Character
Location: Military canteen, one war zone or another
Objective: Serve the soldiers
Tags: OPEN
Open to and soldier type who would consider a mandalorian from the empire a "friendly" - feel free to go gritty and angsty for your reasons to be in the canteen
A clan Toss patrol ship had stopped in orbit above a world where a friendly group were engaged in a pitched battle in the rain. Alyvia wasn't familiar with the enemy was but her captain had given the order to engage so her vod had descended from space like angels of death. That was a week ago.
They had deployed a battlefield canteen and Alyvia was heading it up. The evening had been quiet and the young Zeltron had found her kitchen duties fairly light. Some evenings combat worked up an appetite, some evenings the bloodshed made people so sick they couldnt stomach anything but a calming drink to forget. It was an evening of the latter it seemed.
Even so she had two large pots on the fire, one of which was heating to stew over night for tomorrow. The other contained a fiercely spicey stew that was one of her specialties and the sort of thing that would cause a warmth in the gut that would make you feel like you were at home by the fire, not out here surrounded by mud and wondering if that last bang-whistle had your name on it.
She looked across at the latest person who sat at the bar in her canteen quietly nursing a drink that had been served when they first entered. What was their story, she wondered. Alyvia used a ladle to put a large scoop of stew into a bowl and added on a tray next to it a couple of crunchy home baked cobs. She walked over and placed it down in front of the warrior. "Get that down you, it'll help." she said with kindness before adjusting her dusty brown fatigues and reaching to top up their glass. "Want to talk about it?" she asked as the golden brown liquid sloshed into the small glass.
