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Post by Admin on Feb 13, 2015 21:49:24 GMT
Old 05-10-2011, 05:55 PM Alizabeth Moroveston
Weapons... guns, lasers, light sabers, … even wit. All those things could be used to attack or defend. The question was, which suited someone best? Alizabeth was best as verbal banter. In a physical confrontation though, she was a better grappler than a swordsman. She was a decent shot with a weapon, could even hit the broad side of a hanger with no problem. She smiled thinking of the weapons she had fired in the past. She was a crack shot when time permitted for proper stance, aim and ideal conditions. Under fire however, she doubted her abilities would be anything to rave about. That's why she had chosen these three to join her. As she would be training each alone, she chose the barracks to train Adam. He was going to be the closest to her in relationship to physical proximity. She wanted to be sure he could handle it and not be distracted. And Masor would go to the weapons range with her. She hoped his skills could help her and in return she would be able to judge his abilities.
Now for Tal... that was a different matter. He wasn't the strict military type and somehow she doubted his simple skills were all that simple. So she had chosen the arena to practice with him. Weapons, words, hand to hand... they would try them all. She would then choose if he was in uniform with Masor, or in civilian attire with Adam. Something told her he was just glad to be doing something to help. He had mentioned returning to Drunkenwell again. Had she heard him wrong? Or had he been there before? Perhaps his insight there would be of help as well. She would see to the intel help later in the afternoon after seeing Adam before the evening meal. But for now, this morning, she would handle Tal and see where it went from there.
When he arrived, he would see her straddling a resting bench polishing a small hand laser and reading from a datapad. Always present was the recorder. Where it was this time, though, was going to be hard to tell. She couldn't leave it on her person for fear of it being broken in a fight. But she had found the perfect place. The notes she took from it would be invaluable for the mission at hand. That meant the small powerful recorder had to survive. She had her back to the door as he showed up. Her long dark hair, usually down and free, was tied in an elaborate coif on her head and her arms were bare to the short sleeve shirt cuffs. Her tight breeches were tucked into short heeled soft boots and her body looked perfect and fit. Working out had served her well in the past, and she saw no reason to stop now that her life was slightly less … dangerous.
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Old 05-10-2011, 11:25 PM Tal Kote
-Well, to tell the truth, he was a mandalorian at heart, spirit, and even in blood. Almost everyone knew that who fought alongside him in the New Republic? And what was wrong with that. His skills were somewhat all over the place. The SpecForce saw that much during his time in the New Republic, and even after becoming a Lieutenant. A skilled pilot, great in hand-to-hand combat, bladed combat was on a bright side of things, and blaster combat was okay. But whatever he used; well it all depended. It didn't bother him if he had to conceal weapons to bring them out quickly. He just had to be set and prepared. That's what he trained himself for. As a mandalorian and even as a SpecForce lieutenant. Both under cover and in uniform.-
-For this day; it would be different. Well he was called in for a special kind of assignment. A pathfinder from the SpecForce. Well, this would be interesting. The day was a little warmer then usual. And yet this mandalorian still was wearing something that would make a person sweat. A black coat with silver lining, white gloves, a brown belt, black pants, and black shoes with red soles. His hair tied back into a braid that also traveled to the middle of his back.-
Now what?
-This would be something he had to be prepared for. From his approach to the arena that Alizabeth had called him to. It was a matter of being alert and prepared. Something that a mandalorian was always supposed to do. Great? No weapons with himself, and yet he would be able to handle almost any situation. Approaching the subjected area; the mandalorian finally entered, and looked around the area. The door sliding shut behind him.-
-It was rather cooler in the area. But it still had the heat and humidity within the area. If there was a strenious workout then maybe someone would begin sweating. But either way sweat would become a prime factor in this.... whatever they would be doing.-
-His eyes scanned about the room. Yellow..... ready, firm, focused. He was ready. His senses on the alert. After a while his throat cleared away until he turned around to see Alizabeth standing not far from where he was standing. The mandalorian didn't move. He stood in a standard position and stature. His eyes focused in on her as waiting for some kind of action or verbal response.-
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Old 05-10-2011, 11:57 PM Liz
She heard him arrive and left her back to the door on purpose. She had wanted to see his reaction. When she felt his presence pause, she finally glanced over her shoulder. No point in taking a chance she had been amiss in her hearing. Senses could be fooled. Everyone with a mind knew that. She wouldn't take the chance. Seeing him still near the door in an outfit she was sure would become cumbersome in time, she glanced back to the weapon she was polishing. Finishing it, she set it down and picked another up.
“Morning, Tal. Welcome to the arena. I am sure I don't have to tell you what this place it, having trained probably more men and women than I care to count on this very spot. Come... sit with me. We have to talk.”
She didn't look back up but kept her back to him. Others she would have attacked, would have baited, perhaps even drawn blood on to prove a point. But this one was different. She had done her homework. He was skilled in nearly all weapon proficiencies. He may not be perfect at them all, but even some knowledge was better than none in those areas. Just because you weren't an expert didn't mean you couldn't shoot when it was the only thing available. It just meant you would kill with a wider spread than a closer pattern. As to not drawing blood, she didn't see a point. She wanted him as one of the plain clothes detailed if she found one more for their group. If not, perhaps she would see how he felt about being obvious in uniform.
