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originally posted in:The New Dojo
8/25/2017 4:12:06 AM
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[i]"Two Mandos, One Bar (+ A Lot of Guys)"[/i]
[i](Bar of Blades, around midnight-ish)[/i]
The Mandalorian/ current Alliance operative known as Velinnea Stoik was busy trying not to get herself into much trouble with the other people there. She certantly didn't want that to happen, especially with the weapons she had on her.
"I'm not exactly going to fight in these newly bought clothes. Would be stupid after what happened on Arcadia." She told herself.
Pulling out her WESKARs out, she seemed to stare at them, almost as if it reminded her of someone she lost dearly...
She put them, chugging her drink, before the sound of breaking glass was heard.
By the sounds of it, it was a visiting mercenary, who seemed to point the broken bottle directly to her.
"Give me all you have, or I'll skewer your eyes out with this." He said, pointing the bottle up.
Vel clearly wasn't having none of it, and she seemed ready to fight if necessary.
Which someone else ended up doing...which turned the entire bar into every man (and woman) for his/her/itself.
Vel had managed to hide under the table, pulling out her Karambit knife...and hoping for the best.
Whoever was to walk into the bar...or was already in it would probably see a woman hiding herself in the corner while about 30 other random people tried to beat the ever living shit out of one another.
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The gun...well let's say it exploded in a spectacular fashion, an explosion blowing the gun to smithereens, as both scrap and blood made their way between the three. His arm was off, literally thrown across the room, leaving the Krogan to glow blue, and launch a straight torren of what seemed to be blue energy. [spoiler]You did say all out...I'd say he had biotics. Which should be easy to deal with.[/spoiler]
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[i]Victoria didn't expect a sudden surge of another, and was only saved by another dodge, of which she slammed against another alien: before he raised his sword, he would find his snout breaking as the Sororitas slammed the pommel of her sword into it, sending him to the ground in a flurry of blood.[/i] [i]With that.. Victoria returned to the Krogan, returning fire - this time, at his remaining arm. She wished to make an example of him to the ones who started the brawl.[/i]
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The Krogan's other arm bursted off, almost like someone was breaking a crab leg, him screaming in pain. A few shots were heard behind Victoria, Vel making her way up to her. The limp bodies behind the Mandalorian dropped dead form the shots she fired. The Krogan tried to once more charge (armless), only to be shot twice in the leg courtesy of Vel, who was pulled back into the fight going on behind by another human, who dragged her back. This left Vic with the armless, kneeling Krogan to finish.
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[i]Well.. that would certainly help Victoria.[/i] [i]She begun with a sudden uppercut, resulting in a near ear-splitting *BANG!* to resound through the bar as her fist sent the massive Krogan to the flooring, upon his back now. She would find herself holstering her pistol as the massive alien slid against the wooden, before leaping into the air and raising the gladius high.[/i] [i]"Infirmus!"[/i] [i]The Sororitas would roar as she slammed onto the Krogan, ramming her sword into it's armor and watching as it practically split the area of impact in two, passing through armor and flesh. With her knee positioned upon it's chest, the Sororitas began to twist her gladius, until suddenly bringing it up - effectively slicing the Krogan's upper half into two.[/i]
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Well...let's just say the Krogan being 'dead' was an understatement... Everyone stared at the dead Krogan, the entire room going so quiet, you could literally hear anything drop to the ground. Vel was about be pummeled by another female fighter. Others were on the verge of smashing people into various objects, most common being whatever table was left...or the actual bar itself. Some slowly walked their way out of the bar, trying not be noticed by Victoria and not get sliced in half, along with the Krogan and whoever else she had to fight to make her way up to the dead meat and flesh. The female fighter still never let go of Vel, and didn't seem to notice the dead Krogan. Instead, opting to throw both of them behind an overturned table...forcing almost everyone else to make a run out of there.
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[i]Victoria's.. wrath? Tantrum? I didn't know what to call it, but it certainly wouldn't end with the Krogan. Seeing the female fighter attempting to hurt Vel, she forced her way through the mobs of people, before grabbing the unnamed woman by the neck. She would then slam her helmeted head upon her's, effectively knocking her out before dropping her to the ground.[/i] "...Too many dead. There'll be.. a lot of closed casket funerals." [i]Victoria would mutter with a certain dissatisfaction: she had killed a few of these people. The bar would definitely close, or be under repairs, while she was angry about that. It was a common hotspot for information, and a place that she found herself when she ever needed to calm down.[/i] "...I guess you're alright, then?"
