Reliving the Glory Days (Jorn)

[Verz Horak]

[member="Jorn Mair"]

Verz Horak was bored. He was sitting in his quarters in the Nomad, currently, ah who the kark knows where? Ordo probably does, but Verz sure doesn't. The burly ex-Mand'alor took another swig of the beer in his hand. The stuff was bitter, but he liked it anyway. He messed around with a holopanel, looking at random technical information on the ship. Engines: fine. Environment: Fine. Water supply: Fine.

So Verz activated the terminal in his room. He didn't know why, but he just felt like it. He absent mindedly scrolled through the list of contacts on the Holonet. His eyes fell on the name Jorn Mair. One of his best friends when they were on active duty together. Good times.

Verz thought for a moment, then pressed the CALL button.

 

[Ignatius]

I pulled the razor over my chin. Cutting off the last few hairs on my beard. It has been way to long since I have been in a fresh battle or mission. I set the razor down and began to wash off my face. The cool water ran over my cheeks chin and mouth to wash off the reinments of cut hairs, and leftover cream. I looked up at the mirror in my bathroom and ran a hand over my face. feeling the now cool and smooth skin that I had on my face. Where my beard was, now rested a few black spots of dirt and grime that had been covered up. I looked at them. Placing some face cleaner over them. it only took about a minute to do that task when I heard a solid tone on my communicator.

I walked into the room. Looking at the wooden frame of my house in the middle of nowhere on Mandalore. Walking over to the device, I picked it up from my back Beskar'garm and placed it into the house's projector. Still ringing until I hit the answer, I smiled as I knew who it was.

A holoimage of Verz sitting down showed up. I smiled and spoke thinking of the times when we would joke about the wars that we had worked side by side. "Su'cuy Vod Horak! It has been far to long since I have seen your old face!" I chuckled as his form was there before me.

[member="Verz Horak"]

 

[Verz Horak]

"It has been too long ner vod. It seems like we haven't spoken since Borosk! Those damn Imperial wannabes!"

At the sight of his old war buddy, the grizzled Mandalorian smiled. Verz took a drink from the open bottle of beer in his hand. It felt like he hadn't seen his old friend in ages. He could still remember the times they spent dicking around on board troop transports, waiting to drop out of hyperspace, laughing and having fun. If no one else, Jorn was like a true brother to Verz. The old squad had always been close, but Kyr was always a bit distant, Adenn was a good friend too, but was more fixated on blowing poodoo up, Mirta was close too, but she wasn't as good a friend, and Mia, well Mia had always been a bit bossy, but she was like Verz's sister. Verz knew that Jorn would always be there for him, and he would do the same for him.

"So, ner vod, how goes it?"

[member="Jorn Mair"]

 

[Ignatius]

I smiled and nodded to my "Brother" Though we were not born from the same womb nor shared the same milk as a child, I could call him that as we had done so much in battles. he had saved my life, and I in turn did so to him. Hell, we both had met with the likes of Daxton Bane and survived.

"That long ago? Sithspit! that has been far to long ago Vod."

I spoke with a smile His next question was already thought of in my mind. I had been gone from the others of my kind for far to long. Living alone to try and stay away from the war. So much had happened, that I had to take a break. Even the most bravest and strongest of men, needed a breather. deciding that I needed to tell the truth, I did.

"Everybody needs a breather. I happened to take mine in recent years. I was actually planning on trying to get back into the fight. I have been away for far to long. and my knee is better since my last fight with a saber."

he knew exactly what I meant by that. Last time I had faced a person with a Lightsaber, it was A Sith with the name of Shorn. He had stabbed me in the knee and took my pride. Then I wanted to get him back, now I just dont care anymore. if I do see him, I wouldn't hesitate to kill him however. looking at the holo of Verz I nodded my head to him jutting my chin out, "And you?"

[member="Verz Horak"]

 

[Verz Horak]

[member="Jorn Mair"]

"Well, I'm glad to hear your knee is better."
If Verz remembered right, that injury had happened on Junction, when the Sith attacked. That was a fierce battle and many good men were lost or wounded. The memory, while full of the glory of battle, also held a lot of pain. Verz and Jorn were just Initiates. It was Verz's first major battle. The only other deployment had been to Taris, and only a few sickly Rakghouls were there, besides the cowardly pirates that fled the system when the Mandalorian fleet reclaimed the planet that they once held.

"Well, I'm sure you remember me being deposed as Mand'alor, ner vod. Currently, I am somewhere near," Verz paused to check the Galactic Map, "Corellia, I think. I do miss Mandalore, but I just like I needed to leave, at least for a while. But I will return, someday. Right now it is just me, Arla and Ordo. What about you?"

 

[Ignatius]

I nodded my head as my Vod commented lightly about my knee. I knew that I could still use it in battle, and it was fine since it's replacement by a doctor that I later had a eventful evening. But that was the past. The time now caught up to me as Verz talked about his being Mandalore for a time, and where he was at. I smiled and nodded my head. "I remember. Sad however that I could have not seen those days." He pointed out that he was near Corellia.

With a knowledgeable nod on the subject, "Same feelings have been felt here Vod, I'm on Mandalore, but secluded and alone. Unless you count my War droid that I have keep in a slumber for a while." I frowned as he said that he would come someday soon. I should have been happy, but there was a feeling inside of me that once he did return, things would change rapidly. and they might not be for the good. Still, it would be good to see him again.

"It would be nice to see you again."

[member="Verz Horak"]

 

[Verz Horak]

"Well, ner vod, I don't know if I can go back, at least right now. I don't know how many allit'buir wanted me dead. Hopefully one day soon ner vod, I can visit. But for now I can't."

Verz did miss his brother in arms. All he had besides Arla and Ordo were his strill, alcohol, and memories. Well, and maybe a dose of PTSD. He missed the lush forests around his home and the bustle of Keldabe. He missed the feeling of the warm sun of his home on his skin and the chirping of insects at night. Suddenly another memory broke through to the surface.

"Hey, Jorn, remember trying to take back Junction?"