If he decided to join her, she would speak again as he moved towards her. “Why did you say “Drunkenwell, again” last night when I met you? Have you been there before? Tell me about it.” She glanced up and her dark orbs were open and welcoming. She hid nothing from him and hoped only that her seeming willingness to be open would lead him to be the same. He was a Lieutenant. One did not gain rank in the service by being an open book, but also not by being a closed one either. She could only pray to whatever gods listened to the likes of herself, that he had found a balance between the two states of extreme.
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Old 05-11-2011, 12:35 AM Tal
-He didn't really speak; a simple nod was in order. But then again the mandalorian didn't want to be rude at all. This would be a person that he would be protecting. Ah, the good old times back before he joined the New Republic. Standard mercenary word. Protection jobs. At times these kind of jobs would be fairly simple, and then other times.... well they would be as dificult as fighting a rancor or a wookiee warrior. Tal didn't have many jobs that revolved around the duty as a body guard. Well, this would be a perfect time to get in some practice and learn more about the person he would be charged with protecting. He was calm, relaxed, and focused. Either uniformed work or under cover work? It didn't matter much to him.-
-A simple arena; what was to come here? That was for a later time. His throat finally cleared away once more. He wasn't nervous or anything of such a nature. It was of something different. It was just a feeling that helped him talk better. He didn't want to shoot down an opportunity to speak with Alizabeth. The only thing that she brought up was of him speaking of Druckenwel again the previous night when first meeting.-
"Where can I begin with this?"
-His voice held a mandalorian style acsent. It was clearly noticeable if a person could find and recognize it. Not that hard if someone was really attuned to the mandalorian ways. Tal himself could even notice his acsent. Kind of strange, but he did. Thinking it through again; Tal stepped forward taking a 'seat' next to Alizabeth. Was it a long story short moment or did he have to go into explicit detail about him fighting on Druckenwell with the New Republic rangers. That seemed best, but he didn't want to bore her to death about his whole life story during that Druckenwell conflict.-
"I have actually been to Druckenwell before. Once actually before my transfer over to the Devil Dogs unit. This happened when the rangers amongst several others made their way to the planet. I was, of course, one of the soldiers in that little excursion to the planet. I fought at the front lines of battle seeing bloodshed, death, and injury. Pretty much it was something that held much carnage and death. To say I was at the first stage of Druckenwell."
-Crossing his arms as he explained over the detail of what he did on Druckenwell. It was indeed a long story short moment. All he put in was he went to Druckenwell with the New Republic Rangers and fighting on the front lines in complete carnage and bloodshed. He didn't want to go further in as it was something he didn't want to remember. Well, not many wanted to remember that kind of stuff. Hence the reason for him not saying much.-
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Post by Admin on Feb 13, 2015 21:58:36 GMT
Old 05-11-2011, 01:38 AM Liz
Liz listened and nodded. “No need to elaborate on the details. I know war is not a pretty picture to paint.” She heard his accent and smiled. She always loved off world accents. Though here in the Senate, everyone was practically off worlders so it was just neat for her to discover new sounds. Dialects were such a beautiful thing.
“Don't think of the combat, Tal... think of the experience. What can you tell me about Drunkenwell? It's terrain, its people, its peace of mind in regards to the battles and the Republic being there. It seems you have a unique look on what it is like there and it can help us.” She handed him one of the weapons and a cleaning cloth and set the oil between them. She wanted to hear his words but also see him with the weapons. They had been fired recently in training exercises and she had volunteered to clean them up before they were stored. Droids and machines usually did it in half the time, but this was more important. She needed to know about the people who would be with her. She was curious how he would react around such menial and pointless work. She also had a feeling that a straight one on one discussion with him would be better suited if they both had busy work in their hands.
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Old 05-11-2011, 02:02 AM Tal
"The planet itself; I could best describe it as a cheap imitation of Kamino. Blue fields of water and then the subtle green land masses around the planet itself. It has cities that have been overcrowded; which does make in for casualties of those who live there."
-Tal's hands remained on his legs until Alizabeth handed him a blaster based weapon and a cleaning coth. His right hand gripped around the barrel of the blaster. While his eyes scanned it over. Looking into its details, material that was used, and the marks of battle. This one alone looked like it needed some upgrades. But Tal really didn't want to go in and mess with weapons that he was assigned to upgrade or anything. Not unless he was asked to. Gripping the cleaning cloth with his other hand he proceeded to clean and shine the weapon.-
When was the last time I did this to my prosthetic limbs?
"I really can't say much as to what the people of Druckenwell are like. During the first stage of battle on that world; we never really ran across any Druckenwellian; unless as a casualty ratio deal. So there really isn't much to say what their view is on the New Republic coming there in the first place or for that matter even fighting there."