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Vel slowly made her way up. "Yeah...would probably never do that again. Well, minus the whole 'you slashing everything to death while I shot' but. That was kinda cool." She said, before coughing up blood and saliva. The patrons who stayed began cleaning up the place as best they could, before the Alliance and other Dojo personnel would come and help permantely fix it. "I mean...half these people were mercs...can't exactly blame them for attempting to come here. Or basically insulting you." She says.
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"Cool.." [i]Victoria found herself chuckling a little to that, before allowing her gladius, Fury, to slide back into it's holster, deactivating the energy blade as she then returned her gaze to Vel.[/i] "...Victoria, ma'am. It's.. I can't say that it's pleasurable to meet you, after this chaos. But I thank you for having my back." [i]The Sororitas would find herself removing her helm, holding it between her left arm and her side. Short, yet curly bobs of white hair would poof out, lightly tanned yet sweating skin given away. Sapphire blue eyes would meet Vel, as her hand reached out for a handshake.[/i]
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Vel had began shaking Victoria's hand. "Velinnea Stoik, at your liege." She responded, her (mostly) dark red hair glistening in whatever lights were left of the bar. "It's been too long since I talked to someone...from her at the Dojo, at least." She says to Vic,grabbing what seemed to be a bootleg from the bar. "Want some?" She asks.
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"I haven't drunk any alcohol in.. well, ever. But I guess I can.. try." [i]Victoria would merely take the bottle and open it, looking at Vel, her newfound ally, before raising it in her honor.[/i] "Velinnea Stoik." [i]She would nod, before attempting to quickly chug. A loud *gulp!* was heard, a sickly one at that, though Victoria would still consume the alcohol. When she sat it down, she grimaced in an uncomfortably surprised, yet still happy manner.[/i] "...First time for everything." [i]She tried to joke, perhaps to lighten the mood.[/i]
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She chuckled, grabbing the bottle from Vic and proceeding to take a big swig of it. "Ahg...you can't exactly take a bit of a drink...yet you were able to cut down some 900...1000 pound beast with your little fire...sword thing." She says, placing the bottle right in front of Vic. "I'm probably never gonna get people here in this damn Dojo..." she mutters to herself, loud enough for Vic to hear. "And I've been here...for who knows?!"
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"Ma'am.. I'm a soldier. Not a magician. You want a magician, you talk to the.. thing, over there." [i]Victoria would point a bloodied, armored finger in a somewhat sarcastic manner at the Krogan, a downright judging expression upon her pale, serious face.[/i] "He'll probably come back to life, after we leave. Stitch together.. like nothing happened. The rest of the Dojo does. Biomass, Guardians.. it drives you nuts."
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She took a second swig. "I honestly wouldn't give two f***s about these 'Guardians'...probably some wannabe people glorifying themselves. Make them look like the heroes. When in reality? It's not just them...people like you and I bring down tough shits that come by...try to hurt out personal lives..." she had told Vic. "I know you're a soldier...but you did have some type of life before that, right? Having fun as a child?"
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"Amen to that," [i]Victoria would murmur softly, motioning for the bottle to return to her grasp. Seems as if she'd try again with drinking.[/i] "Well.. I lived my childhood out in a different galaxy. Terra, the planet was called. The home of humanity, really - my father served and died in the Imperial Guard, and my mother did what she could to keep me and my big brother alive. Eventually, the Schola Progenium chose us. The Progenium enlisted individuals for usually militaristic services in the Imperium. My brother was destined for becoming an Acolyte, even an Inquisitor.. a hunter of daemonic forces, really.. and I was chosen to join the Adepta Sororitas - the Sisters of Battle. ...My childhood was swift, really. You're looking at a fully fledged Palatine of the Order of Our Martyred Lady, if that means anything anymore. Well.. I was that." [i]Victoria sighed.[/i]
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"Heh..." she simply said, looking down for a moment, as she gave the bottle to Vic. "Me? Mostly forgot about my own childhood. I had a mom and dad, of course, but my dad left us when he was sent to a mission a few days after my...was it 12th birthday? Anyways, was trained under a friend of his, whose name I also somewhat forgotten...and then, probably around when I turned 20 or so, I was drafted into the Republic. Mostly consisting of clones, and some recruits, myself included." She explains. "Can't exactly tell whether that's important here or not. I've honestly never wanted to know..." she had said. "Still though...both military, women...and now, only two people in this bar who could actually give a shit on whether this place lives or dies."
