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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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Considering it was focused on heat over magazines, this pierced through under the Krogan's skull and came out from the top of his head. He was dead...and everyone stared at him like he was a Catholic who killed the Pope. [spoiler]Of course, no offense to Catholics.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]not really offensive but ok.[/spoiler] [b][i]He dropped the man's body on the ground, passing the gun back as well.[/i][/b] "Alright, now that everyone's got that out of their system, next rounds on me." [b][i]He said, heading aback over to his seat as he picked up his knives. He put them together as they turned into the butterfly knife, them an closing it expertly as he sat down again. He took a sip of his drink.[/i][/b] "So, where were we in that conversation?"
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The rest (mostly in absolute fear) sat down and tried to rile conversation. As for Vel... "I think you mentioned something about elves being wanderers..." she says.
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"Right. We don't settle down because last time we did we nearly destroyed four races with a war, so we decided to just keep wandering was he best bet."
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"Four races?!" She asks, pretty...well, shocked. "How the hell did you accomplish that?"
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"Hey, nearly. And like I said, war. High elves, my race, were upstuck assholes who thought they owned everything. Drow were oppressed by both us and Ogres so they rose up and fought. Ogres just live to fight for any reason so of course hey joined the war. The fourth, well, we don't talk about em. They were bad news, for everything."
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"...which one were you? I mean, you don't look like an Ogre last time I check." She asks, the room returning (for the most part) to normal.
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"No, I'm not nearly tall enough." [b][i]He laughs a bit[/i][/b] "High elf, though unlike many of my people I'm not an asshole. Like I said, my clan is run very differently than others.@
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"Ah." She stated, relaxing. "My world...for the most part was peaceful under Duchess Satine. A few months after I sent away from Mandalore, a Civil War broke out. I don't know the exact details of the entire thing, but I remember that Satine was killed and Deathwatch, Satine's right hand force was destroyed." She says.
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"Damn. Does suck to lose a home, never had a homework day but moving can cause you to leave behind things. The past is the past though, nothing we can do to fix it now."
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"Yeah; just keep pushing forward; fight for the people you lost...and continue forward with your life." She stated sadly...almost as if she lost someone dear to her recently...
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"I said we can't fix the past, that doesn't mean we don't remember it. Whether it's a loved one or anything else, they aren't the past. They stay with you on your journey. Our people always had a saying. "Do not fight for the fallen, but fight with them." The dead are dead, but that doesn't mean they are gone"
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She looks to him, resting on his shoulder. "Maybe you're right. I mean...I've lost too many people that I knew closely...I'll make sure I'll fight for them." She says, before grabbing one of the drinks somehow left unfazed by the attack. "You want some? I think it's vodka." She asks him.
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"Thanks for the offer, but I'll pass. I've got my own." [b][i]He said, taking another sip of his own drink.[/i][/b] "though how about we move on from a less depressing topic, shall we? This how you treat all new arrivals?" [b][i]He says jokingly.[/i][/b]
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"Well, if there isn't a Krogan who wants to kill everybody alive within10 Meyers, no." Vel had told him, chuckling a little bit afterwards, sipping her drink. "Now that I think about, I never got your name." She says.
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"Tal'el, though most shorten it to simply Tal." [b][i]He says with a smile.[/i][/b] "And yours?"
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"Velinnea. Although most people just call me Vel." She stated.
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"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you Vel. You truly show your heritage, being able to hold yourself in a fight."
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"Same could be said of you." She tells him, finally holstering her pistols, and began to take a swig of vodka.
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"Eh, that was just some basic elven knifesmanship. Nothing too impressive compared to some of the ones who dedicate their entire lives to it. And even they're nothing to the Order."
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"Still...last time I checked, the only ones highly trained enough to use a knife the way you did that are the Mandalorians that were trained in our own armed forces, or Deathwatch." She says, shivering a little bit when mentioning this 'Deathwatch'.
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"That stuff? That was sloppy. He wasn't much of a threat to be quite honest." [b][i]He said, not like boasting, but just a fact.[/i][/b] "Though if an Order of Hassar member had been here, well let's Just say that fight would've ended much faster."
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"So...your people could've ended it faster? I know that my race could end it faster; maybe a specialized soldier, or trained merc could've ended this with a wrist rocket to the head or maybe barbecuing him with a flamethrower." She says. "Unfortunately, I don't have that specialty. Least not yet."
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"Not my people. I'm not even close to as skilled as one of the Order is. If one was here, that man would've been filleted in a second. Though it sounds like your people are less subtle?" [b][i]He says jokingly[/i][/b]
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"Less subtle? Our guns are loud enough for everyone to hear, and last time I checked, we beaten shit better than a Krogan." She says, almost as if it was somewhat triumphantly, before taking another swig. "I'm not one of those badasses, though." She told him.