-The mandalorian's hand motions on the blaster weapon stopped. Removing the cloth from the weapon he lifted it up. Saftey was on - which was a good thing overall. Tossing it into the air he caught it by the grip and aimed it forward at a training dummy. Sight was off and the trigger felt a little loose. This was actually eating at the mandalorian. So instead of continuing to clean he set the cloth down and pulled out a hidden screwdriver and began tweeking and fixing up what was needed.-
"From what I've seen and heard in the past. Many inhabited people of different planets aren't to happy with military coming involved with their problems. And, to be honest, I can't blame them. Sometimes there are just those personal matters that can't be solved by the military of a specific faction. It is often a personal issue that the people of that world have to solve on their own."
I know I'd probably do the same thing if anything.
"After all push does come to shove, correct?"
-Tightening up one last screw on the weapon; Tal set the screwdriver down and reached over for the cloth to shine the weapon up. The nail biting scenario of fixing a few problems was over with now. What he had said was on his own words and what he believed. His own opinion. Some would agree and some wouldn't, and that was fine. He was always one for words in telling what he believed. Heck, if anything, he could of gone into politics as well, but choose not to.-
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Old 05-11-2011, 02:24 AM Liz
She listened to his report of the planet and smiled. “So do you believe we should be going back? This time with weapons again and to fight again? You do know the reason I am going is to help bring them into the fold of the Republic, don't you? If you have any doubts, I would not blame you for changing your mind about going.” She watched as he frowned then fixed the weapon he had been working on. A good eye for detail on such battered, old, outdated weapons meant his own arsenal was probably top of the line for what he desired and therefor meticulously detailed and in fine working order for sure.
“Tal, I know you are a Lieutenant for the Army, but may I ask why you are joining us? I mean... surely if you have a view that we should butt out and not interfere, then this mission to help them join the Republic must rankle you on some deep level. Doesn't it?” She watched him finish the weapon he was working on and nodded for him to help himself to another.
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Old 05-11-2011, 02:43 AM Tal
"I'm not sure what to believe. There will be always conflict, fighting, and bloodshed. It can't be helped. I've already seen my fare share of problems, and it ain't just from the first battle that participated on Druckenwell. There has been more in my past. Using weapons is just another way to promote fear and aggression. I'm not saying that the New Republic is doing any of this. It's nothing like that; we are trying to keep the galaxy at peace."
-The remembering of weapons brought Tal to think about his own people. The mandalorians; were they simply arsenal walking men. Weapons and all to fight and kill. That isn't wat Tal had done. He really didn't like shedding blood on a battlefield, but all in all it couldn't really be helped. Exhaling a breath of air; he lowered the blaster down to his side setting it on the bench the two of them were sitting on.-
I really never liked fighting anyway.
"My reason. I really don't know; it sort of hard to describe what I can do to help in a turnover of a planet to the New Republic. I have my own opinions on planets joining different sides of conflict and battle. I mean from where I am from.... in my clan..... we really don't have any alliances with the leader or any outside factions. We strive to live in peace and harmony without any war or conflict. It's only the people's decision of whether they want to go on and pursue something."
-Reaching over he grasped a hold of another weapon. This one felt a little lighter then the last one. Probably some modifications where done on this one. Looking it over everything seemed okay with it. Maybe a few tightening of the screws and a pollish; then it would be fine. Reaching for the cloth he proceeded with cleaning the weapon first before anything else.-
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Old 05-13-2011, 02:07 AM Liz
“I understand what you mean. Making a planet choose sides hardly seems fair. I mean if they came to us and asked to join and the other side tried to stop it... that would be different.” She finished the weapon she was working on and picked up another. She admired the way he had looked for the small things.
“With you be a lieutenant, you will have the rank in the group. I will defer to you on the best way to split us up should something happen. IF the need arises, I prefer the reporter and intel go with two armed escorts for safety and the other one or two of you stay with me.” She laughed softly. “I am no martyr but I will probably put my already targeted neck out slightly further before withdrawing. I am just admitting up front I am a bit stubborn.”
Resting the weapon in her lap she watched him for a moment. “I am sure you will have no problem giving orders to your men that will ensure our safety. But my two questions are, will you be able to follow my orders as well? I mean, if I say to press on or even to withdraw, will you do it? Even if your gut instinct is the opposite? And if it is against your gut instinct... will you tell me why it is before you just flat disobey me?” She wanted his honesty. She doubted this would be anything more than for show. But one never knew. If she was 100% sure nothing would happen, she wouldn't be taking them with her.
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Post by Admin on Feb 13, 2015 22:04:59 GMT
Old 05-13-2011, 02:34 AM Tal
Who wouldn't be stubborn?
-Heck, even mandalorians were stubborn as well. There was no admitting that Tal himself was in fact stubborn. But when it came to decision making and figuring certain motives or actions out.... well he was well ahead of the draw. He continued to fix at the weapon agreeing with most of the words that Alizabeth had been saying; well, until her two questions came up. Both of his hands lowered down to his lap. Resting the weapon calmly in it.-
"I maybe a rank higher then most individuals.... even Adam and Masor, but I still treat others as equals. But I am sure Adam and Masor will follow orders given by either of us to the end. I will follow the orders that you hand out."
