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originally posted in:The New Dojo
8/25/2017 4:24:52 AM
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Of all people, another Mandalorian stepped into the bar.
Unlike her, he was fully decked out in the iconic beskar'gam armor, painted black and gold.
The moment he opened the door, his helmet scanned the faces of all who were in the room and IDed those with bounties.
"Hello assorted di'kute."
His voice was thick with a smooth, familiar accent as he viewed the chaos.
[spoiler]Translation: idiots.[/spoiler]
English
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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.
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"Huh... So a pacifist that joined the army? You're an odd one, aren't you." He replied.
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Edited by A Stormy Dio: 9/22/2017 8:20:17 AM“You could say that again, brother.” She had said, sighing and continuing to give him a lot more medi-gel.
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He was oddly not as wounded as would be expected, especially seeing as he took a Krogan shotgun point blank. His armor was missing a lot of paint, but otherwise almost intact.
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[spoiler]lol, you said Cylus. Is this to me or someone else?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Sorry...stupid autocorrect. Will edit.[/spoiler]
