Serenno… Wait, this isn't Mandalore! Help! (Ordo)

[Ginnie Dib]

For the second time the young Verdling was off on her own outside of Confederate Space. What, she'd wanted to see the Galaxy while she was still young enough to get out of the troubles she inevitably stumbled into. Besides things were getting weird on Castle Ne'tra, what with the clone babies and weird Echani ladies and Isley's muttering to himself… Not conducive to development of a healthy and wholesome thirteen year old Mandalorian girl. So, Ginnie took it upon herself to travel to Mandalorian Space and hunker down for some good home cooking and mischief making.

"Ahh, Mandalore! I've missed you!" Ginnie threw herself down on the ground outside the space port and her helmet kissed the ground, the bright pink of her armour shining pleasantly in the noon day sun. "Mwah! Wait…" There were odd looking people, people without Beskar'gam and some didn't even have blasters! Ginnie hoisted herself up and dusted off, glancing around with a shrug. "I must be in some new quarter or something. Oh well! Come on, feet. Let's go explore. Maybe there're Ke'spa cakes a couple streets over."

But there were no cakes, there was nothing familiar and as Ginnie continued to travel the streets of the Serenno space port, a sinking feeling crawled up to knock on her knees. She called up her locator beacon and the hologram flashed to life above her crush gaunt. Serenno.

"But… but we can't be on Serenno, I bought my ticket for Mandalore! I did, I know I did! It's… oh no, where's my ticket!? I lost my ticket!" The tiny Mando wrenched into her tattered knapsack and found her wallet - but the ticket slip was gone. "Oh no! I gotta call for he-no. No I don't. I'm old enough to figure this out for myself!" Harumphing and putting herself back together, Ginnie made her way into a Cantina and hoisted herself (with much climbing and the knocking over of an adjacent stool) up to the bar. "One glass of irli juice, please. Hey, bartender man. You know of anybody who needs work? I'm a mercenary!"

Well, the childish voice flowing from the helmet could pretend she was a mercenary. Maybe then she wouldn't be so scared.

@Ordo

 

[Ordo]

[member="Ginnie Verd"]

Gray-green orbs scanned the crowd of people as he stepped down the boarding ramp of his venerable YT-2000. Heavy armoured boots on durasteel plates rung out like the pounding of a war drum as Ordo arrived. There was rumors of a death camp here on Serenno and Ordo carefully remembered the lords and ladies of this place failed to memntion it.

His new Shatter gun over his shoulder and his other weapons hung about his person as trophies hang in an athlete's home. He needed information and like a good hunter he went to where information would be easiest to find and record, a Cantina. Ordo strolled along ignoring the looks and went straight. Ordo walked in and dropped his heavy frame on a stool and ordered a drink.

 

[Ginnie Dib]

@Ordo

Ginnie had a serious problem. She hadn't mastered the art of drinking with a helmet on and the straw she asked for was way too non-existent! There the tiny Mando struggled, ducking by the glass, fidgeting and then the smacking footsteps of a Mandalorian's boots came thundering down on the Cantina with a knell. Ginnie's HUD whirred to a 360 view as Ordo walked up and sat on a stool. "They don't got straws, here."

She mumbled, glancing to the monolithic Mando. "What kinda Cantina don't got straws?" Her feet kicked in the air, not even tall enough to reach the top rung of the stool let alone the floor. Finally, Ginnie took off her helmet and set it down between Ordo and her. The drink was worth it, but the little deaf girl kept glancing around in case someone had decided to make a noise she needed to follow. "Mister? Do you know how to drink a glass of juice when you're wearing a helmet? Ah.. I mean. RRRGH! I'm a Mandalorian and I'm looking for pocket money! Yes! Rawr. You look like a guy whose got a mission." She scrambled for her helmet, yanking it back on.

 

[Ordo]

[member="Ginnie Verd"]

Ordo looked at the girl and blinked a few times as he tried to keep up with her mile a minute talk. He reached up beneath his chin. Then with a deft flip of a thick gaunlet clad index finger he flipped out a built in straw. Drinking in combat was dangerous if you had to remove your helmet and he had built no less than 8 custom sets of armor with the straw attachment.

"Ya gotta be prepared for Aruetise to let you down kiddo." He said his deep voice carrying over the noise of the bar, "they tend to do that."

His drink came and he pulled off his buy'ce and set it down. His scar riddled face was not what you might call handsome but maybe...well yeah not handaome covers it. He had lines on his face from smiles, worry and just plain weather. Then on top of it he had enough scars to make anyone wonder if he'd ever actually not been hit by an enemy. He smiled at the girl as he picked up the drink and sipped it. The scars on his cheek and lips making his smile twist slightly at an odd angle but it touched his eyes whether she could tell or not.

