Lessons from a Charismatic Mando

[Ash]

Alchamy pulled her white cowl on over her hair and moved from her home and entered into the waiting air taxi.
Father was in his office, reading over more old reports no doubt. He hadn't seen her leave, nor had she told him.
She climbed in and directed the cab driver to the address that she desired to go. Without question he took the currency and drove forward.

There was an almost private, dark looking group gathered by the entrance of a building, one going in at a time after showing an invitation card. Alchamy joined into the crowd and flashed a small card, needless to say it was faked but it could very easily be passed as a real one. She followed the others who had been allowed entry. Seeing the girl who had gotten her the entry card, she brushed by her whispering "Thanks," and went to another location far from the crowds.
Not much was known about the current Mandalorian affairs, but what was known was that they had split into two groups and it wasn't pretty. Time ticked by and she remained, waiting for someone to take the podium and settle the yapping crowds of people. One more minute passed before that someone to quiet the crowd stepped up to the podium and as if unwillfully, every being hushed and even Alchamy had taken pause to stare at him and they all listened intently as he began to speak.

 

[Django]

Titus wasn't sure he was here, but Cabur had suggested some time spent near people would be good for him and he listened. He wasn't sure why he listened. He had a lot of work to do. But hmm... Maybe taking some time to just relax would be good for him. He looked out to the crowd. He had no interest in listening this man speak, it would probably be more propaganda than informational.

Seeing a girl around his age, Titus limped to her. Struggling, he stood beside her for a little bit until speaking up. "Your eyes tell me that you seek information. I am a Mandalorian, despite the fact I don't have my armor on, I am still very much Mandalorian. Standing isn't really a skill of mine right now. Maybe you and I could head to a bar and talk things over?"

 

[Ash]

Alchamy had instantly noticed this would be all propaganda... Not what she was hoping for. But better than nothing.
She'd have to find out the other sides argument later, but she made sure to keep attention on the speaker, scantly noticing a limping boy approach her. He was much taller than she with blue eyes that were analyzing her, she began to consider moving away until he spoke up.
A trip to the bar with a Mandalorian boy she didn't know. Stating standing wasn't a skill he had gave her an advantage if she needed to run, but he could very well be a good shot and take her out as she tried to make an escape. Or maybe he was just a nice guy looking for a better time than listening to the man at the podium scream at everyone, she knew she would rather not be here. And this boy had stated he was a Mandalorian, meaning he'd know what she sought after.
...she wasn't going to a bar with him though. That just wasn't about to happen.

"See here, hon... don't take this as a shot at you, but I don't know you well enough to say 'yes' to a bar trip with you. I have a taxi waiting not far from here. A ride through the city instead?" she hadn't made it through 18 years by being stupid, but the pros to talking with this boy did out-weight the cons. If she was going to spend time with him, it would be on her terms. Not his.

 

[Django]

Titus shifted his weight slightly and listened to what the girl had to say. Her concern was understandable, and Titus had no reason to object her wishes. And besides, a quick read of her face showed him that she obviously wasn't up for compromise. Growing ever weaker, Titus replied.

"Who am I to object? Okay, lead me to this taxi of yours before I fall over from exhaustion. Then I can answer any questions you have, without bias. I have been around people from both sides of the faction quite a bit."

 

[Ash]

"Let me help you." Alchamy offered her support and wrapped an arm around his waist, not knowing why exactly he wasn't walking well was a draw-back. She had heard him mention exhaustion, but there could very well be more wrong with him. Hopefully she was helping him at the very least as she led him toward the exit. "My name is Alchamy. What's yours?" tilting her head up and looking at him, trying to guess what his name may be as she waited for his response.

 

[Django]

Titus happily accepted the girls help. Her name was Alchamy. Titus liked it. Such an interesting name. He hoped she was just as interesting. Maybe Titus could get laid. Probably not. He struggled to make it all the way to the taxi, even with Alchamy's help. After finally making it, he plopped down onto the seat and sighed a thankful sigh.

Alchamy had asked him what his name was while they were making their way to the taxi but he didn't get the chance to answer because of the pain he was in. Now he could answer, "My name is Titus," he began whilst pulling his cane into the taxi.

