Smells Like Team Spirit [GR Laser Tag] [Mando Friends Welcome]

[Geneviève Lasedri]

With the ongoing restructuring of Chazwa's municipal and military core, many of the governing and commanding officials were gathered to provide guidance and inspiration for the construction crews and citizenry in general. That included the Prime Minister, who had recently moved into her new quarters in a converted, reinforced, and shielded storehouse a few blocks removed from the similarly remodeled Senate Building warehouse.

Today, she was one among many clad in light armor and gathered in yet another repurposed warehouse designed for combat training of the Armed Forces of the Republic. It was good to spend time with the troops, even if one was incredibly busy with other things many might deem more important. But Geneviève had always been a warrior, and she respected and supported the military men to an extreme degree. They were the most important facet to a nation in her eyes, and that could hardly be disproved over the course of this seemingly eternal war.

There were other, non-military personnel about as well. Some Jedi, some fellow governing leaders, and perhaps even a respected ambassador from the United Clans of Mandalore.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen," the Prime Minister spoke as she scanned the lines of those assembled. She was sporting standard trooper armor (colored black) and a mock E-11 was slung casually at her side. It had been a while since she was a frontlines banshee, but it would be fairly relaxing to exchange some fire with comrades. Imagine that--war games, relaxing. She had been in the office far too long. Though, at least she had kept up with things at the gym and would thus hopefully not embarrass herself today. "It's a pleasure to meet with all of you. I'm honored to be on your side."

[member="Jaccer Ramirez"], [member="Mantic Dorn"], [member="Svarin Noimare"], [member="Anyone Else"] interested

 

[Svarin Noimare]

Imagine that- war games, relaxing.

Games, war-related or not, were something that people participated in regardless of the state of the universe. The worlds could be crumbling, being torn apart from the inside, and people would still find time to play some hacky-sack. Why? Well, the reasons always vary. Sometimes people want to relax. Other times they wanted to procrastinate- to delay the activities that they needed to get done. Still there were times when games served greater purposes: Preparing for the real thing... or making sure that the last bit of existence, the last little stretch of life, didn't end on a low note.

Faux fighting usually fell under the former category.

People play-fought to keep their skills sharp, to ready themselves for the real thing, or to release built up anger so they wouldn't do so later at an... unfortunate time. Going on the holonet and not seeing an add (or ten) for some new first person shooter is very, very rare. Maybe those games didn't really teach anyone much, and their playerbase typically consisted of twelve year olds, but the idea still presents itself. More often than not, war games, play fights, and some sports are used to get a population ready for battle- or at least the idea of it.

But today that thought, that idea, was pushed aside.

"How much do you want to bet that I'll take you out within five minutes?" Aldrik Borian had asked the Echani, giving her his signature smirk. They had come from the temple on Ossus to participate in a very... interesting event. And he had been playfully talking trash since they got on the shuttle. Usually Svarin Noimare (formally Wolfbane) wouldn't pay any attention to the banter of other Padawans. But Aldrik had metaphorically wormed his way into her heart, and so she 'put up with' his joking attitude.

"Pfft, I'm going to crush you. We both know I'm a better shot than you," she had signed back, cracking a smile of her own. Then the duo had proceeded to joke about how the faux-fight would go, their 'predictions' slowly getting crazier and crazier until they could barely speak (or sign, in Rin's case) because they were laughing to much. Despite the real war that was raging in the distance... they were happy in that moment.

Now they both stood amongst the others, a fair bit apart, listening to their commander. And still, they were happy.

[member="Geneviève Lasedri"]​

 

[Jaccer Ramirez]

Lurking in the shadows was someone who was all too familiar with war, although he was much less familiar with games. With his tight schedule, which mostly consisted of juggling a business and working as a full time soldier in the Republic military, Jaccer found little time to delve into social games such as this. But against all odds, he had found himself in a warehouse gearing up to commence a fake war. His squad mates, who were the ones that convinced him to take part, were now cackling in the opposite corner like hyenas.

Some of the attendees were placing bets on who would win, or trash talking their friends. How awful. The seasoned veteran much preferred his quiet, dark corner over all the headache educing talk of the others. Until the games started, all Jaccer could do was hope that nobody attempted to talk with him. It would be a considerable understatement to say that he absolutely hated the company of others. this was probably the reason he kept his 'friend' group extremely restricted and only socialised when it was relevant to business.

His armour was on. His weapon was ready. Jaccer was ready to start a war... game. Realising that his location in the corner wouldn't allow him to heard any of what was happening, the lieutenant stepped into the gathered crowd to hopefully find out what was happening and when they would start.


[member="Svarin Noimare"] [member="Geneviève Lasedri"]