Private Breshig Culture 101

[Saram Kote]

Friendly Units:

• 'Davaab' Vuhyr'yaliyr Ramikade Squad
• G-02H/S Shev'la'galaar-class Heavy Stealth Gunship Galaar 1-1

Tag(s): Balun Dashiell

Equipment

• Armor:
  • 'Ori'vuhyr'yaliyr'gam
  • Vambrace Weapons:
    • TBP-01V Tractor-Pressor Beam Projector
    • PC-05V Plasma Caster
      • Plasma Gas Medium Cannister (1)
    • MML-01V Miniaturized Missile Launcher
      • Electro Darts (1)
      • Explosive Darts (0)
    • NML-02VTB Nano missile Launcher
• Implant(s):​
  • 'Rammikad' Enhancement Package
  • 'Gar Tkiriyr' Neural Interface
• Melee:
  • B-01M Beskad
  • K-02M Kal (2)
• Sidearm(s)
  • LRH-5A Verpine Shatter Pistol w/ 'Kyrayc Sur'haai' 1-4x Short Range Optic
• Rifle(s):
  • DR-04DB Class-D Disruptor Rifle w/ 1-12x Medium Range Optic and UGL-02 Underbarrel Grenade Launcher
  • AMR-4M Verpine Shatter Anti-Materiel Rifle w/ 'Kyrayc Sur'haai' 1-250x Extreme Range Optic
• Explosives:
  • Smoke Grenades (3)

Formos, Formos Space Port

Most of those in the space port kept their distance for the most part. Formos was a shadow port and most of its occupants preferred as smooth a visit as was possible. That was in fact precisely why it'd been chosen as the location for the rendezvous after their sabotage at Mon Calamari. "So job's done, client's happy, what now?" asked Viraen as they all made their way back to where Rav had parked their gunship.

"Now? Now we figure out what we do with our time off and credits before some other di'kut does something stupid that needs our attention," she answered, though the moment the words left her mouth she got the distinct impression that one of the cheeky di'kute she called her traat'aliit to'ade was going to exploit the opening she'd just left.

"So in your case, alor, that means find a job that looks good or see if the company's got one lined up already?" fired back Viraen immediately without missing a beat. This did elicit a laugh from the others. Viraen was no doubt belying how proud he was of his jab with a buy'ce. She didn't need to check his in-helmet feed to confirm its presence, she'd known him long enough.

"When was the last time you took some time off, alor?" asked Ran Netra, her 2IC, genuine concern edging into his words. Ran had a habit of looking out for her, and she appreciated it, but in this case his concern was misplaced.

"Well, there was that time I demonstrated how to make gi dumpling soup when we had the contract with the RTL,"Are we really going to do this again, Ran?" she asked, mild annoyance laced in with her words, She'd known Ran longer than she'd known the others, and so certainly long enough to know that his silence was deliberate. "That's what I thought, vod. I'll take another break when I need it...or when you insist," she said, giving him a half smile from under her buy'ce. Ran shook his head, raised his hand and gave her shoulder plate a light punch in comically slow motion.

"So are you or aren't you coming to the tapcaf after?" asked Anila, deadpan, looking from her to Ran. Saram caught her gaze and held it for a moment, answering her with a blank visored glare. "That's a yes, then," she conclude dryly.

 

[Balun Dashiell]

Following the Operation shared with Braze , Saram Kote and their Commando Unit, Balun Vale was curious to learn more about their secondary team. Braze had organized for a Mandalorian Squadron to reinforce their strike against the Imperials on Mon Cala. Balun wasn't familiar with Mandalorians on a first-hand basis; he only learned what he had learned in the Jedi Archives, which at times was known to be a biased source of information, especially concerning Jedi and Mandalorian history.

Bidding his farewell to Braze, Balun had wandered in the last direction the Mandalorians had gone. Now, in the absence of a perceived threat and the conclusion of their mission, the young Rogue Jedi felt quite a weight off his shoulders as he followed the sounds of discussion, rounding the corridor corner and spotting Saram Kote and his cohorts.

Apprehension came to him momentarily, causing his pace to falter as he pondered what they would make of him. Balun was young, seventeen years of age and not nearly as experienced as these soldiers were. Despite their destructive force, they had fought well and delivered their strikes with honed expertise that Balun could only compare to the skill it took to wield a lightsaber or the training required of Jedi to master the Force. These individuals were experts in their chosen field, surgeons with a blaster and armed melee combat. It was no wonder that the Mandalorians once posed a significant threat to the Jedi in the ancient legends, where neither side saw eye to eye.

