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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Jan 15, 2016 22:33:35 GMT -8
The holoscreen that was closest to straight ahead from NCO's point of view flickered with static for a moment. Someone with sharp eyes might see a ghost of an eye that appeared only long enough to wink just before the static cleared.
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Post by Ka'ra Ordo on Jan 16, 2016 0:10:57 GMT -8
*Becoming a ba'buir... At this point in her life, Ka'ra couldn't say she put much stock in keeping a family. It was almost blasphemous, she knew, but at this point in her life, she felt more concerned about ensuring her own survival—and success as aliit'alor—before she cared about raising a family.
But family was exactly where the conversation headed, as the Gungan decided to adopt A'den on the spot. If Ka'ra didn't care about family, why did she feel a small sting at this? Not that she thought herself capable of taking the boy in, and the close age still struck her as odd. She tried to forget about it, which she was provided the perfect opportunity to when asked to recite the Resol'nare. Ka'ra took a sizable gulp of her tihaar to clear her throat and fuel her spirit, then set the mug down on the table before sliding out of the booth to stand at attention.*
"Ba'jur, Beskar'gam, Aliit, Ara'nov, Mando'a, bal Mand'alor," *she recited.* "We must educate our youth, wear our armor with pride, cherish our family and clan, defend our vode, speak our language, and follow our Mand'alor. These are the ways of the Mando'ade."
*She sat down once more, allowing A'den to take those in. He was a vode now, whether he liked it or not. Taken in by... Ka'ra frowned, tilting her head.* "Pardon me, vod, but I didn't catch your name."
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Post by Non-Com Or'dinii on Jan 16, 2016 0:31:30 GMT -8
You should have caught that sooner Ka'ra Ordo.
My tone is mildy reproving, though I am proud of the exemplary if rote response to my request for the resol'nare. I see the screen flicker, and within it the winking eye, and grin. Aya was never far away. It was honestly a comfort to me knowing that at least one of his Aliit was alway on hand, no matter where I am. Using a more amiable tone of voice I finally introduce myself.
Though you know my clan already, Or'dinii, my given name is Non-Com. I doubt you'll have heard anything of me, as I have spent a great deal of time in the unknown regions with my aliit. It's been less than a week since I returned to the known galaxy, though I honestly know less of this side than I do the other. Tell me young one, what has become of Aliit Ordo of late? A young strong man led it when I was here last, what became of him, and how did you gain the burden of alor?
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Post by A'den'ade on Jan 16, 2016 8:03:25 GMT -8
A'den beamed with pride. He finally had a family. A strong Mando'ade family. Aliit Or'dinii.
I will not disappoint you. A'den placed his arm across his chest and bowed slightly. He had seen many of the Mando'ade do this and hoped he was doing it right. He took another drink of the tihaar. It didn't seem to burn as much this time...
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Post by Ka'ra Ordo on Jan 16, 2016 14:20:20 GMT -8
*Should have caught his name sooner? Ka'ra's brows knit as she tried to remember a single instance of his name being uttered without success. She supposed he assumed the bartender would have given them his name, but he had not. Or maybe he'd meant she should have asked sooner, and perhaps she should have, but she'd been a little distracted. Regardless, she now had his name: Non-Com. An odd name, but the Gungans themselves were an odd species...
And then the topic fell to Aliit Ordo. Ka'ra's brows remained knit; a difficult subject, that one, but one she had learned to come to grips with a long time ago. Was forced to, if she was going to handle her new role with any respect. With a steady voice, she answered,* "Buir has... vanished. In his place, I've been made aliit'alor. That's all there really is to say." *She chose not to divulge the grittier politics of it all at the moment, mostly because she didn't think it was important; words weren't going to solve those issues regardless, and she knew that.*
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Post by Non-Com Or'dinii on Jan 16, 2016 22:15:49 GMT -8
Vanished? Aliit'alore shouldn't just up and vanish, and buir'e even less so. NCO pressed his lips together as he considered this unfortunate news. It looked like he would have the pleasure of training two young vode, but one would require a great deal more tact in how her training was handled. Not that he doubted she lacked anything, but instead simply understood that she was to young to have had time to learn half of what a good aliit'alor knew. How did he know what a good Allit'alor knew? Well, he'd just come back from serving his own aliit'alor in the Unknown regions, and had gotten to spend a lot of time talking with the man, as he'd made it a point to do so as often as possible. In this way, NCO had learned more than even he knew of what it meant to be a mando'ade and what a mando'ad looked for in their alor'e. He considered what he could do, and what needed to be done, and saw there was little else to do here in the 'baat. But where should they go next?
