~The Gunfighter of Andelm IV Part 1~

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

[member="Darman"]

She started directly at him, a grown forming before she closed her eyes and that a breath out dipping her head a little as she went silent. Truely this man was suicidal, yet she also understood as well what he meant.

if you do start a war, I want you to know you've my support....but darman i...

She sighed, one thing she learned, mandalorians were hard headed and stubborn at times...then again she could say the same for herself

I want you to consider coming with me

 

[Darman]

The gunfighter noticed the hesitation and the... what was it, compassion in her voice? Even that he could see that she was wearing on her patience. He gave her a sideways smirk and lifted his shoulders slightly. "Coming with you? Why would i do that, You have a job or something you need done?" He raised an eyebrow slightly, the smirk extending as if he was giving no indication that he knew why should would wish him to go with her, or why she was even asking. "War may be upon this world, I may have a place in it, i may not." He did not seem to have an opinion or an attachment to this place - he didn't seem to worry whether there would be bloodshed or not, he may fight, he may not. The current mission he would do to clear a debt, but after that he cared little for the people here. In his mind, why would he care any more or less for Stardust's people?

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

[member="Darman"]

because...I have jobs done that I cant have linked to me...and you seem like the guy to get it done...how do you feel about hunting slavers?

She asked grinning, stubborn he was and stardust just knew how to maybe work with such a stubborn man. She saw potential within him as a ally and she felt she could relate to the man in losing everything. To her, it was giving someone a opportunity

 

[Darman]

The gunfighter lifted his large shoulders in a bit of a shrug looking up at the lovely monarch with uncaring, emotionless eyes. It was like she had just asked him what he had for breakfast that morning, and it seemed that even if he had been asked to hunt slaves he would have had a similar reaction. All together he expressed himself as someone who cared little about anything - so long as he could keep his ship in the air, he didn't much care about how.

"I suppose i owe you for giving me a hand on this mission, and helping with the Rae Wynd, So I'll do a job or two to square the debt. But dont expect me to be bowin and scrapin to ya like this lot."

In truth he had seen nothing of the sort since she had come aboard. They had been cordial and polite, mostly ignoring her presence as she moved through and ate. But he wanted to see if he could easily get under her skin. His eyes narrowed a bit and fell on her as he waited for any sort of a reaction.

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

[member="Darman"]


She raised a brow, odd change of tone towards her....setting back she offered a smirk and looked around to a few people then to him chuckling

odd change of tone, but you can see they pay me no mind just as if I was another person on the crew...

Her turn now, leaning forward she smirked

in fact, its the fact I care enough, even for someone considered dar'manda, who I qs q mandalorian should not even pay mind too....in my eyes I see myself bowing and offering you a way out of this..life

 

[Darman]

The Gunslinger raised an eyebrow slightly at the word - the word that the people here had even likened his name with and gave her a cold deadly stare for a long moment as if trying to determine her intent in using it. There was no outward aggression accompanied with it, and it seemed to be normal for him to bare this reaction upon his face when met with the word - as if his coldness was fixed on something further away than her - greater than him.

"I have a ship... Such as it is, i could have left at any time. There is nothing out there for me, just as there is nothing here for me. But I will do your jobs when you send them to me."

Having long finished the food they had graciously given him he sat there in stillness, not wishing to be offend his host by standing before her. Though now that he was not eating he felt out of place here and was continuously looking over his shoulder and fidgeting with his coat as if stopping himself from checking his weapons.