Got a Dream, Boy? Got a Song? (Mining the Roche Asteroids)

[Muad Dib]

[member="Arrbi Betna"] [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] [member="Mirshko Betna"]

The Mad Knight stood silently like a sentry glowing blue eyes flashing around keeping a wary look on their surroundings. It was for Arrbi to finalize the deal. Muad cared little for phrik and was here only to lend assistence to a vod ... and a friend. The word tasted odd but as he slowly changed so did the nature of his acquaintences. He know looked on all mandos, whether he liked them or not, as allies and possible friends eeven as he discovered what that word truly meant.

Watching Mirshko and Sio was interesting. Adult and youth interaction. He didn't have that growing up because he was used and trained to be a weapon. And in his past he saw children not as individuals but rather as points of weakness against enemies and allies alike. But on Manda'yaim it was all different.

The force user called Sio that Betna had vouched for was an interesting read. Mostly she was locked down, her force presence and thoughts restrained and hidden. But enough leaked out to prove she was still an adept or massively powerful. Muad licked his lips almost tasting the air as a snake. What he tasted and sensed was power, a caged rage, and perhaps a hint of sadness. Shaking his head slightly he looked at Sio anew as a dangerous being. But just because one was dangerous didn't mean one was an enemy. He grinned as he mused it over then thought, She's interesting. I think I like her.

A small laugh escaped as he pulled his knife from it's sheath and flipped it absently between his fingers as he listened to the two continue speaking. When the question about learning new things popped up Muad merely shruged and nodded his head toward Arrbi.

"Check with your pops kid, he gives it the ok, and your mom, and I might have a few things I could teach you."

He chuckled a bit at the thought of teaching someone who wasn't and adult. Then he frowned. Wait .... what the frak did I just volunteer for?

 

[Arrbi Betna]

Betna waited patiently for the clerk to find what he was looking for. After a few moments, the worker found the necessary datapad and handed it over, which Betna signed and returned. After a few more exchanges where he was informed his ship would be loaded in a few minutes, he jabbed a thumb back to the hangar, signifying that they just needed to head back and wait.

At Mirshko's question and Muad's answer, coupled with Sio's, he grinned under his helmet. His daughter had her mother's wit and his thirst for knowledge combined with an equal amount of stubbornness and bluntness from the both of them in equal amounts. He still maintained she got her knack for trouble from Anija, though.

"So long as your mother is fine with it," he said, able to inject a stern tone through his external comms. The benefits of having a helmet included not having to worry about a straight face most of the time, thankfully. "So I'd make sure to ask her, first, ad'ika."

He glanced up at Sio and Muad as he spoke, gesturing at the two before him.

"And provided Sio and Muad have the time to teach you a few things, of course."

[member="Mirshko Betna"] [member="Muad Dib"] [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

 

[Mirshko Betna]

[member="Muad Dib"] [member="Arrbi Betna"] [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

She looked between the three of them, trying to get a read off them. It wasn't easy. Between Da's skill at dissembling, and Sio and Muad's mental walls, she couldn't read much more than curiosity. and maybe a tad bit of amusement. Why they would be amused, she had no idea. She looked up at Sio and smiled, reaching out to take the woman's hand after a moment. She'd discovered that it helped her get a better reading on emotions. She took a moment to try and gather her thoughts.

"Well, Mom's been teaching me basic sensing and TK... and Da has been teaching me a lot of weapons skills and some hand to hand stuff also." She couldn't remember what all of it was, so she just kinda summarized. "I know there were a few more things... and I have some natural ability in other areas..." she said softly, focusing for a moment. To Betna, she would have visually faded away. But to people like Sio or Muad, she was probably still visible. After a few seconds, she released the focus, and reappeared. "I... seem to have a natural ability for stealth..." she said softly. "As to asking Mom.... I suppose I could do that once we get back." she said after a moment.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Mirshko Betna"], [member="Arrbi Betna"], [member="Muad Dib"]


Muad seemed nice enough far as Siobhan was concerned. Sure, he felt a bit violent, but so did she. As long as he did not start a galaxy-wide jihad with Fremen legions...oh, wait, he could do that. Just against people she did not like. There were lots of those! Besides, his reaction to Mirshko made her smile. It was kind of adorable.


Siobhan listened to what the little Betna had to say, and gave her a smile. Well, it was obviously a bit difficult to see it since the Countess had an annoying helmet on, but you get the picture! When Mirshko reached out, Siobhan gently took her hand into hers and patted it. She could feel the girl's attempts to read her, and after a short moment dropped her walls a bit. But only slightly. There was plenty that would not be appropriate.


