Private Announcements After Dinner

[Sergeant Omen]

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Tagged: Phalsi Drynchen

Omen was chowing down on the nerf steak in the dining hall, drenching in a special square that the chef on base would never tell till as he quoted "Zillo beasts fly across the Kashyyyk sky" which Omen might just go to Malastare, dig through the ground till he found one and they let him live without swallowing him whole and then hooking it up to his freighter to see if he could get it by CIS customs in one piece just to get the recipe for this magnificent brown liquid. The Xizor salad with its freshly grown lettuce and made croutons was equally up to par to support the main dish. The starved trooper had to fight not to suck the whole stake in his mouth.

The ARC had sent the whole day taking apart his weapons and the engines and other parts of his fighter and transport ship to make sure all of them were up to par. He had learned in the GAR to always keep his weapons up to snuff just in case the battle droids should rain down on him from above like the rain plinking off the mess hall's roof. As for his ships, well he liked to be in the sky rather than falling out of control through it. With his experience with his freighter plummeting down through the sky over Roldalna, he had learned to never ever take anything to chance, no matter how little the problem was.

Somethings you have to learn the hard way to get it really in your system. If only I had someone to talk to... It is getting mighty boring in this head.

 

[Phalsi Drynchen]

WHO DO WE HAVE HERE
Objective: Be a nuisance
Equipment: Under-Armor, Clothes-How they look, Wrist Device, The Encoil, Zerek Stowaway Node, ICE/iBorg Clarion Personal Translator
Weapons: Three ornate Zenji Needles being used as hairpins​

There was a sort of strange peace to Kashyyyk as a whole that would never remove itself from the knights mind. It was comfortable and typically safe in most every regard. And although largely boring for the troublemaker, it was also refreshing to just exist rather than do all the heavy lifting of being under someone's scrutiny for antics.

Something she would have to work on now that she had finally gotten past the rank of padawan.

But it was difficult to not let her eyes linger over the assorted groups in the mess hall. Her robes dark in comparison to the other's inside the place. The only relief she had from the subtle stares for her attire being that her presence in the force was rather blatantly and boldly light side. Even if her fashion was relatively dark.

Her eyes found an unfamiliar face, and her curiosity drew her closer. A balanced meal was on her tray. Lean need steak, assorted proteins and greens with a pair of glasses containing and juice were the choice of the day it seemed.

"Only ever met one clone in my life." She opened the conversation rather brusquely, tray making a sharp sound as it was set onto the table. She sat in short order, legs tucking in before she examined the man.

"Wasn't a bad experience. Certainly a change of pace being called a general though as a padawan. Phalsi, by the way. What brings you to Kashyyyk? " She spoke quietly, watching him for a long moment without touching her food.

 

[Sergeant Omen]

Omen looked up to see the simply dressed young woman sit down at his table before giving her a smile only a satisfied person who has their belly full can give. The woman looked like a supermodel with her long bangs and pretty eyes but she wouldn't be eating here if she didn't have some sort of teeth to show to the enemy when needed. He thought he had seen Phalsi before but didn't know where... Well, the clone just hoped she wasn't the more emotionless type of Jedi he had met so far though with the quiet tone of this young female he doubted it. He offered a hand to who he assumed was a Jedi Knight based on her age.

It's a pleasure to meet you Phalise, most call me Omen. Hopefully, I entertain you as much as the other clone did. As for what I'm doing on Kashyyyk is top secret. Only certain people can know that I haul freight and do odd jobs for the Silver Jedi for right now before hopefully getting on Team Omega in the future.

The ARC puzzled over the new girl's face, the scar across his eye flexing as he tried to figure out where he saw her before. A thought passed through his mind that made his face light up in recognition however

Wait, you were at that CIS event... The one where you bought tickets to go to that beach resort on Scarif. I saw you with the living suit of armor and that firey-haired human woman with scars over her left eye. I was there in the background, of course, mostly just to relax some. He chuckled softly to himself, surprised he hadn't thought of it earlier. If I would have known you were there I would have talked to you but you seemed pretty occupied. Besides, I'm not the best thing in the world to talk to. A rock would probably be better suited for the task than I am.

