Re: The Red Helm
Name: Anbu Dres
Whats a Siannic?
Name: Anbu Dres
Whats a Siannic?
(About seven feet tall on average, clawed hands and feet. Covered in black fur. Flying foxish head with massive bat wings not capable of flight but short gliding. Prefer the night over day, wearing pince-nez glasses-no ear pieces- with a gravity lock. Slightly agressive. Carnivore.)(Yea, I made it up...)
The Chiss's cool smile seemed to grow a bit at the reply, and Kyr'am let out a deep chuckle as Evaar's face reddened.
"I meant no insult, just trying to get her to stop her staring. Granted, perhaps I did start the whole thing by staring at your strill. I've not seen...or smelled, anything like it before."
Name: "Jari'eyc" Jim Goran
Species: Human ( Corellian/Mandalorian)
Ship : "Obdurate Hammer " modified Mandalorian heavy transport ship
Armor: Gunmetal grey
Description: 6'2,about 205 pounds, a bit hard looking , blue eyes, reddish blonde (turning gray) hair.
Weapons: Mando armor, Tenloss DXR-6 Disrupter rifle, BlasTech DH-17 Blaster Pistol, Vibro-blades, etc...
"Ugly" Jim is one of those been there,done that kind of Mandalorians.Rumor has it he was born ready to fight right out of his mother's womb. Considered a somewhat unhandsome man, Goran married late in life . His wife Vidya ,and son and yet to be born child live on Mandalore.
Having served as a mercenary for must of his life he now spends his time as an armorer and mechanic in quasi-retirement. But everyone knows that old Mandalorians never die they just go to hell and regroup...
"Ugly" Jim Goran wasn't what most people expected a Mandalorian to look like, long legged and sinewy with muscles that were well used, but not overly developed. He wasn't sure when mercenaries suddenly crossed over from hired gun, to the cover of a romance holo.
Must have been the Vong war, you go out to save your people's collective tail and suddenly your heroes...not armored killers. People sure got funny ideas in their heads sometimes...Goran would just as soon shoot a man for being annoying as he would rescue one for a few creds.
At least his wife thought it was funny. Course she found humor in everything, why else would she have married him? Certainly not for his good looks...
He inspected the fine wiring of a pair of wrist gaunlets that had been left in his care, a favor to a friend of his wife. Otherwise he wouldn't have traveled so far back home to deliver armor...Alright, so he wanted to come back,he was a little homesick and missed his wife's good cooking.
Jim stepped out of the Obdurate Hammer and set its security systems, he remained under the shadow of one of the ship's massive engines. He contemplated taking a jetpack, but fueling those things were costly and time consuming . Besides he wasn't out to impress anyone.
Body armor and his general looks were enough to make the average citizen think twice about approaching him with idle chatter. After all Goran wasn't called ugly just because of his features...
Now what was the name of that cantina?
The Dirty Dewback?
The Mangy Mynock?
No...Drunken Strill...that was it.
A Chiss gave a cool smile and said across the tavern, "Duraani, vodi'ka?"
"Crazy Chiss" Brassk thought "I wonder what he's doing?"
Ã¢Â€ÂœIÃ¢Â€Â™ve smelled worse things....Ã¢Â€Â Saviin said, defending her pet.
The strill whined and fidgeted, itÃ¢Â€Â™s whip like tail swishing anxiously.
Nora looked positively annoyed, she didnÃ¢Â€Â™t want to have to join in the defense of her cousinÃ¢Â€Â™s wretched animal companion. Surely she could find a man that didnÃ¢Â€Â™t smell quite so bad...
