Old Wounds

[Anora Vahn]

Chaos was not even the right word to use. The bar fight had turned into a whole mess, and by the time it was all over, Anora had what was left of ice in a rag against the side of her face, one eye closed where it was slightly swollen as she sat near Tyran.

"Hey, I'm not the one who started throwing people through tables." she told him. And then she smirked at him a little, and even laughed. "But, at least you know how to show a girl a good time." she stated with a shrug of the shoulder. Her own rag was then set aside and she reached out to lightly pull at the one against his face. "Let me see."

 

[Tyran Numeck]

"Well next time I'll let you deal with the situation then." He grunted at her. He was up for fist fight, that was pretty much a recreational sport for Mandalorians, but not when he was trying to remain low key and stay unnoticed. Tyran knew there was no point arguing with her, he'd learned that much since he'd....brought her along on his mission. He let her take the rag from his face and examine his busted lip. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself."

 

[Anora Vahn]

Once the rag was pulled away, Anora's free hand lifted and she brushed her thumb against the split in his lip. "Oh I'm sure you are." she countered, though she sounded more amused than argumentative over the fact. Her hand lowered just enough to grasp his chin, and she turned his head carefully from side to side before letting go and sitting back.

"It's a clean bust, and it's not too deep. It'll be more aggravating than sore." she shrugged a shoulder and handed the rag back to him before sighing and taking up her own rag, and then putting it right back down since it wasn't even cold anymore.

 

[Tyran Numeck]

Tyran knew the extent of his wounds, it wasn't the first time he'd been punched in the face after all, but he didn't say anything about it and just nodded his head. "You might need to get a rag with some bacta on it for your eye," he said. "That looks like it's going to bother you for a few days."

 

[Anora Vahn]

A sigh left Anora's lips and she lifted her fingers to brush against the mark on her cheek and then against the swell beneath her eye. "Yeah, I know."

But rather than get up to do just that, the brunette gave a glance around the room and shook her head. "I'd be in so much trouble back home..." she let out, more to herself than to him, but she had of course said it out loud. This kind of trouble? There's no telling what kind of punishment she would end up enduring.

She slid from her seat, "Well, now what?"

 

[Tyran Numeck]

"Well..." He said as he stood up and looked at the destruction she'd caused. "I say we get you back to the ship, preferably without any more run ins with the locals." He put his hands on his hips and shrugged his shoulders. "It's a good thing I'm not the Jedi then, I would have had to put you in the corner or something."

"You know there are Force sensitive Mandalorians right?" He said to her as they walked out of the bar and back towards the spaceport. "I know a couple myself, some real crazy shabuire." He shook his head as he said. "You just can't use the Force on Mandalore. There was a civil war a while back and it devastated the planet and afterwards it was outlawed."

 

[Anora Vahn]

A loose tuft of hair was blown out of Anora's face, and she nodded her head in agreement about going back to the ship. "Maybe that's a good idea..." she muttered, then stepped over an unconscious body so that she could make her way towards the exit. "And I'd like to see you try to put me in a corner." she added, though didn't look back at him.

At least not until he spoke up again. Anora loft a brow at him, having paused long enough for him to catch up to her before she started walking again. "Is that your attempt at a recruitment speech?"

 

[Tyran Numeck]

Tyran shrugged. "If you don't mind me saying you don't seem happy being a Jedi. You don't strike me as the type of person who likes being tide down by extremely stringent rules." He said as they walked. "I mean us Mandos have our own rules, being a military culture and all, but it's not anywhere near as rigid as the Jedi."

He looked over at her. "It's not so much a recruitment speech, but maybe more of a recommendation to come and visit and maybe have some real fun. The brawls we get into in the Oyu'baat are legendary." he grinned.

 

[Anora Vahn]

Well...he wasn't wrong there, and the look on Anora's face as soon as he had said the words was proof enough of that. Her lips pursed a little and she sighed through her nose. It wasn't that she was unhappy, but she wasn't exactly thrilled about the direction her life was going in. Really, her biggest and most important reason for staying was her sister, and now she wasn't really needed for that was she?

"Oh, I see," her eyes rolled and the more serious expression dropped from her features. "A fight back home is okay, but if something gets started here because I don't want some drunk guy's hands on my ass, I'm nothing but trouble." She smirked at him. "I see how you are."

 

[Tyran Numeck]

"Well a fight back on Mandalore normally ends with everybody sharing drinks, a fight in a place like that normally ends with a shootout or someone dead." He smirked at her. Very rarely were physical altercations personal on Mandalore, sure they happened from time to time, but mostly it was about showing how good you were as a soldier and everyone involved in the scuffle would know when the point had been made. "Also, we're trying to stay under the radar at the moment. If there wasn't a lot of credits on the line for this job then I wouldn't care how many bar fights you start."