The Trooper wondered what a Jedi was doing in CIS space, probably just talking to friends or carrying messages that needed to be personally delivered but he guessed he would find out from her own mouth.

 

[Phalsi Drynchen]

WHO DO WE HAVE HERE
Objective: Be a nuisance
Equipment: Under-Armor, Clothes-How they look, Wrist Device, The Encoil, Zerek Stowaway Node, ICE/iBorg Clarion Personal Translator
Weapons: Three ornate Zenji Needles being used as hairpins​

"Phalsi, and good to meet you as well, Omen. Take the name yourself or earn it?" She wasn't always shy about her questions, especially when you sat in the common dining hall. There was amused uptick to her brow as he mentioned being on a secret job though the mention of Omega Squad had her waving her fork his way. "Ah, the super secret military guys. Good luck to you on that!"

His mention of seeing her at the beach event for the confederacy had her smiling. Very clearly amused.

"Yep, was there on a sort of meet and greet for a group I work for. Networking and all that. Always good to relax." She took a bite of food as she listened to him. Face scrunching up a little at the mention of being a boring sort to speak to.

"I'm sure you aren't that boring. Besides, I get onto my tangents about starships and I can see the interest melt away. Just because some people don't want to listen doesn't mean others won't be interested. What makes you tick? What's your goal?" She began to fill the air. The usual signs of awkward behavior gone for the moment in the light of slight indignation at someone feeling unwelcome.

 

[Sergeant Omen]

Oh, he had earned the name alright but she didn’t know his whole backstory when they had just met. “Given honestly, the reg clones named that because of my ability to hunt down Seperitist intel and commanders as well as me saving their butts of course. Just me being in the area was a good omen for them and a bad one for anything standing in my way. I just used part of my number destination to describe myself before that.” He wasn’t lying, other clones had given him the name, just with another reason behind it.

The ARC nodded to her amused look after what he said about the Omega position. “To be honest, I don’t really see myself anywhere else, it is the best fit if I really do want to be in the military. Better than just staying behind a spaceship console at least while planets get pounded to dust. I… I just want to be useful for something that helps save other's lives.”

With a chuckle, the Clone could only agree on her sediment. “It is nice to relax and meet other people if they are not out to kill you but it's hard for me. I’m not used to being able to speak on my own accord on topics in recent history that I know nothing about. The best I know is explosive setting and shooting people in the head.”

After taking a small drink of his glass of water and regrouping himself, the trooper continued his train of thought. "Plus there is also something that makes me want to just keep moving, I guess because I never really had a home before, somewhere permanent to stay that felt like well… home. The best I got to that right now is my ship and that isn’t ideal…” He found himself staring up into the bulkhead most nights, trying to think of how he got sent here and the others of his original EOD squad didn’t survive too. He tried not to dwell on it but it was so hard not to miss the only people that kept you from going adrift onto the rocks during a galactic war.

Omen gave the woman a small smile at her concern. It was more care than people usually took regarding him and he appreciated it immensely. “Oh that was just me wallowing in self-pity, I have some skills that aren’t blowing up things.” After taking another bite of his salad, the clone pulled the Bes’bev flute out of his arm and played a little tune before putting it down on the table. “All the ship travel I do has given me a lot of free time. I could pull my eyeball out and juggle it but I don’t want you to lose your appetite. And please, go on all you would like. I’ve been trying to upgrade my ship and could use the advice.”

The clone pondered a bit before answering her question. No one had ever asked what he wanted to do before and he had a hard time coming up with goals on a dime. Eventually, he said “As for goals… well there is that big one of making the galaxy a better place but other than that, it's mainly just doing the stuff I never got to do while in the GAR like sightseeing, experiencing new cultures, and other things I never got to see before. Maybe be a diplomat if given the chance though that is far in the future. Just depends on what chances I get. Plus there is upgrading my ship… What about you? I’m guessing you're a Jedi since Naboo noblewomen don’t usually come in here but what are your goals?”