The huntress waved to a passing barmaid, Ã¢Â€ÂœTwo drinks for the man and his friend...Ã¢Â€Â she said, indicating the pair at the bar. Ã¢Â€ÂœYou will forgive my cousin,Ã¢Â€Â she explained, Ã¢Â€ÂœShe hasnÃ¢Â€Â™t been right since the war...Ã¢Â€Â
Saviin turned her angry glare onto Nora, Ã¢Â€ÂœMirÃ¢Â€Â™sheb!Ã¢Â€Â she hissed, Ã¢Â€ÂœJareÃ¢Â€Â™la NorÃ¢Â€Â™ika!Ã¢Â€Â
Nora laughed, Ã¢Â€ÂœKÃ¢Â€Â™atini....the animal stinks and you know it!Ã¢Â€Â
((Maltease a question: Where were you working on a ship? Was it mine?))
(Nah, just the docks converters. Like overhead lights and stuff.)
Kyr'am's laughter echoed throughout the bar as he listened to the argument between the two women. When the bartender handed him his drink, he lifted it in their direction in salute and took a swig before standing and walking towards the women.
"Thanks for the drink, ner vod. So what are you hunting that would require you to bring a strill to this tavern?"
Territ set Z to work on the right engine of his ship, it was having some problems. Territ walked off back to the tavern.
"Ugly" Jim made a mental note that one of the ships in a bay near his was having some trouble, maybe he could make a few creds from the owner on his way back. Probably not, since he was already docked and the Hammer's specialty was hauling...Those oversized engines weren't just for show, Goran could tractor the Death Star into orbit if he wanted.
The tall Mando held up a flimsi with hastily scratched out directions to the tavern, and sauntered down the street at a brisk pace. "OYA!" He barked as he entered the tavern, a rousing chorus of voices and raised mugs answered him back. Scanning the establishment for .... "Nora Roan!"
"You move that any more to the right...and that'll pop out. Fifty percent chance of the engine exploding."
Anbu said it to himself, his ears enough to catch what was going on pretty well. Not to say he could hear them talking but to get a close aproximation of movement. But that wouldn't be his problem, popping the panel back on-the lights had a bad tendency of shutting themselves off maybe he'd fixed it- and leaving. His shift over, he might as well head home. Not that that didn't stop him from pretending to be a hunter again, running over the best parts of his life. Hands in his pockets he stepped up to the door. Terrible location for a housing area but the price was well worth it. He slid his card and turned the handle. Slamming it shut behind him. It was barely furnished, a couch and a holoviewer in the den. Caf maker and a fridge. Whole place was about three rooms, including the bathroom the only other one being the bedroom. Everything massed in the same space. Washer on the far wall. The lights still off he walked towards the fridge. Well aware there was someone else in the room with him.
"Anbu Dres, I'm surprised."
"I'd be too if you learned how to be quiet. Want something to drink?"
The figure walked into the pale light brough in through the window. A bottle on Tonjin already in his hand. Dres grabbed one for himself, walking over and parking himself on the couch.
"The fact that you can live here peacefully. Why not by a more suitable location? You've got the creds for it."
"I don't see much point in putting up a big sign that says 'Hey! I've got money!'. It's not as much as it was back then anyway."
The figure stayed standing, placing a datacard before walking out. Waving goodbye as he left. Seemed Warren had stayed true to his word. They'd gotten another job for him. Black Sun wanted something. But he wouldn't get around to reading it till morning, watching an old movie before brushing his fangs. Heading off to bed.
Saviin sat back down in the booth, grumbling a rude comment about what really stunk at the table...
Nora ignored her cousinÃ¢Â€Â™s remark, and turned her attention back to Kyr'am. Ã¢Â€ÂœThe strill is a pet....Ã¢Â€Â she explained, Ã¢Â€ÂœWhere ever Saviin goes, it follows...Ã¢Â€Â The huntress glanced down to see Edee sprawled on the floor, licking his rear. Ã¢Â€Âœ......unfortunatelyÃ¢Â€Â she added.
The communal Ã¢Â€ÂœOyaÃ¢Â€Â announcing someone had entered the bar didnÃ¢Â€Â™t cause much concern for the women, although each noted the individual in the doorway. Nora was just turning her attention back to KyrÃ¢Â€Â™am when she heard her name called out...
