Private The Iron Barracks

[Tharil]

The Si'kahya. Best of the best when it came to being Mandalorian within the Enclave. Or something like that. Tharia wasn't too sure what it all meant herself, but with Kranak Vizsla sitting atop his own squad the Chiss felt an urge to join her own. Prove herself among her clan. Vizsla pride. She chuckled under her helmet as she kicked open the door to the barracks. Dressed in full armor, pack over her shoulder, she made her presence known immediately. Or at least tried to. Who knew who was actually already here.

Hell, looking around probably wasn't the best idea to hedge her bets on this sort of badass entry. Still, she wandered over towards one of the empty lockers to toss down her kit. "Alright, someone explain to me how this all works. Who's in charge?" She slipped off her helm as she turned, leaning against her now claimed locker to observe whomever was in the room already. Anath'Ar'Iameps had arrived.

Lesha Priest | Alberich Wren

 

[Lesha Priest]

TAG: Tharil | Alberich Wren | Open

It was down time.

Half the Enclave was out fighting against the Eternal Empire. Some of them had to stay behind to hold the fort. Protect their home. If it wasn't pirates, it was something else.

Bur for now, there was a breather.

It had been a day of hard training. Not even with sparring was any punches pulled. It had taken some extra elbow grease to get the scorch marks from her armour. But she had prevailed.

Lish had just kicked up her feet in the communal hall of the barracks, a mug of tihaar on the rocks in hand, when the door burst open, revealing an armoured Mando'ade with fanfare. Lish's own helm was lying next to her elbow on the little table next to her chair.

"Alright, someone explain to me how this all works. Who's in charge?"

A brow lofted on her exotic face.
"If you need a roadmap, Banshee, then you can find one three systems over with the droid-lovers. If you're looking for honour, on the other hand, then take a seat and a mug." Lish said, dark eyes regarding the energetic Vod standing in the doorway while she gestured at a seat across from her own.

If the young one had the stones, then Lesha won't show her away. Weak links, however, would be thrown into the road and kicked on their way where the Si'kahya are concerned.

Only the best survived.

 

[Tharil]

The faintly glowing red eyes of the blue skinned woman immediately flicked towards Lesha Priest as the older woman spoke up. Tharia immediately stepped over to plop down in the seat, a wide, playful grin on her lips. "You the one in charge then?" She reached out, taking up one of the mugs to pour herself some Caf or whatever might be there to drink. Truthfully she wasn't really there to drink and relax.

"Better yet, you the one in charge of Beviin?"

Alberich Wren

 

[Alberich Wren]

Tags: Lesha Priest Tharil

Staying behind was always the hardest.

Someone had to do it. Alberich knew that. He also knew that whatever he was feeling, his comrades were feeling, too. Right about now it was pain. A dull ache that encompassed the entirety of his body; the aftermath of several particularly brutal sparring sessions. He had been pitted against other squads for the most part, to test his mettle and to build camaraderie with those warriors outside the unit. He had done well for himself, giving worse than he got, right up until the last bout, anyway.

His last opponent had been Lesha, Beviin Squad's Alor'ad- his boss, in short.

She was a mean one, that Priest. Tougher than old boot leather. And scrappy. Very scrappy. For the first time in a long time Alberich had found himself eating the training room's floor. What could he say? She was quick, and he had never quite figured out how to wrestle with gravity and win. Nursing a mug of tihaar, and scrolling the Holo, the big Mando did his best to bear the shame of his most recent defeat in silence. Not that there was much shame in it. There was a reason Lesha was the squad leader, after all.

Alberich counted it a blessing that she was on his side.

Taking a sip of his drink, Alberich kept on scrolling as the door to the communal hall was booted open. With his mind on more important things -like the news coming out of Panatha- the big Mando didn't realize someone was approaching until a shadow loomed over the table he was sat at. Even then, he didn't bother looking. The shadow was too busy conversing with Lesha to pay the Wren any mind. And vice versa.

The Shadow moved on, took a seat nearby. "You the one in charge then?" Alberich heard It say, the feminine sound accompanied by another; liquids being poured.

"Better yet, you the one in charge of Beviin?"

Looking up, Alberich struggled to keep the amusement from his gaze as it alighted on Lesha. "Got some fire to her, doesn't she." He said, unable to keep a smile from his bruised, battered face. Taking a pull of his tihaar, he placed the mug aside, scrolled some more. "You gonna sate her curiosity? Or do I have to do it?"