With a little chuckle as he tried to look like he wasn’t trying to flirt with her. “If your goal is being the Galaxies' best supermodel, I would totally vote for you just like your partner would.” The clone really was trying to be genuine in his words. The woman's colorful eyes could draw someone into them with just a glance and whoever had her as a partner was certainly lucky. Her trying to care for the battered clone was also a plus. He laughed in his mind as he imagined her giving her sick partner soup while she pushed away from their concerns that she was doing too much and needed to lay down

An evil grin sprang upon the ARC's face as he thought of something they could do after dinner. “Oh, and there is a goal you can help me with…”

 

[Phalsi Drynchen]

WHO DO WE HAVE HERE
Objective: Be a nuisance
Equipment: Under-Armor, Clothes-How they look, Wrist Device, The Encoil, Zerek Stowaway Node, ICE/iBorg Clarion Personal Translator
Weapons: Three ornate Zenji Needles being used as hairpins​

"Fair enough. Always good to be recognized in some way." There was a thoughtful pause to the commentary about his name. The topic quickly moved though and she let it fall to the side for the moment. "Helping comes in a variety of ways. So don't sell yourself short on the small things."

There was a small wave of a fork before he mentioned military action, which made her chuckle a little. With her own recent shifts in perception, it was somewhat jarring at times to interact with others. Especially with the fresh reminders that sat atop her knuckles. The topic kept rolling and she mentally moved with it. Home was always a touchy subject, though one that had become a bit easier for her.

"Sometimes home is what you make. People around you. Sometimes a place, sometimes a feeling. Permanence is nice, but sometimes what you want isn't what you need. Learned that the hard way. So keep searching, just, be mindful of what's around you. Otherwise it might slip through your fingers." She offered quietly, remembering when the padawans were around more, and the silent but terrible silence that had followed when they all went their separate ways.

She shrugged at the mention of starships, pulling out a few catalogs that she kept as hard copies.

"There's quite a few markets for upgrades, custom orders, even select groups that discuss the ins and outs of those. I just like to dabble and help around here." She took another bite of food as she let him scan over the Locke and Key, Breshig, Roble, Lucerne, and a few other hard copies with links provided that he could scan into a holo-net station. "If you ever need any help though, just leave a message with one of the receptionists and I'll come around when I can."

Her brow rose a little when he pointed the question back at her. Not entirely expected, but not unwelcome as she dabbed at her mouth with a napkin. There was a small grin on her face, a short chuckle before she sat back and began.

"Hardly a noblewoman. Found out I was force sensitive at fourteen when I threw an officer into a wall while I was in juvenile detention. Slicer by trade, force abilities are just helpful since I'm pretty lacking in a true fight. Other than try to be a better person than I was as a kid, just learn. Grow. Be a better friend. I'm not here to become a master of the force. Feth. Half the time I can't even get the same socks in the morning." She punctuated her point with a small waving of her arms. She had in fact found matching socks this morning, but that wasn't hard when one culled all off them and kept the matching pairs.

"Bah. Lot prettier than I in the Confederacy." She dismissed the supermodel comment with ease.

Her hand went for the fork once more when he spoke of helping him with a goal. A curious and attentive look passed his way. "Well go on. You've got the cat by the tongue."

 

[Sergeant Omen]

"Fair enough. Always good to be recognized in some way." There was a thoughtful pause to the commentary about his name. The topic quickly moved though and she let it fall to the side for the moment. "Helping comes in a variety of ways. So don't sell yourself short on the small things."

"You're right of course, it is. Especially when those people are your brothers, the only family you have. I know what I'm doing matters in the overall map of things, I guess I just what I want to do to matter on a more personal level with others." The Arc chuckled softly, knowing he had a Jedi who were pillars of knowledge in front of him. "Then again, here I am talking to a Jedi whose task is to find all the knowledge and philosophy in the galaxy so I'll let you dwell on that."

"Sometimes home is what you make. People around you. Sometimes a place, sometimes a feeling. Permanence is nice, but sometimes what you want isn't what you need. Learned that the hard way. So keep searching, just, be mindful of what's around you. Otherwise it might slip through your fingers." She offered quietly, remembering when the padawans were around more, and the silent but terrible silence that had followed when they all went their separate ways.

