Faction [TDF] Between Exile and Hope [Ossus]

[Leos]

Ossus
Tags: Braze , Okuma Milogen , Kyric , Jacen Breska , Saram Kote

Epo-1, YT-1760 small transport
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"I should probably show you where the galley is on the Mud Duck," he went on, brushing off his hands with a faint grin. "But we'll need to wash up first, unless you like grease and dust in your meal."

Oh, yeah. He probably was a bit grimy. It wasn't exactly by choice. Leos did what he had to in order to survive. Even so, he was quietly excited about the prospect of finally getting himself washed up after...

Well, the worst week of his life, really.

And the new arrivals seemed to just keep coming. Some strange armored man who Kyric knew, but what caught Leos's eye was of course the Mandalorian. He had never seen one in the flesh before, but their armor was legendary. His bastard of a father was also a collector of sorts. Beskar was a prize he held in the highest of value, but was at present the one thing he had yet to claim. Good. The monster had already taken enough. He didn't need any more.

Not that it would stop him from taking anyways.

"Damn, son! You fought Mercy and Koda Fett and lived to tell the tale?" Kyric didn't hide the admiration in his good eye. "Them folks are two o' the most dangerous sociopaths in the galaxy, I tell ya' what."

And all these names. Leos didn't know anything about what was going on in the wider galaxy. He hadn't heard of any of these people before, and yet here their names were. Spoken like everybody knew. All he could really do was just stand there. Awkwardly.

Usually in a group this large someone was bound to backstab someone else...

His money was on Okuma Milogen .

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Kyric Leos Saram Kote Okuma Milogen Jacen Breska

"Lunch?" she said, suddenly remembering what Braze had said at first. "That sounds like a good idea. I brought some soup I made, it'll last fine if you've made something already."

Braze gave a soft nod. "Yeah, there's a few decent things," he said, stepping aside with a casual wave of his hand. "Come inside."

He glanced at Leos , a smirk tugging at his lips before he suddenly hooked an arm around the younger man's neck and gave his hair a rough ruffle. "Great," he chuckled, releasing him just as quickly before leading the way up the ramp. He would let the others get to know one anouther and find tehir way to the galley.

The ship's galley sat at the heart of the vessel, but Braze made a point of showing Leos around the other essentials, the refreshers tucked into each section, the various empty rooms where he could claim quarters if he wanted, and even the weapons cache.

There was one chamber he lingered in longer: a wide, open room reinforced for sparring. Braze swept a hand toward it, his tone light,
"This one'll do nicely for practice. Good space for a classroom, if I'm gonna be teaching you."

 

[Jacen Breska]

FIGHT NIGHT
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WEARING:: Halcyon Armour | Contact Lenses | Wrist Mounted APG | Ancile Shield |
EQUIPMENT: MAIN WEAPONRY: VW-864 Maser Rifle | DC-902d | Sunshot Pistol | Shiva Knife |
ADDITIONAL EQUIPMENT: 3x Smoke Grenade | 3x Kushute Grenades | 2x Stunner Grenade | Valiant Red Injector: x4 Spares | Taozin Amulet
LOCATION: :: OSSUS ::
TAG: Braze | Kyric | Saram Kote

Of course it was nice to meet Jacen. He was Jacen. Probably the best thing to ever come out of Bespin.

Jacen nodded and smiled softly, "Likewise, I'm sure."

He thought about it with a 'hmm'. The two of them were difficult to fight, but Jacen had a vow. He'd never lose the same fight twice. If he ever met the two of them in a fight again, it wouldn't be the same result. The Kaggath was something that existed in his mind almost constantly. What he could have done different was a question he asked himself on a daily basis.

Some days he's happy he just survived. Some days he's furious. They robbed him.

"If I'd have fought either of them one on one I'd have beaten them. No question about it," he said, finally, "But no. They let Koda bribe his way into the Kaggath, avoid the first round entirely, and drop him already into a shitty match and made it worse. Then, to mock me, both of them were allowed to progress."

He shook his head, "I'm not bitter," he said with a small laugh, before he looked at the Mandalorian woman who offered a hand. He dropped his eyes down to her hand with a blink, then reached out and grasped it, shaking it firmly before releasing. "Nice to meet you, Mando," he said flatly,

"Nice to meet everyone, and it's nice to meet me," he watched as Braze climbed the ramp into the ship and followed. Rather sit and talk about what he had to talk about over something to eat instead of standing around like an ass with people he didn't know. And nothing brought people together like food.


