Public Areas - Wet Deck and Hangar Scramble

"I told you I would spare one for you, and I am a man of my word."

Duraanir had noticed the looks from Lynris and Eshana as well, but figured they were just being curious. When Mel asked if she should be worried, he was mid drink, causing the man to snort, and subsequently choke on his drink. He started to beat on his chest plate, not that it would do anything, the choke fading into a slight laugh as he shook his head.

"I have more reason to worry then you do. Eshana is sort of a group mom, and Lynris...is probably trying to come up with a soap opera plot for us. I'll probably suffer some mild teasing later. He caught the tease and gave her a grin. "Think your too sober for me to be in your league, Mel."

Eshana had to smile at Lynris’s youth. “Romance is always challenging, ad’ika,” she answered slowly, reminiscing. “It changes you,” she continued, “but it can make you stronger, wiser. The trick is to find someone that is able to change and grow with you, even if it’s just for a little while. Those who are truly fortunate can find someone like that with whom they can spend the rest of their lives.”

Finally recognizing that she’d probably given a more philosophical answer than Lynris was expecting, she offered a sheepish version of her trademark toothy grin before busying herself with the stew in front of her.

While perfectly serviceable, this stew was nothing to the fresh meat she craved—and had been craving for awhile, she realized. Somewhere in the back recesses of her mind, she made a note to bother one of the Skiratas about indulging in a proper hunting trip sometime soon, between contracts.

Then, too soon, the bowl was empty, and she sat back feeling sated but not satisfied. Pursing her lips, she grabbed a pint of ne’tra gal and began sipping it in the hopes that it would fill in the corners, so to speak.

“After we finish here, do you want to scope out the rest of this tin-can? I should be smart and resupply on a few things for the med bay...”

"Hahaha, fortune favors the bold, but the line between bravery and foolishness is a razors edge."

He smirked as she had winked to him, but let it quickly fade to the soft smile he had maintained throughout their talk. When she asked about what he planned on Dxun, he leaned back and dug around in a pouch. He pulled out a small holo-projector and it tapped on his data-pad. An image of Dxun was pulled up, with a red dot marking a specific location.

"I am planning a bit of excavation around this area here. I'm not expecting trouble with more then the local wildlife. But Onderon gets understandably twitchy when Mandalorians start poking around Dxun, so trouble could come quick." He knew full well what was at the location, but his peoples superstition was enough that he wouldn't say where that was. Or what he planned to dig up there.

Kaine nodded his assent as Duraanir Skirata headed off. Catch you around vod'ika.

He turned back to his ale, content for the moment to sip and rest between jobs. Kad knew he didn't take enough relaxation time. The kind normal people took for themselves; for Kaine, ofttimes those times were full of worry about the next battle. To the old warrior, battle was easy, battle was familiar, battle didn't require the kind of thought that made his sodden old brain hurt.

And the ale was nice and cold and went down a treat.

Mel Tervho

JD had given a light hum when Eshana patted him, happy to finally have some appreciation. Lynris took in what Eshana said with a serious look on her face. The balance there had to be to craft and use cybernetics was delicate which is why she had not messed with the stuff already. One mess up could be dangerous or expensive. Cybernetics was interesting to learn outside of the mischief she wished to cause. In truth the idea how far enhancements could go is what interested her. How strong could one be made before it made a lasting impact on the body? How much tech could one attach and still control normally? Droids were just programming but organic bodies differed in their limits. Her eyes lit up and brought her from her thoughts when Eshana mentioned finding some training manuals or specs.

"That's what I was hoping. Though I'm not sure how much credits it might run. If it was too much I was just going to have JD here….procure me some from the holonet." JD gave a sharp beep of dissatisfaction. By procure, she did not mean buy. One time when she was younger, she had messed up his programming for a week before she was able to fix it because of some sketchy download. Lynris had been scolded good then.

"Regardless," Lynris said taking the last sip of her tea. "if I learn enough could be a good way to earn some credits too and do something more fun. Ship tech is booooring. Wire this, hyperdrive that, thrusters uuuugh. "

Lynris managed to glance over at Duraanir, noticing the woman give him a wink. A smile slid across her face as her eyes went back to Eshana. "Are you ready to go or should we stay longer? Hopefully Duraanir finds us something to do while were are here too. I'm getting restless."

Lynris pushed her chair back and stood up hoping to prompt Eshana. As she stood a large man shoulder-bumped into her. The much larger man gave a loud and rude grunt as his only acknowledgment of her. She turned to face the man and gave a happy giggle while placing a soft hand on his chest.

"Hey careful there big guy." She said with a genuine smile.

