Cayne on May 19, 2015 11:17:45 GMT -8
The sneer on Berrik's face made plain what he thoughts of the threat as he continued to hold his ground, gun pointed unwaveringly at the officer in front of him. It was only when the officers holding Sven yielded to Don's command that the mercenary raised his weapon, abandoning his stance before slamming the over-sized blaster home into its holster. He nodded his head to the others as they too secured their weapons, Berrik taking a long pull of the bottle as he moved to step past Don to study the scene beyond.
The others also drifted off from their positions, each seemingly intent on their own investigation of what had occurred, making no effort to stay out of the way of the emergency units milling about. The Echani returned the comlink to the officer he had taken it from and smiled sardonically before disappearing into the ship.
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May 19, 2015 11:28:33 GMT -8
Post by Roughnecks on May 19, 2015 11:28:33 GMT -8
Staying prone for a few moments longer after the officers released him Sven kept his hands open and splayed out at his sides before drawing them in to assist in his rise to his feet. His helmet hid the rather wild look he had in his eyes as he spun in a slow three-sixty to take in the scene. Finally his gaze fell upon Don's angry features, the mercenaries and their actions now forgotten in the face of the chaos around him. Three quick steps brought him to his cousin, his hand reaching out to take the other man's shoulder.
Kad, Don. Gar jahaale? Vee...
{{Kad, Don. You okay? Vee... }}
His head turned left and right as if looking to see her flaming hair emerge from somewhere to dispel his fears for her well being. His voice was hoarse as it growled out of the helms speaker, the static doing nothing to hide his concern.
Mebana olar?
{{What happened here?}}
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Post by Deleted on May 19, 2015 15:53:48 GMT -8
As soon as Vee entered her room and shut the door, she peeled out of her pants. It was warmer than usual in the ship, she was certain the AC must be busted.She dropped into the bed, sprawled out across it and staring at the ceiling.She was tired, but her brain wouldn't shut off. She wondered what Ronin meant about fighting Sith and Jedi. She supposed it was just a joke...what doctor actually fought Jedi and Sith? She found part of her wishing it was true, though. Having someone on board who could fight force-users would certainly make her feel better. She didn't know the first thing about them.
She wasn't prejudice against Force-users, per se. Taung had explained to her the science behind the Force. As far as she was concerned, it was a natural occurrence. It wasn't the user's fault they were Force-sensitive. At the same time, she was incredibly wary of them. She had heard stories of Jedi and Sith deflecting blaster bolts with their hands, of being able to see into your thoughts and being able to choke you without so much as touching you. She didn't want to be around any to find out if those things were true. She tipped her head up slightly to look at her blaster on the small side table. She reached back with her right arm and grabbed it, bringing it to lie on her stomach with her right hand still holding it tightly.It would be nice to have a user on their side, though. Maybe a Jedi. She heard they were the nicer of the two sects.
Her mind started to wander to everything that needed to be done tomorrow before they left, but she stubbornly banished the thoughts. She would never fall asleep if she dwelt on that.She sat up with a sigh, releasing the slug into her lap and leaning back on both hands. She idly kicked at the blanket, as she blew a piece of wet hair out of her face. She needed to do something boring. She hated going through the trouble of combing out her long, thick hair, but she figured that was just the ticket.She swung her legs around the bed to stand, taking the blaster with her to the fresher along with her comb. As she started to work out the knots, she couldn't help but notice the bruising again, her cheeks flushing as she thought about last night. Maybe you just need some really good sex...that would put you out. She shook her head as if that would knock out the wayward thought.
No, no more sex with Sven. If she learned anything, it was that she couldn't separate sex from her feelings. It made her feel so...weak. But there it was. At least she could say she tried. She combed her hair rougher than usual, as if it would help erase these musings from her train of thought.
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Post by Deleted on May 19, 2015 16:24:37 GMT -8
Don glared after Berrik and the other mercs, seeing red.They disobeyed a direct orders, twice. He would have blasted the head off the Echani had he been given the chance by the authors, as he was not one for idle threats. The fact he didn't fulfill his promise would only embolden them further, which could lead to more serious problems. They were a liability if they couldn't be controlled, and that was the last thing this haul needed. Don did not put up with shit, not from anyone. If firing Berrik meant the entire group would leave, then so be it. They were more trouble than they were worth. He would discuss it with Vee tonight then take care of it in the morning.