With a little nod, he tried to show he knew exactly what she was talking about. Nothing felt right when he first got here, everything from the technology to the change in geopolitical geography. It felt like he had got the rug pulled out under him. It is really hard for me to jump into making friends. Especially when your thrust into a new galaxy you find it hard to wrap your head around. I met a couple of fairly good people in the SJC but no one on a personal basis really...

The clone accepted the catalogs and started rifling through them as he talked. "Probably will do Breshig for some of the gear I need just because I know their stuff is a good quality given how they make their Verpines. Also might visit... Priddy General Goods I think the name is... for some of the Gnat classes that are being rolled out. Funny, he never thought he would think of using the droid starfighters that the GAR once had to combat for his own use. Oh, how the tables turn...

Hardly a noblewoman. Found out I was force sensitive at fourteen when I threw an officer into a wall while I was in juvenile detention. Slicer by trade, force abilities are just helpful since I'm pretty lacking in a true fight. Other than try to be a better person than I was as a kid, just learn. Grow. Be a better friend. I'm not here to become a master of the force. Feth. Half the time I can't even get the same socks in the morning." She punctuated her point with a small waving of her arms. She had in fact found matching socks this morning, but that wasn't hard when one culled all off them and kept the matching pairs.

"Bah. Lot prettier than I in the Confederacy." She dismissed the supermodel comment with ease.

Omen grimaced as he heard her tale, he doubted it was unique which made it all the worse. Then again, he couldn't talk since he started live-fire testing when he was 5. "For me, I excel at being a demo expert, a marksman, and a little bit of a comms specialist. I hear Master Vanagor is doing self-defense classes, you should show up for some. It would give you a little bit of a start at being ready for an actual fight. You never know when one is around the corner" The ARC could only snicker as he imagined the host of CIS leaders from back in his day posing with a swimsuit shoot. "Well, you certainly are better to look at than the CIS leaders of my time. Though the Count would look somewhat hot in a thong..."

Her hand went for the fork once more when he spoke of helping him with a goal. A curious and attentive look passed his way. "Well go on. You've got the cat by the tongue."

The Trooper thought for a moment before going on with what was on his mind. This was probably too far knowing Aayla and if they did do it the possibility of getting a lightsaber through the chest was very real. "There is a padawan named Aayla on base and she has this weird crush on another Padawan that she has some sort of force connection with. Long story short, she denies it even as she starts saying "Boyfriend" to describe it and I'm getting kinda fed up with it. When I first mentioned it to her... well lets just say that conversation didn't end well. I just want her to realize what she is got before it disappears on her..." The Clone pulled an datachip out of his pocket and held it up in his hand. "I put a message on this that might make her think a little bit about her relationship. That and it will make me roll on the floor laughing at the risk of getting stabbed. I know its none of my business and I should probably leave it alone but... she needs someone to tell her she needs to move on this... So, can you help me break into the Comms suite and broadcast this around the temple?"

 

[Phalsi Drynchen]

WHO DO WE HAVE HERE
Objective: Be a nuisance
Equipment: Under-Armor, Clothes-How they look, Wrist Device, The Encoil, Zerek Stowaway Node, ICE/iBorg Clarion Personal Translator
Weapons: Three ornate Zenji Needles being used as hairpins​

There was a shrug to his words of importance. She knew all too well how hard it was to want to feel like you were contributing, and measuring yourself against others. It didn't seem like Omen was quite at the same spot she had been a few years ago but she didn't want it to get to that point for someone else.

"Sometimes you do things now; Deliver a freighter full of vitals and medical supplies to some random planet in need. No big deal, goes unnoticed by those around you. No big parties or such, life chugs on." There was a long pause to the commentary about importance. A small slurp of her juice before continuing. "But some kid remembers this trooper coming out of the sky, bringing food and medicine. Like an ion driven angel. They grow up aspiring to be that same thing and the force guides that little beat through life. Moght drag them through the mud, might not. But they have that memory of some being doing what was a great kindness in their mind and the drive to be just like them. And suddenly there's two more because of the one you inspired. Then four. Then eight and so on. We help make the change. No matter how small a thing it seems. Don't. Sell. Yourself. Short."

She stared at him over her plate, letting the words hang between them for a short time before moving on.

