Log:Galactic Reputation for Killing

Galactic Reputation for Killing

OOC Date: June 30, 2019
Location: Alde Station, Mid Rim
Participants: Narsai Ordo, Aryn Cole

Alde Station, Mid Rim

Alde Station is an Alderaanian station owned and managed by House Alde, an old money name from the late world of Alderaan. The station is not large, but it does exhibit luxurious amenities, and host dignitaries from the Alderaanian Alliance. Situated in a private hangar away from prying eyes, the ships from NAI-01-OR have landed and received a debrief from the Viceroy representing the House Holster.

There's some relief in being safely situated in space, away from that beautiful but deadly planet NAI-01-OR. The debrief went as expected, and the coroner collected Lord Holster's body to be examined and processed. As a result, Lady Aryn was asked to stay on the station to answer any additional questions that came up from the late Lord's passing.

Even though the intricacies of neurology escaped Aryn, the doctors on the station did explain that the death of Soren Holster was unavoidable. In thousands of years, there has not been a development that has treated those who come under the spell of the mysterious hive mind. Aryn concluded privately that they were all lucky to get away with their lives.

Taking leave from the dignitaries, Aryn returned to the hangar to find her ship. She had changed since leaving, and was now wearing something more akin to what a noble might wear. All white, to include her boots, with a short, stylish cape. She carried a small knife on her belt, but otherwise appeared unarmed. She stood near the shield array that kept the void of space from depressurizing the chambers. Her thoughts were on the mission, and her most recent failure.

It was a ship fit for a noble perhaps by design alone, but Narsai hardly looked the part herself in her well-worn armor and the ship had more than once proven it wasn't some luxury plaything. Even so, away from that frozen world the Mandalorian woman had taken the time to clean the hull of her pride and joy of the ice and snow, the scrubbing more a habbit of ritual and relaxation than any need brought on by fragility.

With her helmet off, the T-visor had given way to the far less intimidating features of the young woman; youthful features, green eyes and deep red hair not quite carrying the same impact perhaps when compared to Beskar'gem. She remained in the rest of her armor, but her helmet was left at the foot of the boarding ramp as she straightened from her efforts and raised her arms above her head to stretch with a contented sigh.

Those revealed eyes turn, spotting the other woman finally and she offers a little chuckle of greeting. "Rather peaceful after all that, isn't it?"

Aryn turns, presenting herself shoulder first like one might in a duel; of course minus the balanced stance or threatening pose. Youthful blue eyes find the red-headed Mandalorian, and for a moment there's confusion written across her face. It wasn't until she recognized the woman's armor that she realized just who she was. Turning to face her fully now, she draws closer, and locks her hands to her lower back.

"Aye," says the younger, accented doctor. "Much more peaceful. Given my recent adventures, silence is beginning to sound foreign to me." It was Aryn's turn to chuckle. When she was comfortably close to Narsai, she stopped walking. "Listen, I wanted to thank you for answering the general contract. Your expertise on the field," She pauses, "proved very valuable to our survival. I believe you have the honor of being the first Mandalorian I've ever met."

"Always out there, just waiting for us," Narsai muses, stepping closer towards the shield herself and then giving a little chuckle. The first Mandlorian she'd met? Perhaps that explained a thing or two, but it did bring a smile to the woman's lips. "I hope the first impression was good then..."

Hands falling to her sides, the natural posture has them close to her blasters, but there's no threat to the gesture. It was simply the design of her gear. "You, everyone, handled themselves extremely well. I has been a while since I fought alongside...people of a certain organization." A pause, her gaze looks sidelong from the admiring of the stars. "A subtle sort."

Turning so that she stands shoulder to shoulder with the Mandalorian, she follows her gaze back out to the stars, then adjusts to catch a glimpse of Narsai's smile. Its presence draws a pretty smile from Aryn. "The best first impression, I assure you." Aryn's gaze stays on Narsai when she continues, listening while her expression changes to something thoughtful. "What do you mean?" Aryn was typically slow on the up-take. It had nothing to do with her wit; in fact it was just the opposite. She had a tendency to overthink. A lot.

Perhaps Narsai took it to be tradecraft of a sort, or maybe she was being cautious. Whatever it was, it came with a shrug before she lazily lets her arms shift to cross under her armored bust. Tilting her head to the side and looking out again at the starscape. "But yes, you all handled yourselves well in the fight. Even if you don't look the sort at first glance, fancy crystal sword aside."

