Private Kestri Sucks

[Thrassk]

Thrassk had arrived on Kestri at the behest of his companion, Roon, who had suffered a dent in his helmet and could not stand it any longer. The Trandoshan insisted that he could simply fix it himself, but ever the sour puss Roon had also insisted that Beskar required special tools. When the Trandoshan then replied that his hands were a match for any tool the Mandalorian decided to hide behind the weak guise of religion, his strange religion that seemed to be full of exceptions for anyone on a given day. Needless to say Thrassk didn't buy it, but he would oblige if only to fulfill his own ulterior motive...

As the Drexl's ramp lowered and Thrassk took his first steps onto the Mandalorian capital the first word that crossed his mind was. "Cold." Despite being banded in over two layers of Wookie-pelt coats, heat regulating gloves, and other similar winter clothing; This place was simply unfit for a Trandoshan. Needless to say Thrassk was not particularly pleased, staring daggers at Roon as the two began to walk through the crowded annals of this new Mandalore.

What made it worse is that as far as Thrassk was concerned they all looked the same whilst they had their helmets on, it was even more confusing when he saw some walking without helmets however. "Ssss... I thought this planet would mostly be Mandalorians but they're not all wearing helmets, do you lie shell?" Thrassk hissed, his voice full of venom as he clutched his axe tightly. The Trandoshan always felt more comfortable with a weapon is in hand especially in foreign unknown lands, it would give him a few looks but in a world of warriors ultimately no one bothered prodding about it.

Thrassk grinned however as they got closer to the armorer as there was another reason as he'd come wielding his axe... For so long Roon and Thrassk battled one another over whether Thrassk's axe was ACTUALLY beskar and ACTUALLY taken off a dead Mandalorian, Thrassk always insisted it was and swears he slew a Mandalorian in single combat to obtain it. Roon on the other hand was the ever doubter of the Trandoshan's abilities and insisted it could not be Beskar, well now was time for the moment of truth as they arrived. "I hope you have credits on hand shell, this axe is as Beskar as your helmet." He said flicking it with a claw.

Roon Vindar

 

[Roon Vindar]

"No more of this shell nonsense," the Mandalorian ordered in return, a brief flash of the T-visor turned from the crowds to see the frozen lizard in all his mounds of stolen fur. Roon seemed to be a match to all the others that mation about within the last of the Mandalorian cities, otherwise know as Tor Valum; a name not mentioned to the Trandoshan, doubtless to be the cas eof incessent ridicule or some other form or needless chatter from him. "Unlike me, not all of us are so leniant once it comes to comments of that nature."

Still, Thrassk had not been incorrect. Both in armour and out, Mandalorians roamed and some even elected to air their faces - there had been no central race to a Mandalorian, Roon had known he soon needed to remark. But it was another situation altogether as to if Thrassk could even understand it, or choose to not for one reason or another. It was in times like this he wondered as to why he even bothered to associate with the Trandoshan.

"Different sects, beliefs, not one Mandalorian is the same as the other. I am unable to remove mine, others can at their own choice." He let it sit in the air between them for but a moment, an extra note added on soon afterwrds, "Once the Sith destroyed Mandalore and scattered the Mando'ade, Tor Valum had become a mix of us all from across the Galaxy."

Thrassk