What are we supposed to use? Karking harsh language?

[Dor'Fix'It]

(Ignore this thread, please! This character has been updated and completely edited!)

 

[Oka Osaa]

Oka wasn't having the best day. Especially because his B7 unit shocked him when he woke up. Anyways he had to get a better day going so he decided to come to the M.E.R.C.Y. headquarters and teach some soldiers how to fight. He flew there in a star fighter and landed wherever possible. He saw a hangar of a sort and landed in it.

[member="Dutch Speedwing"]

 

[Dor'Fix'It]

He watched slowly as [member="Oka Osaa"]'s ship flew into the open warehouse. Spitting on the floor, Dutch shook his head before turning his gaze back down to his beloved weapon. Continuing to rub the cloth over each part of the weapon carefully, he finally came to a stop. He set the weapon down on the crate, climbing down and walking over to the Jedi's ship. However, instead of wearing his combat gear, Dutch was wearing a white T-shirt that had a picture of a blue Twi'lek dancer along with black text above it that read "Feth shuttas" which could be a serious insult to anyone Twi'lek. He also wore a pair of filthy blue jeans and black boots. His blonde hair was showing due to him not wearing his bandanna and he had an angered expression on his face. "WHAT DO YOU FETHING WANT?" Dutch shouted.

 

[Oka Osaa]

Oka got out of his star fighter to only be greeted with a unpleasant surprise. "I only wants to teach you skilled combat" Oka said before the soldier could say another unpleasant statement.

[member="Dutch Speedwing"]

 

[Dor'Fix'It]

He was a bit surprised that the Jedi, [member="Oka Osaa"] was not a little upset about Dutch's T-shirt as Dutch had thought that the Jedi were all like "Everyone is the same! Treat them all with respect" or whatever. Dutch stared at Osa with a blank expression as he just shook his head. "You barely look like your out of your fething childhood!" Dutch said, spitting on the floor once more. "How 'bout you just fething leave? We don't need ya 'ere! Why would I fething need to learn how to fight when I can just use good 'ol Betsy here?" He asked, nodding towards his heavy blaster.

 

[Oka Osaa]

Oka looked at it. Oka started analyzing the hangar. "What happens when you're outta ammunition? What happens when you can't carry the weight? What happens when you count on a simple tool instead of yourself?" Kept asking. "My droid is smarter than you, you can count on your weapon but its useless when its gone." Oka said as he walked to his ship.

[member="Dutch Speedwing"]

 

[Dor'Fix'It]

"Really? Fine! You fight me, right 'ere right now! Anytime, anywhere!". He then quickly jumped into a fighting stance, his left hand next to his left temple and his right hand near his chest. Quickly taking a step forward, the man began chuckling. "C'mon, don't ya be using none of them sabers!" Dutch said, his chuckling slowly coming to a halt. Dutch was extremely confident in his strength and he was pretty sure he could knock this Jedi out in a matter of minutes.

[member="Oka Osaa"]

 

[Oka Osaa]

Oka had no intension of using his light sabers. He laid then down on a crate. Then Oka made a come at me signal.

[member="Dutch Speedwing"]

 

[Dor'Fix'It]

Dutch chuckled before quickly lurching forward. Twisting his body slightly, he swung back around, his fist swinging at [member="Oka Osaa"]'s jaw in an attempt to hit him with a powerful haymaker.

 

[Oka Osaa]

Oka grabbed his fist. "Gotta be faster to take down a Jedi." He jumped and came down with his foot.

[member="Dutch Speedwing"]

 

[Dor'Fix'It]

He was easily kicked and stumbled backwards, gripping his probably shattered nose. Swearing and muttering under his breath, he stumbled backwards and held his hands out in front of him. He slowly slid down the crate, staring in silence as blood dripped from his nose. "M-motherfether!" Dutch mumbled.

[member="Oka Osaa"]

 

[Oka Osaa]

Oka jumped backwards. "Guess Jedi vs. soldier is kinda unfair. But however you didn't think for a second you'd come close to losing. Shall we continue or should my droid bring a cloth?" Oka asked.
[member="Dutch Speedwing"]

 

[Dor'Fix'It]

"Bring me a fething cloth...you broke my fething nose!". Dutch looked around, before beginning to shout. "ACE! ACE GET IN 'ERE!" He shouted at the top of his lungs. "Your going to pay for that h-hospital bill!" He said, obviously developing a hatred with [member="Oka Osaa"]

[member="Ace Thrakish"]

 

[Oka Osaa]

"Very well, B7 get this soldier a cloth." Oka commanded. "I hope this isn't over, tough one. I thought you'd see how long Betsy would last as well." Oka said.

[member="Dutch Speedwing"]

 

[Dor'Fix'It]

"Why don't you go feth yourself?" He said angrily. He slowly pulled himself up, placing his hand over his bloody nose. He slowly stumbled over to the Jedi before spitting in [member="Oka Osaa"]'s face. "Your nothin' but a scumsucker 'ere to take my fething job! Why did you even fething come over 'ere?"

 

[Oka Osaa]

Oka stayed silent. He grabbed his sabers. "Continue or no?" Oka asked. He walked over to the star fighter. "I'll leave if you wanna pity yourself soldier. Or I could stay and teach you." Oka explained.

[member="Dutch Speedwing"]

 

[Dor'Fix'It]

"What can I learn from a force-sensitive? Nothing, absoulutely nothing. I ain't a sensitive, I'm a fething soldier! I use fething weapons...you use sabers. You want to call Ace out? He'll probably talk to ya...probably". He then slid back down the crate, groaning in pain.

[member="Oka Osaa"]

 

[Oka Osaa]

"Try and shoot me until your ammunition runs out. A Jedi tries to eliminate the enemies until they get cornered. Same ending, different weapon, end of story. I can teach you how to fight like a soldier. You can't rely on that puny gun forever. Big guns don't make big soldiers. Do as you please but you will end your own life." Oka said as he signaled B7 to get in the star fighter.

[member="Dutch Speedwing"]

 

[GalacticNiv]

From the back room of the warehouse, Ace heard several screams, ones that particular called out his own name. The experienced soldier would groan and roll off of the uncomfortable bench, annoyed that he had been woken in such a fashion. Climbing to his feet, the man would begin to equip his armor, all for his helmet. Grasping a single pistol that he had left on a table, Ace would holster it at his side, before striding out into the open. Examining the area, the armored man took note of [member="Oka Osaa"] and Dutch Speedwing, who seemed to be losing excessive amounts of blood from his nose. "He got you good, did he?" The man would say, shaking his shaved head from side to side in mild amusement.

"So, what'll you teach us?" The man would question, looking at the twenty year old Jedi who had broken his friend's nose.

 

[Dor'Fix'It]

"Eh brother(As in friend, not sibling) This guy right here, he fething broke my nose!" Dutch said, gripping his bleeding nose. "That was not fething called for! I wanted to spar and he broke. My. Nose!". Dutch slowly pulled himself up to his feet, stumbling over alongside [member="Ace Thrakish"] Dutch looked down to his offensive T-shirt, muttering something once he noticed the blood from his nose was dripping onto it. "Great, another shirt ruined...thanks to a Jedi". Dutch then removed a pack of cigarette from one of the pockets on his jeans, popping it open. He removed a lighter and two cigarettes, handing one over to Ace. He then placed his own cigarette on his lips, quickly igniting it with the lighter.