"It's a rough life, but it has its fun moments for sure." He added as he lowered the ramp of the ship and stood aside so she could board it first. "Maybe next time get some more....civilian looking clothes, those ones might be a bit too....much." He said as the followed her up the ramp.

 

[Anora Vahn]

"Mhm, whatever you say." Hey, Anora may not know much about his people or his home, but that didn't mean she couldn't give him a hard time about it. Most of the fighting that went on for the Jedi was just sparring. Anything more than that was definitely personal. Case and point, the altercation she and Eenia had gotten into before...well, before all of this.

When the ramp lowered, she started up it and then promptly turned around so that she was walking backwards. "Hey, I like these clothes." she told him, and she smoothed her hands over the fabric. "And you said to not look like a Jedi. So I was only doing what I was told."

 

[Tyran Numeck]

"Well...I guess you achieved that goal." She definitely looked as far from a Jedi as one possibly could. "Go talk to Rustbucket so he can get you a bacta patch or something to put over that eye." He told her as he went to his armory and began to put his weapons back into the locker.

 

[Anora Vahn]

Anora shook her head at him a little, smoothed her hands over the fabric one more time, then turned back around to walk forward again. "Alright, alright..." she waved a hand at him, but she made her way to where the droid would be.

There was minor fussing from the droid, though unfortunately Anora had to wait it out before she got what she needed for her face. Once it was done and over with, she thanked the droid then walked away from it. The tie she had, had in her hair was pulled loose and the brunette locks fell free with a sigh from her.

"Alright," she sighed out as she ran her fingers through her hair, occasionally rubbing at her scalp to help the ease the tension having it up so long had caused. "Hopefully I don't wake up with a swollen face later now."

 

[Tyran Numeck]

Her eye had been pretty swollen so he didn't know if the bacta would negate it completely. It would probably be a little swollen still when she woke up but he said. "It probably won't be." He stretched his arms and back. "Go get some rest if you want, I'll keep an eye out for anyone who might come calling for revenge." He said as he kept one of his blaster on his person and moved to the front of the ship.

 

[Anora Vahn]

She shook her head and folded her arms. "I'm really not tired yet." she told him. She shrugged a single shoulder, and then followed him towards the front of the ship. They had been asleep before they were forced to come here after all.

Anora found a place to lean against, at the moment she didn't have the desire to sit down. "I suppose tomorrow you'll just have to come with me to find something more dialed down." she gestured to herself, but was smirking again. "Get the Tyran seal of approval."

 

[Tyran Numeck]

"Just get something low-key." He smirked up at her. "Not flashy or attention grabbing." He stressed. He wasn't opposed to going shopping but it didn't exactly tickle his fancy either. He was getting pretty hungry though and he wasn't going to risk going out into town again, not after that brawl. He stood up and went back to the communal area of his ship. "Hungry?" He called over his shoulder.

 

[Anora Vahn]

"Right, I understand that part." Anora stated, "But you're still coming along so that I have your stamp of approval." She informed him.

When he stepped past her, she made a soft sound and briefly touched her stomach. "Apparently so." She answered about being hungry, then turned to follow in his wake.

 

[Tyran Numeck]

Tyran searched his stores and found something quick that would tide them over for a while. He made some kind of noodle concoction and handed her a bowl. "This is called hetur'lek." He said. "It's on the spicy side." and by spicy he meant really damn spicy.

"Should do the trick for now." He sat down behind the large table in the communal area of his ship. "What kind of trouble would the Jedi have given you for starting a fight like that?" He asked her after downing a few forkfuls of the noodles. "Would they really have put you in a corner?"

 

[Anora Vahn]

Anora wouldn't deny the fact that she was hovering. Not in a get-in-the-way fashion, but she was where she could see what he was doing the whole time up until she was handed a bowl. Her brows lofted, and she could smell the spice coming from the noodles, and yet her stomach growled in approval. She didn't join him at the table however, she stood so that she could lean against the nearest surface across from him.

"I honestly couldn't give you an answer," she told him with a shrug of the shoulder. "I haven't ever been in any sort of trouble. Not even anything minor, much less anything major." She sighed and shifted her footing. "Though I don't seem to recall any Jedi - padawan or otherwise, stood off in corners somewhere, so..."

 

[Tyran Numeck]

"Why do I get the feeling that the more time you spend away from the Jedi the more of a troublemaker you're going to become?" He said as he put his feet up on the table since she wasn't sitting at it. "I may wind up becoming a bad influence on you I think."