"They've seen worse and been in tougher fights. Me? I'm not fighter, no soldier even. Just a Doctor with a penchant for trouble it seems." Her hands lift to station on her hips now, her cape sliding back off her arms to drape over her back only. "Praise from a Mandalorian about fighting is nothing to be taken lightly though!-- Ah, yes, my sword. It was a recent purchase at a seminar I was invited to speak at. A Lord.. Arcantael.. " She had to sound it out slowly. "..sold it to me. I wasn't sure I would even need it. A lot of good it did me. I'm awful in a fight." She laughs at her own expense.

"They have a surprising balance to them," Narsai nods, giving a little chuckle. "I had the fortune to use one once myself, it belonged to a friend who has since passed. They're surprisingly close to a Bes'kad." Talk of weapons given casually, there was however a slight tilt of her head after a moment as she muses on something. "Just a doctor with a penchant for trouble? I suppose as much so as I am 'just a mechanic and pilot'. Once that might have been accurate, but not so much these days."

She turns now, facing the other woman directly. "I'm the first Mandalorian you've met, but I imagine you've heard the odd rumor. If not about the Revivers, certainly about my people's history?"

Narsai's comment about the accuracy of Aryn's description brings a slight smile from the young woman. When the topic switches to the Mandalorians, to her people, Aryn begins to suspect she's speaking to someone who may be more than a Mandalorian. Turning to face her directly now, her hands remain at her hips. "The Revivers? No ma'am, but I know the story of the Mandalorians. Houses and Clans warring; it all seems very tragic. I've had many colleagues who attended university with me, head to Mandalore and surrounding systems to aid in humanitarian efforts. I have considered it myself."

"Humanitarian efforts?" Narsai repeats, raising an eyebrow. "That's been our main point of action with the Revivers. Setting down safe zones and helping non-combatants out of warlord's tyranny." A smile, but the woman shakes her head. "Mandalorians have in history been...often on the wrong side of it at times."

A frown, the woman uncrosses her arms. "Noone in history was better at hunting down and killing Jedi than Mandalorians..."

A veiled threat perhaps? Aryn couldn't be sure. "I don't suppose they're still in the Jedi killing business these days?" Her hand comes up to tuck her blonde back and she looks down sheepishly. "I mean, if you intend to kill me, no one would know until it was too late. A private hangar, protected under a royal seal, no recording devices, constant jamming frequency. It's the perfect place for a murder I suppose." She gestures. "What gave me away?"

Narsai? She laughs...not the cackle of a villain or the mocking of a murderess...just genuine amusement. She lifts her hands, empty as they are, non-threateningly. "Pay me some credit Aryn Cole. I'm not the monologuing to kill type. I'm a Mandalorian. If I had intended to kill you I'd have been polite enough to do it without the idle chatter." Another soft giggle, the redhead leans forwards slightly and lets her hands fall once more to brace against her hips. "Call it experience," she offers lightly. "Knowing what to look for?"

Aryn's cheeks go red as the Mandalorian laughs at her expense. It was humbling. Braving a glance back up, she sees that Narsai doesn't /seem/ intent to kill her, and her words seem genuine enough. "I'm not in the killing business, so I'm not sure how it's done. I'm a healer, it's the only thing I'm particularly good at. I've never wanted to hurt anyone, and if you need proof.. I couldn't even bring myself to kill the Killik that tried to attack you." She sighs heavily. "You clearly have more experience than I do. I wouldn't know where to start looking." She looks to Narsai. "Maybe you could teach me? Maybe then, I wouldn't seem so pathetic or useless in a fight?"

"I had an upbringing among Clan Ordo," she points out, shrugging her shoulders and then gesturing to the other woman. "But you had good intentions, even if you were acting on instinct." A pause however comes at the request for training, causing Narsai to raise an eyebrow. "I've always welcomed those willing to learn from our people," she speaks softly, "I suppose I assumed your friends would have been teaching you...skills." Even so, Narsai's armored shoulder shrug. "Still, a Jedi learning from a Mandalorian? Idea has potential."

"Who better to learn from than the most intimidating warriors in the galaxy?" Aryn ask rhetorically. "You'll find in me a good student. I'm not good at fighting, or killing even, but I want to survive. If I have to learn to do those things to stay alive, then I need friends who are willing to teach me." She holds Narsai's gaze. "Whatever you want me to do, so long as my identity isn't in danger of being broadcasted.. my true identity as a jedi, then I'm willing to step up. And, if you find yourself in need of a Doctor?" She smiles and hikes a thumb to herself. "I'll be there."

"Your secret is safe with me Doc," Narsai muses, nodding her head and then lazily bumping a fist against the other woman's shoulder. "Find me on Nar Shaddaa, or Mandalore. Otherwise? Shoot me a holocom call on the Thunderheart." With that? She turns, headed for her ship. "I'll see you around."