LOCATION:
Omen’s Bar, Kestri
Objective:
Talk
Equipment:
Cybernetics |
Jet Pack |
Beskar’gam |
Weapon load out | The
Echoy’la Sun
Jhira wasn’t at all comfortable with a planet as a homeworld, especially now. So much had happened, just as she had been beginning to trust and hope again. But so far, Kestri had survived, despite being exposed to outsiders.
She had friends here, and some family too, but she’d never again be wholly at ease while stuck within a planet’s gravity well. Following the directions from Omen’s note, she navigated from the docks to the bar indicated. Curious as she was as to why they were meeting here, and not on his beloved Kashyyk, she was determined not to simply blurt the question out.
Right away, anyway.
Slipping inside the bar, Jhira’s HUD found [
Sergeant Omen
] behind the bar, polishing it determinedly. Joy and an easing of the heart lifted her spirits immeasurably. Pulling her helmet off, she spent a few seconds studying the young mechanic [
Gwyneira Vizsla
] working at the bar near him. There was only one reason Jhira could think of, to wear a tank top and shorts under metal armor, instead of a body glove or flight suit. The thought brought a rare, flashing smile to Jhira’s grave face. Rags, cleaning supplies, and the occasional tool moved of their own accord. Perhaps Omen’s doing, perhaps the young lady’s? So many Mandos were Force Sensitive, it felt as if the assorted vicious purges meant to wipe them out had been karmically punished in a most profound manner.
The demonstration of Force Power’s didn’t seem to impact the popularity of the mechanic … but then she was skilled enough to be working on her own cyber-knee, and almost all Mandalorians respected skill and bravery. Or perhaps young [
Kaz Krayt ] simply hadn’t noticed. The way the young lady flinched and blushed upon being addressed moved Jhira to gently intervene. She understood how much trust the young mechanic had in Omen, to be utterly without armor in his presence.
Especially expecting Jhira’s arrival!
A good lass, indeed. But perhaps she had not been ready to meet another stranger? Walking to the bar, Jhira caught the tail end of the new arrival’s very brief introduction. A swift glance at his armor, to see if he announced Clan or any other affiliation in his gear, and then she settled in on the other side of the mechanic, leaving plenty of room for the ongoing work. Her HUD suggested an affinity between the work at hand and that which her sister, [
Mia Mereel
] used. 80% Probability of the same maker.
“That’s a nice piece of work,” she said approvingly of the cyberlimb, holding the young lady’s gaze just long enough to show that she felt nothing but respect. Ending up with Cyber-parts was just part of being Mandalorian. “Is that Alora’s work? She’s the best Cyberneticist I’ve ever met.”
A flashing smile, unable to quite erase the haunted, grieving expression from her eyes, took in both Kaz and Gwyneira. “I’m Jhira Mereel, Clan Mereel; pleased to meet you both. I'm Omen's sister!"
Hopping over the countertop with preternatural grace despite being in full
Beskar armor (with Jet Pack), she pulled Omen close for a swift hug. “
Vod!” Joy danced in her voice, and she stepped back to take a good look at her dear kinsman.