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[Saram Kote]

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Tag(s): Braze | Okuma Milogen | Leos | Kyric

Saram's Equipment

Armor Implant(s) Equipment Melee Sidearm(s) Rifle(s) Explosives

• 
  
  • 'Ori'vuhyr'yaliyr'gam'-M
    
    • Equipment Mount: Empty.
    • Right Gauntlet and Vambrace: 'Rammikad b' Marev' Gauntlet and Vambrace
      
      • Dartcaster:
        
        • Electro Darts (1 loaded, 2 reserve)
      • Weapon Mounts:
        
        • Left:
          
          • TBP-01V Tractor-Pressor Beam Projector
        • Top:
          
          • MML-01V Miniaturized Missile Launcher
            
            • Trat'aab Oya'karur-P-class Brilliant Plasma Micro-missile (4)
            • Striilir'ika-M Brilliant Baradium Micro-Missile (Baradium) (4)
        • Right:
          
          • PC-05V Plasma Caster
            
            • Plasma Gas Medium Cannister (1)
    • Left Gauntlet and Vambrace: 'Verd b' Surhaai' Gauntlet and Vambrace
      
      • Weapon Mounts:
        
        • Left:
          
          • NML-02VTB Nano missile Launcher
        • Top:
          
          • MML-01V Miniaturized Missile Launcher
            
            • Trat'aab Oya'karur-P-class Brilliant Plasma Micro-missile (4)
            • Striilir'ika-M Brilliant Baradium Micro-Missile (Baradium) (4)
        • Right:
          
          • PC-05V Plasma Caster
            
            • Plasma Gas Medium Cannister (1)
        • Utility Belt Loadout:
          
          • Hardcase Spring-loaded Ammunition Pouches
          • Hardcase Spring-loaded Grenade Pouches
          • Hardcase Large Satchel
          • Softcase Large Storage Pouches (dump pouch)
          • Magnetic Clamp
        • Load-bearing Rig Loadout:
          
          • Hardcase Spring-loaded Ammunition Pouches
          • Hardcase Spring-loaded Grenade Pouches
          • Central Secondary High Capacity Rylith Power Cell
          • Medium and Large Gription Panels
        • Holster Setup:
          
          • 1x chest-rig mounted
          • 2x belt-mounted
          • 1x thigh mounted (dominant hand side)
• 
  
  • 'Agol'ja'had'-R Medical Implant System
  • 'Ori'aal'briik' Nervous System Enhancer
  • 'Nejah Oya'karur' Full-spectrum Immunity Booster
  • 'Agol'gam' Muscle and Bone Enhancement
  • 'Sur'haai Haata'got' Optical Cyberware Interface
  • 'Gar Tkiriyr' Neural Interface
• 
  
  • 'Shushai Rugam' Sensor Sphere (2)
  • 'Haa'yam'ika' Deployable Sensor Beacon (2)
• 
  
  • B-02 Beskad
  • K-03 Kal (2)
• 
  
  • LRH-5A Verpine Shatter Pistol
    • 'Kyrayc Sur'haai'-M 1-4x Short Range Optic
    • 'Drala Sur'haai' Targeting Laser/Illuminator
    • Ammunition:
      
      • GVSR-APH Guided AP Magazine (1 loaded, 2 spare)
      • GVSR-EH Guided Electro-stun Magazine (1)
      • GVSR-TDH Guided Tracker Dust Magazine (1)
• 
  
  • BR-6B Verpine Shatter Battle Rifle
    
    • 'Kyrayc Sur'haai'-M 1-12x Medium Range Optic
    • 'Drala Sur'haai' Targeting Laser/Illuminator
    • UGL-02 Underbarrel Grenade Launcher
      
      • Ammunition:
        
        • BG-02 Baradium Grenade (1 in the chanmber, 2 in the tube)
        • PG-02 Incendiary Plasma Grenade (3)
    • Ammunition:
      
      • GVSR-SR Guided SLAP Magazine (1 loaded, 2 spare)
      • GVSR-FBR Guided Flechette Magazine (3)
      • GVSR-VSBR Guided Voidstone Sabot Magazine (1)
      • GVSR-VFBR Guided Voidstone Flechette Magazine (1)
  • AMR-4M Verpine Shatter Anti-Materiel Rifle
    