"Titus Skirata. I am a Verd in the Mandalorian Military, or in Galactic Basic, a Private. Please, get in, then I can tell you I am injured, and any other questions you may have. I hope that is okay with you."

 

[Ash]

Alchamy smiled to the boy as he finally seated himself in the taxi, "Just a drive around the city, dear." she addressed the driver as she climbed in herself. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Sir Skirata. I do have many questions, so I hope you've only got enough life left in you to answer them all." she settled into her seat, the bulk of her person facing Titus, and her legs pulled up into a criss-cross. They were going to spend a lot of time in this cab and she was going to be comfortable.

 

[Django]

"Please, just Titus," he responded with a smile. He couldn't help but notice how cute Alchamy was. Continuing to speak, ""Believe it or not, I am only 19. I probably look older than I am. I blame the scars and battle experience my opponents have given me. Titus finished with a slight chuckle.

Shifting around in his seat to get more comfortable, Titus allowed there to be some silence. He knew she was waiting for him to say something more, but to be entirely honest he didn't care. The cool taxi was relaxing, and he needed something to relax. For a few moments he closed his eyes. Deciding she probably thinks he is trying to sleep, he opened them and continued the conversation.

"Yes, questions. Firstly though, I should explain my condition. Recently I was in a battle. Us Mandalorians are in a Civil War, you know. My side in this battle lost. I believe I am the only survivor. I took a lot of damage, but I am alive. An old friend on the other side picked me up and has helped bring me back to health. Don't tell anyone though, it is a secret."

Titus laughed a little bit to hard, and a pain started up in his side. His laugh evolved into sounds of pain, and he gripped his side. Leaning his head back, Titus awaited the flood of the questions that would probably ensue.

 

[Ash]

Only 19? She hadn't pegged him for being so young, but as a Mandalorian it's hard to look young she guessed. Always, always fighting. Not the type of people she liked to associate herself with, or care to talk too much with. Alchamy smiled, laughing at his 'secret', "Titus!" she gasped as he gripped at his sides, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Haven't you sought out more help than just your friend? My father has a medical droid at home, I don't think he'd mind letting us use her."

She began to tap on the driver's shoulder and told him that they should probably change course to her home in the opposite direction he was heading the two teens in.

 

[Django]

Titus smiled at the girls kindness whilst releasing his grip on his side. She was an interesting girl after all. She probably hasn't seen the Galaxy like he had, she might not have even ever been off this planet. Maybe Titus liked this girl. He hadn't had a crush on anyone since he before he had originally left the Mandalorians.

"No, I haven't been able to see any good medical personnel. I wasn't playing around when I said my survivial was a secert. Such a secret my presence on my friends ship are only known to a select few people. My parents serve on the same ship I've been on, and I haven't had the chance to speak with them.

...

Not that I'd want to. I have a pretty interesting history with them. But we'll agree that I'll go over that later. For now, yes, I'd enjoy seeing a medical droid if you and your father don't mind. Until we get there, ask any question you wish." Titus words came across slightly odd. Confessing his attraction towards Alchamy to himself caused him to act a little shy in his words. Over and over again he questioned his words, and they probably came out wrong.

Titus stretched in his seat and yawned. He was tired. Shifting himself towards the girl beside him, he looked into her eyes. They were a beautiful shade of green. Her hair was a cheerful red color. She is beautiful Titus thought to himself.

 

[Ash]

"Your survival must be secret and you can barely trust, yet you so openly tell a stranger? How odd." she bluntly questioned, tilting her head to the side and looking over his figure. Silently she questioned when the last he slept was, or at least- slept well.
He had started off seeming fine in her presence, now it has changed slightly. Alchamy felt him shift and realised she still had a hand on him, instantly she released him, pulling herself to the cab driver she told him to take them home and he was finished for the day after that.
This cab driver was usually the driver she asked for when ordering a cab. She trusted and was comfortable with him, and he to her. She kissed his cheek lightly and thanked him for his kindness before leaning back into her seat, glancing at Titus for an instant before focusing on the New Alderaan night life.

 

[Django]

"I... I... I don't know. It has been a long time since I've had a conversation with someone outside of the the three people that know I'm alive and kicking. And you looked innocent and young, and defiantly not Mandalorian. What does my survival mean to you? You know what I mean?"