Nobody looked at Nora, they knew better. If they so much as glanced at the huntress they might as well stand up and point her out of the crowd.
Saviin made a slight sound which caused Edee to come to life. The strill was instantly at attention, itÃ¢Â€Â™s red rimmed eyes watching intently for a command. A subtle wave of SaviinÃ¢Â€Â™s fingers sent the strill low to the floor, slinking silently and unseen under tables and around legs, working itÃ¢Â€Â™s way across the tavern towards the stranger who had called NoraÃ¢Â€Â™s name. It came to a halt beneath a small table several paces away from the manÃ¢Â€Â™s side, and went into a launching stance, ready to strike if given the signal...
"Oya" someone had walked in and called out Nora Roan's name.
The strill slinked under the tables toward the stranger getting ready to strike.
"This otta be good." Brassk thought " maybe I should warn him, ah, nah, I want to see what happens then I'll interfere, if needed."
Territ walked into the bar as someone said "Oya" Territ walked right into the man. "Ouch! Why you do that? Don' stand in door way." Territ said. Territ pushed the man aside and took a seat at the bar. "Jawa Beer" Territ told the bar keep, it was Territs favorite drink.
Kyr'am didn't turn at the noise like the rest of the patrons but didn't fail to notice the strill assume an attack posture. Surreptitiously, he thumbed the safety and locking mechanisms on his vambrace-mounted vibroblades, allowing them to be hurled across the bar if need be. The Chiss likewise ignored the shout but shifted almost imperceptably.
A Devorain walked in the door bumping in to the man who said "Oya".
Brassk slowly took out his baster and thumbed the safety, just in case the strill freaked out and decided to attack them both.
Nora didnÃ¢Â€Â™t see where the strill had gone, but she had a good idea. Years in the Vong war had made Saviin overly cautious at times...perhaps for good reason. SheÃ¢Â€Â™d have Edee aimed straight at the throat of anyone she deemed even slightly threatening. And apparently a stranger shouting for her cousin qualified.
Nora cringed inwardly. Although Saviin meant well, it was shockingly rude to sick your strill on a fellow Mando without due provocation. And sheÃ¢Â€Â™d had quite enough of forking out credits to cover damages resulting from someone who didnÃ¢Â€Â™t appreciate Edee latching onto his limbs.
The huntress gave a nod to the man in the doorway, letting him know heÃ¢Â€Â™d found who he was looking for.
Saviin made an exasperated sound.
Ã¢Â€ÂœIÃ¢Â€Â™ve already had to apologize for you once this evening...Ã¢Â€Â Nora reminded her.
Saviin shrugged, Ã¢Â€ÂœWhat? IÃ¢Â€Â™m just letting Edee play, thatÃ¢Â€Â™s all...Ã¢Â€Â
Goran was a hard man to miss so he wasn't sure why not one but two off worlders walked into him. The first was extremey rude, and if the Mandalorian mechanic had been in a sour mood there would have been an ugly incident.
The second a Devorian, just seem to be...well...lost.
A sound alerted the tall armored man to the strill lurking under the table, looking ready to jump. Hands rested on blasters and he raised his gloved hands in a non-threatening gesture. "That thing has to be violating every health regulation in this dive" He snorted to the bartender, who just shrugged.
He took off his helmet, not that it helped since neither he nor his client had ever seen each other.But a woman nodded in his direction and it had to be her, because no woman except his wife would ever acknowledge a guy like him.
There was a less than savory group of men , most of which had too much to drink. A greasy looking bruiser with a nose that had clearly been broken more than once looked at Goran and laughed. "Did someone shave a wookie and put him in armor?"
"Ugly" Jim frowned, he had business to attend to....So he ignored the comment. "I'm Vidya's riduur" Goran stated over the heads of several sitting patrons to the table of women. He wasn't going to announce what their business that was unprofessional,so he made his way over to the table.
