Welcome to Blenjeel -[Kriegar Skirata]-

[Vercopa]

It had only been several months since the Empire betrayed her on Alderaan, and she was still struck by the loss of Fox a few months before that. Sitting on her luxury couch in the main hold of the Cirmson Fox, she had time to be lost in thought, away from the anxiety-driving contacts and brokers. It was essentially her time for the first time in days, and it was pretty relaxing. She knows it wouldn't last forever, but it was good enough now than never.

Now, I've finally caught up to that Deathwatch bandit leader... Burned my village, shot Fox, convinced the Empire to trade me off... It's my time for revenge! But this Blenjeel was hard to find, even with the contractor's information... Suddenly, the Crimson Fox came out of hyperspace above the vast planet. Jumping up and into the pilot's seat, she got a look at the world... It had to be complete uninhabited desert... No landmarks, empty.

"This makes finding their camp harder than I'd like it to..."

Flipping on an advanced scanner, she search the sandsea for any traces of the Death Watch rogues. Still is unbelievable... There has to be millions of crashed ships all over this planet... Some dating to the pre-Republic era? This isn't right... Oh well- Ah, I think I found them! Now, to land a few miles off from their- As the Crimson Fox eased down toward the planet, a shock from what looked like an electrical anomaly hit her hard, blasting the ship and overloading the entire vehicle completely, sending it plummeting down to the giant, hot world. As she ripped through orbit, Vercopa did everything in her power to manually land the Crimson Fox at it's destination, without dying in the process... As she ripped downward, the desert became more and more clear, getting closer and closer. Pulling up right before she hit, she managed to crash into a dune hard, throwing Vercopa out of the seat, but landing with what would be considered minor damage.

"... Nailed it."

Shaking off her whiplash, she suited up, attaching Fox's cape to her armor. Placing her helmet atop her head, she adjusted it for desert conditions, as she opened the doors to check her surroundings. As soon as she did, her HUD instantly went haywire... Static, electrical disturbance, audio enhancers loud and distorted... Shutting down the HUD immediately, she collected herself for a second. Can't use that... Hopefully my weapons aren't effected like that... Using Fox's cape like a desert cloak, she walked out into the sandsea, stopping to survey.

It obviously was a grave yards of ships, as far as you could see was either sand or derelict ship, with the rare rock. Finding them is going to be hard... Shrugging, she went to check the damage to the Crimson Fox, only lightly dropping her guard. Only slight integrity loss... Still space ready. Just need some replacement parts, which should be easy to do here. Seriously, this place is a gold mine of parts. I wonder why people don't scavenge here often!

Making her way to a downed merchant ship, she felt a slight rumbling in the earth. Cautious, she checked for the source. Just the heat playing with my head? Must be. Contuning, she made it to the ghostship, and it looked empty, no one home... And this is a recent ship! She saw it a few days ago at the space station in Corellia. There's no skeletons in this desert... No bodies... No signs of these ships ever being owned... What could have happened... As she was lost in thought, she was surprised as the ground below here fell out, as Vercopa peered downward to she a sand burrower maw beneath her feet, bearing in wide maw of thousands of razor blades. Haar'chak!  

[Arina Fawzi]

((OOC: Hope I got the whole 'HUD dying' thing right. Didn't really know what you wanted, but I hope this works! ))

As the details of the job were explained to him, Kriegar was going to refuse; fetching some kind of relic was work for errand boys, not a man of his nature. Yet the price they were offering seemed far to over the top for just a simple task, and he became curious. Besides, the money would be enough to cover fuel there and back, plus a fair amount extra for his own personal reasons... why the hell not.
So here he was ankle deep in sand and scanning the sea of dirt before him for any kind of ship recognition in his HUD. The intel given to him was limited, and it had been a bit of a goose chase to come up with a last known location. Readings were going off the charts in terms of ship locations, but none of them seemed to prove positive matches. A lot of 3%, 8%, and maybe the occasional 11% but they were all too old to be worth searching. A waste of time.

With a heavy, and grumpy, sigh Kriegar climbed back onto his speeder bike and dug around in a side bag for a pair of macrobinoculars. While his HUD was capable of many amazing feats, there was one area of the desert that was giving off weird readings, something that almost blocked his tech from penetrating. Zooming closer in to view he got the same kind of result, fuzzy and full of static. Scowling, he chucked it away and steered his way closer.