No matter what they are?
"Even if my senses believe in something else. My gut instinct say of something different; I will still follow and tell you why I believe of something different. Safety is, however, a primary concern here."
-It was all on keeping Alizabeth alive and well. It was from some memories that Tal knew how it felt to lose something precious to him. Two of which was his right arm and left leg, but he would tell Alizabeth about those things later. Right now they where on a different subject, and this wasn't even needed at all.-
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Old 05-13-2011, 02:53 AM Liz
She listened and nodded. “I am sure you treat them equally. But I hope that when push comes to shove and things get sticky, you can step up and order them about.” She smiled again and tilted her head looking at him slightly askance as she asked her other question. “The other thing is, if push comes to shove, are you capable of dragging me kicking and screaming if need be? I am hoping it never comes to it, but if I become blinded and unaware, or unwilling to see, danger before us... can you find it in you to forget I am female? Forget I am a Senate Representative, forget everything and just be a Lieutenant and take charge?”
She absently rubbed the same weapon she had already finished, unaware she was fidgeting. It was very hard for her to ask someone to save her from herself. But she didn't know what to expect on Drunkenwell. If things went sour, as sometimes they did, would she be able to count on his skills to keep them all safe... when she failed to.
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Old 05-13-2011, 01:23 PM Tal
"I will do anything to keep you and my friends safe from harm."
-The thing was; Alizabeth didn't know everything there was needed to know about this mandalorian. Sure records held him in as an individual from the planet of Manda'yaim. Born and raised in a small village that was home to one specific clan. But there was still a good number of things that Tal hadn't truly explained to the New Republic. He still held many secrets. Wasn't even a good idea to actually speak of these. Show her of his right arm and perform a small explanation of his leg.-
It wasn't even during my active duty with the New Republic?
"Now the thing is will you be willing to leave me behind. Like if I give you the order to move on ahead without me? Are you willing to push forward without me at your side. In case the scenario gets worse, and I decide to stay behind. Will you keep going with Masor and Adam to reach safety?"
-Gripping the blaster with his hand; he lifted into the air and looked it over. It was a fine weapon. Tweaking the smaller things that came into play. That was what they were at the moment. Body guards. Nothing wrong with that; Tal didn't mind it, and it sure did get him more experience with the New Republic SpecForce unit.-
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Old 05-14-2011, 02:11 AM Liz
Alizabeth smiled. No one had ever turned the tables on her. "I promise I will leave if I can't safely get us all out. But I'll be as stubborn as you and probably stick around longer than I should. But I'm no matyr, as I said." She laughed and shook her head. "I promise not to commit suicide or die for no good reason. Seems we have a deal, Mr Kote."
She winked before he could protest, "I mean Lt. Tal." Putting down the weapon she had been overly fiddling with for five minutes, she looked right at him and grew serious. "I want you to show me something useful I should know that may help. Whether it's a blade skill, weapon skill, fighting skill, escape skill.... Teach me something. I admit it is because I am curious about your thought process. I want to know what you consider important."She set her hands on her thighs, resettled her feet flat on the dirt floor and smiled. "I'm ready...." She just hoped she was.
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Old 05-15-2011, 03:44 AM Tal
"Please, just call me Tal. Nothing more; nothing less."
Is this necessary?
-He couldn't really help, but look over to Alizabeth. How this whole thing was actually working? Well it didn't really say as much to him. It didn't bother him as much for Alizabeth to be wanting him to show her something. Heck that was what most people wanted mandalorians to do. Not much of a problem. Considering that he had a prosthetic that could really do some damage? Well then now what. He had to think it over for a bit. Nope. Maybe he'd just go ahead and display it now instead of waiting later. All he could do was a simple exhale.-
Well here we go?
-Standing to his feet; the blaster in hand he moved it over sitting it back on the bench. Instead of using some kind of weapon; well, the mandalorian figured it would be best to go ahead and show right how what he had up his sleeve. Or rather on himself as of this moment. He took only a few steps over... about ten feet away and stopped and turned about.-
"You want to see the tricks I have, yes? Well then instead of performing come here and take a swing at me. Now don't hurt yoursel as there will be a surprise to be shown and not taken in so lightly."
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Old 05-15-2011, 03:59 AM Liz
Liz saw …. something... war within his features. It was as if he was weighing and measureing her. She hoped she didn't fall short. When she called her over, she rose and went to him.
“Take a swing at you? Ok....” She knew when lessons began with such statements, they usually ended with the swinging arm on a body soon resting on the floor. She had resigned herself to such things and smiled. She had asked for it. Better to be sore in the arena than dead on the mission.
For a split second she wondered if she was taking all of this a bit far. Surely a datapad, a grumbling grunt assigned from a ground unit and a pretty smile was all she was going to need... right?
