Armed.
It suddenly became might awkward as Mathieu seemed to have hit a nerve. While he thought that his willingness to fight the Sith would have won the Mandalorian over after hearing about their shared dislike of them, it seemed to have had the effect of instead triggering an angry rant about how bad the Sith were. While he agreed, it was obvious that Zephyr was more passionate about it - quite understandable, seeing as how he was much more directly affected by it.
Exchanging war stories with the Mandalorian was a decidedly good idea, or at least so he thought. His lips soon curled into a happy smile upon hearing that they might hire him. It was hard to tell if he was being serious or not, but at least he seemed to appreciate the story - something which Zephyr's facial expressions also revealed. Tha Mandalorian's story was interesting in its own right and while it didn't contain any Sith, it did include attacking Imperials and a rather comical segment about what sounded like aggressive flesh eating plants. Letting out a hearty laugh, Mathieu leaned back and put a hand on his stomach. "Sounds like some dangerous plants. Your ally must have been insane though - who knows what kind of acids those things contains! Got any souvenirs from it?" he said, clearly taken by the story.
"Morellia" he said without any hesitation "We're at the edge of the galaxy, not much to look at, not much excitement." he said, giving his new companion a clue as to why he was no longer there. "What about you? Mandalore?" he asked, albeit carefully, not wishing to upset the Mandalorian again.
It would not be long before another belly-rub as the large Mercenary felt a creeping sense of hunger. Getting up from his seat, he proclaimed "Time for some real food, eh?" he said, concluding that the sandwiches just weren't enough, also making it abundantly clear that he ate quite a lot - something which was natural in order to maintain shape and form. "What do you like? I've got some porg, a nice bantha stake, some fish I picked up during my off hours" he said and listed a few more ingredients. When the Mandalorian had made his preference clear, Mathieu would give him a thumbs up "Alright, sit tight" he said before leaving to go prepare their dinner.
Zephyr Kumaara
Exchanging war stories with the Mandalorian was a decidedly good idea, or at least so he thought. His lips soon curled into a happy smile upon hearing that they might hire him. It was hard to tell if he was being serious or not, but at least he seemed to appreciate the story - something which Zephyr's facial expressions also revealed. Tha Mandalorian's story was interesting in its own right and while it didn't contain any Sith, it did include attacking Imperials and a rather comical segment about what sounded like aggressive flesh eating plants. Letting out a hearty laugh, Mathieu leaned back and put a hand on his stomach. "Sounds like some dangerous plants. Your ally must have been insane though - who knows what kind of acids those things contains! Got any souvenirs from it?" he said, clearly taken by the story.
"Morellia" he said without any hesitation "We're at the edge of the galaxy, not much to look at, not much excitement." he said, giving his new companion a clue as to why he was no longer there. "What about you? Mandalore?" he asked, albeit carefully, not wishing to upset the Mandalorian again.
It would not be long before another belly-rub as the large Mercenary felt a creeping sense of hunger. Getting up from his seat, he proclaimed "Time for some real food, eh?" he said, concluding that the sandwiches just weren't enough, also making it abundantly clear that he ate quite a lot - something which was natural in order to maintain shape and form. "What do you like? I've got some porg, a nice bantha stake, some fish I picked up during my off hours" he said and listed a few more ingredients. When the Mandalorian had made his preference clear, Mathieu would give him a thumbs up "Alright, sit tight" he said before leaving to go prepare their dinner.
Zephyr Kumaara