    • 'Kyrayc Sur'haai'-M 1-250x Extreme Range Optic
    • Ammunition1
      
      • GVSR-SAMR Guided APFSDS Magazine (1 loaded, 1 spare)
      • GVSR-HEIAPAMR Guided HEIAP Magazine (2)
      • GVSR-FAMR Guided Flechette Magazine (2)
      • GVSR-S-BAMR Guided APFSDS-B Magazine (1)
      • GVSR-VSAMR Guided Voidstone Sabot Magazine (1)
      • GVSR-VFAMR Guided Voidstone Flechette Magazine (1)
• 
  
  • TWT-01 Thermal Well Tape (1 roll)
  • PD/AM-01 Pursuit Denial/Anti-personnel Mines (2)
  • NGG-02 Nagnol Gas Grenade (2)
  • AWCGG-02 Anti-Energy Weapon Countermeasure Gas Grenade(2)
  • BG-02 Baradium Grenade (2)
  • PG-02 Incendiary Plasma Grenade (2)
  • VSGG-02 Void Stone Glop Grenade (1)
  • EG-02 Electronet Grenade (1)

'Mando'ade and proud,' she thought to herself, 'and don't you forget it, Mr. Breska.' Braze had introduced her, but she didn't need to be introduced to him to really know who he was. As far as she was aware of things, the company had signed a partnership with DeathDrop, one that she agreed would only benefit the both of them. Strill could fill niches that DeathDrop could not at the moment and DeathDrop had more than impressive operative availability and networking for a company so new to the PMC business. It was nice to have some shabla allies for once.

Saram followed behind Braze. She was curious for a moment what lunch may look like, she didn't know Braze could cook, then again, she didn't know a lot of things about the ad'ika if she was being honest with herself, let alone the others. Lunch was about as good a place to start as any, she supposed. Saram found the galley without too much difficulty once aboard, but on seeing Braze and Leos head for the other parts of the ship, she leaned in the direction that they had left and projected her voice so that they could hear her, "Are you sure there's nothing you want me to help with?"

She let out a sigh, mostly to clear her mind of errant thoughts. She leaned against the wall as she waited for the others to make it to the galley. As she waited, she glanced over at the Mud Duck's seating arrangements to see if she'd have to put her two rifles down elsewhere before seating herself. She had to admit, some part of her was reticent to leave her weapons out of arms reach, not because she was worried about them being taken, but simply because she was almost never without them. She felt incomplete without them. Of course, it was not like she'd be disarmed, she'd still have her sidearm, her beskad, her kale and enough explosive to collapse the mountainside, but still the feeling remained at the thought of it.

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Saram Kote Jacen Breska Leos Kyric Okuma Milogen

Braze smiled and turned back to her as he walked backwards, raising his hands to cup them together.

"It'd be awesome if you could help us cook~ Go ahead and get the ingredients I set out in the black fridge, top drawer on the right. If you could get the rice washed and some burners started, that might be great!" Braze called. He liked the idea of cooking dinner with both Saram Kote and Leos .

In the galley, Saram would find the black fridge, top drawer on the right. She'd see that Braze had stuffed it full of what they'd need for the meal.

There was a parcel of fresh fish still wrapped in waxed paper, its surface faintly chilled from storage. Beside it sat a sealed bag of rice, and a carton of eggs tucked into the corner. A bundle of carrots, their tops still a little green, had been pushed in next to a cluster of cucumbers wrapped in thin plastic.

Wedged along the back were a couple of avocados, not yet cut, their skins dark and pebbled. A small tub of cream cheese rested nearby, unopened with the seal still intact. On the upper shelf, jars of toasted sesame seeds and pickled ginger had been set aside with a few small bottles of sauce, soy, sweet ponzu, eel glaze, and a squeeze tube of some kind of mayo.

Alongside them were bundles of bean sprouts and a bag of spring mix greens, both still damp from rinsing. Sheets of nori were pressed flat against the side wall, while a small crate held scallions bound with twine. At the very back, containers of mango and pineapple added a splash of bright color, and one sealed case of raw blue krill gleamed faintly in the chill.

"Any preference for tea?" Braze asked the room of folks gathered aloud.