"I do have a mission." He said looking over her armor, "how about you? Hunting a bounty or leading a merc op?"

She looked lost but he wasn't gonna call out a young kid out here on a former sith world. Especially not in public.

 

[Ginnie Dib]

The man had a straw attachment. Ginnie's jaw dropped straight off her mouth (if it could) and she grabbed the counter of the bar. "Woa. You're like some kinda super Mando. How do I get me one of those?"

Upon looking at a face like [member="Ordo"]'s most kids would probably cringe or whimper or poke at them and go 'sick! cool!'. Not Ginnie. She saw the scars, the way they compounded his smile and the little Mando popped her helmet off again and swung the braids of her hair away from her ears. Fire-born scar tissue had covered over her left ear completely, it was a mangled mess which streaked down nearly to her cheek and swept to her young jaw-line. As a child, she'd no doubt suffered from a fire but the damaged looked more like napalm, which it had been. The girl sat a little taller. If such a Mando'ade as this guy could have a scar or two on his face (and a cool straw attachment on his helmet), then maybe it was okay for her to have some too.

"I'm ah, yeah! I just finished cleansing Torolis of zombie people, and now I'm looking for a merc op to help me get to Mandalore. I . . I don't got family there no more, but it's been years since I got to go home and Mandalorians take care of their own, so if I get there I'll be useful somewhere. I can fire a blaster with accuracy and I'm real good at sneaking, I even built my own lightsaber and I know how to use it." What the girl hadn't learned was how to keep her tiny mouth shut in a crowded Cantina. Disgression could be learned but it might be more than a little lesson for the tiny Mando girl. "You gonna handle that mission yourself? Seems to me you might need another set of hands."

 

[Ordo]

[member="Ginnie Ordo"]

Ordo chuckled as the girl went on about the straw.

"They're easy to add kiddo. Wouldn't want to get shot while taking a drink would we?" Ordo said as he took his drink and slid a piece of flimi and some credits to the bartender.


Ordo saw the girl's ears out of the corner of his eye and decided not to mention it. He knew where he had gotten his scars. He knew the pains and he knew how people had looked at him and made him feel more like a monster than a man. He had been handsome once, or so he was told, and it had been hard to get used to the stares. He wouldn't do the same to the poor girl who from the looks had been hit with napalm or chemical flamethrower when she was much younger. The thought of a kid being burned like that made Ordo sick. He hated people than hurt kids and if he could he would take care of all the poor war orphans.

"Zombies huh?" Ordo said with a grin.


Kids at her age would be as dangerous as some aruetise troops if trained properly, so Ordo took a drink and a deep breath.


"You know what?" He said turning and looking the girl in the eye, "It just so happens that I have something I need to take care of" The bartender returned the note with a latitude and longitude written on it. "Not far from here, and I could use a hand or two if you aren't too busy. I can pay say...2000 cash credits, but you have to keep it hush hush. Whaddaya say kid? You in?"

 

[Ginnie Dib]

"You are so right." Ginnie nodded her head a couple of times, her lips twisting into the words without hearing them herself. She'd yet to be in long enough battles that she had to refuel without being in a protected environment, but she would need to, the child was certain. After she'd finished her juice, Ginnie pulled her buy'ce back in place and clicked the seals. Inside the Beskar'gam, the diminutive Mandalorian was a complete unit: valuable, whole. When she wore her armour she didn't worry about the sounds she missed or being thrown off her game. Danger was a plaything not a threat, and she'd take pride in her Beskar'gam till the day her heart stopped - which given the quality of the armour (heavy for a child, crushgaunts on each gauntlet & audio receptors, which sent signals directly into her brain), was either making her one tired little girl or a strong one.

She sat taller when he turned and mentioned the project, Ginnie nodded and stuck out her hand. "Yes! Yes, I wanna!" Two thousand credits!? Ginnie'd never seen that much money before, not of her own! How much candy could she buy with that, right? But no. Ginnie would allow herself two candies, and the rest would go toward ammunition, upkeep of armour and getting to Mandalore. What she did when she got there hadn't occurred to her, but this guy was offering more money than she knew how to count. "I can keep hush hush! I can. And I promise I won't be any trouble, I'll be the most helpful helper ever, and I'll double-tap everything I shoot just to make sure. I'm in. When do we go?" The girl hopped up and down on her seat, her hand held out for a proper shake. People shook on it right?

@Ordo