Private The Truce

Cara Dorniarn · Oct 20, 2020

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<"I'd start with the closet with a medkit though."> the alor gestured behind him as he spoke. Cara swiveled the co-pilot chair around as he stepped away, giving no attempt to suppress her sudden suspicion as she watched him. If their roles were reversed she would have left him to suffer a wounded pride, and thigh, in silence. At last she surmised he must have wanted her to stop leaving a trail of blood drops where she walked. It was an idea she could empathize with, and after giving a nod she rose from the chair, taking a sharp breath as she regained her balance.

Mig was given an ample amount of space for a personal bubble as she went to the supply closet and rummaged for the medkit. She continued to speak in her accented Concordian, <"If our rotten guest proves difficult to find, I at least won't have to worry about you trying to electrocute me like last time,"> it was said with partial sarcasm.

She pulled the medkit into her arms and set it onto a terminal. Keeping her back to Mig she cast a quick glance toward the "living room," remembering the picture there yet selecting to pause the questions it begged. One hand plucked the kunai from her leg and set it beside the medkit while the other tore the armorweave around the injury. After cleaning the wound she had begun placing the bacta patch, quickly finding the moment an opportunity to ask one question casually.

<"Why keep it? You've obviously had brushes with death before as a Mando,"> she pat down the edges of the patch then wrapped it with gauze, <"Is it so different from any other trinket?">

Mig Gred

Mig Gred · Oct 20, 2020

Mig watched as Cara walked off, leaving the cockpit himself to check the supply closet. Maybe the stupid lizard got hungry or something. He looked through all the food there. Nothing. Well... except for a fruit Sweets apparently tried to store for a never coming winter. He'd just... deal with that later. He looked back though, letting out a chuckle at Cara's comment. She probably thought he was crazy or something right now, but he at least had some reasoning.

<"And I won't have to worry about you pulling any fast ones either"> he quibbed back, looking into a cabinet before hearing the Sith again. He stopped, leaning back to look over at Cara as she asked why he'd want to keep the knife. He walked back, not having any luck anyway, and thought for a moment. How would it be best to explain.

<"You're right. I've had brushes with death, but I've only been that close one other time. Or at least that noticeably close. The other time was why I got this eye."> Mig was honest. He wasn't hiding anything about it. It really was that simple.

Cara Dorniarn

Cara Dorniarn · Oct 28, 2020

Cara closed the lid of the medkit then placed it back into the closet, but not without first adjusting the position of other items she deemed out of place. Once everything was to her satisfaction she shut the supply closet then turned her attention upward, trying to map out the layout of panels and perhaps an access point.

<"My pleasure then to add to your misfortune."> She put a few cold fingers to her temple and sighed. <"Your eye. That cybernetic was omitted on Mandalore,"> her hand clicked as she pulled it away then wagged a finger as if to scold herself, <"No, no. I recall now.">

Cara turned to squint at him, <"A bit limited, wasn't it? A basic model?"> She had begun to walk toward the "living room" as she continued looking for any signs of their stowaway, <"Be rather vexed to lose to one with..."> for a moment she decided to hold her tongue, realizing the word "inferior" may get her ticket off the ship in spite of their agreement. She cleared her throat, <"And how did you come about receiving that trinket?">

Mig Gred

Mig Gred · Oct 29, 2020

Cara would find that while the ship was made to look more homie, it was still easy to spot access panels. Even if there were some guards to keep kids from opening most of them. Clearly made for easy access. Mig meanwhile looked at the Sith, rolling his eyes before speaking up.

<"There are worse things than nearly dying."> Mig looked behind one of the vent grates, thinking maybe he'd see the stupid creature in it. Cara then noted his eye, asking about it being a more basic model. It made the Mandalorian chuckle a bit, turning to show the eye a bit better. <"Looks can be deceiving, Dorniarn. For it's size, I'd say it's less basic then most. Doesn't quite match my organic eye, but it's close enough most don't question it"> While Mig let Cara almost slip up, he looked at the picture of him and his family. He was just happy they were still safe. The Sith then surprised him by asking where he got his eye from.

<"Taanab. A CIS orbital dropper bashed my helmet in with a battle axe. It's why the area around my eye's scarred too. Good thing I was literally right next to a hospital with some of the best doctors the Mandalorians have to offer."> Mig sighed a little before looking at Cara's arms, tilting his head a little. <"Since we're asking questions, what about your arms?">

Cara Dorniarn

Cara Dorniarn · Nov 2, 2020

Having neared the photo Cara reached down, her fingers softly clicking as they had begun to wrap around the holodisk to take it.