 

[Jacen Breska]

OSSUS
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WEARING:: Halcyon Armour | Contact Lenses | Wrist Mounted APG | Ancile Shield |
EQUIPMENT: MAIN WEAPONRY: VW-864 Maser Rifle | DC-902d | Sunshot Pistol | Shiva Knife |
ADDITIONAL EQUIPMENT: 3x Smoke Grenade | 3x Kushute Grenades | 2x Stunner Grenade | Valiant Red Injector: x4 Spares | Taozin Amulet
LOCATION: :: OSSUS ::
TAG: Braze | Kyric | Saram Kote | Leos | Okuma Milogen

Jacen slid into a small table tucked against the galley's rounded wall, setting his helmet down with a dull thud. His weapons followed, laid neatly across the surface before he leaned back into the chair, arms loose for once.

"No preference," he said with a shake of his head. Jacen wasn't often a tea drinker, but he'd take it if offered. He was more interested in finding out more about this group of people.
The energy put him at ease. Typically Jacen hated meeting new people, especially so many at one time, but Braze was creating a more accepting atmosphere, and none of these people seemed the type to kill people for no reason.

A Kaggath fighter and a finalist at that. Someone Jacen wouldn't want to fight if he could help it, someone who'd made their bones. A Mandalorian, a member of a warrior culture and, Jacen thought, one of the Strill Mando's that had a partnership with the DeathDrop. Legally an ally. A small little child that seemed to be Braze's apprentice and Braze himself, leading the menagerie of people that seemed to be picked at random from separate walks of life.
"Braze, do you have a habit of picking up strays?" Jacen asked, motioning to everyone around and also himself.

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[Okuma Milogen]

Location: Ossus
Tag: Braze | Leos | Kyric | Saram Kote | Jacen Breska

There were a lot of people. Too many for his liking, and all the while his acquisition was being rather friendly to him. Why were ancient and desolate temples getting this much traffic anyways? Okuma knew well enough he wasn’t in any condition to resist all of the encroaching. Braze had even correctly pointed out that he wasn’t even in a good enough state to travel. Which was saying something, sense all that was really needed for that was to press a few buttons on a nav-computer for them to be on their way.

Watching as Braze began to lead the group into having lunch together back onto the unfamiliar ship that he had awoken aboard earlier. Still so many questions swirled around in his concussed brain. He wasn’t even sure how long he’d been out for. Presuming it had to have been a while since he was practically dragged across the galaxy.

Following his acquisition onto the ship Okuma eventually asked the young echani. “So who’s ship is this anyways?” Next he would probably need to ask what happened to his own. Along with many many more. Such as why Braze has voluntarily chosen to keep Okuma around even as dead weight.​

 

[Kyric]

While the thought of a good and proper meal interested Kyric, the steadily growing number of people did the opposite. He lingered by the exit of the galley as Braze led the efforts to piece together refreshments for his many guests. Rarely did a room full of killers so easily lower drop their guard and come together. Others within the shared space gave off the impression of similar thoughts, but not a one made an issue of these strange circumstances. It baffled Kyric.

He didn't speak up when asked for preferences, nor did he follow-up on Jacen's question to Braze. A similar thought had crossed his mind. Where were they all coming from? And what were their connections to Braze? Kyric wasn't one to believe in coincidence. There was some greater will at work here, but whose?

The kiffar turned to the door.

Okuma's question stopped him. Up until then, Kyric assumed the injured man to have a closer relationship to Braze. The exile appeared to be tending to his wounds when Kyric arrived. The question tossed a wrench into the 'working' hypothesis. When coupled with the odd glances Leos occasionally threw Okuma's way, Kyric's curiosity grew substantially.

"I'm figurin' it's Braze's ship," Kyric said, his single eye locked on Okuma's. "Givin' his familiarity and the like." He shifted his attention to their host. "Anythin' works fer tea, lil man. I ain't picky. Same goes fer food."

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Tags: Braze | Leos | Okuma Milogen | Saram Kote

 

[Drystan Creed]

OSSUS

Thump. Thump.

From the same floor of the ship came a sharp rattle and another heavy thump. The locker across from the galley bulged outward, as if something inside was trying to escape.

Then, with a metallic click, the latch popped open.

Out stepped a man with messy, short, wavy black hair. He wore a velvet-red bathrobe that cut off mid-thigh, and a pair of sunglasses perched lazily on his face. A vertical scar traced from above the left lens down past his cheek, and his left hand revealed the beginnings of a black prosthetic arm.