The man was going to continue walking but he turned to face Lynris and scowled down at her not happy at her all too cheerful demeanor. "Stay out of my way green-faced nerf bitch." He spat out and Lynris gave a sigh not caring to get into an argument. She opened to her mouth with an almost grin hoping to ease the situation but he continued.

"Your worm-headed friend too."
 
Lynris slammed her fist into the table in frustration. All she wanted was to do was some shopping. Her other fist came at the man a second later connecting to his face with precision. Like a Vornskr hunting its prey, she lunged at him before he might have time to react, taking him down to the ground. A few tables over two others stood at the sight of this, his friends.

After Lynris had tackled the man who had insulted her, the patrons around them had edged away giving them space to tussle. A few people had laughed and began taking little bets amongst each other, others continued to drink as if this was a common occurrence and more seemed interested in the actual fighting and betting. Lynris noticed none of this her attention fully on the man before her. She had been lucky Eshana was also there to take care of the mans two friends. JD had swiftly grabbed her helmet and hid beneath a table having only given a sharp beep of acknowledgment at Duraanir's words.

Lynris had gotten the initial attack of surprise in but after having tackled him, they had fallen awkwardly against a set of chairs to the floor. She was not able to get the advantageous position she was hoping. As Lynris went to stand the larger man swung at her as he had gotten to his feet just a second quicker. His throw was messy with haste but had managed to hit her hard against the stomach. She grit her teeth through it. To her surprise another came after hitting the other side of her.

How annoying.

Through the corners of her eyes she had managed to see Eshana entangled with his friends and she felt bad for getting her into the mess. Lyn brought her fists up and stood ready giving the man a toothy smile that was hard to read. He came at her again with another punch but Lyn stepped forward as he did, side-stepping his punch and ramming her forehead against his face with as much force as she could.

Lynris could have punched him. She could have swept his feet. She could have done a number of things her training had taught her. But this was a bar brawl not war. Lynris pulled back to see the man clutching at his bloody nose. A bit of her forehead had split and a some of the mans blood dribbled down her face as she grinned at him almost begging him to make the first move again.

A look of uncertainty had flashed across his face and Lynris wondered if the man was done. Instead he came at her again, this time tackling her to the ground instead. She slammed against  the ground under his considerable strength it was almost impressive. If there was any more strength behind it he would have knocked the wind from her and she felt the pain from his earlier punches flare. He climbed atop her and pulled back for a punch but Lyn twisted herself to the side and tucked her leg through his. Using his weight against him Lyn flipped him over and now was the one on top.

Maybe some training in a bar brawl was okay.

Her fist connected with his face again and she laughed.

The Fortuitous tipped, slid sideways, then landed with a thud. It burped steam, and smoke, and sadness. It was a reflection of the man inside. Barely holding together after years of abuse and neglect. The ramp slid loudly to the deck with a metallic screech and Ashrah made his way down, his bucket on his dome, blade on his back and the signature ball and chain looped at his belt. He was a run down mess, but his armour and weapons were clean and well taken care of.
He looked around at the bustle and grabbed a passing tech by the shoulder, sputtering out a question

"Where is Kaine?"

The tech waved at a bar just over yonder. Typical he thought. Ashrah closed the ramp and waved the techs away from the beat up old freighter. He made his way wearily towards the pub, his boots clacking as he walked. He may be tired and run down, be he still moved like a predator. Smooth, deadly. The former Mand'alor entered the bar and looked around, spotting the man drinking an ale. He sighed and walked over to Kaine, speaking almost quietly

"New travels fast and far old man."

The barge with Caloks kom'rk class fighter in tow enter the hangar. Fire suppression systems in the ship managed to tame the smoke clouds billowing from the engines. The lights from the hangar now revealing the extend of the damage. Engines not just dysfunctional, but almost looking to be shredded. Blast marks and torpedo hits scar the wings and main hull.

The ship normally painted in earth tones with black and red highlights now looking like a scorched earth. Though the faintest of images can be made out. Under the layers of now burnt off paint; a faded death watch logo. A keen eye would see that the emblem had been painted over a few times.

The barge disengaged the ship which was now floating into the hangar under its own momentum. She had just enough power to engage the landing systems. The wings folded upward and the ship settled... though looked more like a stumble as the hydraulic systems in the landing gear and wing hubs sputtered; ultimately the ship came to rest. The loading ramp lowered and Calok stepped out; helmet tucked under his arm and his STW-48 blaster rifle slung over his other shoulder.

His mandalrian armor almost matched his ship. Earth tones and seen better days.
He surveyed his ship. Checking the damage and shaking his head.

"The things I put you through..."

he said to himself whil running his hand along the batter surface of the hull. He looked around at where he was for a moment before further assessing the damage done and talking to his ship again as if though it could speak back to him

"Looks like we will be here a while"