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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]
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"Almost sounds like the siege of Mandalore. Bloody Imps hit us from orbit, then attacked us while we were down. I got pretty karked up holding them off while the women and kids evacuated. Got myself a VIP ticket to an Imperial prison."
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"Hell, you got let off easy! The bloody 'loyalists' brought in a flamethrower and burned anyone that moved."
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Cannon's face hardens. "You don't know what the Empire does to prisoners. Especially traiters." He says, his voice sounding dead calm.
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[b]Ite turns to you unfazed.[/b] "Don't think I haven't been through concentration camps. Do you really think I got out scot-free from enemy territory?"
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"Didn't say you did."
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"Oh you know I don't mean you didn't go through anything horrible. That's like someone saying they got stabbed and I just run over and say that I've been shot. Both situations suck, you know?"
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He shrugs. "I get what you're saying."
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"Good."
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"So we're both survivors of military catastrophes."
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"Pretty much, yeah."
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"You said you're from... Mars, right? What's it like?"
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"Just because I fought there doesn't mean I came from there. I only joined because I got drafted. Anyone passing past age 15 got taken in."
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"That's harsh. What kind of war forces a government to do that? Well, aside from a kriffed up one."
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"A cornered animal does what it must." [b]Ite falls silent, and speaks no longer.[/b]
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Cannon nods, understanding the reasoning.
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[b]I was in the bar as well, sitting there in my NCR Ranger Combat Armor, helmet off, drinking an entire bottle. I notice Cannon, and throw him a salute.[/b]
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Cannon smirks, giving a salute back. "Hey vod. How's the arm?"
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"Pretty good. Still haven't had to use the rockets or anything. I also got my spine and legs augged up so I can use it fully. How you been doing? Seen Pan lately?"
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"I've been better. Haven't really seen her much since the whole osik storm with the agents. Been in the hospital till yesterday." The Mando replies, rubbing his still healing arm.
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"Yeah, noticed. Kinda just sat there with Frisky for a while at my house until they showed back up with her. She's getting better."
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Cannon seems to look slightly relieved. "Glad to hear it. That was a rough mission, she deserves some rest." His drink arrives and he takes a long swig.
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"Fûck yeah it was a tough mission. Just glad I was able to get everyone out."
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"Same here. So, you pay rhe legion back for the arm?"
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"Killed fifty of them since we met, so yeah. I'd say so."
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"Glad to hear it. I never asked this before, but where exactly are you from? I know you're from the NCR, but what planet is that planet and such."