<"Since we're asking questions, what about your arms?">

She had set herself up beautifully for the question. It caused her to pause. The thrum of a headache struck through her temple as she fought the sudden flush of emotion. Temper tripped she drew a breath, setting down the holodisk with a tensed grip. Back straight she kept her gaze away from Mig as she made herself look busy, still searching, presumably, for that silly lizard.

"An exp-" the sentence stopped short as she regained her composure then slipped back into Concordian, <"A foundry explosion. Caused by a mistake. The mistake,"> she took a half-turn as her hands tightened into fists, <"Of thinking Mandalorians capable of being a civil people.">

She allowed herself a small and insincere smile, <"Let me guess what you are thinking to say. Something along the line of "I'm sorry, but that's not all Mandos"?">

The doctor relaxed the grip of her hands as she turned on heel, having nowhere to go but aimlessly tread the room.

Mig Gred

Mig Gred · Nov 3, 2020

Near the photo now, Cara might have noticed the people in it. Mig, a darker skinned woman that taller than him standing by him, and a little Zabrak girl in front. Each of the adults in the photo held a baby, looking to be twins, while off to the side was a younger woman in some sort of Mandalorian flight gear. Notably though, the woman next to Mig didn’t appear very Mandalorian, at least at a first glance.

But then with the question hitting, Mig got an answer that almost surprised him.... Almost. An explosion cause by one of his people, or at least a Mandalorian by appearance. And the Sith was quick to peg what his initial answer would’ve been. That it wasn’t all Mandalorians. At the same time... he understood how she felt. It was the way he felt about Sith after Hammerfall. He had never fully trusted them, but then they attacked....

“My Buir (father)... was killed during the Force User Civil War.” Mig responder, speaking in basic this time. “Like me, he could use the Force, and was comparable to a Master by that time. An overzealous rebel came, asking for help, and when Buir wouldn’t give it to him, he started a challenge.... He cheated though.... I killed him after that.... A killer of those he claimed to be fighting for.” Mig closed his eyes, taking a short breath, returning to Concordian. <“I know not all Mandalorians, because I’ve had to face those that claim the name themselves. I’m sure the Sith have similar people among their ranges. And then I lose the man that was like a second father to me to our own allies attacking....”> He then eyed the picture, noticing her grip on the holodisc, but seeming more focused on the people in it.

<“I can’t answer for what happened to you. None other than that Mandalorian’s clan can, if they’re even still alive, but unless it was in war or contract....”> He stopped there, not sure he wanted to give the answer.

Cara Dorniarn

Cara Dorniarn · Nov 18, 2020

Hands clasped behind her back Cara ceased her aimless pace to stand silent. Dried mud from the planet's surface had shed off her boots with each step, leaving behind a faint trail which terminated in a circle. Empathy was nothing the doctor would loan to the Alor, not in that moment, <"The casulaties we lose to monsters always sting the most.">

Cara returned to a more restrained tone of voice as she spoke, <"No wars nor contracts I am afraid. Nothing so pardonable. Merely a stupid choice made by stupid people."> Her face remained turned away, the doctor attempting to repair a slipping air of control. A quick cough cleared her throat, Cara using the break to change the subject while resuming to meander about the cabin. <"Isn't it a wonderful thing to have a family?"> A toy was kicked by accident and Cara stepped around, leaned down, then took it in hand to inspect. <"Yours seems to be a varied mix.">

Cara then turned, composed enough to face Mig to deliver some banter, <"A one time offer for you to rave about them, Alor Gred.">

Mig Gred

Mig Gred · Nov 20, 2020

Mig looked at Cara. Even without the Force he could tell she seemed almost worried. She quickly went to divert attention though, noting how good it was to have a family. The Mandalorian smirked a little, looking at the toy Cara kicked. A baby speeder toy, one of his sons' toys. He then looked, nodding.

<"Yeah, it is. I like to think family drives most of us."> He then looked at Cara when she said now was the time he could gush about his family. Mig smirked a little, chucking before speaking again.

<"Well, depends on how far into family you want me to go. There's my sister, Vaux. Crack shot and ace pilot. She tends to speak her mind, be blunt, and wear her heart on her sleeve, but you know she's telling you what she really thinks. There's my wife,

Tamar Gred . She was a Sith slave at one before, but she was adopted into our culture, and eventually I married her. She's a good mother, and caring of almost everyone. Always keeps me a bit grounded too. Then there's Leddie, our oldest. She's sweet, kind, not too bad of a musician either for a kid either.... Honestly seen too much for her age.... There there's the twins, Ilyushin and Souma. Me and Tamar's little boys. They're just one of the best things to happen to us. I could go on into friends turned family, but that would a long list."> Mig then looked at Cara, trying to gauge her for a second.

"What about you? Got any family?"

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