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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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[b][i]A man walked into the bar, standing about 6'4". His skin was fair, with darker brown hair and his eyes leaf green. He wore a plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, the colours of light blue and dark grey and light grey, with darker jeans and nicer shoes. As the fight continued he approached the table Vel was hiding under, not seeing her there. He effortlessly evaded drunken punches and makeshift weapons. As he approached the table he sat down, seeming to not care about the fight around him. He gestured for a waitress to come over, as he played with a butterfly knife, opening and closing it as he did. His feet rested on the table as he leaned back in his chair[/i][/b]
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Running over to him was Vel, who had on a red V-Neck on, light blue jeans (not forgetting the holsters hidden on her personnel) and black boots. She rushed to where the man was, pulling his head down as a bottle smashed behind them. Despite all this, the bartender came rushing over, a drink in hand for the man. "Mind explaining to me how you somehow could deal with all this?" She asks.
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"It's a bar fight. Everyone's drunk and sloppy, you can see every move a mile away. Thank you." [b][i]He says as he took the drink.[/i][/b] "Of course, natural reflex helps too." [b][i]He said laughing a bit. It was noticed his ears were pointed and longer, the man seeming like an elf.[/i][/b] "Also, I've lived around fighters a good deal of my life. I've learned how to evade."
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She listened to him...and then no iced the ears. "You aren't from around here, aren't you?" She asks, an unconscious human being thrown in their direction.
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"Not really from anywhere, no." [b][i]He said as he took a drink, gesturing for her to sit if she wished.[/i][/b] "Nomadic all of my life." [b][i]He ducked under a bottle being swung overhead, looking at it.[/i][/b] "Oh come on you wasted a good brew with that bottle!"
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She sat down, albeit one of her hands was held above her blaster, in case he tried anything. "What are you, exactly? Last time I remembered, no one was exactly a nomadic race anymore...least from those that I visited." Vel told the man.
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"Personally, we call ourselves Vaasek. Humans, well you generally adopt the term of High Elf for my race." [b][i]He laughs a little bit.[/i][/b] "And we're not exactly native to this area. Elvish races tend to travel and be nomadic, travel with a small clan."
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"Elves? I'd never heard of them. Then again, I was born in another galaxy...I'm a Mandalorian. Came from Mandalore, pretty good planet with a...tendency of being 'battle-ready'." She tells him, the fights in the bar continuing on in the background, bottles being thrown everywhere at this point.
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"Please, you don't know battle ready. There's a reason that we are nomads, ill tell you that much. Then again, looks like we have realm walking in common. We're not just nomadic from our home world. Universes too." [b][i]He said, seeming to ignite the fight happening around them[/i][/b]
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"Yeah." She says, someone getting knocked unconscious right in front of them. "Apologies." The attacked, a Turian had said, before dragging the unconscious body back into the fray, along with himself.
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"No problem." [b][i]He says, waving as if to dismiss the problem.[/i][/b] "But yes, my clan and I, we are nomads. Certainly not the most normal bunch but I run my clan the way I see fit."
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"Nomads?" She asks "What happened to your homeworld, then? And...wait, you come from a separate universe?" She asked, a body being thrown over them onto the wall behind them. "What was your world like? Full of evil stuff trying to murder you?" She asks, pulling out her blaster and firing on someone who was charging at both of them with what seemed to be a bottle.
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"Nice shot, and no, is terms of fauna ive heard it was fairly calm. The story has been distorted through many generations though. What remains is the basic fact that it was a Great War that destroyed our planet, making it near impossible to sustain life solely on it." [b][i]He took a large drink.[/i][/b] "So we left, and wandered. And wandered. And we just... well we just didn't stop I guess." [b][i]He laughed a bit.[/i][/b] "It was always said elven races did have the wanderlust in out blood."
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Edited by A Stormy Dio: 8/25/2017 7:54:05 PM"So...all you remember is some giant war forced you from your homeworld, and now your people are basically traveling wherever?" Vel asked, multiple bodies being thrown in their direction, courtesy of a Krogan Warlord. Do you know why you guys just...settle into a new homeworld? There are dozens of garden worlds, last time I heard. Then again, that was before the whole 'everyone wants to kill each other' war happened." Vel told him, being buried by two of the bodies.
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[b][i]He got up, moving them off of her and offering a hand to assist her ups[/i][/b] "Because last time we had a home-world, genocidal war and a prįck ass ruler. Plus, like I said, we like to travel, let's us see many new races and things, and my clan has done some good wandering. Most elves don't like outsiders joining their clan, I'm quite the opposite. Hose who are cast out of society, I'm more than happy to give a home with us."
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"Huh..." she responds, the Krogan noticing the two and walking up to them, blood all across the armor he wore. He was clearly going to kill both of them. Vel noticed his and pulled out both WESTARs, firing her shots. The Krogan used body shields (aka other people) to soften those shots. "I'll tell you my little story if you help me kill that...um...Krogan." She tells him.
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[b][i]He was seen spinning a switchblade as he stepped in front of the two. The clicking of it closing and opening of the weapon could show prowess to most. He spoke softly as he did, a grin on his face as only she could hear his words.[/i][/b] "Don't worry love, I got this one." [b][i]He said, stating the krogan dead in the eyes. There was no fear, no nervousness. Just an eerie calmness. It was almost scarier than seeing anger or rage[/i][/b]
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Strangely...the Krogan laughed. "Look what we have here; some dumb pyjak who thinks he's actually man enough to take on a TRUE Krogan!" He yells, pulling out something akin to a sledgehammer...except it was made of metal. "And it looks like I'll take your little girlfriend once we're done making you into tomorrow's pyjak lunch." He says, 'girlfriend' referring to Vel, who seemed to get pissed and fire a shot...only for it to pierce through another dead human corpse. "Hehehe...this'll be fun." The Warlord told them, charging at the elf.
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[b][i]The elf grabbed the handles of his butterfly knife as they changed in an instant. Now, be was holding twin two foot long fighting daggers in his hands as he grinned at the Krogan. He ran at the Krogan, making it look as if he was aiming to slide under the man. As they got close, he ducked down and stepped to the side, plunging both daggers into the man's back[/i][/b]
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The Krogan screamed in pain, mostly because it was luckily hit in the back. This was made worse when Vel fired some rounds into his front, denting the helmet armor he had on. He proceeded to swing his Warhammer toward the elf, hoping on squashing him into the wall.
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[b][i]He ducked under the hammer with ease, pulling one knife out and jamming it straight into the Krogan's armpit. The blade seemed to cut though his natural armour with relative ease. He pulled out the second knife as he aimed to bury it into the Krogan's kneecap with a stab[/i][/b]
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He yelled once more, but before the elf could take the knife to his kneecap, the Krogan grabbed him, and threw him across the room, beginning to walk over to the elf, despite Vel firing at him until her blasters overheat.
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[b][i]The elf ran at him again, faking a jab to the jaw from his left hand, before grabbing the knife with his right and ripping it out of the Krogan and stepping back [/i][/b]
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The Krogan...well, it was too slow to do anything, and yelled out in pain his armor and shields down, before Vel threw one of her WESTARs to the elf. He was supposed to fire onto the injured and distracted Krogan.
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[b][i]He caught it midair, grabbing the Krogan's n do with the other hand and pulling it toward him. He jammed the pistol into the creatures gut and unloading the magazine[/i][/b]