Of course you won't A'den, you'll make a fine verd yet. Finish your pint there, no need to waste such a fine brew. Ka'ra, what brings you to Mandalore? I think I have a job for you to do, but I need to know if you can do it.
I was careful to leave my sentence vague, perhaps I doubted her ability, perhaps I doubted something else, but doubt was there and it wouldn't be easy for a mando'ad to let that doubt sit unresolved. I needed to make a few arrangements... but Ka'ra could help me with several of them, though I wanted her to help with one in particular while I dealt with the rest.
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Post by A'den'ade on Jan 17, 2016 10:02:39 GMT -8
A'den nodded and continued to drink the tihaar. He was starting to feel... Funny...
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Post by Ka'ra Ordo on Jan 18, 2016 15:24:30 GMT -8
*The affects of the tihaar seemed to be settling in with A'den, and Ka'ra had to keep her amusement from showing. She could hardly remember her first taste of tihaar, and she wasn't sure if that had anything to do with young age or alcohol. Probably both.
As she took another drink, Non-Com asked why she was here on Manda'yaim, intimating a potential job for her, if she could do it. Ka'ra narrowed her eyes over the rim of the mug, swallowing the liquid before setting it down on the table, replying,* "Coming here was someone else's suggestion. My advisers said I needed time away and to seek relations with the vode at Manda'yaim. I wanted to stay, but they wouldn't take no for an answer." *There were equal parts frustration and gratefulness in her tone and expression as she spoke; frustration that she wasn't at home and continuing to prove her worth, grateful that they cared enough about her to want her to have a rest from it all.
Ka'ra then reclaimed a neutral expression, turning her attention to the other topic.* "What's the job?" *she asked seriously, and somewhat skeptically. If her advisers knew she hadn't fully taken their advice upon coming here, they'd probably be a little miffed, but she was their aliit'alor and would have to trust her judgment. She didn't like sitting idle, especially as a child; now that she was an adult, that was the last thing she planned on doing.*
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Post by Non-Com Or'dinii on Jan 22, 2016 10:01:22 GMT -8
Well, let's see what we can get done, A'den will need sobering and then equipping. Beskar'gam would be to expensive to use for the few months it would fit before he out grew it, so we'd have to find something that would be practical with out being to expensive, probably a durable light wieght armor for his first set would be best, but let's see what Ka'ra can get going for the lad. Has she learned how to equip her men personally yet? NCO wasn't sure, and he wouldn't hold it against her if she didn't that skill came with time, so she would learn it eventually.
A'den here could use sobering, have you figured that trick out yet? It's a very handy trick have up your sleeve. Sober him up and help him find some good armor. Then you can see about getting him a couple of good weapons. He'll need them soon enough, do this for me and I'll treat you to a good hunt Aliit'alor Ordo. Oya!
I slide a credit tab across the table to cover the expenses of outfitting the boy. I wasn't quite sure what I wanted to do first, but it was an interesting, delima perhaps a simple hunt on Mandayaim for the vode... that would be simple enough to arrange, if I could a few old friends here. I stand, and don my bu'cey, carefully tucking my ears up into the armored cavities made for them. A hunt would be good. The intensity should help clear the minds of both young mando'ade and set their hearts at ease, or at least at exhilarated joy.
