Marcus' eyes began to droop as he continued to idly stir at the pot that hung over the fire. The slow idle bubbling of the liquid took him away, back to the home he and his parents had shared when he was younger. It was a simpler time, and he had never been asked to worry about things like war and the sacrifice of fellow brothers... No, that was all taught to him at the enclave. It was an eventuality that every Mandalorian had to face, that they were a people born of war bred in war and accustomed to war, but that didn't mean they couldn't think about their battles afterwords. He had long thought about what life could be like outside of the clans, but each and every moment that he thought it might be better, he remembered the injustices that happened on other worlds. He was no stranger to it, and traveling the stars even in his short time had shown him how cruel the galaxy can be to men and women who are unwilling to stand up for their themselves and their fellow men.
Look at that... Only about ten at night and i'm already getting philosophical... Am I burning this?
A slightly more agitated flick of the spoon would reveal that all was well, and it was then that he added the few veggies he had managed to scrounge up after the battle into the pot of broth and meat. It had amounted to one potato, two carrots, and some food that roughly resembled a turnip that he had found in the cupboard of one of the Wookiee dwellings. He chopped them up using the small blade that his father had given him upon his graduation from the enclave, though the memories that it had brought once had been suppressed long ago. Once the last bit had been dropped in, he found himself quite content to lay back on the log, staring up at the stars. They were certainly beautiful on this world, and he could only guess that it was due to the lack of lights coming from the city which had been nearly destroyed in the assault... Oh well... All the better.
This time, he had almost fallen asleep when the sudden, hazed, feminine voice startled him enough to send him off the log and into the dirt. For a moment, he was sure it must have been some Republic trooper looking for one last shot at the enemy, but as he propped himself back up to see the armor of another vod, he let out a slightly embarrassed laugh.
"Su'cuy... Sorry about that."
He got himself up on his feet, brushing the bits of vegetation off of his pauldrons that had caught him on the way down. He motioned her over, hoping the orange glow from the fire would hide the red in his cheeks, and took the spoon in his hand once more, carefully ensuring that the mixture was still good.
"Come on over. It's just a stew, you can have some if the chefs over in the party can't making anything worth a hutt's slime."
It was an innocent enough comment at the chefs who had been praised among the wookiee's ranks after the victory as being the best in the city. Though that accolade might have been more telling of their ability to cook for others of their own species...
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