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"Wait in the ship." the other warrior had said. "Wait in the ship, I've got a party to be at."
The hell he would, he'd decided shortly after the other warrior had left. Parties meant booze and women, both of which had been somewhat scarce on the frontier world he'd run into the other Mandalorian on, oh and he guess the guy claiming to be Ral was gonna be there and he probably check that out. Still though, it wouldn't do to show up immediately behind the other man, he had told him he'd wait. So he'd taken his time, tailing the man from a far, stopping briefly to pick up a bottle on his way. His battered white, mostly metalic, armor garnered the attention of a number of the Mando's he'd passed on the way his obvious disregard for the state of the armor sure to raise more than a few eyes of his fellow warriors, standing tall in up kept armor for what ever celebration the party was for. He paid them little mind as he stalked through the crowds. The warrior, Kalan, soon disappeared into the target building and Bardan resigned himself to wait a bit before making an uninvited appearance.
Taking up a perch on the stairs in front of the building the man would remove his helm, turning it over in his hands and running a gloved hand over a faded image of a Wolf and Crescent moon, a unit badge from a merc group he'd worked with some time past, somberly he placed the dinged up bucket beside him. Opening his bottle of booze he'd make a quick toast to the fallen, other than himself each man from that unit had fallen leaving him the lone wolf. He waited and he drank, watching the crowds walk by for the next several minutes until he felt something distantly in the force, something dark. Now that had peaked his interest.
Pushing himself up from the step he'd been on he turned, tucking his helmet into the crook of his arm and taking a long pull from the drink. He could have moved quicker, but as soon as the dark flare had occurred it had faded. He'd considered sitting back down and finishing the bottle before making what could only be a mistake in presenting himself to the Mandalorian Leadership, but he'd already stood up and right now sitting seemed like more effort. As he made his way to through the main doors, he noticed an all too familiar woman turning away from a man that looked suspiciously like Ral. His attention was quickly pulled to an attractive enough woman who stormed past him in a huff, a swirl of darkness emanating from her in the force. He cocked an eyebrow taking a drink, his head turning to follow the woman out.
"Well this certainly looks like the right place..." he announced, turning his attention back to the party and noticing a man that looked to be his friend Caed Vizsla.
The hell he would, he'd decided shortly after the other warrior had left. Parties meant booze and women, both of which had been somewhat scarce on the frontier world he'd run into the other Mandalorian on, oh and he guess the guy claiming to be Ral was gonna be there and he probably check that out. Still though, it wouldn't do to show up immediately behind the other man, he had told him he'd wait. So he'd taken his time, tailing the man from a far, stopping briefly to pick up a bottle on his way. His battered white, mostly metalic, armor garnered the attention of a number of the Mando's he'd passed on the way his obvious disregard for the state of the armor sure to raise more than a few eyes of his fellow warriors, standing tall in up kept armor for what ever celebration the party was for. He paid them little mind as he stalked through the crowds. The warrior, Kalan, soon disappeared into the target building and Bardan resigned himself to wait a bit before making an uninvited appearance.
Taking up a perch on the stairs in front of the building the man would remove his helm, turning it over in his hands and running a gloved hand over a faded image of a Wolf and Crescent moon, a unit badge from a merc group he'd worked with some time past, somberly he placed the dinged up bucket beside him. Opening his bottle of booze he'd make a quick toast to the fallen, other than himself each man from that unit had fallen leaving him the lone wolf. He waited and he drank, watching the crowds walk by for the next several minutes until he felt something distantly in the force, something dark. Now that had peaked his interest.
Pushing himself up from the step he'd been on he turned, tucking his helmet into the crook of his arm and taking a long pull from the drink. He could have moved quicker, but as soon as the dark flare had occurred it had faded. He'd considered sitting back down and finishing the bottle before making what could only be a mistake in presenting himself to the Mandalorian Leadership, but he'd already stood up and right now sitting seemed like more effort. As he made his way to through the main doors, he noticed an all too familiar woman turning away from a man that looked suspiciously like Ral. His attention was quickly pulled to an attractive enough woman who stormed past him in a huff, a swirl of darkness emanating from her in the force. He cocked an eyebrow taking a drink, his head turning to follow the woman out.
"Well this certainly looks like the right place..." he announced, turning his attention back to the party and noticing a man that looked to be his friend Caed Vizsla.
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