Instantly the sand seemed to fade away as ships became more and more common. That's when his HUD went out. Slowing to a stop, the weapon smith yanked off the bucket to study it. No hits, no cracks, nor was there any kind of jamming signal. It just went dead.
Dismounting, he surveyed the area... it seemed as if ships had fallen to this kind of fate. This must be a dead zone, and why it was, Kriegar didn't really care. It was unfortunate, but no set back... not for a mandalorian. Replacing the helmet, he decided to leave the speeder where it was so it didn't meet the same fate as the ships in this... graveyard.
A rumbling drew his attention as a ship hurtled toward the dirt. Great. Company.
Grabbing what gear he needed, he suited up and ensure his jetpack was secure against his back before setting off to the crash site. Whoever it was could probably use a hand... and by that he meant it was interrogation time until he got what information he needed.

A roar and the sounds of shifting sand drew his attention before he could make it there. Despite his HUD not functioning, he could still make out the armor of a Mando’ade… and the sand burrower. Cursing, he reached behind him and bypassed the integrated circuitry (from his HUD) to manual control. Bracing his legs and punching the emergency switch, the jetpack roared to life and he took off.

He hit the Mandalorian dead on, pushing the pair into a mountain of sand rather heavily and causing them to roll a few feet until Kriegar was able to reach around and turn it off. With sand spraying from his tattooed armor, the Mando’ade stood… cracked his slugthrower shotgun, shoved in the slugs and flicked off the safety. Shouldering the weapon, he reached into a pouch and pulled out two thermo detonators. Without taking his eyes off the worm, threw them back to his rescu-ee. They were Mando’ae, they had better know what to do with them.

[Jack Dresden]

Caught off her guard, she knew this wasn't good in the least, jumping upward, away from the burrower. Calming herself, she raised her only arm and pointed it down the nightmares razor filled gullet, pushing everything out around her... Until she was speared out of the air by something unknown to her. After colliding with a mountain of sand at high force, she rolled up to get a look at what saved her, and who they were. Without too much thought, it was clear to her at it was another Mandalorian... Probably not Death Watch, they are not known to save True Mandalorians... His armor was different but traditional, and with markings all over it. He was clearly ready to fight already, in stance with a slugthrower. This is not so ordinary... 

    Watching him toss over a pair of thermal detonators, she caught them with relative ease. Not wanting to seem helpless, she attached them to her belt in between her sectioned armor, before taking out her vectoring sniper rifle, and using the other warrior's shoulder to quickly line up a shot. Flying through the sand worm's mouth, the shot pierced through it's back, wounding it slightly... As it retreated, she grabbed the other Mandalorian and jetted them toward a ship wreckage, dropping a thermal detonator where they had just been as another worm came up and swallowed it. Not wasting time, she moved over to a large vertical mass of metal and began cutting it with her flamethrower, making a precision cut to weaken it's integrity.

Finishing up, he moved over to the right area, lined herself up and nodded. Smiling under her helmet, she shot off a wrist rocket into it, causing it to slowly fall downward... Rocking and creaking the derelict cruiser, as the pillar fell into the sand, shaking the world around them, and surprisingly enough making a safe bridge to her ship, after all the dust cleared in the area. The noise from this encounter was one of the loudest things she herself had ever experienced, and having fought many battles in the Clone Wars, that must count for something... She could see that the sand dunes around them shifted like crazy, all the individual burrowers in their immediate area had gone mad. Ah... Like any sand ANYTHING, they use prey's motion to catch food... Cute.

Noticing the sun had been fading slowly, she cursed inside her head. Her brokers and many spacers warned her about the night on this planet. She would have to wait until morning to get after the Death Watch here... Which reminded her of the guy she used as a bipod. Looking over at the fellow Mandalorian, she nodded in his direction, watching what he was doing... And since they were going to be stuck here, she thought to introduce herself.

"Hiya... Guy person, I am Vera. Thanks for saving me and letting me borrow that thermal detonator... I'll be sure to get you a new one. But ummm... Before we get to introducing each other... Being out in the open at night is not good, which seems to be rapidly approaching... Sand worms big enough to eat full grown Sarlacc come out at night. My ship as motion dampering so the worms don't know it exists in theory."

Pointing over to the path of destruction leading to her ship, she laughed.