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Post by Ka'ra Ordo on Jan 25, 2016 23:27:29 GMT -8
*Sobering trick? Ka'ra certainly wasn't privy to that information. And if she had been, she probably would have held back even less on the drinking as a child... And wait, now she was in charge of getting A'den outfitted? She took the credit chip idly, hardly without thinking, and held it up, inspecting it a moment.*
"Oya," *she repeated, before looking up at the now-helmeted, standing Gungan,* "but, me? Shouldn't his new buir be responsible for outfitting his ad in the proper style of the aliit?" *She slipped the chip into her palm and gripped it tightly, prepared to give it back if the Gungan changed his mind, but otherwise not wanting to carelessly handle someone else's money. She downed the last of her tihaar before placing the mug down upon the table and sliding out of the booth herself. Standing, she asked,* "And, sorry, but 'sobering trick'? I'm not aware of any such thing; growing up, I learned to walk or sleep it off." *Glancing at A'den and looking back, she grinned and added,* "Sooner he gets used to it, the better."
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Post by A'den'ade on Jan 27, 2016 12:44:01 GMT -8
A'den looked at both of them. Or all four of them he should say. As they seemed to be two of each of his new vode. he smiled feeling happy, but not really comprehending what they were discussing.
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Post by Non-Com Or'dinii on Feb 26, 2016 22:33:44 GMT -8
Well, she was rather young, so this hadn't been a necessary skill to date. Poor sod, a'den'ika was about to be rather upset. NCO rose, motioning for them to wait at the table. He walked over to the bar, and came back with two tankards, dripping condensation. NCO dumped the first on A'den's head as he passed the boy. It was just water, very cold water mind you, but still only water. The shock alone was usually quite sufficient to solve the issue, though for particularly inebriated souls, additional doses were required.
Shock of any sort will do, something to get the body running at 110% of it's normal routine. Though, I should warn you that using electrical shocks has the highest backfire rate, sometimes sending men into seizures, stroke, or stopping their heart outright. Cold water seems to work best, and is most effective in small rapidly applied doses. Slapping also works, sometimes. As to the former question, yes it is my responsibility, and if you do poorly, I will rectify your mistakes before we begin the hunt. The hunt itself should be simple enough. There's a relatively new game preserve a few kilometers from here that hosts hunts from time to time. We can start there if you like, or I can arrange a real hunt if that's more to your tastes.
I look back A'den, if he needs a second dose, I'll toss the second tankard of cold water in his face, if not I'll hand it to him and tell him to drink up. He'll need to flush as much of the alcohol out of system as possible, but I doubt he'll prove particularly useful in the coming hunt, unless Ka'ra opts to go for a real hunt, which will probably lead off world and give the lad time to recover.
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Post by A'den'ade on Feb 27, 2016 6:05:26 GMT -8
A'den stood up quickly from his chair when the water hit him. Anger rose from his heart as well. He looked at Non-Com fire burning in his eyes, glaring at him. His happy, hazy feeling left him. His fists clenched as the water dripped down his hair.
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Post by Kylarn Fett on Mar 3, 2016 12:56:11 GMT -8
Through the doors a man entered the Oyu'baat, slowly and calmly. Hands lifted to remove his buy'ce as he walked toward an empty table. The smell, it never changed. Dinge and sweat. Glorious. As he sat down his helmet placed on the end of the table shown his colors. Unpainted, chrome with less shine than it once held. Dented and true, nothing would change those marks. A young female walked up slowly and asked for his order. He smirked out of the corner of the shadows and spoke softly with a credit chip in hand.
"Uj cake, kaff, and then perhaps some of the stronger stuff." None recognized him, it had been decades since he frequented this place. In loose terms he had at best stayed away. Running had been a game his family hadn't known. His clan had all but forgotten him he was certain. The life of a mercenary paid more as it was. He cared little for the pompous acts of the past, and he certainly had no intentions of reliving them. Approaching with his order the young woman placed it on the table with an attitude, the kaff spilt over the side of it's cup as he narrowed his eyes in a fashion to show his disgust with her. She walked off and paid him no attention.