Edee followed close on his heels and he scowled at the strill as he stopped next to Roan's group. "You don't back off, I'm calling my wife...." He stated to the creature, "She'll turn you into a bag."
Brassk put his blaster back in it's holster obviously seeing nothing bad was going to happen yet. This guy seemed interestering. "Maybe he's got some info on something that had to be done around here, or elsewhere for that matter." he thought as he leaned in to hear them a little better.
Nora snorted, Ã¢Â€ÂœWant to use my comm link?Ã¢Â€Â she offered with a smirk.
Saviin made a rude gesture at her cousin.
Evaar frowned, Ã¢Â€ÂœPoor Edee...Ã¢Â€Â she said, reaching to haul the strill onto her lap, Ã¢Â€ÂœNobody likes him...Ã¢Â€Â The animal went limp in the girlÃ¢Â€Â™s arms and let her drape him across her lap for a belly rub...
The dark haired huntress stood to greet Jim, Ã¢Â€ÂœOya, galÃ¢Â€Â™gala...Ã¢Â€Â she said, offering to buy him a drink. Ã¢Â€ÂœIt is an honor to meet VidyaÃ¢Â€Â™s riduur...Ã¢Â€Â She motioned to the other women at the table, Ã¢Â€ÂœThis is Saviin, my cousin.Ã¢Â€Â
The lavender haired woman raised her mug of ale, Ã¢Â€ÂœOya!Ã¢Â€Â she said.
Ã¢Â€ÂœAnd my daughter Evaar,Ã¢Â€Â Nora continued, motioning to the young woman holding the strill.
Evaar gave the man a respectful nod. Ã¢Â€ÂœAnd this is Edee....Ã¢Â€Â she said, patting the lolling animal.
Nora looked at KyrÃ¢Â€Â™am, Ã¢Â€ÂœFriend of the family....Ã¢Â€Â she explained as she made room for Goran to sit if he wished. Being the husband of NoraÃ¢Â€Â™s good friend made the man practically family by Mando standards...
BTW: I should have described the girls' armor better.
They all wear black armor, its a family thing.
Saviin's is trimmed in purple, Evaar's is trimmed in green, Nora's is solid black.
I meant to explain that before and forgot. But that's what happens when you write things late at night...
Territ looked at the "Ugly" man. "Don see wa run wit him, probally fell to close to some energy beam" Territ said before taking a long drink. Territ faced the bar keep."Bantha,sliced and dice in a bowl of Correlian rice please" Territ said.
"You always order it" The barkeep said
"That because its good" Territ said.
Goran smiled, and it made a huge scar running across his face do the same, which did nothing to improve his already impressive good looks. "Vor'e! " and he motioned to the bartender, with the universal invisible cup motion he wanted a drink.
"Corellian Ale." The order was not at all surprising considering Goran's first name, and blue eyes. He was obviously either an adoptee or had a parent from the coreworld.
He nodded to each woman, especially Evaar. As a matter of fact he was grinning from ear to ear at the mention that she was Roan's daughter. "Ugly" Jim leaned over the table slightly on one elbow, and informed the warrior women. "Vidya yaihadla, we're hoping for a girl this time."
"But... I have something for you..." He stated getting back into a business frame of mind. He stretched out his long legs under the table and they seemed to take up more space than necessary. His dull grey armor made a clacking sound as he crossed his feet, and pushed a bag with the wrist armaments and a few other devices across the table.
Goran looked around the tavern at the various races and species, although it was mostly Mando. "Been a while since I've been on the planet...things have changed." He rubbed the stubble on his chin with dirty gloved fingers, he kinda missed it. But a fella had to make a living and he had mouths to feed with one more on the way.
He didn't mind doing a favor for his wife's friend in fixing the damaged gauntlets, Nora Roan and her clan had after all saved Vidya's life during the defenses of Mandalore during the war. And that was worth more than credits...
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