"I got rare maps of the areas here, if you came to this place searching for something, I might have something. Your free to kill yourself going out here in the pitch black, but I'm not going to, so as long as we aren't killing one another, we can find shelter in there."

Turning to the dunes, she was startled by the symphony of roars, caused by all the sand crawlers in the area.

"Especially since I've warned half the planet's worth of Burrowers that we are here... The decision is your's, I won't bother you." 


She finished, as she began walking down to the Crimson Fox, looking back now and again to see if he was accepting the offer. He didn't try to harm her, so he wasn't a threat. It would be good to have someone to help out on this mission... Maybe if I help him with his problem first. 

[Arina Fawzi]

The shots fired off with ease and deadly accuracy. It only took Kriegar seconds to crack the gun and replace the slugs, but it was at that time that he felt the barrel of a weapon rest on his shoulder. A brow twitched slowly as it rose, and he briefly glanced over his shoulder to see his rescu-ee. It was female, which he didn't notice as he was hurtling toward her, and as nice as it was to know... the more pressing observation was the fact that she only had one arm. As curious as he was, Kriegar thought it best to avoid bringing it up. The Mando'ade accepted their weaknesses and just dealt with it, missing a limb was no weakness; Kriegar knew that from experience.

Keeping his body still as to not throw off her shot, Kriegar continued to fire and reload the weapon as necessary. The barrel was removed, and he was lucky enough to have enough experience working in a team to be expecting the sudden change of location; he was also lucky to have snatched up his bag in time. Upon landing, he took up a defensive position as the other set to work with a pillar. So far so good, as the worms were temporarily distracted with the series of explosions.

With a crash, he spun on his heel to view what kind of destruction she had been up too. She must have a lot of personal confidence in the structural integrity of these old ships. He stuck the barrel of the rifle down on the metal, and leaned on the butt plate as she introduced herself.
"Kriegar. Skirata. It's a pleasure, Vera." He followed her look to the ship, head cocking to one side slightly.
The worms would still be around for a while, mostly because they hunted by use of motion and sound. If they were to time an explosion on the other side, they would be able to cross without taking any risks... and draw their oversized bird food away.

"That would be most beneficial." He studied his finger nails casually, although his fingers were covered by gloves. He knew that coming over this way would eventually work to his benefit, not only did he meet a fellow Mando'ade, but one that seemed as if she followed the old ways... none of this clone wars bubble neutral crap. Excellent. Besides, he wasn't too fond of the idea of spending the night in a sand pit.
Laying his rifle across his shoulders, he pulled out a detonator from a pocket. When she started to cross, he turned the other way and chucked it as far as physically possible... and toward the sand. He then slid across the make shift bridge after her.

Reaching the ship, he remained calm and composed.
"And three..... two..... one...." The detonator went off, the rumbling faint in the distance. "Safe crossing, and here we are!" He chuckled.

[Jack Dresden]

Not startled by the unseen explosion, she assumed he had made their path clear. Intriguing... To find another Mando'ade on this unknown ruus... Leading him to her ship, Vera felt her severed arm, sighing to herself. That Jedi was dark, cold, and spiteful... She knew she wouldn't get out alive, so she took the arm as a punishment. She took duty so personally that she held hate for me... Not for the Empire, my soldiers, Vader... At that moment she wished all misfortune available on me. Did we really make a bad call on attacking the Temple? Stepping down and opening the door to her transport, she turned to Kriegar.

"Well, here she is... Just, be careful when entering."

Venturing inward, she overlooked the main hold once more. The interior suffered no damage from this crash, remarkably. The main hold still looks like a luxury apartment made for a Chancellor, relatively untouched, and still spotless. Fox had to have know some people... Or he just stole this from some noble... Sitting down on the leather sofa seating, Vera took off her helmet, wiping sweat for her face. Deserts suck... Dusting the sand off her armor, she brought her attention to Kriegar.

"You are welcome to make yourself feel at home, as long as we are stuck here. I've got holos, food, drinks. Even got a workshop in the back- Speaking of food!"

Getting up, she disappeared into a random doorway for a few moments, before returning with an arboreal squid in her hand... Still alive, for that mater. She came and placed it over in a corner at the far side of the room, giggling to herself as the squid tried to climb up the wall to no avail whatsoever. Smacking her hand on her leg, she let out a sharp whistle, grinning happily.

"Come on Momo, feeding time. It's your favorite!"

