Is That...? (Ordo)

[Noah Corek]

[member="Ordo"]
Corellia, Coronet City
Flying Bantha Bar
Noah sighed as he leaned back in his chair as he sipped the Whyren Reserve whiskey, loving the burn as it went down. He had been at a security confrence and it had given him one hell of a headache, it was things concerning the Feds, or the ASA as they now called themselves, the Sith, the Fringe and the Crusade, people had given multiple theories as to how to deal with these factions. Noah didn't care, well he did care about the Protectorate, but now all he wanted to do was kill everyone that stood against the Protectorate. Noah sighed once more, he was sounding like the Sith now, but you know what, that's what it took, a few good men doing bad things to keep the galaxy spinning.

 

[Ordo]

[member="Noah Corek"]

Corellia...how long had it been? Ten years? twenty? He was so young when he had left, so full of fire. What could he say of himself now? Was he a criminal? A cripple? Or just a face in the crowd, a deja vu quickly shrugged away, he could only hope.

He sat at a table in the back of a pub that hadn't been here when he left for Manda'yaim so long ago. He stared down at his big hand as it sat in front of a tumbler of whiskey and willed the thing to move. His comapny had just installed a MTI computer at his Father's old ranch and the place was under renovation.

"You alright, hon." The barmaid asked as she stopped on her way around the room.

"Yes, miss." Ordo said his deep voice calm and quiet, "just fine."

 

[Noah Corek]

[member="Ordo"]
Noah's eyes widened as a voice caught his ears, a voice that one time would have made Noah laugh and approach the man but now it was a voice that made the rage that Noah had rise. Standing up, Noah grabbed a chair from a nearby table and dragged it to the table, very loudly and angrily. Finally reaching the table, Noah set down the chair with one hell of a clank, dropping down into it. "You have one hell of a pair of Beskar balls to come here after everything you have done." Noah informed him, affixing him with a hard stare that could melt even the strongest of metals.

 

[Ordo]

[member="Noah Corek"]

Ordo looked up from his hover chair wearing nothng but old blue overalls and black boots covering his numb feet. He watched the man for a second before he returned to trying to get his fingers to close around the glass.

"I think you have me confused with someone else, stud." Ordo said not looking. "I been here all day."

Finally his hand closed and he started the task of trying to get the hand to hold the glass and move it to hos mouth. His comlink beep to tell him the computers were operating and the farm was about 10% finished.

 

[Noah Corek]

[member="Ordo"]
Noah raised a eyebrow when Ordo said he was mistaken. "Mistaken?" Noah asked, venom and hatred dripping from his voice as he stared daggers at the man who sat in the hover-chair in front of him. "Nayc, Ni narir va mirdir Ni cuyir hiibir va Ordo." This time, Noah spoke in Mando'a hoping it would catch the large mans attention.