"Children. Always some sort of attitude." Minding his own business as he ate the uj cake Kylarn looked about the gathered group and saw none of the old faces, at least none that matched his. Youngsters around, something he never thought he would see again. Spending time in the galaxy away from this place had brought him a new found meaning to where he belonged and where he should be. This was home. This was where he should be. For now.
Hours passed as he continued watching, staring into the groups of people, reminiscing the old days unsure of what he had expected when he was here. His brother, a distant memory. He'd heard the old man had died. His nephew, surely lost to the universe now. None of his own. And he was fine with that. Or at least he thought he was. But the clan obviously hadn't done much since they were an intricate piece to the Mando'a puzzle. Kylarn had gone off on his own more often than not, disregarding the commands of his elders. But this was different now, he wondered if he would be the elder. None had known he was still alive, perhaps they dissolved the clan altogether. This would not stand, but this was the way of their people. Moving forward.
"More Kaff please."
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Post by Kylarn Fett on Mar 4, 2016 6:17:35 GMT -8
Hours passed as the old Mandalorian continued to sit in his dark corner. There were many comers and goers but none had attempted to speak with Kylarn, his kaff intake had ceased quickly as he moved on to the stronger refreshments that were provided to those who knew what to ask for. Ky moved from corner to corner to see exactly what the people were dwelling on in their conversation. Taking mental note that most of the farmers were concerned about the lack of structure. Mandalore had become leaderless in the past but those were darker times. Times of Imperial control, an ancient history of course, but Ky knew those times were close again. It's why he had gone home.
Of course he could find work if a war broke out, swelling his account was very tempting and probably would overwhelm any desire to stay on Mandalore if the price was right. Nothing had changed where that was concerned. A young man finally approached him some hours later as he drank alone standing in the furthest corner from the bar in the light. Forgetting to stay in the shadows for the slightest time.
S'cuse me. Old timer? Where is your kin? Those words rang hard in Kylarn's mind. He couldn't say to be sure, but there was always room for conversation. He looked to the boy and judged him, perhaps in his mid to late twenties, fresh and green. Knowing this because his beskar'gam was still clean, probably a protector of the capitol that had not seen war in such a time, this was disheartening for Kylarn, he remembered war, remembered glorious battle. Those days were dead and gone. "My clan is all but gone young man." Kylarn finished his glass quickly, the burn was slight, or he couldn't tell any longer but this was nothing he was concerned with. He stayed silent for a moment as he pondered everything from the past, shaking his head he knew that it was all gone, nothing would return to the way that it was. Perhaps he should have stayed in the far regions. Taking work was a simpler way of life, for him anyway. The young man was not satisfied.
Who was your clan leader old timer?Ky looked him over once more, the light glimmered off his own beskar'gam for a moment, chrome like for the faintest of time as the gold trim had faded. Smirking again he grabbed the young man by the shoulder and walked him to the bar in silence as he grabbed another drink. "I was once my clan leader, not at the right time. Clan Fett has not been a part of my life since I was probably your age. I was Mand'alor, as was my brother Cassus. My family was strong, we fell to whims of different folk ner'vod. My blood boils at the thought, and this is why I left." The look on Jondar's face was one of disgust for a moment, surely he had been taught about the old times. A man stood before him that had disgraced the ways of their people, taken the life of a bounty hunter much like the days of old. But the young man did not waiver from him. "If you feel the need to rejoin your clan and forsake me to them I would understand ner'vod." His words fell on Jondar's ears with some pause, but Kylarn continued to drink, knowing that sooner or later someone would recognize him.
You were once a great man, time changes people. If you are here that means time has brought you home. I will find Clan Fett if they still reside here and contact you.Ky lifted an eyebrow at the young man, surprised by his words. Perhaps the Mando'a ways had changed. Kylarn returned to Mandalore in thoughts that he would face tribunal for abandonment of his fleet. Given the time between his departure and now perhaps they had forgotten, he wondered if this meant he was the only Fett left, or if there was still a clan of his kin left remaining throughout these last two decades. Taking another drink he finished it quickly and moved away from the young protector, making his way to the doorway as he slipped his buy'ce on gently exiting the doorway.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2016 1:59:25 GMT -8
A trio of armored Mando'ade - two male and one female - step through the doors beneath the large portico at the entrance of the ancient tapcaf and hotel, pausing for a brief moment once inside as though to savor a familiar sight that has not been seen in some time, and then walk down the broad, shallow staircase leading into the Oyu'baat's immense, noisy main hall.
