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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]
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"So what about the Clan? They here?" [b]He pours another shot, taking a swig [/b]
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"No, sadly. Their somewhere in the outer rim. Shames, our chief, brought us all togther into a fleet. Ugliest thing you ever saw, but closest thing to home we own."
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"Huh. So what now? How long you gonna wait? Or are they gonna come to you?"
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"I have my own ship, but no hyperdrive. That... And the clan has no clue where I am. My comms array can still bounce the occasional message, but until I can make a proper hyperlane they can't get here. Not sure here would be the best home for us anyways. Too many titans."
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"Titans eh? Do you know where they are exactly? I can take you if needed"
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Cannon laughs. "Didn't mean literal, vod. But we Mandos prefer to be the top of the food chain. Too much magical mystic osik here."
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"Still have some tech guys. There's several ships capable of making the call. Perhaps more."
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"I'll have it fixed within a week. The hardest part is mapping hyperlanes, that'll take a month at least." He takes another drink.
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"Heh sounds like tough work. Hope you make it."
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"Thanks vod." He raises the mug. "To finding a home." He takes a drink.
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"To finding home." [b]Royal takes another shot, slamming the glass down [/b]
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Cannon downs the pint, his vision looking slightly unfocused from the alcohol.
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[b]Royal stands, patting Canon in the shoulder. [/b] "Farewell."
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"See ya 'round, vod." Cannon orders another drink.
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[b]Ite walks by and sits down at a nearby booth in the usual set of black robes. A slight bulge on his back and side suggest hidden weapons. The fire dims, flickers, then returns to normal as a sudden swathe of cold floats in, seemingly following him. He procures a small bag of gold, sets it upon the table, and in a matter of seconds a drink is served. Ite takes a sip.[/b]
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Cannon watches him as his own drink arrives, taking a sip. "You a soldier, mate?"
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[b]He laughs.[/b] "Used to be. What's it to ya?"
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The Mando shrugs. "Just curiosity. Allways interesting to meet another vet."
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"Well then what do you wanna know? The war, what happened, or why I did it?"
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"What war did you fight?"
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"As far as anyone knows, I wasn't in a war. If I were to give the war a name, which I'm not, it would be the Great War of Mars. A war of that name only could denote a war of trenches and espionage." [b]Ite knocks back the rest of his drink.[/b]
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"So, a cold war then?" Cannon takes a sip of his ale.
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"Exactly, if the war would have happened, that is."
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"Cold wars are the hardest kind. At least in full out you can shoot your enemy."
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"I never saw a single enemy during most of my time fighting. I always just checked to make sure the missiles were ready to fire at any given moment. One day, the enemy must have caught wind of where we were, and tried to snuff us out using very discreet measures, and by that I mean stage a failed bomb test right on top of us so they could storm us in peace." [b]He lays his head low.[/b] "Never had I seen so much firing in my life quite like that day. Lost so many friends. I took 12 bullets in total, mainly in my right arm, a couple in my legs. Had to hide under a body to stay alive."