In his right hand, he held a glass of clear liquid. One might have assumed it was water, but given the groggy, half-slurred air about him...

He shuffled toward the group, glass in hand.

"What's all this, then?" His words slurred, half from a heavy sleep. He took a sip before turning his head toward Braze.

"Breakfast without me? Where're the eggs? And what's with all these plants?"

He downed another mouthful, then added with a casual half-seriousness.

"By the way, that was the last of the water. I'll need another jug or two in my room—I can't function properly without my post–wake-up water."

He tilted his head back toward the locker he had just stepped out of, as though it were perfectly normal to use it as a bedroom.

Braze Kyric Leos Okuma Milogen Saram Kote Jacen Breska

 

[Leos]

Ossus
Tags: Braze , Saram Kote , Kyric , Drystan Creed , Jacen Breska , Okuma Milogen

Epo-1, YT-1760 small transport
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a smirk tugging at his lips before he suddenly hooked an arm around the younger man's neck and gave his hair a rough ruffle.

"Hey!"

Leos grumbled as he tried to get his hair to settle back down. It was already wild enough. He didn't need to be looking like a total mop-head. As Braze mused on the prospects of a classroom and discussed moving things around, another new face arrived....

"By the way, that was the last of the water. I'll need another jug or two in my room—I can't function properly without my post–wake-up water."

He tilted his head back toward the locker he had just stepped out of, as though it were perfectly normal to use it as a bedroom.

More accurately, it seems they were already here. In a locker? What the hell was wrong with these people?

"What the hell did I get myself into," Leos muttered to himself under his breath, discretely enough that it would surely be hard to hear what he said. The Themian then turned back to Braze and spoke more audibly. "You... sure keep interesting company."

Interesting was surely one way to put it.

 

[Saram Kote]

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Tag(s): Braze | Okuma Milogen | Leos | Kyric | Drystan Creed

Saram's Equipment

Armor Implant(s) Equipment Melee Sidearm(s) Rifle(s) Explosives

• 
  
  • 'Ori'vuhyr'yaliyr'gam'-M
    
    • Equipment Mount: Empty.
    • Right Gauntlet and Vambrace: 'Rammikad b' Marev' Gauntlet and Vambrace
      
      • Dartcaster:
        
        • Electro Darts (1 loaded, 2 reserve)
      • Weapon Mounts:
        
        • Left:
          
          • TBP-01V Tractor-Pressor Beam Projector
        • Top:
          
          • MML-01V Miniaturized Missile Launcher
            
            • Trat'aab Oya'karur-P-class Brilliant Plasma Micro-missile (4)
            • Striilir'ika-M Brilliant Baradium Micro-Missile (Baradium) (4)
        • Right:
          
          • PC-05V Plasma Caster
            
            • Plasma Gas Medium Cannister (1)
    • Left Gauntlet and Vambrace: 'Verd b' Surhaai' Gauntlet and Vambrace
      
      • Weapon Mounts:
        
        • Left:
          
          • NML-02VTB Nano missile Launcher
        • Top:
          
          • MML-01V Miniaturized Missile Launcher
            
            • Trat'aab Oya'karur-P-class Brilliant Plasma Micro-missile (4)
            • Striilir'ika-M Brilliant Baradium Micro-Missile (Baradium) (4)
        • Right:
          
          • PC-05V Plasma Caster
            
            • Plasma Gas Medium Cannister (1)
        • Utility Belt Loadout:
          
          • Hardcase Spring-loaded Ammunition Pouches
          • Hardcase Spring-loaded Grenade Pouches
          • Hardcase Large Satchel
          • Softcase Large Storage Pouches (dump pouch)
          • Magnetic Clamp
        • Load-bearing Rig Loadout:
          
          • Hardcase Spring-loaded Ammunition Pouches
          • Hardcase Spring-loaded Grenade Pouches
          • Central Secondary High Capacity Rylith Power Cell
          • Medium and Large Gription Panels
        • Holster Setup:
          
          • 1x chest-rig mounted
          • 2x belt-mounted
          • 1x thigh mounted (dominant hand side)
• 
  