Without warning, a large creature with black fur and a mouth full of teeth rushed out of the cockpit, looking around the room until it spotted it's meal... Wiggling it's butt in the air as it got down to the floor, it pounced on the squid and tore it to shreds, enjoying itself entirely. It was a full grown Nexu, different from the more known forest Nexu... After finishing, it travel to Vercopa, rubbing against her, making clicks and chirps with it's mouth. When it finally saw Kriegar, it poised itself defensively, giving the classic smile that the creatures are famous for.

"This is Momo, she's a rare Nexu I saved from a Death Watch captain... Don't worry, I recently trained her not to eat other people I invite into the ship." She finished, giving off a big smile to match her pet... Though her's being more friendly than terrifying.     

[Arina Fawzi]

Kriegar followed Vera to the ship in silence. Were he capable, his HUD would have been scanning all over the place... but he would have to make do with eye sight. Then again, his cybernetic eye was still functioning properly... which made him wonder if the link between it and his helmet was still running. If so, the moment he was out of this dead zone, he'd have info to go off of. Excellent.
However, because this female was Mando'ade he had already given her a certain amount of trust; more than he would have given any other. It wasn't uncommon for clan rivalry, but unless you were asking for war... normally they didn't go around killing each other. The wrath of a Mandalorian clan was not nice to have on your head.

Just be careful entering? Fair enough, didn’t have to tell him twice
Minding his footing, he stepped inside the ship after her and instantly took in his surroundings. While he shouldn't feel surprised, he was. The interior was fit for senators... no, even higher up that scale. Whatever kind of jobs she had done in the past, or the connections she has, were good. Kriegar had plenty of money, he knew that... but still.

Stepping to the side of the doorway, he shook off his jetpack and set it against the wall. His bag soon followed, dropping with a dull and heavy thud. Kriegar, a man of manors, immediately proceeded to dust the grit from his armor to avoid tracking it further inside. Bending at the waist, he pause before removing his shoes. "I presume by the way you waltzed inside, I can keep my boots?" Smiling charmingly, he removed his helmet with both hands and tucked it under his arm.

Taking a seat in the sitting area, he watched Vera leap to her feet and disappear into a kitchen. "Workshop?!" He was definitely curious now, mostly because there was always work when you were a weapon smith... not that Kriegar was a workaholic, but... he really… does like his job. It was not only a pass time, but almost a necessity now. Troubled, angry, frustrated… go to the shop… happy, cheery, tired…. The shop.
His thoughts were interrupted when Vera returned... with a squid. He switched raised eyebrows, as he watched it struggle up the wall...
"...Momo-?"

The hairs on the back of his neck rose slightly as he heard… it. The nexu sprang into the room and proceeded to feed just as one would imagine a nexu does. These creatures weren't ones to mess with. Unlike the panthers from Clan Rodarch, the nexu had a completely different 'attitude'... you could say.
Now she had impressed him, and Kriegar smirked. "Well it is a pleasure to meet you, Momo." He kept his composure, unmoved from his comfortable position on the couch.

His smirk faded instantly at the mention of the Death Watch.
"Saved? ... from a Death Watch captain....?”

[Vercopa]

    After giving Momo a few light strokes through her fur, Vercopa sat on the opposite side of the room, sorting a few pieces of clutter out. "Yes. Death Watch. The Captain kept her tied down like a beast and forced her to kill prisoners like an animal. Isn't that right, Momo? Mommy knows you're no murderous beast." Giving Momo a one-armed hug, the crippled woman then released the nexu, ruffling the fur on her head. Excited, the Nexu ran off into another room, and the sound of gnawing could be heard if you listened close enough.

"Chewing on one of her bones again!" Giggling, Vercopa finished sorting through the mess and met gaze if the mysterious man. "It's one of his bones." She stated, with a serious tone, staring at him intensely. After a few seconds she smiled and shook her head. "I'm kidding, it's just a bantha bone. I wouldn't give her human bones!" Rising up out of her perch, the girl ran over and grabbed two glasses, and filled them with what was presumably water, before bringing it over to the man. "She did eat him, though. Are you okay with water? I can go get ice if you need it, though I myself never prefer it." Placing it down before him, she sat down slowly and took a deep breathe.

