Old Wounds

[Anora Vahn]

The word orphan struck a chord with Anora, enough so that her brow creased and her arms folded against herself. It wasn't wrong, not really. Why it had taken being kidnapped for light to be shed on the subject...

"I could do it." She told him. She had nearly died on her first mission, but went back for more despite that fact. She had the drive and desire, she just needed the right situation and opportunity.

 

[Tyran Numeck]

"Alright then," He said as he examined the armor and polished off a few last spots of dust from the plating. "The one thing we always do is stick to the contracts we take. As a largely nomadic people we don't have much besides our word and are skills. If you can't stomach the job then don't take it, but be prepared to go hungry because the good jobs aren't often clean ones." He put his armor on the rack and stood up to face her. "You give someone your word, you keep it."

He crossed his large arms over his chest and sized her up. "We'll have to get you some real armor I guess, you're not ready for the beskar stuff but some durasteel plating should do nicely."

 

[Anora Vahn]

It was admittedly a little strange to see him step up to her this way, without his armor, and look more or less normal. Anora watched him, took in what he was saying, and then nodded her head. "Sticking to your word should be mandatory for everyone." she stated. Keeping her word, or sticking to some contract or another would be easy. Well, in theory at least. She knew things could crop up at any given time and cause all sorts of problems.

She glanced down at herself, then looked back up at him. New armor? Well hell, armor in general. "Alright," she nodded her head. Armor would be hard to get used to, but that would be part of the new learning process, she supposed.

 

[Tyran Numeck]

"You'll have to come to terms with killing too, that's just part of the job." He said to her as he walked back towards the front of the ship. "I mean some Mandos take jobs that only have targets that are wanted alive, sometimes they pay well but in my experience their more trouble than they're worth....case in point this particular job with your parents." He said with a bit of a sideways look at Anora.

"I saw a set of armor in the store I got those sticks from, it might be a little big but it can be resized for you easily enough." He said as he sat down. "Now go back to practicing on your form for a bit, and don't even think about zapping me with one. Otherwise I'm never getting rid of the lizard."

 

[Anora Vahn]

"Technically, I've already killed before." Anora remind him. Granted, it was to save her own life, and his, but that wasn't the point. She had taken a life, and she clearly wasn't being eaten up about it. "But I know, there's a difference." she made sure to state, before he could say something about it. And it wasn't as if she hadn't killed before he came along either. She had been on more than one mission after all, but didn't feel it was important to bring that up at the moment.

But when he told her to go and train, she made a face at him. Not because she was told to practice, but because of his threat to keep the lizard around. "Still and nerf herder." she stated, but she turned away from him and made her way back to the storage space so that she could take up one of the pugil sticks and get started.

 

[Tyran Numeck]

"I'm your trainer now, not your buddy." He called after her. "If you think I'm an ass now you just wait." He said more to himself than anything. He oriented his chair so he could see her coming if she decided to get in a cheap zap or two with the stick now that he wasn't in his armor.

 

[Anora Vahn]

"Its not like you were exactly my buddy before hand." Anora countered, and that was true enough. A charge maybe, almost friendly, but not friends. Though that was a rather depressing thought too. There was nothing for her to look back on that would even remotely make her want to stay. No friends to think or fall back on, nothing.

Her arms sort of fell to her sides and her brow creased. "I need a drink..." she muttered. This was becoming a steadily depressing experience.

 

[Tyran Numeck]

Tyran smirked at her and stood up. If she wanted a drink then he had some good stuff onboard that would put that Corellian swill they'd had in the bar to shame. He walked to the communal area and removed a panel from the floor and removed a case of jars containing something that looked just like water. He set a whole jar down in front of her. "Tihaar, finest drink in the galaxy and only brewed on Mandalore....you might want to start slow at first. It's kinda potent."

 

[Anora Vahn]

When she heard Tyran stand, Anora shifted around and braced herself, but he had gone the other way. When she heard him moving around, curiosity had her toss the pugil stick down and go to find him. The sight of the jars caused her eyebrows to lift, and when he set one down in front of her, she sort of stared at it for a moment.

