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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 Krogan covered his newly minted hole with his hands, allowing an opening for the two to fire like there was no tomorrow.
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Cannon fired repetedly, prepping the grenade. He slowly approached the Krogan, wanting to make it count.
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Vel helped him fire it, as the Krogan lost his armor, leaving him with just skin. This should be easy to finish...
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Cannon cooked the grenade for a second, then chucked it at the Krogan's face.
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Well...the Krogan certainly wasn't gonna get any girls for a while. He staggered further back, blindly firing his shotgun before throwing some Blue ball of energy toward the two.
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Cannon shoved his team mate out of the way of it, quickly moving himself as well.
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The blast flipped a nearby bench, but the Krogan fell dead soon afterwards, leaving the two of them there with a very weird type of situation...
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Cannon rolled off of her, lying on his back with a wheeze and a groan. "Ok... Pretty sure I broke something." He coughed a couple times.
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"Agh...I think you almost broke my spine with your body." Vel had told Cannon, rolling to her front in pain from her back.
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"Sorry vod..." Cannon sat up and removed his helmet, as it turned out... He was a spitting image of Jango Fett.
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It reminded her of clones she used to know...and work alongside at times. "Are you...a clone? You look exactly like Jango after." She comments on Cannon.
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He glanced at her, seeming to stiffen slightly at the word "clone". The only difference between him and Jango was a series of scars across the left side of his face. "Yeah... I am. Why? Have something against clones?" He was suddenly very guarded in his words, the friendly tone gone.
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"No...I worked with them. Was part of a squadron during the Clone Wars." She told him, standing up in front of Cannon.
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He refarded her curiosly for a second. "I was a Sergeant of a Republic Commando squad." He finally informed her, slowly rising. He winced as he did so, clutching his chest where the shotgun blast had hit him.
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Velinnea ran to him, applying medi-gel to him, which would've slowly began to reveal his wounds. "Yeah; I was part of the Republic; joined in the failed attack on Mustafar." She told him.
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"I heard about that fight. Wasn't there though, my team was deployed on Atrekan against tge guerrilla fighters there." Cannon stretched slightly.
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Edited by A Stormy Dio: 9/7/2017 9:30:54 PM"Ay." Was all Vel said, leaving to a silence between the two for a little bit. What were they going to talk about?
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"I didn't catch your name." Cannon said as he fastened his helmet to his belt. "I'm Cannon, clan and house Lok."
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"Velinnea Stoik. I don't remember what my clan was; I lived while Duchess Satine ruled Mandalore." She had said, shaking his hand.
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"Ah. So you're one of the New Mandalorians?"
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Edited by A Stormy Dio: 9/11/2017 3:21:03 AM"I believe so, yes. Then what does that make you? One of the old Mandalorians?" She asked Cannon.
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He chuckled. "One of the real Mandalorians."
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She sighs, shaking her head. "Aren't we all real Mandalorians, brother?" She asked.
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"Living on the planet dosent make a Mandalorian. Following the code makes a Mandalorian."
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She chuckles. "Sure brother. Like how following the law makes you an innocent man. Look..." she had said, walking up to Cannon. "It's been god knows how much time since I crashed here; same with the small platoon of clones that crashed a few moths afterwards. So, I may have gotten...a bit more rusty than I would've been if I hadn't been on that mission." She told him.