The thought swiftly left her head and a second later her right arm was sailing towards his midsection. Most men expected women to slap them. But she was no ordinary woman. Her stand shifted slightly as she anchored her weight and dropped her center of gravity slightly for a better follow thru. She looked like she was going to raise her arm in an open slap, but halfway up she arched the swing sharply inwards towards his ribs and curled her fingers into a fist.
If he caught the swift change in direction, merely lowering his arm would block her. If he thought his face was still the target, and had raised his arm to block it, then his ribs would be exposed and her knuckled fist would collide with his lower ribcage. It tended to give slightly more than further up the chest plate.
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Post by Admin on Feb 13, 2015 22:11:12 GMT
Old 05-15-2011, 10:18 PM Tal
-At first Tal was a little nervous about this thing. He had a prosthetic that had broken another's arm through fighting. The material was that strong. Something of a weapon made entirely out of mandalorian iron. Something that was needed for him to make it through the ranks of the New Republic. Both his right arm along with his left leg. Well it didn't bother him as much; it'd be just Alizabeth's reaction. And yet he didn't want to hurt her at all. Just to simply show her what his body was capable of that's all.-
Ready? Aim? and Block?
-That was all that was needed.-
-His eyes scanned over to see where Alizabeth was coming in at for this whole thing. Her right arm came up first followed by her left arm. Well he would definitely have to use both of his arms to block the attacks. Would they hurt? Possibly. And yet he didn't want to shed any pain to the individual he would be guarding. But instead it was a curled punch to his ribs section. An easy enough block. He only asked for one swing after all.-
-After all he was hopping for his left arm to lower down for the block, but he didn't. Instead his right arm moved down. His fingers opened up wide grabbing onto Alizabeth's hand before the punch could even connect. The slamming effect wasn't as hard, but it was put into play that there was something different about this arm of his. His gripped tightened only slightly, but after a while he loosened up and stepped away from Alizabeth while lowering his arm down to his side. His gaze matched hers as he waited for a response.-
"Are you surprised or do you want an explanation?"
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Old 05-15-2011, 10:30 PM Liz
Liz was started at his right arm crossing down. But to surprise him, she was not surprised at the prosthetic. “I am guessing you are inquiring if I am confused by your arm. The answer is no. I read your file and know you have a transplanted right arm and left leg. I didn't ask for or seek the details to why. That has no bearing on our mission. But physical augmentations, as well as weaknesses, is something did research.” She smiled and nodded and rolled her hand till her palm turned up. Raising her arm slightly, her lithe porcelain white fingers caressed softly over the bottom of the metallic appendage. It was oddly cool to the touch and felt like nothing she had felt before.
Looking back up as she dropped her hand she smiled once more. “If you care to tell me more, I would love to listen. But if you do, then please tell me because you desire it, Tal... not because you feel you owe me an explanation, please.” She then laughed softly. “And please, teach me how you grabbed my arm like that. I just assumed you would block me by dropping your left arm.” She shook her head and allowed him to see she was truly startled by his reaction.
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Old 05-15-2011, 11:59 PM Tal
How does she know about my replacements?
"How did you find out; the New Republic holds zero knowledge about these 'things'."
-There really wasn't any need to go into full explanation about how he obtained a mechanical arm and leg. It was as much of a secret to not even explain what had happened during a brief stay on Manda'yaim. More or less a battle/fight that went wrong. For a moment his eyes closed trying to reflect on everything. The loss of his limbs, and then obtaining of new ones. Yeah that was surely painful. He didn't want to remember or relive that moment. It was bad enough to live through the whole surgery of gaining the mandalorian iron made ones.-
"The story is something I'd rather not want to go into about."
-His leg wasn't really visible to see, but his right arm.... well it seemed best to go ahead and reveal it. Through the white glove it was only a little cool, but touching the material all out would have it even colder then normal. His right hand reached over pulling the first glove off. Switching the glove over to his left hand he reached over with it and pulled the glove off of his right hand. Gripping them firmly he proceeded with un-buttoning his jacket and pulling it off. Beneath it he was wearing a sleeveless black shirt.-
-There his right arm traveled up-most to his shoulder. A complete shoulder overal, complete arm, and a complete wrist, hand, and fingers. If Alizabeth thought it was cool then; well, then wait till she touched the appendage now. Much, much, colder. His hand extended outward for her to get at a second feel.-
"Now as to how I was able to catch your attack; it was just a simple reflex. The training I received back at home helped me become at a better warrior overal. And it enhanced my reflexes. So I was easily able to block the attack you made."
((ooc- Tal's prosthetic limbs))
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Old 05-16-2011, 12:19 AM Liz
She shook her head and winked. “The Senate knows... I am sorry I can't reveal the source. But I assure you, the secret remains with me.” She bit her lip sensing something warring within him. “I am sorry I mentioned it. But it was something I specifically searched for, Tal. I am sorry. You will be guarding my life and those around us. While your command and those over you may know all there is to know, simply asking would serve no purpose and I would have learned nothing. I hope you can forgive me and know that your secret is safe with me.”