Long day already... Hopefully all that noise didn't alert my prey. Taking off her chest plate and armoured leggings, the girl let herself stretched with a large yawn, finally relived to be in comfortable, lightly weighed cloth attire. Scratching her head, she looked at the ceiling, just staring for a paused moment, before mumbling under her breath. "How did it go so wrong?" Gazing at her new buddy, she couldn't help but wonder what he was after. I mean, if their goal is the same, then there is no point in keeping anything from him. "So, what's got you so worried about the big meanie Death Watch? They are the reason I'm here. OH! I also heard they are safe guarding some unknown item! Wanna go get it in the morning? Blowing things up with ya was fun." She ended, radiating her sarcastic smiled again.

[Arina Fawzi]

Kriegar watched the animal a moment longer as it scurried away. He couldn't help the small smile that creeped up one one side of his face as she fussed over the critter. It reminded him of his friend of Clan Rodarch, and their ashral panthers. The pair of them were deadly, and in down time it was almost cute to see man and familiar play.
He chuckled at her joke, and studied his fingernails with casual smugness.
"The man had it coming to him. You can't keep creatures like that chained down."
He smirked and looked back up at her, his cybernetic eye gleaming. "Doesn't ever end well."

The Mando'ade accepted the water with a smile, dismissing the ice as something trivial. The colder the water, the more it lowered the internal body temperature. Not that it really mattered in his current situation, but getting ice would just be a hassle anyways.
He took a sip, and set it on the table next to him before bending over to remove his boots.
Undoing the clasps on his tribal patterned armor, Kriegar waked over to the door to take them off... because he knew that sand would follow. Dusting grit from his socks and foot cover, the weapon smith returned to the sitting area.

His gloves soon followed, and he set them under his helmet next to him. A finger traced over the dragon like pattern across the visor as he trailed off into thought momentarily. It was lucky he was able to come across a fellow Mando'ade all the way out here, in fact, it was almost like a breath of fresh air.

How did it go so wrong?

Her words snaped him back into reality, and he made himself comfortable in his chair while he looked over to her. He found her looking at him and at the mention of the Death Watch any form smile faded instantly.
"I do not fear or 'worry' for the Death Watch. If they are here, that's bad news for them. If they are holding the item I require, that's double bad news for them. I have very little patience with them."
He rolled his eyes and scowled at her proposal.
"Do I wanna blow stuff up with YOU?! Do this mission with another Mando'ade!? REALLY?! Are you KIDDING?!" He chuckled at his sarcasm and winked. "I would be delighted. I am indeed looking for an artifact somewhere on this dust ball, and if you know anything about it or even better.... can help me get it, I would greatly appreciate it."

Folding an ankle across his knee, Kriegar steepled his fingers in front of him.
"May I ask what brings you here, and after the Death Watch?"

[Vercopa]

"Where do I start?" she started, slightly uneasy. "They killed my family when I was little... Left me in my home to be burned alive." closing her eyes, she tried hard not to remember that night, save herself an anxiety attack from hell. "Then they leaked information to the separatists, getting my new clan killed by Grevious..." Letting her head rest, as she just stared at the floor and sighed. "They tipped off my unit's watch, getting them all killed but a few... A Jedi Master taking my arm." Her voice getting shaky, she continued on, getting more tense. "They did a deal... When I was working with the Empire. Most of my men turn on me when the Death Watch learned who I was. Zekk, an old defective clone, shot my best friend Fox off a cliff."

Slamming her fist on the table, she got up and ran her hand through her hair, rage building inside. "And then he showed up... Present for every time he tried to get me killed... With the black Mandalorian armor from the old republic era... Yusiral. I charge him and... also got thrown off a cliff." taking a deep breath, Vera calmed herself as much as she could, voice wavering. "As for why I'm here, my unit of Storm Commandos are here, and so is he. I've tracked him ever since the Empire declared me dead. Starting to put her armor up, to keep herself calm, Vercopa shook her head. "I was going to be a Sovereign Protector and they cast me aside for a deal..." Turning to Kriegar once again, she stood straight and smiled, ""But none of that matters now, because we're going to set them all on fire tomorrow!" Pointing over to the fully stocked, top of the line foundry of a workshop, she apologized for boring him with the sob story. 

