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Sergeant Omen

Arc Trooper Sergeant of the 41st Elite Corps
As he was coming out of the ship to check if the fueling was done and he could pull the fuel pipe away to get ready to go, he heard that familiar voice and turned to see Saram crossing the distance towards him. It seemed like the Strill was trying her best to normalize relations towards him and put behind their rocky past. Or the non-existent past... Omen hesitated at the hand for a moment, not really registering what she was saying, as he took a second to figure out how to respond.

After a split-second decision, the Clone reached out and did the traditional Mando handshake, holding her forearm. "Yeah, well... It's a long way home." Which was true. Having a place for refugees in the Unknown Regions was great for security, but it was a terrible commute, no matter how you slice it. And of course, he missed being with Aren and Jett. Letting her go, he didn't have an excuse for not talking to her over the past few days other than to try to avoid the awkwardness between them. Guess Saram was tired of waiting on him...

At her talking about Gal, Omen offered a half smile as he replied. "I haven't had any today, but the gal made by refugees with varying amounts of experience, it's pretty good, yes." A moment of silence passed between them before he asked what he had been thinking about since Braze had told him Saram was still alive. "So... what have you been up to since I saw you last...?" It was his polite way of saying, What kept you from sending me a message...? other than just being scared of commitment.

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Saram returned the handshake as decades of interacting with other Mandalorians had taught her. She didn't have a buy'ce to hide behind today. The best she could manage was a sheepish smile as she thought of what to tell him. "You want the truth or do you want the excuse? That's a ridiculous shabla question. Of course you'd prefer the truth," she said, the last party quickly stumbling out. "I was up to all kinds of things, but nothing that prevented me from getting a message out. Truth is, like I told you on Kaas, I'm not good at this."

"I can barely figure out how to stay friends with the people who've had my back for over 10 years, vod,"
she stammered out. "I could blame a whole list of people and reasons for that, but let's be honest, that one's on me," she added. "I am glad you found someone who is good at this though, you deserve that much," she smiled warmly, genuinely glad for him. She had meant what she had said, and without armor to hide behind, she was a terrible shabla liar. They had trained her in fieldcraft, not tradecraft after all.

"No one I know, right?" she asked, frowning slightly, insulted at the mere prospect that someone she knew would attempt this, let alone succeed and not tell her the good news. Would she be jealous if she heard that way? Maybe. She sure as shab wasn't di'kut'la enough to say anything even if she was. "I'm trying to be better, we can't all save a sector or lead massive fleets, might as well try in the ways I can," she said, "Figure what better way to do that than help watch that one's back, start there at least," she added, nodding at Braze Braze .

 

Sergeant Omen

Arc Trooper Sergeant of the 41st Elite Corps
Saram was a different beast to someone like Aren. She was still a little girl at heart, while Aren had tried to purge that out of her. Which was funny, seeing she was the armored warrior. For the first time since they met, Omen managed a smile. "Well, no one is good at everything. Hopefully, the teasing you'll be getting from your squadmates will be enough payback for my purposes." It was the sign that Omen was willing to leave the past in the past as much as he would be up wondering at night what would have been if Saram had just been a little braver.

When she said that was glad that he had found someone, Omen looked a little surprised. He had never talked about Aren D'Shade Aren D'Shade to anyone here, so he was surprised when Saram mentioned him having someone. Guess the band on his finger was enough for her to make up her own mind. His fingers absentmindedly twisted it as they said slowly, as they tried to collect his words. "Umm... Yes, she is a good woman who takes care of me as much as I annoy her. We are like oil and water most of the time, but that's what makes it fun. And no, I don't think you've met her before, though who knows in this galaxy." It would have been incredible if the two women had met in the past, but Omen knew better than to discount fate.

Omen gave her a half smile back as he looked her over. She seemed about the same as in the old days, chipper and all smiles. "I don't think you need to try to be better; you just need to do. As for everything else, I'll don't know how often I'll be around unless someone like Braze or Jasper asks me to lead something, but I'll do my best to answer the call when needed." It was the best Omen could do for now. He had two people at home he cared about, and they took priority over everything else. Though for someone who had a massive fleet of Mandalorian Ships at their disposal, it seemed like Saram was making a lot of excuses for herself.

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