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originally posted in:The New Dojo
2/8/2017 2:08:17 AM
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[b]He took a seat, taking off his helmet to reveal a middle aged man with straight black hair, gray streaks going through it
His face seemed old, as if he had seen man wars and fought many battles.
He waved the bartender over, prepared to order [/b]
English
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"Uh...ah! Yes, human, what what you like to order?" The volus asked, stumbling it's way toward Watcher, the woman simply looking at Watcher, her eyes darting across Watcher's face and eyes.
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"You got any whiskey?"
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"Um...yes. There's 44 Red Thessia...*breathes* Normal Whiskey...*breathes*..." as the volus kept listing all the whiskeys to Watcher, the woman next to him pulled out an old, rusty DH-17, looking at it compared to Watcher's DL-44.
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"You can stop now. I'll have a 44 Thesia."
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"*breaths* Coming...right up, sir." The volus replied, walking to get a drink. The woman next to him nudged him,and in a whispering voice, she asked, "Aren't you from the Dojo?"
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[b]He looked over at her, a serious expression on his Face [/b] "Yeah, how did you know?"
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"Velinnea Stoik, former clone and Mandalorian of the Dojo...nice to meet you." She whispers, a smile forming on her face.
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"You as well" [b]He turned slightly, extending a hand towards her[/b]
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Edited by A Stormy Dio: 2/8/2017 6:24:23 PMShe accepts it, shaking Watcher's hand. "How's the Dojo been for the past 6 months or so?" Velinnea's asked, as the volus sent the whiskey Watcher's way.
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"We got attacked... Three, Four times I think? So actually kind of wild."
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"Really? Any word on those clones? And...you happen to have a ship I can get back on? To be honest, I'd nearly killed myself once or twice on uncharted space...had my own run-ins with the Blue Suns. Pretty wild 6 months as well." Velinnea responds, chuckling at her own adventures.
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"Clones? Not sure. But yeah you'd be welcome to come back with us."
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"Yeah. Thanks, alright got my stuff if your ready." She responds, getting up from her seat at the bar. "I'll be waiting for you till then." The volus simply asked if there was anything else Watcher needed.
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"No, how much do I owe you?"
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"*breaths* 5000 credits...or double *breaths* for 5 bottles to go." The volus bartender responded.
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"Get five bottles ready for transport."
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"Of course...which *breathes* ship?"
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"Deimos. You need the full name?"
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"No...it'll be sent within the hour." The volus replied, before returning back to its business.
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[b]Watcher transferred the pay and left the bar, leaving the full glass. He started heading to the rally point [/b]
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Velinnea followed suit behind him, as they approached the bar. Outside, Merrick (still in his mask) and an asari about Merrick's size with a black combat suit on were talking to once another. The asari looked toward Watcher and nudged Merrick, who realized the two there. "Seems you made a new bloody girlfriend here. Heh, the asari here is..." Merrick began to say, before he became locked in a stasis, the asari walking up to Watcher. "Sorry about Merrick. He can sometimes be annoying. Sialia, asari adept in biotics. You must part of the small group that went with Merrick from this 'Tatakai'. Can't exactly say I can blame you from all this new stuff." Sialia replied, putting her hands on her hips.
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"Good to meet you... I can see you found your own 'bloody girlfriend' Merrick. I also met a very interesting gun Smith, said he was part of your old crew."
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"Heh...already starting to like this guy." Sialia replied, laughing, as Merrick simply gave a stare toward Watcher, Velinnea chuckling, before Merrick had simply grumbled, "Give me a name of the turian." Both women there bursts into laughter.
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" Cryark Tallios" [b]Watcher said in between giggles [/b]
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"Holy shite, Cryark?! Tell him to jump aboard. Haven't seen the poor idiot for what, 15 years?!" Merrick said, a little more excitement in his voice.