Don turned to his cousin when Sven grasped his shoulder, his features not relaxing.The fact the man was more concerned about Vee than the mercs behavior spoke volumes.
Darjetii bal Mando'ade kebbur at chakur te kebise. Sa gar liser rejorhaa'ir, val kyrayc docking crew, a anade ashi cuyir jate. Vee aalar dush, a kaysh cuyir jate. Kaysh cuyir o'r te ship, nuhoy.
<Sith and Mandalorians tried to steal the cargo. As you can tell, they killed docking crew, but everyone else is good. Vee feels guilty, but she's ok. She's in the ship, sleeping.>
He crossed his arms, head tipping to the side with an arched eyebrow.
Te doctor cuyir te solus tion'ad kyrayc val. . .meh gar liser urmankalar ibac.
<The doctor is the one who killed them...if you can believe that.
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May 19, 2015 16:54:05 GMT -8
Post by DrRoninMatango on May 19, 2015 16:54:05 GMT -8
With the Captain gone Ronin closed his eyes feeling around the ship. No disturbances on board, just a restless woman needing to relax. Outside the ship was another matter all together. Something was stirring outside.
Getting to his feet Ronin reached for a bottle of pills, melatonin. Taking several pills out he places them into a little bag and wrote a note which too was placed in the bag. The note read:
-Take two with a glass of water, it'll help you sleep
Doctors Orders-
Exiting his room Ronin walked the few feet to the next room where she was staying and gave the door a knock.
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May 19, 2015 16:56:21 GMT -8
Post by Roughnecks on May 19, 2015 16:56:21 GMT -8
Te aruetii?
{{The outsider?}}
His thoughts careened around his head, orbiting the near-overwhelming desire to push past his cousin and seek out Vee to and see to her needs. Don's reassurance that she was alright barely abated his concern as his mind spun with the information being presented to him. That the doctor could hand't himself wasn't really a surprise given what Vee had said about him earlier, but that he had taken down a Sith and several mercenaries by himself was interesting to say the least. Then there was the fact that they had been attacked by such characters...
He yanked his helmet off roughly as if giving the tumultuous din inside his head a chance to escape, his right hand coming up to ruffle his hair before dragging itself down across his face. His eyes blinked in confusion as he ocne again looked around, fighting the urge to rush off and see Vee.
"Par sol..."
{{Wait a minute...}}
His voice was more steady now as he gained control of his emotions more fully, holding up a hand for a moment as he assimilated the information.
"Ibe'te kriff vaabir Siit coopanir olar...?"
{{What the hell do Sith want here?}}
That Sith were on Mandalore was bad enough and strange enough. That they were meddling in a hangar devoted to a cargo ship was stranger still. Add to the fact that a doctor had single-handedly killed the Sith and his team just stacked the list of unlikely events to the point of madness. He calmly assessed what was offered, both information presented by Don and what he could see, firmly keeping a lid on any feelings that sought to cloud his mind. Vee had been right in that regard. Business and pleasure rarely mixed and the latter would always seek to circumvent sense and logic.
He blew out a breath, his efforts to resist the need to seek Vee out once again barely winning the day. His eyes came up and found Don's, seeing the anger displayed and acknowledging its cause.
"Ni ceta, Don. Ni linebare bah cuyir olar."
{{I'm sorry, Don. I should have been here...}}
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May 19, 2015 17:35:59 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on May 19, 2015 17:35:59 GMT -8
Don shook his head as he unfolded his arms, reaching out to place a hand upon Sven's armored shoulder. The anger in his eyes diminished, his anger momentarily forgotten as he gazed into his cousin's eyes.
Vi an ru'kir ganar. Bic cuyir not gar fault. Vi nayc kar'taylir meg vi rucuyir facing.
<We all should have. It's not your fault. We didn't know what we were facing.>
He dropped his arm as he turned his face back to the mercs.He needed them secure for the evening. If they decided to cause problems, there would be nothing they could do to stop them. It was one thing to worry about Sith...quite another to have to worry about your own security.Don motioned to them with his head, his mouth set in a thin line.
Vi liser jorhaa'ir be te darjetii nakar'tuur. . . vaii vaabir gar ganar te mercs nuhoy?