  • 'Agol'ja'had'-R Medical Implant System
  • 'Ori'aal'briik' Nervous System Enhancer
  • 'Nejah Oya'karur' Full-spectrum Immunity Booster
  • 'Agol'gam' Muscle and Bone Enhancement
  • 'Sur'haai Haata'got' Optical Cyberware Interface
  • 'Gar Tkiriyr' Neural Interface
• 
  
  • 'Shushai Rugam' Sensor Sphere (2)
  • 'Haa'yam'ika' Deployable Sensor Beacon (2)
• 
  
  • B-02 Beskad
  • K-03 Kal (2)
• 
  
  • LRH-5A Verpine Shatter Pistol
    • 'Kyrayc Sur'haai'-M 1-4x Short Range Optic
    • 'Drala Sur'haai' Targeting Laser/Illuminator
    • Ammunition:
      
      • GVSR-APH Guided AP Magazine (1 loaded, 2 spare)
      • GVSR-EH Guided Electro-stun Magazine (1)
      • GVSR-TDH Guided Tracker Dust Magazine (1)
• 
  
  • BR-6B Verpine Shatter Battle Rifle
    
    • 'Kyrayc Sur'haai'-M 1-12x Medium Range Optic
    • 'Drala Sur'haai' Targeting Laser/Illuminator
    • UGL-02 Underbarrel Grenade Launcher
      
      • Ammunition:
        
        • BG-02 Baradium Grenade (1 in the chanmber, 2 in the tube)
        • PG-02 Incendiary Plasma Grenade (3)
    • Ammunition:
      
      • GVSR-SR Guided SLAP Magazine (1 loaded, 2 spare)
      • GVSR-FBR Guided Flechette Magazine (3)
      • GVSR-VSBR Guided Voidstone Sabot Magazine (1)
      • GVSR-VFBR Guided Voidstone Flechette Magazine (1)
  • AMR-4M Verpine Shatter Anti-Materiel Rifle
    
    • 'Kyrayc Sur'haai'-M 1-250x Extreme Range Optic
    • Ammunition1
      
      • GVSR-SAMR Guided APFSDS Magazine (1 loaded, 1 spare)
      • GVSR-HEIAPAMR Guided HEIAP Magazine (2)
      • GVSR-FAMR Guided Flechette Magazine (2)
      • GVSR-S-BAMR Guided APFSDS-B Magazine (1)
      • GVSR-VSAMR Guided Voidstone Sabot Magazine (1)
      • GVSR-VFAMR Guided Voidstone Flechette Magazine (1)
• 
  
  • TWT-01 Thermal Well Tape (1 roll)
  • PD/AM-01 Pursuit Denial/Anti-personnel Mines (2)
  • NGG-02 Nagnol Gas Grenade (2)
  • AWCGG-02 Anti-Energy Weapon Countermeasure Gas Grenade(2)
  • BG-02 Baradium Grenade (2)
  • PG-02 Incendiary Plasma Grenade (2)
  • VSGG-02 Void Stone Glop Grenade (1)
  • EG-02 Electronet Grenade (1)

"It'd be awesome if you could help us cook~ Go ahead and get the ingredients I set out in the black fridge, top drawer on the right. If you could get the rice washed and some burners started, that might be great!" Braze called. He liked the idea of cooking dinner with both Saram Kote and Leos .

Cook. That was something that she could do. Not because she'd demonstrated a great affinity for it, but because a lack of her mother's cooking had driven her to desperation, and desperate times had called for desperate measures. "That I can do," she called back as she took a brief but reluctant look at her weapons before she ducked into the ship's galley. Saram found the ingredients without too much difficulty, being quite familiar with standard shipboard galley layouts, given she had learned to cook in one.

Rice, however, was an ingredient she had never really cooked with. It looked similar enough to mealgrain in a superficial sense that she presumed the procedure was similar enough. Save for the fish, she had no idea what to do with half of the ingredients, but she took them out and placed them on the counter with practiced ease. "How do you want the fish cut?" she called back to Braze. opening a drawer or two till she found where he kept his kitchen knives. It wouldn't be quite right by aruetii standards to use her Kal, though she had before.

"Any preference for tea?" Braze asked the room of folks gathered aloud.

She started two of the burners as requested before washing the rice, not too sure why, but it wasn't her kitchen. "You wouldn't happen to have any behot on hand, would you?" she asked hopefully as she quickly searched the galley to see if the tea was stored here as well. She stored her behot in her kitchen in her quarters on Roche and it was stored in the galley on most company vessels she'd been on, but one could never assume. Still, she was in the galley, she might as well check while she was there.