As he revealed his arm, her response was genuine awe and a sense of impressiveness. “I read... but never imagined. I mean I have never seen anything like it...” As he offered her a chance to touch it once more, her fingers lightly danced over the arm as she stepped closer. “It's cold...” She laughed almost like a child at some strange winter fest having never seen snow before. She traced his arm down over his fingers and turned her own palm till it was flat against the bottom of his. She looked at him and smiled. “Forgive me...” she withdrew and stepped back once more. “I am impressed indeed. The workmanship is superb and incredibly well done. I am honored you shared this with me. Now I know it is not on par with what you have shared, I feel you deserve to know a bit of something from myself that I prefer you not tell about.”
She looked down and stepped back a moment thinking before looking back up at him. “This is my first assignment, Tal. I was barely accepted to the Senate Intern program a week ago. And I never finished higher education, so I am winging it.” The laugh this time was full of nervousness. “I am scared out of my wits. Scared to fail, scared to succeed and scared someone will be hurt and it will be my fault. Does that make any sense? Can you see now why I have gone to such extremes? Anyone in their right mind would have grabbed a datapad and flown off to Drunkenwell without another thought. Some Commander on the ground there would be upset at some desk jockey come to make waves and would assign some half-bit grunt to them as protection. That grunt wouldn't be the best, because the Commander wouldn't accept the loss to his manpower. But he wouldn't send the worst for fear of seeming uncaring. So instead, I tried to cover all the bases. I want to be self sufficient once on the planet and not have to worry about making anyone feel left out, picked on or put upon. Can you understand?” She bit her lip realizing she had rambled on and was pacing. She paused and stayed where she was, her right side to Tal, but her gaze someplace further down the arena as if trying to see a purpose she KNEW was there, but couldn't see.
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Old 05-16-2011, 01:56 AM Tal
-Tal lowered his arm down; the black coat had been settled on the bench along with his white gloves. His right arm had lowered down after Alizabeth's fingers grazed over the cold slick material that was his arm. Made entirely out of mandalorian iron or what the mandalorians had called it beskar. Tal stood there for a moment listening into what Alizabeth had to say until the words 'I am scared' touched her lips. Fear was hindering her. She was scared of failing in her mission. Now who wouldn't be afraid on their first mission? Boy Tal was when he had to travel to Druckenwell for the first time in a attle of death and carnage. He stood there for a moment; thinking over what she said. Not even a moments of moving.-
Fear?
-What could be remembered more then a fear of lifting a simple blaster up, wielding a bladed weapon, or simply fighting in the hand-to-hand combat style. Well, Tal held a fear of it before. So he knew what Alizabeth was going through. What she had said had brought something back to this blond haired mandalorian, and it wasn't just leaving his homeworld to travel the galaxy. It was way before that.-
"Afraid? You don't know what fear is until you've lived through what I've lived through."
-Stepping closer; Tal lifted his right arm up and placed his hand on her shoulder. He wanted to make her feel comfortable. This kind of mission was no laughing matter, and he understood why she would go through such extreme measures. Not just because of a simple mission of diplomacy. There was always something that could catch up to them. An assassin? Enemy ships? Almost anything could really happen. But he wanted to show that there was nothing to fear of. Heck, even he was afraid, but would he admit it? Probably...... not.-
"I had a fear before even joining the New Republic, before even leaving Manda'yaim. Yes I conquered it, and sometimes I still have a small ounce of that fear returning to me. When I first went to Druckenwell; I was scared out of my mind. A mandalorian you say? Yes, a mandalorian. But I learned that fighting is something you know you have to do. And now here I am on a mission of protection. It seems like that first time over again. So the question you are going to ask is 'Am I afraid or do I feel fear?', and the answer is yes. This is the first mission I have had of protection of someone like you. So yes I am afraid of something going wrong."
But I know I have friends that will have my back?
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Post by Admin on Feb 13, 2015 22:22:47 GMT
Old 05-17-2011, 03:50 AM Liz
She listened to his words. But she also felt his unspoken fear as well. “We will both be in new territory this time. But between us, and with Masor and Adam, we will be fine.” She smiled and reached to touch his artificial arm once more, as if reassuring him that it didn't bother her. “I know you will not fail me, the Senate or the military you love so much. And I will not fail in making sure that comes true. Deal?” She laughed and held her hand out to shake his.
This was one of those personal and private moments she doubted either of them would ever mention again. But it was there, now, between them. And somehow, at least on her end, the admittance of such a fear of failing, made it a bit easier to accept. She wouldn't fail... not this time. There was too much at stake, too many people depending on her, and too many good people helping her make it happen.
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Old 05-17-2011, 05:03 PM Tal
-After a while; his hand lowered down. It was still raised somewhat in case he needed to do something. Alizabeth had a very good point to bring in. They were both a part of a faction that they loved. The New Republic held something that each of them could tell stories about. The senate, the army, and finally the intel. Alizabeth was one of those political individuals; to which Tal really didn't like into much about the whole political thing. It didn't make much sense to him and yet, he was able to put out words that held true meaning.-
Not all hope is lost
-Failing a mission was not a part of the assignment; well at least in Tal's book. He was a mandalorian, and so failure was not an option. In some cases failure happened and it couldn't really be helped at all. Even from Alizabeth's worlds he felt all the more better about this whole thing. Lifting the same hand while his left remained in his pants pocket; he reached out grasping onto Alizabeth's hand.-
"Deal."
