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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/1/2016 11:12:47 PM
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[b][i][u]Veterans of War[/u][/i][/b]
Cannon wanders into the nearby bar, taking a seat on the stool and ordering his drink.
The bartender slides him a pint of Mandalorian black ale and he slowly removes his helmet, careful to stick to the shadows in order to at least slightly hide his face. Glancing around, he searches the bar for any familiar faces.
[spoiler]Open for any characters that are military and/or war vets.[/spoiler]
English
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Oh, sorry. This form is from Earth. A jumbotron is like a giant TV, and the Kiss Cam is something that goes on it on like baseball games and football games to amuse fans
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An evil grin form on Cannon's face. "That is just cruel. I love it."
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Mortar: Yeah, I'm an evil bastard
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Cannon nods in agreement and takes another swig.
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*Mortar swigs one down too, while Wyatt orders another beer*
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"Well, I should probably go before I get overly drunk. I'll see you around. Nice meeting you, Wyatt." Cannon stands up to leave.
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Wyatt: Nice seeing you too. Mortar: See ya, Cannon
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Cannon pulls on his helmet, pays his tab, and sets off back to his ship. [spoiler]end.[/spoiler]
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A man in a labcoat. Wasn't much to look at, until you saw his eyes. Deep blue pits, filled with the knowledge that only comes from experience, and a lot of it. He strode into the bar with a frown on his face, brows furrowed. Tossing a small gold nugget onto the bar he gave the bartender a stare. "Your strongest. Please." The civility was more of an afterthought, an old habit pushing through mood. He took a seat at the bar, though it was more of a collapse. Eyes, older than time, swept over the small pub with little interest.
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[b]Audax marches into the bar, always acting as if he was being watch by some drill sergeant. He sat down, much against the will of the chair, which made a loud crackling sound.[/b] "Give me something strong." [b]The bartender set down a mid size bottle of... Something...[/b]
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Cannon glances over at him. "You on parade, soldier?"
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[b]Audax looks over at him.[/b] "Never been in a parade. Where I come from, we never have the time for them."
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"Well from the eay you marched in, I'd have thought you were being hounded by a drill instructor." The Mando takes a sip from his ale.
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"It is called discipline. In my army, no one makes one move that isn't perfect, including myself. Discipline may be the single most important part of an army, in my opinion."
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"Can't argue with that, though relaxing every now and again is important as well. Keeps you from burning out."
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"Unlike most organic species, us Mechonus are built to both never burn out, and seek joy in war. My army works like a perpetual motion machine, the more fuel they use to fight, the more they gain in return."
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"Interesting. So you're not organic?"
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"It is hard to explain. I am alive, but I was made in a factory. My species reproduces asexually, by building another person when they have the proper resources. But, part of us, our 'brain', is made by some unknown force in the universe."
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"Ah, so you were made for warfare as well. Interesting."
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"Pretty much my entire race was made for war. Heck, we were made by a different race that is made for war. War is our life. Those who are unlucky get stuck with some boring city job like 'factory manager', or 'scientist'. But enough about me. Tell me some about you."
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"Not much to tell. Was made on Kamino, fought in the clone wars, left when the Empire took over and joined the Mandalorians. Your species, or at least how you describe them, reminds me a lot of the Mando'ade."
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"Who is Mando'ade?"
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"The Mandalorians. That's our name in Mando'a. War is our way. It's how we progress, how we strengthen ourselves." He takes another drink.
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"Sounds like someone I would like to meet, but not on the battlefield."
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"Well, your talking to one." The Mandalorian smirks, taking another sip. "We got pretty good at war after a few thousand years. The founding species may be extinct, but the culture lives on."