From the same floor of the ship came a sharp rattle and another heavy thump. The locker across from the galley bulged outward, as if something inside was trying to escape.

Then, with a metallic click, the latch popped open.

Out stepped a man with messy, short, wavy black hair. He wore a velvet-red bathrobe that cut off mid-thigh, and a pair of sunglasses perched lazily on his face.

On instinct alone, Saram drew her sidearm in a fraction of a second. It was only the appearance of the man who shambled out of the locker and the utterly dini'la nonsense that he spewed that made her holster her weapon, reluctantly. "Braze, ad'ika, I don't mean to be rude, but why was there someone in a shabla locker on your ship?" she asked, tone completely at odds with how she really felt about the absolute ludicrous nature of the situation.

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Jacen Breska Leos Okuma Milogen Kyric Drystan Creed Saram Kote

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"Braze, do you have a habit of picking up strays?"

"Not until recently…" Braze replied to Jacen Breska , a lopsided grin playing at his lips as he glanced over at Leos . "Seems the galaxy's been dropping them in my lap whether I ask for it or not."

"So who's ship is this anyways?"

"The Mud Duck is mine," he answered simply, moving to unlatch a cabinet overhead. Plates clinked as he pulled a few free and set them down on the counter. "Had her long enough to know where every bolt likes to rattle. The Skipray is on board too, tucked away in the hangar bay."

"Anythin' works fer tea, lil man. I ain't picky. Same goes fer food."

"Then relax and let us handle it," Braze replied, reaching for a wide pitcher from the galley shelf. He filled it at the sink from the instant boiling hot water setting, set it on the counter, and pulled down a small tin of dried leaves. He dropped a small mesh ball of leaves into the pitcher before fetching a sweetener.

"What's all this, then?" …
"Breakfast without me? Where're the eggs? And what's with all these plants?" …
"By the way, that was the last of the water. I'll need another jug or two in my room—I can't function properly without my post–wake-up water."

Braze turned just enough to catch sight of the bathrobe clad figure, one brow lifting before he gave a quiet laugh. He set the kettle down with a soft clack. "You know," he said gently, "there are actual rooms with beds. Might beat a locker if you give it a chance."

"You... sure keep interesting company."

"Oh, you don't know the half of it," Braze mused, brushing past him with a smirk as he grabbed a cutting board from beneath the counter. He set it down beside the sink and rolled his sleeves up as though it were the most natural thing in the galaxy to juggle hosting, teaching, and cooking all at once.

"You wouldn't happen to have any behot on hand, would you?"

"Thanks, Saram," he called back, glancing over his shoulder as he set a knife on the board. "Cubed will work for most of it. Clean cuts, nothing fancy. Just keep the pieces even and bite sized." He moved toward a side cabinet, pushing aside jars and stacked tins with one hand. "As for behot… I might still have a stash tucked away. I'll check."

He rummaged for a moment, the clink of containers filling the galley as he did find what he was looking for and set out another pitcher. Then he paused, a thought flickering across his features. Setting aside the tins, Braze ducked into a storage drawer near the seating area and pulled out a small stack of boxed games. He carried them over to the low galley table and set them down with casual care.

There was a dejarik holochess set with the projector already linked to the table, a simpler dejarik tile board that could be played without holograms, and a checkers like set carved in wood with etched pieces shaped like starfighters and troopers. At the bottom of the stack he laid out a brightly painted box of a sabacc themed board game styled after galactic trade routes, not unlike an old 'monopoly' set.

"Figured while we wait on the food, some of you might want to keep your hands busy," he offered with a faint grin, brushing his palms off on his trousers. "Up to you whether it's up to fleecing each other for imaginary credits."

Despite the odd company gathered, Braze seemed at ease. His hands moved between tea, cutting board, and cupboards, pale hair catching the light of the galley lamps as though he had long ago learned how to make a crowded ship feel more like a home.

"Braze, ad'ika, I don't mean to be rude, but why was there someone in a shabla locker on your ship?"

"That's Drystan Creed ; He's not been doing too good lately and when he's drunk or hung over I find sticking him in a locker prevents his sleep walking like shenanigans from letting him hurt himself. "

He went to washed his hands thoroughly and moved to help prepare the meal offering minor instructions and thanks to both Saram Kote and Leos