"Saw you eye that, it's really cool. Do whatever you want... Just don't touch the old clone pistols, or Momo'll eat ya." She stated, laughing but somewhat eerily serious. "I'm going to do some minor repairs to the ship... Get here able to fly over the base, then wash up and call it a night. Feel free to do what you will, and try not to break the everything everywhere." Smiling, she waved and head toward the engine room, walking in to find Momo sleeping on the tools. "Momo, up! Go bother Kreig for tree squids or something." Begrudgingly, the black furred Nexu got up and left, leaving spine-like whiskers on the tools. Always wanted a spike through my good arm. Shrugging, she began to stabilze and repair the damge from the crash, keeping her mind off the past.

After several hours she got everything in working order, and only took a short nap twice. Long day of boring do-nothings... Getting up, she stretched, yawning loudly. Guess I'd better wash up. Leaving the engine room, she walked out to see Momo sleeping on the coach with her tongue out. Lazy freeloader. Assuming Kreig was in the foundry, she went to the facilities, undressed and started a long shower. Amazing how we have countless thousands of years of advancement, yet showers stay the same. Now was the only time she could allow herself to reflect on the past few months. Letting all the repression come out, Vercopa allowed herself to cry silently, before punching the shower door, shattering the priceless glass. Sighing, she finished up and dressed ready to sleep, she walked out into the front area, sitting next to Momo, finishing her glass from earlier with her bloodied hand. 

[Arina Fawzi]

Kriegar listened in silent repect as Vera told her story. It was definitely unfortunate, no doubt about that, but for the Death Watch to find something ineresting enough in one clan to have them wiped out definitely got his attention. It was curious, really, that they'ld be willing to make such a bold move. He knew the traitors were strong, but not that strong. He stroked his chin, and the small scruff of a beard that was beginning to grow there.
She slammed a fist and stood, Kriegar just watching silently. The experience from his years told him that she needed to vent it out, it was evident in needed to be done. Kriegar had seen it happen in the army many a time, not only in, but to his friends afterwards... they bottled it all up until they exploded; definitely not a pretty sight.

He stood at the mention of lighting them on fire. 'Anger ventilated often hurries towards forgiveness; anger concealed often hardens into revenge.' She meant to take revenge, which wasn't uncommon but often unwise. He approached and set a hand lightly on her shoulder, making eye contact.

"While seeking revenge, be sure to dig two graves- one for yourself, and one for your enemy. Life didn't promise to be wonderful... but we aquire the strength we overcome." He held her gaze a moment longer. Any kind of Mandalorian inside her would recognize the wisdom in his years... while Kreigar wasn't old, he was no spring chicken either.
He let her go, and watched her take her leave. "Pain is inevitable; suffering is optional." He added quietly to her back.


She had mentioned the forgery, which he would definitely check out. Momo, Vera's beloved critter, came prancing through the doorway that the Mando'ade had just left through. Smiling at it, he gave the animal and quick nod in greeting, before retrieving his bag. Dumping his kit on a table, he had his back turned to the living area and he quickly set to work. This was his favourite place to be; the silenc eof the shop, the fine details it took to build his tools and weapons. Perfection.

He heard a shattering sound, but payed no heed to it. Bottling it up never ended well. His helmet was on to block the flickers of light from the sparks he was making as he cut and resealed wires an their casings. His gauntlets were apart before him, pieces spread out and gutted to show their inner workings; his body suit was rolled up to the elbows t reveal his forearms.
He heard faint footsteps, and assumed it was Vera.

He never looked back at her. "You've cut your hand." He stated calmly, now setting his tools down to look over his shoulder at her. Sliding off the stool with a sigh, he slid his helmet off, set it on the table, and approached. He offered his hand toward her injured one. "-and you're going to let me take a look at it." There was a smirk on his face, but his eyes read total seriousness.

He tore his gaze away from her and began ruffling through the pouches on his belt for supplies.
"DC-17 Blastor Pistols." He stated smoothly, never stopping from his search of materials, but made a nod to her clone weapons in the shop. He gently took her hand and began removing the small shards. "Kal Skirata is my cousin. He asked me to build 'em Commandos proper weapons. I made the plans for an interchangeable weapon system, now more commonly known as the DC-17m ICWS, and sold them to the Kaminoas. So I know a fair bit about your guns." He looked up at her and winked, then doused her hand in bacta from a small bottle he produced from a pouch. He then wrapped the wound gently in a soft cloth, and stood back to pack the rest of it away.

