Not too Broken

[unforgiven_yasuo]

When it came to free time, Rei typically preferred sparing or any activity that would help advance her skills. She did not enjoy spending time learning about people. Most of the time, she hated people - it was rare that she could find someone actually worth speaking with, especially in a cruddy bar on Tatooine. These places were full of lowlifes who, most likely, made a living by pillaging off the less fortunate.

She, at least, could find some use of this place. One thing she never could practice enough was her use of The Force. She stood in one of the random corners, arms crossed, leaning against the walls, eyelids half-open. She was not dressed like a Jedi, but like a typical peasant. Her lightsaber was hidden inside her loose tunic, completely vanished into the folds of the fabric. She even rubbed dirt onto her cheeks and into her hair for good measure. People would not glance a second time at someone who looked so cruddy.

If possible, Rei wanted to see if she could tap into The Force and completely silence all the chaotic sounds of the bar; the sliding and clinking of glasses, the loud blabbering in dozens of different languages, and the bizarre music, all could be heard in a haze of sounds and smells. If only she could focus... search for something unique.... drown out and separate the comotion.

[member="Char-Li Luzerei"]

 

[Teh_Asian]

Char-Li was cloaked, by that it means that his armor was covered by a loose and light material to match the sand. He was stumbling around, his hand holding onto his shoulder which was bleeding from a wound that he had suffered from a job. He smiled behind his menacing helmet, almost wanting to welcome the music that was muffled from the damaged speakers on his helmet.

He came to a stop at the entrance before taking in what the surroundings were before continuing off and slumping down into a booth, leaving a trail of blood The blood gave a red, sleek look on the ground, but was ignored by just about everyone there. Blaster fire would've cauterized the wound but it was the actual shrapnel from his armor that forced him to bleed.

"Strong one," he muttered to the waitress behind his helmet, the woman leaving him a small metallic cup before being left along. Char-Li unsealed his helmet and then laid it on the table before downing the drink with little effort or reaction. He took out a small kit from his back and began repairing the helmet's functions, it's HUD, communicator, and other odds he could fix.

[member="Rei Ishveil"]

 

[unforgiven_yasuo]

Rather suddenly, something sharp shot up into her nostrils. When she went into her Force hazes, she would often let go of other senses, which would often result in her being tossed back into reality as though she had been struck down by an armored truck. This time, she doubted it was the Force, but her natural sense of smell. She was a Zorren and her sense of smell was always overpowering.

She could smell something metallic, like iron, with a hint of flesh. It became obvious, right away, she was smelling blood. A little bit of blood would not have been so noticeable, but this was strikingly strong. Rei removed herself from her spot on the wall and shoved her way through the packed pub. It did not take her long to locate a man with a Mandalorian helmet mounted on the table in front of him.

Rei knew she was not charismatic, but that was just another skill to adapt. She casually walked over to the man and slumped in the seat beside him, shooing the waitress away with a flick of her wrist. He was a Mandalorian, maybe, not a politician; so, she chose the words she felt seemed more appropriate to appeal to him. "I take it the other guy looks a lot worse?" she said, having to be loud so he could hear her over the comotion.

[member="Char-Li Luzerei"]

 

[Teh_Asian]

Char-Li looked up, brushing his shoulder long hair away from his eyes before shrugging. It was sort of he had it worse than the guy he killed, people taller than him tend to do that whenever they get close. He was a Mandalorian, but not by blood, but by creation.

"In a way," He replied, not as loud but still enough to be heard.

He took out a small bio-gel filler and pressed it against the singed piece of armor before injecting the contents inside of it. He took in a small breath before letting it out with a hiss then looked back to the woman. He seemed rather irritated but he really wasn't, he was just on edge from the adrenaline and dopemine mixture in his body.

"If you're going to take a seat, take it, I'm welcoming you." He wasn't in the mood for yet another bounty hunter trying to kill him and end up failing, again.