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"Here's to us two. For actually caring and doing something, not playing spin the bottle with immortals." [i]Victoria was obviously referring to.. a few of the games between the Guardians.[/i] [i]She raised the beer up before promptly chugging, though she had a certain look as if she would spit it up. Soon, she set it down, breathing in a little and letting out an[/i] "Egh.." [i]or two.[/i] "...Getting better at drinking.. right? Oh well.." [i]She would laugh a little, pressing her hand against her forehead.[/i] "Dojo's meant to.. make warriors, not make unsung heroes. Or maybe they will sing about us. The two ex-soldiers.. protecting the Dojo's denizens from evil. Not doing this for glory though.. doing this so that some little girl doesn't end up like me, nor does some little boy find himself in an army, like my father. Doing this, so that innocents don't find themselves being robbed.. or stabbed.. rаped, stolen and murdered.. I know that most would disagree. That I'm.. an idiot for playing hero. I am, yes. But I'm doing something about this shitty place. [i]We're[/i] doing something. And I'm happy that I can count on you for that."
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"Yeah...I mean, look at everything that's happened here. Giant black monster who wants to destroy all life. Some people who looked more like undertrained recruits calling themselves the 'Immortals' attempting to actually threaten this place with killing innocents. Bunch of invasions that I swear some were all just a dream. This place just doesn't have enough of us, doesn't it?" She replied, taking the bottle back and drank almost the rest of the bottle. "I mean, honestly, being immortal makes you...see things. See all your friends die, see your family and life wither away from your eyes. See things that you want to unsee and are stuck living with it for eternity..." Vel had replied, standing up to Vic. "I could never live with that. Thank goodness the two of us know that." She says, raising her hand for a handshake. "I'm guessing...this is how you make friends?" She asks.
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"It is.. glad to meet you, Velinnea. At any rate.. I do hope to meet again, though knowing us.. it'll likely be on the same side, against yet another conflict." [i]With that, the Sororitas would smile softly, raising her hand to grip Vel's own outstretched palm tightly, the warm ceramite plating pressed against the woman's hand.[/i] "I'll.. stay by for a bit. I have a lot of explaining to do, for whomever owns the bar.."
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"Don't worry; I'd need to stay here too. Might as well use some of my credits to pay for the amount of things they'd need to restock and the like. Maybe even pay some bribes so no-one attempts to assassinate either of us considering we don't exactly know where these people came from..." Vel had told Vic, chuckling a bit. "Now..." she states, grabbing the almost empty bottle, a couple others scattered around the bar. "No one's gonna drink the rest of these things...certainly don't want them to go to waste." She picks up two other ones, passing one to Vic. "Might as well drink and wait." She says.
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"Yeah, I.. I suppose." [i]Victoria smiled a little at Vel, before opening yet another bottle and attempting to drink from it. A few bottles later, and she was quiet, looking sick from the beers that she had drunk. It was probably the first time that she had ever gotten drunk, really.[/i]
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This was the same with Vel, who looked like she was about to pass out. "Where are you, Vic...sounds like you about to...eat some random cockatoe wit...your bare hands." She had drunkenly told Vic, barely getting a sentence out.
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"...What's a cockatoe." [i]Was all that Victoria muttered, her tone slow and almost sick, in a manner. She looked as if she would laugh a slight amount to herself, though she contained her idiocy with mere silence, before speaking up again.[/i] "Just.. w-waiting.. really."
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"Y...Yeah." Vel had told her, leaning on Victoria's shoulder. She seemed to hurl a little on the floor, probably from all the alcohol she had consumed. Four whole bottles of vodka and whiskey tends to do that to you. Fortunately, said throw up didn't land in Vic's direction. "Ya know...if we do this again...remind me not to drink so much." She had said out, before pulling a little more.
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Edited by Jovis Joesun: 8/25/2017 1:46:59 PM[spoiler]are you ignoring me?https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/230220441/0/0/1 [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]-___- I just replied to you. Sheesh.[/spoiler]
