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Post by Mago Bralor on Jan 25, 2014 18:52:13 GMT -5
In the silence between the pair, a dull thud echoes as Mago places the sole of his boot against the durasteel wall. Aside from that, the Kalzerian makes no noticeable motion, but the rising tension could be felt by a blind gundark flying a mile away. His crossed arms nearly touched Canderous’ chest and the old man’s sour breath assaulted his nostrils. Mago’s Manda’lor was threatening him. Maybe not with his words, but his body posture was clear. It was an insult rather unlike anything the Kalzerian commander had experienced in his tenure under the aging man. Mago returned Canderous’ gaze, his amber cold, unreadable, and just a little dark promise, while the rising sense of a coiled beast filled the room. After a long, meaning filled silence saturates the room, Mago speaks in a low growl.
“Your doubt stinks like a rotting corpse, Canderous. Was it so very long ago that I found you lying on the flat of your back, draining your life blood into the sandy earth?”
His lip curls back, revealing ebon black canines, as his voice rolls like gravel in a glass jar.
“There was no doubt then, if I recall correctly. And the day we set out for Unknown Space to chase the ghost of Revan? Where was your doubt then, Canderous Ordo? We sit on the eve of a great war. Blood will be shed, more than comes from those aging veins of yours. If you do not trust me now, then free us both from the chains that bind us together as brothers and part yourself from the heavy burden of second-guessing my actions.”
The Kalzerian narrows his nearly glowing eyes, leaning forward just a few inches, so that his nose is nearly touching Canderous’.
“Or accept that there is a method to my actions and question not my motivations. Decide now, Mandalore.”
The crossroads stood between them, clear and wide. Left or right, the path was Canderous’ to choose.
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Post by Kippen Dell on Jan 27, 2014 20:13:40 GMT -5
Kip’s actually in the same area as Arligan, still. As is Ex-Dee, babbling away like the little information jukebox she is. Kip’s just a little closer to the entryway to the cargo hold, where Mago and Canderous had just disappeared to moments ago. And she’s close enough that she can hear just a hint of the conversation going on within. Canderous doesn’t sound pleased, though she can’t pick out exactly what he’s saying word for word. The point is, he’s not pleased. Which must be good. Right?
With a sigh, Kippen leans back against the wall and waves a hand back toward Ex-Dee as if to catch the droid’s attention to shut her up. Not that it works, as the little light-up globe continues babbling on about species and Wookiee similarities. Or differences. She seems to be onto discussing their differences from other species at this point, from what Kip can tell. Though she’s trying to drown out the sound enough to pick up more on the conversation. Arligan, for his part, has remained silent.
Kip squints, as if it might help her hear better, and wiggles just a bit further back toward the cargo hold, just in time to catch Mago’s deep rumble of a voice. Just the sound of his voice is enough to send a shiver through her, and she leans against the bulkhead with concentration focused on the words within.
‘Was it so very long ago,’ Mago speaks from within, as Kip catches snippets. ‘Where was your doubt then?’
He hasn’t mentioned her force powers yet, but the words almost seem enough to drain the confidence from the smuggler. And without needing to hear the rest, Kip pushes herself back from the wall, toward the other side of the room and pacing right past Arligan as she pauses to lean against the ladder.
“How’d you get caught up in all this, anyway?” she finally asks the kid, perhaps speaking nicely to him for the first time out of some attempt to keep an ally out of this lethal bunch. “Whatever ‘this’ is. I’m just the hired help.”
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Post by Arligan Fett on Jan 28, 2014 0:37:43 GMT -5
As Kip continues to pace, and the angry "gentlemen" in the back have their conversation, Arligan has been lost in his own world. As Kip finally stops moving long enough to take a look at Kip. Appraising the smaller female, Arligan simply shrugs before shifting his eyes back to his rifle.
"Not much to tell, I'm here because my father told me to get Canderous linked up with the resistance and in that regard my father. Obviously, the plan has gone to hell since my father is back on that piece of crap moon we just left. On top of that, neither of my leaders seem to have any clue of what the other thinks. On top of that, half our party wants to kill the other half."
Looking up from his sniper rifle and deciding to actually take the time to look at Kip, Arligan starts disassembling his rifle without really needing to look at it. Only looking away from Kip to make sure he properly puts the pieces where they belong in the carrying case.
"What's the point in being a part of a team that can't even get along? For now, I'm just along for the ride. But if three mandalorians and a small girl, no offense, can't get along? I really see absolutely no reason for me to even try helping our people unite, because it'll never karking happen.
At that, Arligan looks back down to his weapons, ejecting the vibroblades from each of his wrist gauntlets and pulling out his sharpening stone, the dull scrape of the blade sharpening echos quietly.
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Post by Canderous Ordo on Jan 28, 2014 20:10:20 GMT -5
Canderous doesn't move. Not an inch. He knows Mago's words hold water, an ocean of it. However, it still didn't explain why his pilot looked nearly fit for a padded cell when she had left her cockpit.
"I trust you with my life, as I have since I took you as the captain of my guard. If I didn't I wouldn't find myself in a room alone with you."
He finally leans back, and pulls his hand from the wall and places it on Mago's shoulder.
"I know you don't spit unless there's a purpose behind it. So remove the doubt and tell me why you scared the hell out of the kid in the hall. If your reasons are just, you know I'll find no fault."
He gestures towards the door.
"I know I took a chance hiring her, and even more so telling her who I am. But we've been marked since we came back into the known systems. I'll be surprised if there's not a bounty hunter or two tailing us out of Nar Shaddaa."