"Uh, hey guys", Balun greeted them, his right hand rising in a casual wave as he approached further. "Sorry for the interruption, but I wondered if you might have some time on your hands now that we're finished with the mission", he added, explaining his intrusion into their talks. Soon gesturing to their armour, he made the obvious assumption; "You're Mandalorians, right? This is the first time I've seen your people in combat" he offered a wary smile, "You guys were awesome out there", he concluded in a youthful, casual way of complimenting their skill in warfare.

 

[Saram Kote]

Friendly Units:

• 'Davaab' Vuhyr'yaliyr Ramikade Squad
• G-02H/S Shev'la'galaar-class Heavy Stealth Gunship Galaar 1-1

Tag(s): Balun Dashiell

Equipment

• Armor:
  • 'Ori'vuhyr'yaliyr'gam
  • Vambrace Weapons:
    • TBP-01V Tractor-Pressor Beam Projector
    • PC-05V Plasma Caster
      • Plasma Gas Medium Cannister (1)
    • MML-01V Miniaturized Missile Launcher
      • Electro Darts (1)
      • Explosive Darts (0)
    • NML-02VTB Nano missile Launcher
• Implant(s):​
  • 'Rammikad' Enhancement Package
  • 'Gar Tkiriyr' Neural Interface
• Melee:
  • B-01M Beskad
  • K-02M Kal (2)
• Sidearm(s)
  • LRH-5A Verpine Shatter Pistol w/ 'Kyrayc Sur'haai' 1-4x Short Range Optic
• Rifle(s):
  • DR-04DB Class-D Disruptor Rifle w/ 1-12x Medium Range Optic and UGL-02 Underbarrel Grenade Launcher
  • AMR-4M Verpine Shatter Anti-Materiel Rifle w/ 'Kyrayc Sur'haai' 1-250x Extreme Range Optic
• Explosives:
  • Smoke Grenades (3)

Formos, Formos Space Port

Saram didn't have to turn to notice Balun's approach, nor did she have to query her traat'aliit to know that they had too. Normally the presence of a Jetii would elicit a sigh, it was nothing personal, it but a Jedi waiting to talk to them rarely had something any of them were usually in any mood to hear. Saram quickly recognized him as the Jetii who they'd fought alongside on their latest operation behind enemy lines. She'd have been more surprised by his age if she didn't know how old the other Jetii, the one who technically had given them the job, was.

Truth be told the company's interactions with Jedi had been...somewhat limited. There was the one joint operation on Yurb that had happened when they'd had their contract with the CIS, though Davaab had not been a part of that or any other subsequent operations with the Silver Jedi. There were talks about two Jetii who'd been at Rodia, though she, Davaab and Aselia Verd had all been deployed elsewhere on planet. The recent dealings with the GA under the auspices of the Protectors done in the interest of a contract had been the only "real" dealings they'd had.

In a way...this was something of a...new experience. It was an odd experience to come to the realization that most of her "real" experience with Jetii had been from training, reputation and extremely limited personal experience. To say she was surprised by what he did next would be an understatement. It wasn't the all too familiar shock of an unpleasant surprise, however, it was pleasant. A smile tugged at the right corner of her mouth.

"Uh, hey guys", Balun greeted them, his right hand rising in a casual wave as he approached further. "Sorry for the interruption, but I wondered if you might have some time on your hands now that we're finished with the mission", he added, explaining his intrusion into their talks. Soon gesturing to their armour, he made the obvious assumption; "You're Mandalorians, right? This is the first time I've seen your people in combat" he offered a wary smile, "You guys were awesome out there", he concluded in a youthful, casual way of complimenting their skill in warfare.

"Sure as hell not Thyrsians," deadpanned Anila immediately without missing a beat. This did elicit a few laughs and/or amused snorts from the rest of Davaab. Anila could be accused of a lot of things, but missing an opportunity to get a well-timed dry quip was not one of those things.

"Not even the most impressive thing we've done," said Ran, a broad grin plastered on his face. Something Saram could have guessed even if she couldn't see his in-helmet feed. "But yes, we're Mandalorians. Clans of Breshig, specifically."

"Well, most of us should have time," said Viraen, pointedly glancing at Saram, which earned him a jab in his side from her as a not so subtle reminder to not push his luck.

"What my colleague meant to say," started Saram, "is that we are. In fact, we were just on the way to find out what this station has as an excuse for a tapcaf." Saram squinted inside her buy'ce, realizing that Balun was probably not of drinking age as far as most of the galaxy was concerned, "I'm sure they have something that you can drink too...though you're of drinking age in the Mandalore sector." The unsaid part of her statement was the open invitation to join them, though she wasn't sure if he'd take her up on their offer.

If the rest of Davaab had an opinion on her offering the Jeti'ka a drink, they said nothing, and she knew them better than to think they would stay that way if they had an opinion.