Veritas et Lux
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Clementine was already half way to the junkyard by now. Her adrenaline began to pump- she knew she had to get in to her locker quietly so she'd be able to grab her blaster, but before she knew what was going on the ground, buildings, and sky had seemed to meld together in a bleeding whirring jubilee of optical confusion. When her brain had caught up with her eyes she was sitting up in the sand with both legs extended outwards, shaking sand from her shirt. The girl had force pulled her, and at first it seemed as if she was hostile. Clenching her fists together and jumping to her feet at once, Clementine had actually thought for once and assessed the situation. Nuala wasn't holding a lightsaber, and she wasn't in any stance or position of attack. Still though, Clementine was pretty confused even as she unclenched her fists and threw her arms up in the air.
"The poodoo- Kriffing- .... Wha-?", she began for a moment before actually letting Nuala talk.
The girl made sense, even if she didn't like it. It half-way insulted her, considering that she was a mandalorian and her mother and father were both prestigious beyond measure in the culture of her people and all, but at the same time in the reality of things Clementine wasn't neither her mother or father- she was Clementine. She had to get back into the junkyard though, that was for certain. Taking in a deep breath, holding it, and letting it out again, Clementine had to convince Nuala to help her. It wasn't an option in her head.
"Okay, Nuala. I'll take your advice, but remember... I am a mandalorian, and I've been bred and taught to wage war. I have a locker in the main building, and if we can get to it I have no doubt that you and I could cream whoever is in there waiting for us.", she began, raising her arm to hold her hand out to Nuala.
"So what do you say? Help me out some and I'll help you. I can get you anything you need for your mission or otherwise. Credits, parts, intel- anything.""
"The poodoo- Kriffing- .... Wha-?", she began for a moment before actually letting Nuala talk.
The girl made sense, even if she didn't like it. It half-way insulted her, considering that she was a mandalorian and her mother and father were both prestigious beyond measure in the culture of her people and all, but at the same time in the reality of things Clementine wasn't neither her mother or father- she was Clementine. She had to get back into the junkyard though, that was for certain. Taking in a deep breath, holding it, and letting it out again, Clementine had to convince Nuala to help her. It wasn't an option in her head.
"Okay, Nuala. I'll take your advice, but remember... I am a mandalorian, and I've been bred and taught to wage war. I have a locker in the main building, and if we can get to it I have no doubt that you and I could cream whoever is in there waiting for us.", she began, raising her arm to hold her hand out to Nuala.
"So what do you say? Help me out some and I'll help you. I can get you anything you need for your mission or otherwise. Credits, parts, intel- anything.""