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Post by Kippen Dell on Jan 29, 2014 0:31:06 GMT -5
“Well, aren’t you high and mighty for someone who can’t even talk to a girl nicely,” Kip snaps back at Arligan, as she moves to sit on the third rung of the ladder. One of her legs dangles while the other rests a booted foot against the lowest rung. If there’s anyone on this ship she despises more than Mago, it would have to be Arligan.
After all, Mago just terrifies her. Arligan irritates the living daylights out of her.
“And I’m sure you flipping do everyone proud by running your mouth off like that.” So much for alliances. She’s going to find a way to ditch them at Dxun, anyway. If she can make it without getting chucked out an airlock before then. Mago’s likely telling Canderous all about her force powers by now, and she’s likely one step away from getting fired. Or worse. “And, ‘no offense’? No offense, but you’re not so big yourself, Spunky. So put your big boy pants on and think for once.”
Kip rests an arm above her head, holding onto one of the upper ladder rungs as she tips her head toward Arligan. “You’re a pup, following a couple of highly more experienced Mandalorians into a war that, from what I’ve heard, doesn’t have a whole hell of a lot to do with you. You’ve already gotten reprimanded once-… no, make that /twice/, at least while I was listening. You’re on /my/ ship, following /your/ leader and running off your mouth about an issue that isn’t yours.”
She tugs her goggles up over her eyes, pressing a button on the side and fiddling with a few of the settings as she glances back toward where Canderous and Mago are talking. And then she shifts her gaze toward Arligan, the round part of her goggles twirling somewhat around her eyes in haphazard movements.
“There's no reason for you to help your people unite, if you’re going to whine this soon into things. Who’s the one really acting like a small girl? Ex-Dee, verify course routing and ETA to this chunk of rock."
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Post by Arligan Fett on Jan 29, 2014 21:24:20 GMT -5
Smirking silently and looking up at Kip, Arligan simply winks at her and goes back to sharpening his blades quietly. In the back of his mind, Arligan moves a piece into place, next... step two.
Setting down his blade for a moment, Arligan sets his helmet back on his head and the soft hiss of the suit sealing itself from the outside atmosphere echoes from the seals around his neck. He starts whistling a slow tune to himself as the dull scrape of sharpening his vibroblade once again starts.
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Post by Mago Bralor on Feb 8, 2014 17:15:29 GMT -5
Silence fills the narrow space between them as Canderous finishes speaking. Mago shoulder continued to twitch involuntarily under his leader's hand. The Kalzerian didn't care for any being touching him, and he was feeling anything but goodwill toward Canderous at the moment. He lets out a small hiss of air, narrowing his eyes.
"Did you ever feel invincible when you were younger, Manda'lor? Like not even a Sith Lord could so much as lift a finger in your general direction?"
The Kalzerian raised a midnight black eyebrow.
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Post by Kippen Dell on Feb 19, 2014 0:07:06 GMT -5
But he-…
Kippen stares at Arligan as he just winks at her and takes to sharpening his blades.
But she-…
He’s ignoring her.
And if not for the fact that he currently was sharpening his blades, Kip might have very well decked him in the nose. Instead, she just narrows her eyes and offers him a fierce glare. One that, given her pouting demeanor, probably doesn’t come off half as intimidating as she would like. Though that doesn’t negate the fact that she very well could and would punch him in the nose the second he sets down those blades.
“Ex-Dee, remind me again why I signed up for this?” she asks, shrugging her jacket back up on her shoulder before moving past Arligan to head back up the ladder to the cockpit. Yes, Canderous told her to stay put. But he mostly meant just not to follow him and Mago, which she has no intent of doing. No, she’s got a ship to run. She’ll take them to their destination, make a few credits off the deal, and probably split before any of them can decide she’s excess baggage and worth chucking out an airlock.
“I do believe the credits were substantial, Captain Dell-..” Ex-Dee began, lights flashing in an array of color as the globe-shaped droid twirled after her up the ladder.
“I was being rhetorical, Ex-Dee!” Kip’s exasperated voice sounded as she disappeared up the ladder. “It’s a thing. Study it. Learn it! You seem to know everything else!”
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Post by Canderous Ordo on Mar 6, 2014 19:55:09 GMT -5
Canderous feels Mago's shoulder twitching beneath is palm. He waits a few long seconds after Mago's asks his question, then finally pulls his hand away. He turns taking a few steps away before turning around again.
"I've rode at the head of more vanguards than I care to remember. And, I've been a part of several last stands. I've buried my axes in Sith and Jedi alike. All of which could broken me in half if they tried. But sheer ferocity brings a force all its own. Even to do this day I throw myself against the odds. It's who we are, Vod."
He shakes his head.
"But none of us are invincible. But, blood rage can sometimes cloud that."
He leaves his words hanging. Hoping that Mago will continue with his train of thought.
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Post by Arligan Fett on Jun 3, 2014 23:44:47 GMT -5
Having sat around for some time, Arligan sheathes the vibroblade he'd been carefully sharpening. The crisp blade now sharpened and polished to the point of ridiculousness due to the amount of time he'd been sharpening it. Luckily for him he wouldn't be needing to use the newly sharpened blades in self defense as his likely opponent was currently verifying their course. Stretching his neck in a circular pattern, Arligan stands up and stretch his stiff joints... at least as well as he can without being outside.
"I swear this darn trip is taking forever."
Taking liberty of a nearby caf dispenser, Arligan fills two cups. Quietly entering the cockpit without knocking or requesting entrance, which he knew was rude, Arligan hopes to overcome the rudeness by setting the second cup of caf at Kip's side.
"Careful, it's hot."
Sitting down in the co-pilots seat, Arligan quietly watches space through the cockpit windows.
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