There was contemplative look as he mentioned self defense classes from a master being held. The fork bobbing up and down in her mouth as she recalled the scolding of Aayla and her Mistryl handler about her poor combat skills. Wasn't her fault she excelled at being a keyboard crusader instead of a punch-em-up jedi.

"I will. Need to honestly. Don't know that I could fight my way out of a box." She offered quietly, not quite getting the idea he had in his of the joke. Clones were sometimes a strange lot with those things. Her eyes fixed on him sharply when he mentioned the name Aayla.

Her attention having gone from somewhat vested to almost hostile in a flash before he continued on. Phalsi could certainly understand wanting to help another, especially when it came to relationships. There was a curious look about her as she thought on the matter.

"And this message isn't some kind of dirty laundry skit to embarrass her, right?" She took another bite of food, but her steely blue gaze was locked on him.

"Aayla is a friend, and I won't be part and parcel to making her a laughing stock. You have the message with you?" She continued watching him sharply, setting the fork down as her hands wrapped around the bun at the back of her head. Her expression shifting to a guarded and tense one where a friendly welcoming one had been.

 

[Sergeant Omen]

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"Sometimes you do things now; Deliver a freighter full of vitals and medical supplies to some random planet in need. No big deal, goes unnoticed by those around you. No big parties or such, life chugs on." There was a long pause to the commentary about importance. A small slurp of her juice before continuing. "But some kid remembers this trooper coming out of the sky, bringing food and medicine. Like an ion driven angel. They grow up aspiring to be that same thing and the force guides that little beat through life. Moght drag them through the mud, might not. But they have that memory of some being doing what was a great kindness in their mind and the drive to be just like them. And suddenly there's two more because of the one you inspired. Then four. Then eight and so on. We help make the change. No matter how small a thing it seems. Don't. Sell. Yourself. Short."

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"Well, I helped a little bit of Sneeve if that counts. Mostly as a traffic cop which is basically just a position where you get things thrown at you..." He focused on his now empty plate trying to find something to say before he thought of the running through the minefield game he played with the kids. "I did play a game with the children while working at the medical frigate, basically avoiding all the small peddles in the field we were in by jumping over them. That was a fun time, better than playing it with real mines as we did back then. I believe I was three when I last played that game."​

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Omen tried to make it sound normal but he knew how people felt about having a child clone soldier in their midst. Uneasy, that would be the word. She probably just find an excuse now to just get up from the table and leave him behind.​

"I will. Need to honestly. Don't know that I could fight my way out of a box." She offered quietly, not quite getting the idea he had in his of the joke. Clones were sometimes a strange lot with those things. Her eyes fixed on him sharply when he mentioned the name Aayla.

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The Clone gave her a grin. "Just like you said, not everyone has to have the best fighting skills in order to make an impact. I'm sure the other Jedi appreciate you taking down electronic traps and opening new doors by typing in whatever device you use. It just would be good to learn something that your primary skill won't usually help you with, keeping you alive so you can keep the others from running face-first into a Rancor pit."​

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"And this message isn't some kind of dirty laundry skit to embarrass her, right?" She took another bite of food, but her steely blue gaze was locked on him.

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"Aayla is a friend, and I won't be part and parcel to making her a laughing stock. You have the message with you?" She continued watching him sharply, setting the fork down as her hands wrapped around the bun at the back of her head. Her expression shifting to a guarded and tense one where a friendly welcoming one had been.​

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The ARC blinked, wondering why he had come up with this crazy idea in the first place and then he remembered another thing not so fun about his past. "I... No youre right, my message wouldn't be good up on a holoscreen... I just want to do something with force behind it... Probably should just let it be but it just... reminds me of something from my past that I rather regret..." ​

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He tried to hold back the tears in his eyes as his voice broke. It was so hard to deal with your life when it was mostly was bad memories to run from. He glanced up at her for permission to speak before he continued "My closest friend back then was another EOD clone named Bolt." The soldier focused at the wooden table, counting the grains of wood as he continued to speak. "He could just run for miles and of course was the ladies man extreme. We friended each other mostly because he pitted me being all alone at first and when we really did get to know each other, we found out that we were that whole opposites alike thing. Well, he ended up getting with a Twilek dancer named Caw. The relationship was secret, of course, wouldn't want the mogrel officers getting wind of it and getting Caw banned from the base but all of us were happy for awhile, as happy as we could be."​

