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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/2/2016 12:34:46 AM
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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.
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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.
