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Buy'ce gal ti ner vod (Darth Metus)

@[member="Darth Metus"]

The Nomad had recently landed on Corellia, mainly to see the place, hit a few bars, and have a good time. However, Verz Horak, commander of the Nomad, had decided to spend his evening alone.

He walked through a relatively small street, looking for a bar and some time with his thoughts. He found one that looked good, walked in, ignoring the bouncer, who did little to stop him. Nobody smart messes with a Mandalorian. And people could tell from a mile away Verz was a Mandalorian. As he sat down, the wooden barstool creaked under his weight and the weight of his distinctive crimson armor, scarred from many battles under the banner of his people.
 
Bounty Hunting, for many, was a steady source of income. However, for the man who already had a consistent source of credits, Bounty Hunting was much more. It was the definition of a "nice change of pace" and allowed the Mandalorian known as Isley Verd to get away from the front lines, the political stages, and even the crowded halls of home. Through putting slugs into unsavory folk, Isley was able to breathe a breath of fresh air and ready himself to repeat the regular grind that came with "responsible living". It was on one of these ventures that the Mandalorian found himself on Corellia, inside one of the nicer bars in town. He had recently put down target, provided evidence, and had come to the bar in order to collect his payment from his client.

When the transaction was complete, Isley strode over to the bar and sat down, ordering himself a shot of Corellian Whiskey in celebration of a job well done. As the bartender set about pouring his drink, the beskar-clad warrior turned when the newest individual to enter the bar made his way over...and Isley couldn't believe his eyes. The beskar'gam that was donned by the former Manda'lor, a man Isley knew and fought alongside long before he had ascended to said mantle, had just walked into the bar. "Oya!" he all but yelled, rising from his seat. "Verz! By Manda, I can't believe it! It's me, Isley! How've you been Vod?"

@[member="Verz Horak"].
 
@[member="Isley Verd"]

Verz looked at Isley in disbelief as the other Mando approached. It had been a long time since he last saw Isley. Verz walked toward Isley and grabbed his forearm in greeting. He was glad to see his old squad leader again. "Holy kark ner vod! Haven't seen you in ages!" Verz looked at Isley's face to see how it had changed. "You sure have gotten ugly ner vod." Verz laughed as he poked fun at Isley. "So, what have you been up to?"
 

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