Lorcan, wearing battered but well-maintained blue beskar'gam, steps between his brother and clanswoman, clapping both on the shoulders companionably as he cheerfully announces in Mando'a, Change of plans, vode. Don't wait on me. I'll catch up before we set out again, don't worry.
Shaking his head as he watches his younger brother lift his buy'ce from his head and run a hand through his short black hair while making his way determinedly towards the comely blonde lass that seems to have caught his eye, Faelan chuckles and says, That didn't take long.
Never does, Raicheal observes dryly, nodding towards an unoccupied booth along an outer wall. Secure us that booth, I'll look after the food and drink.
While he leads the group when they are in the field, Faelan knows better than to argue a simple matter such as who sees to what task when they are on leave, and so simply makes his way to the table his clanswoman had indicated and sits down. Removing his buy'ce and setting it on the table, Faelan laces the fingers of his rough, calloused hands together and rests his chin atop them as he looks around at the activity in the noisy, crowded tapcaf, enjoying the mere fact he is on his homeworld and among his people after having been away for so long. Raicheal returns not long afterwards, with bowls of meat and vegetable stew and mugs of spiced caf, and the two eat in the companionable silence of fellow warriors who have known one another, and fought and bled together, long enough that idle chatter is no longer necessary between them.
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Post by Kylarn Fett on Mar 7, 2016 5:32:59 GMT -8
Kylarn had taken his time walking around the city, knowing the dome had protected so many people in the years that had passed was satisfying, but it still reminded him of the past, the stories, all of the turmoil that had unfolded in those very streets. His beskar'gam had been taken care of, the young armor smith had painted it all a tan instead of green because he felt it better fitted the old mando'ade but that wasn't a surprise in the long run. Entering the Oyu'baat slowly as he scanned the room he removed his buy'ce, placing it on the bar.
"Tihaar, surely there is still some of that around." Ky spoke to the young lady who had brought him his food just days before, she recognized him and made comment about his new armor. He nodded and smirked as she brought a bottle of Tihaar to him with a short glass. Saying that it was on the house since she had been told who he was. It had only taken a few days for someone to figure it out. But that was troublesome in and of itself. Kylarn looked around the bar to see if he recognized anyone at all, but of course he didn't. His age and years away probably wouldn't prompt the best of memory as to the faces of his old vode. But he certainly didn't know any of these younger ones, they'd probably come to Mandalore after he had left. And he probably would leave again.
Ky drank his wine slowly as he looked to the back of the bar, placing his back to the crowd for a time as he pondered what to do next. Should he return to Concord Dawn? Or should he stay on Mandalore and see if they could rebuild the structures? He was unsure. But the time would come soon for his decision.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2016 9:56:56 GMT -8
"Kandosii'la (amazing), Raicheal chuckles with a shake of her head as she watches Lorcan leaving the Oyu'baat with the blonde woman that had caught his eye earlier. I wonder if he has any sons he has yet to lear. . ." Stopping herself when she sees the momentary flicker of pain in Faelan's eyes, Raicheal, who knows herself how the wounds left by grief can be opened to bleed anew by the simplest of things no matter how much time has passed, curses herself for not having thought her joking remark through before speaking.
Faelan knows that Raicheal meant no harm with her comment, just as he suspects that she understands how the loss of a loved one will never lose its ability to gut you unexpectedly. The loss of his two sons in the crusades against Force users will never, Faelan has come to believe, be any less bitter, or any less able to wake the anger and grief that will always lay waiting within him. Forcing a smile, not wanting to allow his mood to spoil their day, Faelan lifts his mug and says, "Nu kyr'adyc, shi taab'echaaj'la (not gone, merely marching far away), managing to keep his tone merely somber rather than bitter or angry. Not wanting to endure any lingering awkwardness, and to signal that the subject is not one he wishes to dwell on, Faelan raps his knuckles on the table and stands as he says, I think we need more drink."