She debated for a moment, then reached out and took the jar and opened it. She brought it up to her face, smelled the contents, then shift her gaze to him instead. "Is this going to shut my kidneys down..?" and she was only half joking when she asked.

 

[Tyran Numeck]

"Well...it could." He said in a serious tone, though he was joking of course. "It's pretty strong, heh, some wars Mandalorians have fought in were probably caused by that stuff." He smirked as he put the crate of booze back into its hiding spot and returned to his seat. "Consider it a gift, but I'd try to save it. You'll need a few belts once your training really starts."

 

[Anora Vahn]

Anora's lips puckered and she squint at the jar now. Her fingers tapped against it, and her gaze went briefly to Tyran before she took a daring sip. Her eyes closed and she made a noise in her throat. Jeez he wasn't kidding - but at least she didn't gag or even cough! In fact, she took a second, slightly bigger sip, but didn't dare push it past that for the moment. She put the lid back on it and set it down. "Noted..." she did managed to get out. Yeah, taking it easy seemed like a good idea.

 

[Tyran Numeck]

He laughed at her. "I'd have some with you but I need to function in the morning. It doesn't take long for that stuff to kick in and when it does it's like being kicked in the face by a bantha." He grinned at her as he gestured at her and the pugil stick, "Now back to work."

 

[Anora Vahn]

"Ohhh goodie." Anora pat the jar and stepped away from it, and she once again made her way back to the storage space. The alcohol may not have caught up to her just yet, but just the time it took to get it had done what she had wanted. The frustration about everything behind her had ebbed for the moment, and the edges of depression were no longer closing in.

So she once again scooped up the pugil stick, and she shifted it back from her left to her right hand. She wouldn't just practice right handed, she would switch back and forth. Though the more she moved around and got her blood pumping? Well, she didn't become a sloppy, giggling mess from a couple of sips, but the brunette was definitely feeling a hell of a lot less tense and burdened than she had been when she had originally come back into the room.

 

[Tyran Numeck]

He kept glancing over at her from time to time and noticed how fluid and relaxed her posture was becoming. "You alright?" He called over to her as he twirled one of his blasters around. He always kept at least one of them on his person even if it was just to fiddle with out of boredom. "You're not going wobbly on me yet are ya?"

 

[Anora Vahn]

"Ha, no." Anora answered him, though seemed to realize that, that could be taken wrong depending on what part of the conversation he took it from. "I'm fine," she started again, "And my legs are fine too." she made sure to state.

However, she drifted back from the storage room to where she had left her jar and she took an actual drink from it. No guzzling, or anything sloppy, but a real drink this time before she put the lid back on and headed back towards the storage room to pick back up where she had left off.

 

[Tyran Numeck]

Tyran had a feeling that he was going to regret giving Anora that jar of booze but at least she seemed to be enjoying herself, whether or not she'd be as happy in the morning was a different story though. "Well...if you do start getting wobbly maybe put the booze up for now and get something to eat from the kitchen." He said to her.

 

[Anora Vahn]

Anora waved a hand at him, "I'm not going to get wobbly." she told him in between movement sets. "I'll be juuuust fine." she added. Well, that may not be entirely true, but at the moment? She certainly felt like she was going to be just fine.

 

[Tyran Numeck]

He spent the next couple hours watching her out of the corner of his eye and slowly he began to see a bit of a change where she was starting to get a bit too relaxed. "Okay," He said standing up. "I think it's time for someone to call it a night." He took the jar from the table and put the lid back on it. "think you've had enough of this stuff."

 

[Anora Vahn]

Anora seemed to be just fine. She slowed down a bit sure, but she didn't stumble or fall over at least. "Wha-?" When he called out to her, she stopped and looked at him. "Why?" She asked, then gasped. "Heeeeey, that's mine. You gave that to me fair and square..."

 

[Tyran Numeck]

"You can have it back later, unless you really want your kidneys to shutdown." He said to her as if he was a parent talking to a stubborn child. "Last thing I need is for you to get wobbly and crack your head on one of the bulkheads. I've got enough stuff to repair already."