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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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"Planet? Earth. Born in Shady Sands, California, USA. How about you?"
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"Technically I left the containment cell on Kamino, so I guess I was born there. Don't consider it my home by any means. I'm from Mandalore." He takes another sip. "Been looking for a new home for the clan though, part of the reason I came here."
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"Hm... Alright." [b]I take a long drink from my whiskey.[/b]
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"Out of curiosity, would this... Earth make a decent home for a few thousand Mandos?" Cannon asks, looking slightly hopeful.
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"Depends. You willing to help out NCR?"
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"Well, I'm sure the chief would be willing to make a treaty of sorts. You seem like the good guys, even if you can't seem to beat the sports-wear legion."
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"The Legion back in the USA was beaten. This is the only safe-haven for them left."
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"Huh, dosent seem to safe any more. One of them tried to ambush me earlier today on the road. It was almost comical to see them threaten with a baseball bat." He laughs.
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"Heh. One of the recruits, eh? Yeah, I've killed tons of them."
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"I almost felt bad about it. He broke the bat over my helmet. You should have seen the look on his face when he realised it didn't hurt me."
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"Heh. After what they did to my wife and kid? No mercy. No regret."
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"What happened?" Cannon's smile fades, hos tone now serious.
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"I was on patrol, they burnt my house down, killed my wife, took my daughter as a slave, she was killed a year later by them."
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"Oh. Sorry to hear that. Now I wish I'd killed the shabuir slowly. A headshot is too fast for someone who kills children."
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"She was only seven... Bastards deserve every bullet I put in them. Wanna come with me later to torture the hell out of their leader?"
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"Sounds like a plan. My interrogation skills are a bit rusty, so I could use the practice. Should I being the dulling knife or rusted needle?" Cannon downs his drink.
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"Oh, I've got lots other things to do that. How 'bout we drink to forget for now, though?"
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Cannon nods, ordering another pint. "Agreed. So, What's Earth like?"
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"A wasteland."
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"Sounds like Mandalore."
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"Does Mandalore have slavers and chameleons with giant horns and claws that want to tear your dick off?"
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"Slavers, yes. Ever since the bloody empire decided they needed more labour in the mines. As for the others? No, but we've got plenty of dangerous wild life. Killer birds and giant snakes for instance."
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"Deathclaws tank .308 ammo like it's BBs. Then again, I've killed one with just a Bowie knife. Not so tough when you're the best goddamn Ranger in the world. Least, I'm told that."
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"One word: Mythosaurs. Giant kriffing lizards, about sixty meters tall and eighty to a hundred long. We hunted them into extinction thoudands of yearsa go."
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"Must've not been good enough to survive if you hunted it to extinction. All the NCR couldn't take out the Deathclaws, they breed way too fast. Makes for some good hunting, though."