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He smiled, remembering the good times they had together, playing boloball, getting into trouble, all of their fun hobbies like the matchmaker game they used to do in their free time. He then remembers what came next causing a tear to roll down his face while he held his head in his hands. "And then... then I killed him... There was a bomb that was in the headquarters building and I was to deactivate the main piece... Well, that didn't happen and the whole building collapsed, giving me new arms and legs and killing Bolt. The... The worst part is that I couldn't go back to say how sorry I was to her, to apologize for what I had done..." ​

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He quickly wiped the tear off his face and made his hands into fists, stabilizing himself as he tried to fight the feeling to run back to his ship, his safe space. "Sorry, you don't want to hear all my personal trauma or see an old clone have tears in his eyes. None of the other Jedi do at least. I go to Master Malnorn to help a little bit in the old memories dept. but well... she is as emotionless as a rock. I guess I should just walk around with a sign that says "Unstable Clone, please keep distance." on it and paste it on my armor. It would prove enough to the people saying that I'm a relic are right so everyone just stays away... I'm trying to get into Omega so I have some sort of support network but they haven't called me back in yet..."​

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The old soldier quickly put the data chip back into a storage pouch on his belt. It was better to just keep this buried for now, just like most of his memories...​

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[Phalsi Drynchen]

YOU MADE ME FEEL FEELIES
Objective: Fine, I'll help.
Equipment: Under-Armor, Clothes-How they look, Wrist Device, The Encoil, Zerek Stowaway Node, ICE/iBorg Clarion Personal Translator
Weapons: Three ornate Zenji Needles being used as hairpins​

She nodded to his words, choosing to not argue with his summation of her skills outside of combat. The story about the mines was upsetting in one sense, but an alarming part of some frontlines. It was information she would have to process, as it was confusing. She couldn't label the clone in front of her with silly idealistic notions when he'd had no control over his creation.

She couldn't lay blame where there was no choice.

But she listened to his story, her eyes looking between him and his hands. A keen understanding flashing in her eyes as she inhaled deep through the nose and made a frustrated sound. Her pinky nail scratched her cheek as she stopped and held out her hand.

"Give. Give it here." She sucked on her lip, a sound emerging as she mentally ran through a rough plan.

"Keep up hope. You've kept at it this long. If you don't see it through, then it'll have been wasted. Better to know you gave it your all than to have not tried because you wallowed." She spat, her annoyance growing sharply with no outlet. She wanted to be mad, wanted to be angry.

She stared at him over her plate, brow drawn sharply in frustration as she scratched her cheek again. She couldn't be angry with him no matter how much she wanted to be.

"I'll help get it there, but I swear-" She snapped, pointing a finger at him. "I'll come at you like a loth cat if this message is for anything other than helping her."

She huffed, still frowning as she leaned back and mulled on the matter.

"You want it played after food?" She took another bite of food, angrily stabbing the remnants of her plate. She still really, really wanted to be annoyed. But she remembered feeling alone, singled out, and down on her luck. She remembered that all very sharply, and that more than anything made her upset. Made her angry. Made her want to punch things.

She just didn't know how to express that at the moment.

 

[Sergeant Omen]

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TAG: Aayla Shan​

Omen quickly slide the chip over before the woman changed her mind. "Just pass it over her room's comms network. It's mainly just me giving a pep talk I guess, nothing really harmful. I don't know how to support her otherwise except by saying I'm there for her. That's all anyone can really do."

The clone glanced at the starship catalogs trying to find another topic of discussion that would make his new aqantience forget the annoyance of her task before it made her fly right out of the mess hall's roof. "Do you know any good weapons for modular pods? They are about 30 by 10 and I'm trying to fit all the weapons I can in them. Probably will just do bomblets and the new droid fighters I mentioned but I'm opened to new ideas. Maybe an ion torpedo rack...