At the bar, Faelan lifts a hand to capture the attention of the bartender, who answers by holding an index finger aloft to indicate he will be a moment dealing with other patrons. As he waits, Faelan observes the activity in the Oyu'baat for a moment, and in doing so notices the older Mando in tan beskar'gam seated at the bar to his right. The man is somewhat younger than Faelan, but has a weariness or some other undefined quality in his gaze that Faelan recognizes, having seen it in his own reflection at times. Giving the seated Mando a nod, Faelan follows a sudden impulse and says, "Gal'gala, vod (let me buy you a drink, mate)."
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Post by Kylarn Fett on Mar 7, 2016 10:39:40 GMT -8
Kylarn listens to the words that come from one of the other people at the bar, noticing he intends to get some drink. Ky had known the bartender for many years. The keeper of secrets, the one who aided many of them in times of need. The man putting his finger up had been a gesture to the old ways, someone Ky should know. Moving his hand to the cup he lifted it without a word and watched the other mando'ad who apparently was offering to buy him a drink. Lifting an eyebrow he looked to the man with his piercing gaze, thoughts climbing through his brain of men he had been knowing in ages past. No recollection came to mind, but this was fine, good even.
"Appreciated. But I have plenty. What brings you here today? Surely your comrades have business?" Looking the man over for a moment he noticed the stance, strong and trained. He was used to that, it was their way. "Let me buy you and your voden Tihaar, I've been drinking it for years. I think they still have my reserve around here somewhere." Time had gone by, but the drink was the same. And so were the ways of their people. Staunch and guarded. He was less guarded than ever, many had tried to kill him in the last ten years, none had managed to do so thus far. But none of them had been mando'ade. Ky stood from the stool and approached the man who stood waiting for the keep to return. Nodding to the keep he winked and grabbed what was left of his bottle of Tihaar. Reaching behind the counter he plucked several more of the short glasses from the hold and walked toward a table near the back just after speaking to the man again.
"Come, drink and bring your friends." After a moment he reached the table he placed the glasses down, pouring a full glass for himself and then sat in the seat with his back to the wall, habit. A good one to be certain, even on Mandalore. He looked to the man and waved him over to the table and placed the bottle of Tihaar on the center of the table.
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Nodding his understanding when the Mando states that he has no need of a drink since he has plenty at his disposal already, Faelan answers both of the questions that follow the statement at once when he says, "Gal, ori'skraan, riduur, yaim' dab'ika (beer, big eats, good company and return to camp)." Though the answer is somewhat succinct, there is nothing dismissive or unforthcoming in Faelan's tone, suggesting that he is simply as economical with words as he is with his movements, which are every bit as strong and well-trained as Kylarn had observed; and the answer is complete as well, for he and his vode are currently on leave from their usual business.
Nodding once more to accept the invitation to join the Mando, Faelan motions for Raichel to come along as well while following Kylarn to the table he has chosen. Sweeping his travel-worn black half-shelter cape aside as he sits, Faelan reaches for a glass and pours himself some of the Tihaar he had been offered, lifting the glass in a toast to his host after Raichel has taken a seat - choosing the seat across from Faelan without a word exchanged between them so that, while neither has a wall at their back, they can watch one another's back - and poured her own glass, "K'oyacyi (Cheers)!"
After Raichel has echoed the toast, and all have drank, Faelan refills all of their glasses while openly appraising their host with his head tilted at an inquisitive angle, as though he is trying to glean what he can from the Mando's appearance and comportment. After the next round has been poured, Faelan asks, "Me'vaar ti gar (what's new with you)?" The tone in which the question is asked makes it plain that, rather than employing the phrase literally, Faelan is asking one he believes to be a fellow soldier for a sitrep; for there is something in the Mando, or the way that he carries himself, that suggests to Faelan that he is on the cusp of setting a course to follow, if he has not already in fact set his sights on some purpose.
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