<We can talk about the Sith tomorrow...where are you going to have the mercs sleep?>
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May 19, 2015 17:47:09 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on May 19, 2015 17:47:09 GMT -8
Vee paused with a frown mid-brush at the sound of the knock.It couldn't be Don, he would have just sauntered in. She placed her brush down on top of the toilet seat, picking up her blaster instead. She managed to quickly pull on her pants again, swinging her waist-length hair behind her shoulders. She was still frowning when she hit the button for the door to slide open. She sighed, leaning a hip against the door frame and throwing her visitor an expectant look.Dr. Matango. Just want she needed.
She crossed her arms, blaster still in hand. What?
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May 19, 2015 18:07:00 GMT -8
Post by DrRoninMatango on May 19, 2015 18:07:00 GMT -8
Ronin looked the captain up and down a time or two before handing her the bag
"Looking good there Captain. I thought you seemed a bit tense and have a difficult time falling to sleep. That is melatonin, it'll relax you and help you sleep."
Ronin smirked when he saw the blaster.
"Well if you need anything else my room is right next to you."
Ronin turn and made his way for the ramp of the ship, before he got out of ear shot he purposely spoke loud enough for Vee to hear
"God nothing like a red head with a gun!"
Onto series matter he needed to find out what the hell was happening now
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May 20, 2015 15:31:29 GMT -8
Post by Roughnecks on May 20, 2015 15:31:29 GMT -8
His eyes drifted to the left, to where the mercenaries who were in sight were milling about, watching the police operations and commenting among themselves.
"Laam bat te lamyc kebise kajiij."
{{Up on the higher cargo deck.}}
He sensed more than heard the disapproval in Don's voice and pulled a face as he surmised the cause. His cousin did not like having his orders ignored no matter how noble the intent, and Berrik's scorn afterwards had likely only exasperated the problem where the mercenaries were concerned. In light of what had occurred here Sven was reluctant to see such resources go, even if they were difficult to control. They shouldn't hope to count on a doctor to do the impossible a second time...
He sighed, eyes searching Don's face.
"Ni kar'taylir Berrik liser cuyir..."
{{I know Berrik can be...}}
He paused a moment as if looking for the right word to use before shrugging and abandoning any attempt at diplomacy.
"... Sheb palon a mhi ret linebar val besbe'trayce..."
{{... arsehole but we may need their weapons...}}
His eyes once again took in the scene of chaos around them.
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May 20, 2015 16:38:42 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on May 20, 2015 16:38:42 GMT -8
Don shook his head as he folded his arms with a sigh. His eyes didn't leave the mercs.
Ni Kelir rejorhaa'ir Vee meg ru'banar bal kaysh liser decide meg at vaabir.
<I'll tell Vee what happened and she can decide what to do.
And he would make sure she made the right decision, though Don knew she wouldn't need convincing...she didn't put up with any shit either, and this trip was shaping up to be dangerous enough without rogue security.Don shot his cousin a long side glance with a hint of a smile playing around his mouth.
Vee cuyir o'r haav. . . ru'lis gar check bat kaysh par ni? Ni said ni ru'kel. shi hiibir baatir be te mercs sol'yc. Ni cuy' slanar at talk at te doctor about meg ru'banar.
,Vee's in bed...could you check on her for me? I promised I would. Just take care of the mercs first. I'm going to talk to the doctor about what happened.
Don hoped Sven bunking with Vee tonight would clear the air at the very least...at best, maybe it would bring them closer together.
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May 20, 2015 17:17:21 GMT -8
Post by Roughnecks on May 20, 2015 17:17:21 GMT -8
He smiled at Don and nodded his head though the expression contained more than a hint of trepidation, the eyes looking a bit wild at the thought of seeing Vee, colour rising to his cheeks a little.
"Ru'suvarir, vod."
The words sallied forth easily from a mind once again torn up with its own inconsistencies, almost like a defensive reaction to inner confusion and bafflement. A few minutes ago it was all he could do to not tear a hole in the ship to expose where Vee rested, stilling his mind from the worry he felt for her safety. Now he was having a nervous breakdown at the thought of seeing her, like a teenage meltdown on a first date.
He turned his gaze away towards where Berrik sat on a crate, the empty bottle stood erect next to his position, angling his face in the hopes that Don would not see any such doubts there.
It would be hard to explain what he didn't understand so he would do his best to keep such erratic thoughts to himself. Besides, Don had enough on his plate without playing agony aunt to a so-called warrior.
Without speaking he placed his right hand on Don's shoulder, squeezing once with the gauntlett, careful not to apply too much pressure through the crushgaunts reactive fabric, before releasing and heading off towards the ship.
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