Su cuy'gar ner kar'taylir darasum (Levy)

[Noah Corek]

[member="Levy Willamina"]

Fondor
Former Omega Pyre Training Facility
Shooting Range

Noah sighed as he rolled his shoulders to try and loosen them. It had been six months, it had been six months since Noah had been wounded. During a battle a artillery shell had went off mere meters from him. While his armor had protected him from most of the shrapnel it hadn't protected from all of it and didn't protect him from the blast wave. Perforated ear drums, three pieces of shrapnel about three centimeters long were lodged in his upper right torso, two cracked ribs, a broken rib, collapsed lung, fractured right tibia and femur, fractured right humerus, ulna and radius and about two pints of blood loss had left Noah in the hospital for two months and in therapy for four.

Now though Noah was ready to get his mojo back and who better to help him than the person he considered to be his cyar'ika. He had set up a date of sorts and what better for date between the two of them than a table full of weapons and all the ammo they could fire. Technically Noah was suppossed to be shooting for at least another month but that's what painkillers were meant to help with. So now here he sat, tinkering away with some weapons just to pass the time.

 

[Levy Willamina]

[member="Noah Corek"]

The invitation was out of the blue, she had thought he died on some far off world. Unknown to the rest of the galaxy and that was going to be it.... but then something came.... which got her blood running hotter. Anger was a lot better then encitement... anger let you focus, anger kept you warm at night... anger did a whole lot of things for you and she wanted to have plenty of that right now while she was loading up some of the equipment with a look on her face. She wasn't really going to hurt him but hefting the nice and sleek plasma cannon and there were a few other things in the ship and weapon locker. If they were going to the shooting range she was going to bring her pretty guns and smash everything that they had going in and forward. Noah wouldn't know what he was going to be expecting but she arrived there. Looking at the facility though she was walking in and wore a more casual skylar outfit. Form fitted but it was more like advanced kevlar for protection across the board. "Noah, you have a lot of explaining to do."

 

[Noah Corek]

[member="Levy Willamina"]

As Noah loaded another round into a magazine on the table he let out a sigh. Setting the magazine back down he turned in the stool he was sitting on a looked Levy dead in the eye. "I know cyar'ika, I know." Noah rarely spoke Mando'a. He was fluent in the language, his family being old Mandalorian blood, but rarely spoke it unless he was around other Mandalorians. Levy was one of the few people who was able to hear Noah speak it knowing full well she'd feel more at ease if he spoke it.

"You know," Noah began as he started to load another magazine. "I've always thought that my death would come on the battlefield and I'm prepared for that but when that shell exploded and I sat there bleeding I was actually scared." At this Noah chuckled and removed the shirt he had been wearing and once again faced towards Levy. When she was able to see him Levy would most likely not be surprised. A mass of scars ran from Noah's collarbone down to his waist showing where he had surgery and where the shrapnel had entered his body.

 

[Levy Willamina]

[member="Noah Corek"]

She stood there for a moment and then was looking up as he removed his shirt to show all of the scars. "Damn." She whistled it for a moment while thinking about it and remained there a little longer. Allowing her hand to come up and take a little measure with her fingers without touching the skin. "NOw that is something to bring back, we definitely need to teach you how to dodge." She said it though and had a case of weapons and some equipment. "We'll just have to see what else we can do." Looking at it though when she motioned for him. "If you want to not wear a shirt that is fine. Like the view and who knows how sweaty with all fo these weapons we might end up."

 

[Noah Corek]

[member="Levy Willamina"]

Noah chuckled at Levy as she brought her hand up to trace the scars. "While I admit your clan is good at combat I don't think even you guys could develop a way to dodge artillery shells. Even if Basaba could catch them." Noah joked as he reached for his shirt once again and put it back on. When Levy mentioned that she would like the view of him without his shirt he chuckled again. "While I live to serve you cyar'ika some of these scars are still pretty fresh and I'd rather not spend anymore time in the hospital due to a infection." Noah said as he was about turn but instead reached down cupping Levy's cheek and gave her forehead a kiss then turned and began to prep his weapons.

 

[Levy Willamina]

[member="Noah Corek"]

"Basaba wouldn't cach them, she'd just glare at them until they turned around in freight." She said it and looked at him with a grin getting wider and wider on her face. Seeing where and what she might be able to do when she opened the case of weapons and equipment revealing the tactical shotgun with its bowcaster like shots. Metal wrapped in energy that could go around a room, their assault rifle that was just a beast of features while being in a lighter frame. The new upgrades for it so it would be able to be used in almost an y situation well had given her a few ideas. The pistols she used with their extended clips of mag pellets for the railguns. "We got plenty fo things to use though I want those rocket pistols promised to me."