Open Lust for Life

[Laren Vano]

Really?

Laren stood bored of this old guy’s wines and cries. Simply saying,

“You want some cheese with that wine, old man?”

The Mando watched as the dipshit Ranger came to ‘save the day.’ He couldn’t help but laugh at the stupidity of what the old guy thought he could do. Laren doesn’t care about the law. Only the job. Now the job could be in danger. Awesome..

“Look guy. He’s old. And hearing Hutt shit. I look like the kinda guy that would just threaten a guys life?.. Don’t answer that it’s rhetorical. I simply told him I’m not some soldier he can bark orders to. I mean look at him... even my dead grandma could kick more ass than he can, much less tell people what to do. I suggest you put a muzzle over this old fart. Before I have to ask you to leave. We can get someone else to check the ship just as easy.”

Laren took a step forward. Towering over the old man. His visor looking right through the old man’s eyes. He knew he could crush him. He wanted to just for the fun of it. Though Cas was here and insisted on Laren apologizing. So of course. The money had better be worth it though. He lifted an arm and placed a hand on oldies shoulder,

“If I offended you.. I apologize. Sometimes Mando here can have a temper. Make some things sound different than intended.”

@Eccles @Nefieslab @Die Shize

 

[Lorcan]

What in the name of every karking hell that any Sith had ever spat in was going on now? Some kind of commotion from the old spacer and the stupid-looking Mando kid with something to prove? Sounded likely to be fair – he doubted that the Mando kid was the brightest bulb in the box after all, all things considered.

Gods but it was like being a Ranger again for real… he didn’t sign up for this.

“Let’s find out what the kark is going on with those two.” He suggested to the Mandalorian woman following him, shoulders slumping ever so slightly, “We can’t leave the kids alone for five minutes can we, Anvil?”

There was a joke in there about her being able to take a hammering he was certain but he wasn’t going to reach for it.

Death threats?

Hardly uncommon from a bucket head but if he had his Ranger head back on (and it was disturbing how easy it was for him to slip back into the role as a Ranger) then it wasn’t something he could just ignore. Just because Mandos enjoyed throwing their history of violence around as a manhood extender, didn’t mean that it was legal.

“Alright alright everybody calm down.” He suggested, hands up to both the old spacer and the younger Mandalorian man, “None of this is necessary is it? Anvil here is right – we got Rangers and civvies dying out there. So I’m gonna tell you to step outside and cool off, kid.”

He stared hard at the kid Mando, not flinching away from the kid who thought he was tough because he could throw his weight around.

“Tossing out threats ain’t a real mature way to handle the fact that you’re bored. Worse, you really wanna start throwing them about when there’s johnny law stood right next to you? Think, kid, think.” He tapped the side of his helmet, “Anvil. Either he steps outside to guard the ship, leaves the old man to his pissing and moaning about being old while doing his job or I gotta start taking statements and this whole thing gets delayed.”

He eyed the female Mando.

“I don’t want that but I don’t think these two can play nice, do you?”

@Eccles
@Scoobert @Die Shize