[Vercopa]

Rolling her neck, Vercopa took in the interior of the AEG-77 gunship, luxury line. Fox never wasted time armouring this thing to the teeth. Used to be a civilian unit... 12 cannons later it's almost illegal. Chuckling, the noise of Kreigar's work caught her, as she looked over to see his gear being tinkered with in peace. A very unique individual, this one. I almost forgot what it was like to be among my people. Reminded that the last time she was with Mandalorians, was all the way back on Bakura before she joined the Republic, it had been a long time.


Snapped back into reality as Kreigar spoke of her hand, she looked down to see she actually had cut it. She'd been so lost in thought she never realized it fully. "I guess I did, din't I-." Before she could finish, he approached her, extending his hand toward her. Insisting he have a look, she nooded and allowed him to examine it. I'd... I'd do it myself but... Can't really use the air to throw a bandage on it..." She stated, slightly smiling. He had shared a grin back, and Vera could tell he was serious about it, which she is not used to.


"Cody always told me that if a clone had a gash, make them do the course until it stopped bleeding..." She said calmly, watching the man look about for supplies to help her hand. He actually cared, like a true Mandalorian. It was like when Zekat took that barb out of her leg back when she was young. "I like this better." Vercopa finished, giggling to herself. She perked up at the mention of DC-17s. "Yes... They belonged to Fox. I lost mine when I was ambushed by Jedi..." As the man began to take out shards, she tried hard not to wince. Can take a lightsaber to the shoulder but small, sharp objects... No those have to actually hurt. 

Watching him closely, she felt calm. At least he's gentle... Zekat just ripped the barb out and threw medicine at the wound. He went on to talk about his work with DC-17s, and about his knowledge of them, giving her a wink. Surprised, Vera looked at him with a tiny bit of awe. Not unique, impressive. "Well... Maybe you can fix them... Then. They have not work in a long time..." As her hand was dipped in bacta, Shuk relaxed a bit, it was cold, which is what she loves. Being cold. Reminder her off when she found Momo... Who was still fast asleep. Most lazy nocturnal beast ever seen... After getting her hand wrapped, she smiled at the man as he cleaned up his supplies. "Thank you, you're too kind." 

Moving over to the table, she to a look at his work. She was very impressed to say the least. Not impressive, ori'ramikad. "You are very skilled, sir. Where did you learn how to do all of this?" She did't even use this master foundry, and it had just collected dust while she went on many a journey. "Tell ya what, Krieg... Why don't you take my foundry? I don't have much use for it. We can transfer it over to your... ship after we are done tomorrow." Vercopa took in a big sigh, before letting it all out. "One more question... How good are you with cybernetic prosthetics?" She asked, looking at him, eyes mixed with sadness, determination, and seriousness.

[Arina Fawzi]

Kriegar didn't look at her as he wrapped the bandage. "There is a different between driving people, and knowing when to stop and treat injuries. There is nothing wrong with pushing a man to get something done, but there is something wrong when said man is injured. There's a line." Patting her hand, he made eye contact and smiled at her thanks.

There was the mention of this Fox character again. A husband? Lover? Romantic interest perhaps? While it was no business of Kriegar's, he was still curious. How did a Mando'ade like her get all wound up with 'em Clone Troopers?
He watched her awe struck expression as she left to observe his work, following just beind her. His gaze flicked over his tattoed gauntlets, their components spread across the table. People were always amazed at his work, after all, it was a skill that could be difficult. Either way, it made his chest puff out a bit more in pride. "No need to stroke my already bloated ego." He chuckled.
"I'd be delighted to fix them up for you. After all, you have offered your place as refuge and I'd be more than willing to return the favour. I joined the Mandalorian Army as a weapons technician when I was 14. 10 years gives a man lot of time to master the art." He rubbed his chin distantly, clearly revisiting some old memories. "I retired 12 years ago, two years after the Battle of Galidraan. Took up weapon smithing as a 'hobby' throughout my hunting career."

"I'll consider it as I go through what you have that I don't have. That is very kind of you." His voice trailed off as she asked her question. His eyes never wavered from her face. If anyone knew what it was like to lose an important body part, he did...

His cybernetic eye gleamed, shifting from a dark maroon to a bright red as he tapped the temple on that side."Sorry, did you say cybernetic prosthetics?" He was completely serious, but a small smile was tugging at the corner of his lips. "Build, yes. Test, yeah. Plant them? No. A medic is better suited for that than I..."