-It was a firm grasp, but not tight to the point where he would cut off the ciruclation in her hand. It was soft as much as he could make it. This was what a mandalorian handshake was all about. A simple grasping on the hand with a tight grip. But Tal's grip wasn't tight so it was somewhat of a loose handshake to start off with.-
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Old 05-19-2011, 10:18 PM Tal
Alizabeth laughed and shook his hand. Knowing he was taking it easy on her, she grasped his hand just a little harder. “Deal,” she repeated.
As she released her grasp she looked around. “So, I was going to spar, or see your style or 'something' so we could feel better about being paired up for this mission.” She laughed softly. “But something tells me we have gone far and beyond that. So now I will ask you...” and she paused realizing how ridiculous that sounded, but continued anyway, “Is there anything you wish to ask or know of me?”She relaxed a bit and looked at him a she wondered what he was thinking.
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Old 05-20-2011, 02:17 AM Tal
-Tal cracked a smile at the attempt Alizabeth made into shaking his hand. But he also had smiled in about the whole idea of the promise that had been made between the two of them. It wasn't anything simple at all. It all had something to do with Druckenwell, and what they were going to be doing there in the first place.-
"You know I have been asked numerous questions on how do the mandalorians get to know each other better? Some say it is through battle. Although that maybe true, it isn't. You've prooved that much to me. I am sometimes seen as a jedi through my own beliefs. Heck some people believe I am a politician like you. It is true I can be like that, but I am a pacifist. I don't want to fight, but will to figure out what I am fighting for. We actually don't need to spar to tell each other about one another. It isn't needed. We've already learned enough through what we've said to each other, and yet...."
-A small pause came into the mandalorian lieutenant.-
"There is still more that I'd like to learn about from you. Learn about you actually? Like one question has been on my mind for a while now since meeting with you."
One question that eats at us all?
"Why did you decide to join the New Republic in the first place anyway?"
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Old 05-20-2011, 03:01 AM Liz
Alizabeth had been expecting a lot of things, but that wasn't one of them. Why had she decided to join?
Without thinking more than a moment, she glanced down at the suddenly fascinating toe of her boot. “To be honest, I didn't think I would be accepted.” She looked up at him and headed back to the bench to begin putting the weapons away. “You see, I didn't get into any higher education programs. To be honest, I never tried. I wanted to do something with my life. Not just spend a decade in school learning a bunch of things when the first thing you hear at a new job is 'Forget everything you learned, things are different here'.” She put the weapons into the cases they had come from. The Weapons Master had said he would send someone to fetch them at a later time.
“I had actually asked for a different type of assignment when I went to get my first one from Mr Channel. But he suggested I do the Drunkenwell alliance finality.” She finally looked back up at him and shook her head. “I don't know why I joined... but I know this is why I will stay. To do the work that I am called to do. Someone needs to do it. And why not someone with passion who isn't clouded by a bunch of book nonsense and fears of what is being done 'by the book' or 'as was taught'? Why not by someone who knows what political dancing is truly about?” She looked away once more. “I know how to dance, from verbal banter to ballroom patterns. I can sit at a dinner table and converse with the best of them who think only degrees and life can give you knowledge.” She bit her lip realizing she was rambling. Her voice lowered slightly as she finished. “I guess I joined because I wanted to make a difference in a way that a severely educated person is incapable. Does that make sense?”
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Old 05-20-2011, 03:16 AM Tal
-Tal watched her movements; everything that she made up until now. There really wasn't much to put into it all. Everyone had their own reasons of joining the New Republic. Tal's were that of personal, but never left the thought of his head. After a while he looked up to Alizabeth and smiled slightly.-
"Yes."
Although what I would say would be that of something different.
-Lifting his right hand up he clenched it into a firm tight fist. The mechanics of the arm working in unison of what Tal wanted them to do. His own bright yellow eyes lowered down onto the silver like material.-
"You know I never thought I'd see myself joining the New Republic. I never really expected them to accept someone of my kind. And yet they did. You see the echani, several different mandalorians, and even others fighting alongside each other. And well, that does say something."
-After a while; he lowered his hand. The grip that had formed loosened up. Did what he say make him sound like some kind of politician or jedi. Not at all. It was what he thought from the heart. It didn't matter what kind of species one was at all. He just wanted to find his reason for fighting. Maybe even deciding to leave the New Republic. But now wasn't the time. He had other plans after all.-
"I don't know my own reason for joining the New Republic, but I am sure you can understand me? Can't you?"