[member="Rei Ishveil"]

 

[unforgiven_yasuo]

Rei made herself comfortable in the seat beside the Mandalorian and observed him as he fixed his wound. Her father had come home with wounds like that on more than one occasion, so she became well familiarized with wound cleaning. "You'd have better luck sealing the wound if you use your flame thrower and cauterize it," she suggested, not wanting to sound demanding or too smug. Flame-throwers were a staple for Mandalorians and she doubted he did not have one. Sometimes, cauterizing a wound was the best way to go, even if it was the most painful.

[member="Char-Li Luzerei"]

 

[Teh_Asian]

Char-Li sighed, shaking his head, "The flame'll keep burning and it'll do more harm than good if I miss. The bio-gel will have to do, thank you." He says, his gloved hand running through his hair with a sigh. He knew he was Mandolorian, but he never considered himself one. But of course he had a flame thrower, one he would rarely use unless necessary, his forearm blames, ascension cable, and wrist rocket. His jetpack was replaced by a special rig that held his modified DC-15s with a modified barrel and scope that helped him in various situations along with it's ammunition and anything else he needed.

"Got a name?" He asked, nonchalantly as he sat up and studied the woman, something he learned to do by habit. He saw that she looked like a Tattooinian but didn't have the demeanor nor look of one. Her tone seemed rather welcoming for one but it wouldn't be the strangest one around, not compared to his which most of the elders recognized him as a clone - not that they lived long enough after to tell anyone.

[member="Rei Ishveil"]

 

[unforgiven_yasuo]

"I could do it for you," she suggested, though she highly doubted he would go for that. Her cauterizing it for him would mean he would have to remove his flame thrower and the armor on his wounded shoulder and trust that she would not go crazy and burn the entire pub down; in fact, now that she thought about it, the entire idea sounded bizarre.

"Ishveil, Rei," she replied, shifting around so the position was not smashing her tail between her body and the back of the chair. She liked having it free, able to wag freely. It seemed to wag more often than not. "-and you, bounty hunter?" she asked, gold eyes scanning over his face.

[member="Char-Li Luzerei"]​

 

[Teh_Asian]

"Depends on the day of the week, I only go for thugs and scum, never politicians or sith, especially not Jedi- 10,000 credits for commission and 5,000 per head, additional if you want it loud. And no thanks, I'm happy with the bio gel, as I said before." Why would she offer to help his own wound? People are strange, but he's seen stranger than most.

There wasn't much he remembered at his early childhood and at the time he was naive, but he remembered kids that shared his face but not his hair. They had shorter ones as his was down to his shoulders as it always was. His face was a bit more different then the other clones due to some genetic coding gone wanky but they never considered him a defect but merely a new line. He enjoyed those six months before the cryo sleep came over, then the hard part came over. Being a new man in new world while carrying an old world face was hard enough as it is, now people were starting to shoot at him just for having the armor that the man he had been cloned for had on.

Mandalorian, clone, outcast, exile.​

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[member="Rei Ishveil"]​

 

[Teh_Asian]

//Hello~? XP

 

[unforgiven_yasuo]

[member="Char-Li Luzerei"] .... Sorry. Y'know, life and stuff....

Rei observed the armored man as he took the time to clean his wounds. This seemed fitting enough for her learning. In order to be a better Jedi, she had to be better with people. She had to be charismatic, trustworthy, and, of course, a cunning psychologist. All of those things were argumentative. Sure, she could be trustworthy, most of the time; but, she was hardly any good with words and knew little about people and how they thought. The only thing she could really see in this man was the fact that he was a clone. Having been on so many planets, she knew that because she had seen that face many, many times.

 

[Teh_Asian]

Char-Li finished his wound, sealing the armor back up before sitting up softly and moved his helmet to the side before placing the device down onto the table before stretching his arm a bit. He chuckled softly, shaking his head a bit. He liked the feeling of burning his skin in a way, the stretching of the skin that's just now settling is what he loved. The healing process of it all.

"Char-Li Luzon, that's my name."

He loved the name, it meant something much more deeper than what people would think.

//It's coolios! I hope everything was fine on your side of the screen!

[member="Rei Ishveil"]