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UNAMED SPACE STATION
NEAR KESTRI

There was still resistance to their ways as he did not let go of his past. It would’ve been much more easy if the damn savages killed him instead of dragging him through this torture. For him and for themselves. Instead they insisted with dragging him like a dog all for being the last man standing on that eventful skirmish. If he was exhausted with all of this, why not take the fast exit? In his soul he was no coward and knew he was meant to die by the hands of another or his own body falling to death's natural causes.

Alone he sat in the mess hall after polishing and cleaning the personal armory of his handler, a respected Mandalorian Rally Master within the clan of his captors. His position was complicated among the savages. He held respect, but was still somewhat considered something of a second class citizen to their eyes. Like a pet or a tolerable outcast. With scorn he ate his rations looking up to see a trio of Mandalorians looking away from him, probably judging him.

"And I thought they had bigger guns than me," muttering to himself, taking a bite of his stew.

 

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KAZUTAL STATION | ON WAY TO KESTRI
TAG: Maxall Seynor Maxall Seynor

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EDGE OF THE BLADE

The trip to Shogun had been tough but she felt lighter than she had for months because of it.

Celt still had enough juice in her fighter to have gone on to Kestri, but Reggie had to stop over at the mobile station that was currently in the Kazutal system to refuel.

She took the time to grab a bite in the mess while the borrowed ship underwent its checks and fuel. There were a couple of vode that were also on the station, catching some solid ground under their feet before taking to the stars again. It was still surreal how many have answered Vren's call - how the fleet had grown so quickly. It would take time for all of them to forge stronger bonds within the Covenant, but she was certain they would do so fast if the Galaxy was an indication.

Reggie stepped into the mess, removing her helmet with a hiss as she did so.
"Ey, Alor Rau right?" hailed one of the guys closest to the door.
"Yeah." she answered, stepping closer and managing a slight smile.
"Have a seat, Alor. I'm Cabuir. Grab her a plate, Helski." the man said as the rest huddled closer while the vod called Helski trotted away to grab her some rations. "We heard some stories, but want to hear from you personally - 's it true that you were on Thyrsus during that whole mess when the Alliance decided they wanted the planet?" They all looked at her with utmost interest.
Reggie hesitated. After Shogun, her emotions were still a jumble again regarding the loss of her clan. But something in her gut prompted her to tell them - to start forging those new bonds.
"I was." she finally answered. "That's where I learned that no Force User are on our side. The Jetii are just as bad as Dar'Jetti."
"Oya!" they all cried while tapping fists over their hearts and the unanimous sound of clanging chestplates rang through the mess.

"Oi, y'all are loud. Newb over there looking at us strangely." said Helski as he came back with Reggie's tray.
They all turned to look at a guy sitting alone at a bench a few paces away.
"Yeah - that one was probably a mistake to let in here. He's a strange one." noted one of the others.
"Why? Who is he?" she asked.
They all turned back to her after the man glowered at them.
"Rally Master Eldar had grabbed him a while back when he was the last guy standing in his Alliance unit. Figured he'd be a good warrior for us. Fat chance of that. They should have just popped him if you ask me. Prolly was on Thyrsus too when you were there, Alor." Cabuir then explained. The others made similar noises.
Reggie raised a brow at the them. "Anyone thought to show a prospective Foundling that we aren't the enemies they think us to be?" she asked them as she got to her feet, looking down at them as she picked up her tray. They all lowered their heads that. Her mind had immediately go to Vara Rasha Vara Rasha who she had started showing some proper fighting techniques to lately.

Reggie walked over to the loner and sat down across from him in silence, taking a bite of her own stew. After some silence, she finally looked at him.
"Haven't seen your face around yet. Got a name?"

Another bite of food.​

 
His eyes remained on his food after the quick glance he made to the Mandalorians. There was the sound of boots stomping, but if anything he would just be ignored and passed by. A common theme to be treated like a black sheep.

Only this time someone was curious to come near him, his concentration interrupted by crimson hair which was the most intense feature he caught from the woman. She sat and ate without a word until she broke the silence, not long after. It was unusual to be in this situation. The only other Mandalorian he conversed with was his handler, though they were more “professional” dialogues and nothing interpersonal.

“Max,” he replied to her, still observing the Mandalorian and not peeling his eyes back to his food. Would this lead up to some sort of hazing?

“Well, what brings you yonder?” he wasn’t afraid to ask demanding questions, for what could he possibly be afraid to lose?

 

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EDGE OF THE BLADE


“Max,”

Something in his voice had Reggie look back at him. His face was wrought with wariness as he looked at her. At first, she wanted to lash out at the wariness, but when she bit her tongue for a second and thought about it, she figured she couldn't blame him.

"Reggie." she offered her name in return.
“Well, what brings you yonder?”
She took another bite of stew to win some time as she aligned her thoughts before she would finally answer him.
"I heard wat caused you to be here." she started. "But has anyone really explained to you the why? Why they didn't just kill you too?"

Reggie shifted slightly in her seat. She wasn't one to talk about reasons and emotional things. She hated it. It's part of why she and Celt got along so well - her adopted sister was almost the same and would rather make light of a situation than deal with feelings.

But someone owed this man a proper reason for why he was still alive and technically not a prisoner.

 

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