Then she felt the girl draw upon the Force, seemingly vanishing. To Siobhan she was still visible if she concentrated on her to focus, but she could recognise that the girl had an aptitude for stealth. "Nice. That's a very useful skill you have, dear," she said, tone warm, when Mirshko reappeared. "Truth be told, I'm awful at stealth, but I have a very dear friend who's an expert at that sort of thing and can even fool Force Masters." [member="Coryth Elaris"], you are being drafted, for we need redhead power.


"If your Mum's cool with it, I'd be happy to help you out where I can. Don't think she'll disagree, sweetie," she continued, gently patting Mirshko on the shoulder. That done and since Arrbi was finished, she walked over to the worker and made her own negotiations. Since the minion had already been chided before, he was very motivated. Papers were signed and Mandal Hypernautics got lots of fake money, and Siobhan was told that her shipment of phrik would be loaded onto her ship soon. Customer service was quite satisfactory.

 

[Muad Dib]

Muad crossed his arms over his chest. He understood the kid was looking to connect by being able to read others, but she didn't need to read him. More for her safety then out of self protection. He knew what dwelt within and bubbled just below the surface, and it wasn't nice and it wasn't pretty. No need to subject her to the monster that he was.

As he watched Mirshko shimmered before him facing away. But as a force user he sensed her aura, saw her essence, as well as being able to pick her up with his attuned senses. His nose caught her scent, his ears found the heartbeat as the blood gently pumped through her body, he could taste the faint odor of her last meal as it escaped on each exhale.

She was a natural at stealth it appeared, but to truly disappear meant fooling more then just one's vision. But that came with practice and training. Training Muad could give.

"To do what you just did is impressive. Many knights and masters have never learned how and don't see the need. But to move undetected, to be in a place unseen, is a skill set that process it worth. Most who have a natural gift at this can also pierce the veil of others more easily. Being self aware is important."

As Sio moved over to complete her own business transaction he watched her carefully. She was an interesting woman. One he wouldn't mind drinking with, or fighting with. Or fighting. He did enjoy a good fight.

Looking at Arrbi as he gave his blessing for training Muad couldn't decide if he should smile in thanks or snarl in anger for approving said training. In the end he merely grunted an acknowledgement. Glancing at Mirshko he arched a brow over a glowing eye.

"When you want, let me know and I'll teach you a few things. You'd make a great hunter kid."

Then he shrugged more to break up any continuing conversation then to loosen shoulder muscles. He hated talking.

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] [member="Mirshko Betna"] [member="Arrbi Betna"]

 

[Mirshko Betna]

[member="Muad Dib"] [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] [member="Arrbi Betna"]

Mirshko was quiet, her gaze going between Muad and Sio for a few moments as she tried to process what they were both saying. She knew what she was asking was a lot for someone her age. But both Mom and Da knew she always wanted to learn new things. And well, she always enjoyed a challenge. She got the feeling Muad would be tossing all kinda of challenges her way. She grinned up at Sio and nodded. "I'll be sure to ask Mom about it! I always enjoy learning new things, and really like it when I get to travel a bit too."

She was silent for a moment as she regarded Muad. When she reappeared, she nodded. "I really want to learn to use the skill better. I know there are a lot of times during missions where stealth would be useful." She fell silent then, geetting the impression he didn't ant to talk much more. "I'll let you know what Mom says.." she finished after a moment, and moved forward to stand next to Da as she watched Sio talk to the man at the desk. This phrik run was taking a rather long time.

 

[Muad Dib]

Looking around the hanger Muad kept a watchful eye as his companions closed deals and prepared ships forloading. He had no desire to do anything but be support. But thankfully for the mandos there it seemed things would go smoothly. He was always ready for a fight but sometimes it, wasn't nice but rather, a change of pace not to be killing everything that walked. Glancing once more at the idiot who had questionable work ethics Muad mused that killing one didn't exactly change the pace much, but he desisted.

Folding his arms across his chest he moseyed around the hanger, always staying close to his vode, while playing the part of curious on looker. It was always good to have locations of ports saved in your head and this was one he would keep in case he ever had need of it. The workers began pushing grav sleds with their crates toward the respective ships and Muad watched, always the 'attack dog' prepared for violence should the need arise. And at this point it seemed it wouldn't ... unfortunately ...

[member="Mirshko Betna"] [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] [member="Arrbi Betna"]