The Arc glanced up, meeting her annoyed gaze and trying to soothe her by sending out lost clone vides. "You could look at her if you wanted, she isn't much but she has good bones. That is if you still want to talk to me after this favor."

Omen's message: "Hey Aalya, hey it's me Omen... I haven't seen you in a while and just wanted to say hi. And also there was another reason I pushed or are pushing you and Kadan thing that I didn't mention before. I had a very close friend who died on my watch. He had a girlfriend per se and never got to say I'm sorry for failing her. I guess I don't want to fail you too as I did to her... I... don't want to tell the other one that their close friend has died from my actions, killing off any potential there for the two to grow together. I never want to fail in this new universe... So please, don't get killed and give yourself an opportunity to grow together..." Tears can be heard falling in the background before he straightens up again. "Sorry, I shouldn't babble on about my sad sob story. I hope to see you around Burc'ya... Be safe..."

 

[Phalsi Drynchen]

ARGH!
Objective: Sent the wrong idea.
Equipment: Under-Armor, Clothes-How they look, Wrist Device, The Encoil, Zerek Stowaway Node, ICE/iBorg Clarion Personal Translator
Weapons: Three ornate Zenji Needles being used as hairpins​

He slid over the message, and she stared at it for a long moment as though it had grown fangs and was threatening her life. Reaching slowly, she pulled it to her side of the table as she listened. She couldn't argue that he wasn't trying to be helpful, she was just irritated with herself. Her eyes lingered on the message, still listening before realizing she had given off the wrong message with her switch in attitude.

She rubbed and scratched her scalp, realizing too late that she had sent the man packing when he was just trying to be helpful. And that she might in fact have been the trouble at the table. She scowled, unable to separate herself from her irritation at the moment before looking at him.

"Modular pods can have some significant abilities to them. You can even add some special materials for sneaky jobs to make it harder to detect what you have got. I'm...sorry. I want to talk about that, this, ship stuff more, but I'm stuck on old sith-spit right now. I'll stop by after I have cooled my head." She huffed. Leaning in her chair to one side, she didn't want to look him in the eye now after feeling guilty. She'd jumped down his throat thinking one thing, when the opposite had been true.

"And thanks, for, looking out for others." She hollered as he walked out, blowing out a breath and digging back into her meal. She ate quickly, the taste having turned a bit sour in her mouth after believing something she shouldn't have.

She meandered, listening to the message before finding Aayla's assigned room and sitting outside for a minute. The Silver system wasn't the most difficult thing to get into when you had a password and side door entry. Especially when you were taking classes in how to access systems as a hobby. With a bit of work, and some simple timing algorithms for playing the message, she walked away.

Aayla Shan would enter her room with the proper code, and after several seconds the message in question would play on a reasonable volume to not be overheard outside her room. The terminal wouldn't let her shut it off until it was finished playing, and there was even a little message on the tail end signifying that Phalsi had in fact been the one to relay the message.

 

[Sergeant Omen]

"Modular pods can have some significant abilities to them. You can even add some special materials for sneaky jobs to make it harder to detect what you have got. I'm...sorry. I want to talk about that, this, ship stuff more, but I'm stuck on old sith-spit right now. I'll stop by after I have cooled my head." She huffed. Leaning in her chair to one side, she didn't want to look him in the eye now after feeling guilty. She'd jumped down his throat thinking one thing, when the opposite had been true.

"I might take you up on learning about those sneaky materials. Seems very useful to have to not freeze yourself in carbonite to get past a scanner" He frowned as she mentioned her troubles. "Just know that I'm here for you however I can be, even when you just need space. My ship is on pad 77 if you ever want to talk." He grunted as he got up, a side effect of him sitting too long and put his tray on top of the waste disposal container before starting to walk onto into the dining hall and into the rain.

"And thanks, for, looking out for others." She hollered as he walked out, blowing out a breath and digging back into her meal.

He waved goodbye as he hollered back. "Someone has to before you Jedi all kill yourselves by the method of training!" The rain met his poncho as he pulled his hood up, only smiling after what seemed to be making a new friend. What seemed like a dreary day on the outside turned out out to be a rather good one. The galaxy hadn't fallen on him yet and hopefully, he could keep it off his shoulders a while longer.