Good Ol' Scoundrel
3RD BATTALION CAMP
U'TEP MOUNTAINS
YURB
Immediately after OPERATION: SANDCASTLE...
Casualties were revised. Logistics were settled. Reports were written and handed. All that remained? Nita Quez.
Amon left the headquarters tent of the battalion and walked decisively with a hard step, as usual, to where the other Mandalorian was. He did not possess previously the luxury of time to find out more about the mysterious woman of aliit Quez due to quite chitty circumstances. Now, he had all the time in the galaxy, or, well, at least until Dorn Company of 3rd Battalion was ready to depart Yurb after the operation was complete.
He slammed the locks of his helmet and after a pressurized hiss, Amon flung it off revealing his battle-hardened face and hooked it to his utility belt at the side right next to the hilt of the Darksaber. The Vizsla stopped a few feet before her and gave her a long, cold stare.
"You fought well for a farmer, Quez." he tonelessly said in Mando'a. Supposed to be a compliment in his books but his socializing ineptitude really made it hard for others to discern it.
Amon glanced for a brief moment at his cybernetic right hand, fresh memories from Azure flashing through his mind briefly. Then, he looked once more into her eyes.
"You never thought of leaving farming behind for the glory of battle?"
U'TEP MOUNTAINS
YURB
Immediately after OPERATION: SANDCASTLE...
Casualties were revised. Logistics were settled. Reports were written and handed. All that remained? Nita Quez.
Amon left the headquarters tent of the battalion and walked decisively with a hard step, as usual, to where the other Mandalorian was. He did not possess previously the luxury of time to find out more about the mysterious woman of aliit Quez due to quite chitty circumstances. Now, he had all the time in the galaxy, or, well, at least until Dorn Company of 3rd Battalion was ready to depart Yurb after the operation was complete.
He slammed the locks of his helmet and after a pressurized hiss, Amon flung it off revealing his battle-hardened face and hooked it to his utility belt at the side right next to the hilt of the Darksaber. The Vizsla stopped a few feet before her and gave her a long, cold stare.
"You fought well for a farmer, Quez." he tonelessly said in Mando'a. Supposed to be a compliment in his books but his socializing ineptitude really made it hard for others to discern it.
Amon glanced for a brief moment at his cybernetic right hand, fresh memories from Azure flashing through his mind briefly. Then, he looked once more into her eyes.
"You never thought of leaving farming behind for the glory of battle?"
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