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Old 05-23-2011, 11:04 PM Liz
Alizabeth nodded. “I understand. Sometimes we just do what our souls tell us. Sometimes there is no rhyme or reason. And sometimes, even in hindsight, there is no real answer.” She finished boxing up the last of the weapons and looked at him from the bench. “If you are sure you are ready to take this crazy assignment on,” she smiled at him, “then I am crazy enough to let. And will gladly love your experience and company. And when we come back,” She winked and nodded at his prosthetic arm, “you will have to show me some tricks that can help me without one of those.” She laughed softly and rose sliding the recorder deftly from under the bench and into her pocket as she retrieved her jacket.
“Deal?”
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Old 05-24-2011, 01:35 AM Tal
-Now there was no other choice but to let out a chuckle. And why not; it was the first time that Tal was actually able to get a laugh in that revolved around his prosthetic. It didn't bother him at all. Not in the least bit worried. The normally quiet and well knowledged mandalorian was actually getting somewhere in this. How could he refuse such an action. Heck this little excursion was almost like a wild goose chase without the goose.-
"You'd be surprised at the number of things I can do that really don't revolve around getting permission."
My other skills to be more precise.
-It wasn't just his skills as a pathfinder for the SpecForce or those mechanical skills he had of hacking and fixing some kind of equipment up. Nothing like that. He was actually speaking of his piloting skills, and boy where they piloting skills.-
-Walking over he grabbed a hold of his black jacket and secured it over his arms along with the gloves covering his hands. Buttoning the top button of the jacket; Tal's bright yellow eyes scanned over to Alizabeth's general location. All he could perform was a simple nod in response to what she had said. A simple agreement or something verbal was more of along those lines.-
"Why not; let's have it at a deal. The only question that remains is when do we leave?"
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Post by Admin on Feb 13, 2015 22:28:05 GMT
Old 05-24-2011, 02:03 AM Liz
Liza laughed as she saw the Mandalorian smile. It was the first time he had shown mirth and his smile was a warm, genuine thing.
“As to when we leave, be ready. I would say two days at the least. Perhaps a week on the outside. I will know more after I speak to Mr. Channel and Ms Darksun later tomorrow afternoon.” She watched him get ready to go and smiled. “Is that enough time to be ready?” She headed for the door smiling. This was going to be a great team. She just hoped, in a small place deep inside, that they would be so bored that the last two days will seem foolish and over protective. One could always hope.
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Old 05-24-2011, 11:33 PM Tal
Two days.... maybe a week.
-That was enough time to get themselves ready. SpecForce was meant to be ready all the time anytime. They had to be prepared for battle and even protection when it came. For Tal.... acting in on the commanding officer of this would need to be especially ready.-
"There isn't any need to worry about the SpecForce. We've been trained to be prepared no matter what the situation is. Two days or a week; we'll be set and ready for departure."
-A simple pause came in Tal's voice. His posture shifted; his yellow eyes shifted over to Alizabeth.-
"Just be sure you are ready for this as well m'lady."
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Old 05-24-2011, 11:39 PM Liz
Ready for this as well....
Was she? Had she bitten off more than she could chew? All she knew is she had to go. There was no turning back now. Too much time, people and resources invested.
"I will be ready, Tal. I promise." She felt it was a bit of a lie. But no one ever went into a situation like this thinking otherwise. As she held the door for him, she smiled. "So I will contact you in a day or so with details of departure and such. Is there anything else for the mission you will need from me?"
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Old 05-25-2011, 03:09 AM Tal
"Be sure to be. As the people of my clan say 'Pressure makes gems, ease makes decay'. We don't have to bite off more then we can chew."
-A small smile came to Tal's face. It was basic for another translation that took place in mando'a. This little saying was interesting through means of the Kote Clan, because almost everyone knew about it from the clan. It really did have some meaning to it. But overall his gut instincts along with everything else told him to protect Alizabeth no matter what the cause was.-
Warrior's pride always gets in the way. Sheesh.
"I'll be waiting for that call."
-Turning away from Alizabeth he proceeded to exit the room, but stopped just short of the door. His gaze remained locked and firm forward. A simple exhale escapped his breath.-
"Oh and Alizabeth; you don't have to worry this team will keep you safe. I'll keep you safe even if it kills me."
Darn warrior's pride!
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Old 05-26-2011, 12:21 AM Liz
Pressure makes gems... ease makes decay....
She knew similar sayings and was glad someone understood the situation. As he departed she smiled and started to follow him.
“Oh, and Alizabeth, you don't have to worry. This team will keep you safe. I'll keep you safe even if it kills me.” His words made her heart ache. She hoped it wouldn't come to that. She also knew that to speak that thought aloud would merely undercut his gesture.
So she said the only thing she could think of that wouldn't wound his pride, or make her seem ungrateful … or not understanding. “Thank you, Lt. Kote. I have no doubt in that.” She bit her lip then and watched him walk away. Something told her diplomacy with him would be as fun a dance as those at Drunkenwell. Mandalorian had a code that was etched in them from birth. She didn't know how well he stuck to that code, but she knew she would die herself rather than cause him injury through insult.
Once he was gone, she left the room and keyed the lock so no one would bother the weapons.
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