At Peace
Shai glanced at the pillow on the ground and slowly tugged loose her gun belt, wrapping it up and placing it down in front of the pillow before joining the kids on the ground. Her legs were crossed and her hands gripped her ankles as she nervously listened to what the lady had to say. Unsurprisingly, Shai didn't manage to absorb all that much from the lesson. It also didn't help that she wasn't much for history to begin with. The only thing she knew about Mando culture was their weapons and what went into them. But that was pretty insignificant in terms of the overall history the lady was trying to teach them.
Finally the lessons concluded and Shai was released. As soon as she got outside she lit a cigarette and took a deep drag, shuddering as she felt its effects take hold. "You could have told me I was about to be locked into a boring-ass history lesson." she fired back with a flat tone as she followed after Kragr. "I'm not a history nut, I'm a gun nut. You know how hard it is to stay awake through all that?" she rhetorically asked. "Plus the lady sucked when it came to explaining all that stuff. You guys got one weird language." she complained as they got closer to the food pit. "Gotta admit it, though. Mandos got some hardcore history under the belt." she concluded before taking another puff. She quickly finished up her cigarette before going inside for lunch.
Without any clue on how it worked or any regard, she started to pile on a hefty plate of food for herself and grabbed a seat across from Kragr. She dug in and quickly started to make a dent in the pile of food on her plate until she took a break for a sip of whatever it was they were dishing out. With mug in hand, Shai shifted slightly in her seat to get a look around the place. "So the whole 'always wear armour' thing goes for even around your homes? Not just off world or on a mission?" she asked him as she stared at some people walking around in full armour. She was rather mesmerized by their different looks, paint jobs, mods and other features. However she quickly turned away when she noticed some of them catching onto her staring. Her mug was placed down and she continued on with her meal, devouring it at a solid pace while trying to avoid eye contact...
Kragr Krayt
Finally the lessons concluded and Shai was released. As soon as she got outside she lit a cigarette and took a deep drag, shuddering as she felt its effects take hold. "You could have told me I was about to be locked into a boring-ass history lesson." she fired back with a flat tone as she followed after Kragr. "I'm not a history nut, I'm a gun nut. You know how hard it is to stay awake through all that?" she rhetorically asked. "Plus the lady sucked when it came to explaining all that stuff. You guys got one weird language." she complained as they got closer to the food pit. "Gotta admit it, though. Mandos got some hardcore history under the belt." she concluded before taking another puff. She quickly finished up her cigarette before going inside for lunch.
Without any clue on how it worked or any regard, she started to pile on a hefty plate of food for herself and grabbed a seat across from Kragr. She dug in and quickly started to make a dent in the pile of food on her plate until she took a break for a sip of whatever it was they were dishing out. With mug in hand, Shai shifted slightly in her seat to get a look around the place. "So the whole 'always wear armour' thing goes for even around your homes? Not just off world or on a mission?" she asked him as she stared at some people walking around in full armour. She was rather mesmerized by their different looks, paint jobs, mods and other features. However she quickly turned away when she noticed some of them catching onto her staring. Her mug was placed down and she continued on with her meal, devouring it at a solid pace while trying to avoid eye contact...
Kragr Krayt