Titus sighed. It was a legitimate question, and her bluntness didn't really surprise Titus. It wasn't because he thought she was that type of girl, but because the main person who he had been communicating with was very blunt at times. Cabur the name popped up in Titus' head. He would have a story to tell when he got back on the ship.

Titus stretched again, he knew he must look silly. Or shy. Or... something. He wasn't sure. But whatever he was doing obviously caused Alchamy to start acting slightly different. He didn't like this difference, but he was probably acting different as well. Titus sighed again. He needed to work on having a conversation with someone again, it has been such a long time since he had one with someone new.

She reached up and kissed the taxi driver on the check and then slightly ignored him. She was focused on whatever was going on outside. Titus felt awkward and lots of thoughts raced through his mind. What was her and the taxi drivers relation, exactly? It went on and on. Titus should be acting like this, but he was so he tried to push the thoughts out.

"Do you have any other questions?" He tried to continue this conversation, he could tell his tone had changed to a slightly awkward tone.

 

[Ash]

"Too many right now, I'll start my interrogation once I have you pinned on a table." she didn't laugh, though she was resisting the urge to.
The silence had lasted long enough to get them close to her home. Alchamy took a moment to look at the entrance of her home before she passed a tip to the cab driver, "Thank you, Nel. I'll see you some other time!" she started helping Titus, curious to what he thought about her remark she had made to him. Behind her she could hear one of her father's droids opening the door and coming toward her, she ignored it and continued with Titus.

 

[Django]

Titus left out a silent chuckle at Alchamy's remarks, and his checks slowly changed color into a rosy red. Titus looked away from Alchamy to hide his face. He didn't want her to think that he couldn't handle such a joke. Or... was it a joke? She hadn't laughed... Yes, of course it was a joke. Titus thanked the taxi driver for the ride, but informed him that he didn't have any credits to tip him with.

As Alchamy started helping Titus into her house Titus continued the conversation, "Your father would be okay with this, right?" He asked her, not fully wanting to deal with an angry father.

 

[Ash]

"I wouldn't have offered if you were not able." She pointed out, giving him a smile and pulling him up to a proper standing position.
It wasn't a lie, her father would respond with a positive outlook in seeing his daughter hanging out someone. He saw it as her moving forward from the loss of her brother and ma. The young Mandalorian may mostly only be in her company for information, it was better than nothing to her father though.

 

[Django]

Titus walked up to the house with the girls help. He was sure questions would pile on top of him soon. Standing there, well, struggling to stand there, he awaited for the girls father to come to the door. "I hope your father is an okay man," Titus said slightly out of no where.

 

[Ash]

Alchamy looked at Titus for a moment, questioning why he had suddenly stopped. She continued forward, tugging at him to follow her. Her father was likely too wrapped in his papers to bother noticing her arrival back home. "He is probably busy. Best we just invite ourselves in." She informed him as she walked into the hearth.

 

[Django]

Titus didn't fight it when Alchamy started tugging him along. The less time spent dealing with potentially upset fathers, the better. With the help of his cane and the walls, Titus walked on his own without help from the girl. He followed her as they made their way to her fathers medical droid.

 

[Ash]

"Hello, Miss Alchamy." the droid said in a too-cheerful tone as she dragged Titus around with her through the home.
"Hello to you too, dear." Alchamy smiled and gave a small wave to her father's medical droid, "Is there any way you could take some time to look at my friend? He's pretty roughed up." she motioned to Titus and nudged him forward for the droid to get a better look at him.
"Of course, Miss Alchamy." she nodded, moving closer to Titus and looking over him carefully. "Tell me about how you're feeling, sir." looking up at him and then going back to examining his outer appearance. Alchamy moved to a chair not too far from the two and seated herself, watching the droid intently. It was always interesting to the girl to see the droid work.

 

[Django]

Titus sat and listened to what the medical droid had to say. He answered any questions the droid asked. And in the end he didn't learn anything new. He needed to go to a professional surgeon to start the healing process as needed. He would... someday. He just didn't know when.

"Would you lead me somewhere more comfortable, please, Alchamy. Maybe your bedroom? Anywhere really, I just need a better place to sit and relax." Getting up with help from his cane, Titus followed wherever Alchamy led him. "Now. It is time for you to pin me down and ask all your questions?"