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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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"That is quite interesting. Do you have any comrades, or is it just you?"
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"I've only met one other Mando on Tatakai, but back on Mandalore there were millions of us. More spread across other planets."
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"Are they all as powerful as you?"
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"Some. Some are stronger, some are weaker."
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"Huh, are they still organized into an army?"
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Cannon shakes his head. "Some of us. Te Mand'alore is the only one who could unite us, and he's currently missing. Right now it's every clan separate."
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"It would be spectacular to watch a battle between all of the Mandorians United and some other foe, although it seems hardly fair against whoever you fight."
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"It happened, once. Over a thousand years ago. Mand'alore the Ultimate united us against the Galactic Republic, and alliance of many hundreds of worlds, in an attempt to lead the clans to glory." He smiles atvthe memory.
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"What did the Republic do wrong? Or did you wage war against them simply for the fun of it?"
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"We waged war to prove ourselves. The Republic didn't like that, so they attacked us. We replied in kind."
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"Huh, never heard of waging war to prove oneself."
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Cannon smirks. "How else do we leave our mark? We all die eventually, so we need to leave our mark. The Republic fought like cowards. On one planet, they even quartered their troops among civilians, hoping that we wouldn't attack for fear of damaging any valuable loot."
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"I always fight for a cause, because it tends to give more honor, glory, and self satisfaction. And the good thing is, there is always a cause to fight for. You just have to find the correct one."
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[spoiler]-blam!- it I'll just Royal. [/spoiler] [b]A man sat by Canon, not really paying attention to him. He tapped the counter and a waiter took a bottle off of the shelf, placing down in front of the man [/b] "Thanks Jimmy." [i]"No problem at all, sir."[/i] [b]The tender walks off and the man looks at the bottle [/b]
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Cannon watches from the shadow, waiting for his own drink. "You come here often?"
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"Hehe." [b]The man chuckled, popping open the bottle. [/b] "That's an understatement." [b]He poured some of the drink, whiskey into a glass, and shot it down easily. [/b] "I'm the Gorram owner, mister... Sorry who are you?"
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"Name's Lok. Cannon Lok." His drink arrives and he takes it, drinking deeply from the black liquid.
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"Name's Royal. So, Lok where do you hail from? I'll guess by the drink, Mandalore's moon?"
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"Spot on, vod. Straight out of Concordia." He takes another drink. "How about you?"
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"No real home if I'm being fully honest. Don't remember."
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"Ouch. I've known that feeling before, not nice."
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"It is a very terrible feeling indeed. Very terrible." [b]He poured another shot, swiging it down [/b]
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Cannon nods and takes a large swig, downing the ale and calling for another.
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"So what brought you here? War? Or just running?"
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"A bit of both. My clan was scattered when the Empire cracked down on us. Burned our capital to the ground. I'm a pathfinder, so to speak. Looking for a new world to colonize, or at least stay at until things blow over back home." He shrugs, taking another drink.
