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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/1/2016 11:31:26 PM
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Cannon smirks, giving a salute back.
"Hey vod. How's the arm?"
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"Pretty good. Still haven't had to use the rockets or anything. I also got my spine and legs augged up so I can use it fully. How you been doing? Seen Pan lately?"
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"I've been better. Haven't really seen her much since the whole osik storm with the agents. Been in the hospital till yesterday." The Mando replies, rubbing his still healing arm.
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"Yeah, noticed. Kinda just sat there with Frisky for a while at my house until they showed back up with her. She's getting better."
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Cannon seems to look slightly relieved. "Glad to hear it. That was a rough mission, she deserves some rest." His drink arrives and he takes a long swig.
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"Fûck yeah it was a tough mission. Just glad I was able to get everyone out."
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"Same here. So, you pay rhe legion back for the arm?"
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"Killed fifty of them since we met, so yeah. I'd say so."
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"Glad to hear it. I never asked this before, but where exactly are you from? I know you're from the NCR, but what planet is that planet and such."
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"Planet? Earth. Born in Shady Sands, California, USA. How about you?"
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"Technically I left the containment cell on Kamino, so I guess I was born there. Don't consider it my home by any means. I'm from Mandalore." He takes another sip. "Been looking for a new home for the clan though, part of the reason I came here."
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"Hm... Alright." [b]I take a long drink from my whiskey.[/b]
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"Out of curiosity, would this... Earth make a decent home for a few thousand Mandos?" Cannon asks, looking slightly hopeful.
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"Depends. You willing to help out NCR?"
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"Well, I'm sure the chief would be willing to make a treaty of sorts. You seem like the good guys, even if you can't seem to beat the sports-wear legion."
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"The Legion back in the USA was beaten. This is the only safe-haven for them left."
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"Huh, dosent seem to safe any more. One of them tried to ambush me earlier today on the road. It was almost comical to see them threaten with a baseball bat." He laughs.
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"Heh. One of the recruits, eh? Yeah, I've killed tons of them."
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"I almost felt bad about it. He broke the bat over my helmet. You should have seen the look on his face when he realised it didn't hurt me."
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"Heh. After what they did to my wife and kid? No mercy. No regret."
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"What happened?" Cannon's smile fades, hos tone now serious.
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"I was on patrol, they burnt my house down, killed my wife, took my daughter as a slave, she was killed a year later by them."
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"Oh. Sorry to hear that. Now I wish I'd killed the shabuir slowly. A headshot is too fast for someone who kills children."
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"She was only seven... Bastards deserve every bullet I put in them. Wanna come with me later to torture the hell out of their leader?"
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"Sounds like a plan. My interrogation skills are a bit rusty, so I could use the practice. Should I being the dulling knife or rusted needle?" Cannon downs his drink.
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"Oh, I've got lots other things to do that. How 'bout we drink to forget for now, though?"
