Roon and Relaxation

[The New Guy]

(Open to members of the Chosen ONLY , if you feel like you have a reason to be here please don't hesitate to message me)
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The mess hall on the Roon base was nearly empty, save for a few members of the Chosen sitting in it.The hall was dully lit, and relatively quiet. Nobody really seemed to be interacting with each other. Chos was one of the few sitting in the hall, but he was probably the only one chugging a mug of rum. He was on Roon for some much needed R&R, and was ready to enjoy every minute of it. The Mando had been told that there’d be others here to enjoy some time off and there was a mention of some sort of calendar, but hadn’t cared look for them. Besides, most of them were in armor anyway; much like himself.


As he finished his mug, he grabbed his helmet and put it back on; heading for the mess hall exit. As he headed towards the exit he bumped shoulders with somebody who was just entering. After exchanging a glance, Chos noticed it was Zac, one of the newest recruits. Seeing as there were actually people entering the hall, he decided to turn around and walk back in with Zac. “So, what brings you here?”


As he waited for Zacrig to respond, he wondered where the rest of Chosen might be. He had seen Prudii earlier, was pretty sure that there were other members that would be on base to relax, but he had yet to notice them.

@Arclight @Phœnix @Khasil Johgat @Prudence @Zek @Taz @Bardan Kex

 

[Khasil Johgat]

Zac entered the mess hall of their Roon base. His affairs on Corellia were done and after Zac had joined the Mandalorian mercenaries, he was told to head for the planet, and so he did. When he was entering the nearly empty mess hall, Zac bumped into a man in full mandalorian armor. Unlike most of the new recruits, Zac still wore his old Solephian light armor, the alloy that made his armor was a bit lighter and stronger that the standard armor the Chosen wore, but to Zac the armor was one of the few things that still reminded him of his home. He apologized for bumping into the shorter man, and then replied to the man’s question. “They told me to come here, and I did. Was hoping I could get a drink…”

(OOC: I was to lazy to edit so here, have it raw)

 

[Prudence]

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The halls were barren, foolishly devoid of guards - a mistake that would grow increasingly more costly when Prudii reached the target zone. Carbine pressed into his shoulder, and strapped onto his chest he turned the corner and slowly began his way down the hall. He could see the door now, it was at the end of the wall, and was glowing with heat disseminating from the room within. Prudii moved swiftly through the room, reaching the door momentarily, and bracing himself against one side of it. Carefully he palmed the activation switch and it slid away, revealing the vault room of his prize within. There were only two guarding it and they were easy to dispatch. The first he dropped with a stun bolt, though the second had to be taken out more carefully as he was closer to the prize. Prudii landed a palm smash against the man's nose which sent him stumbling backwards into the table behind him. Prudii then lifted a pan and smacked the man across the head, sending him clambering to the ground with a loud gasp. The target was now in sight.

Prudii moved in, scooping up the large metal pan from its heating cradle, cracking the lid to see inside his prize. He was met with the warm and beautiful sight and smell of freshly cooked tater tots, the entire pan in fact. Far more than was rationed to him. Now it was time for his exfil. He began to move towards the exit door for the kitchen into the cafeteria, speaking into his comms as he did, "Making a hot exfil! Be ready with suppressive fire." He found the door, depressed its activation switch, and when the door had slid open he rushed out, ducked down. He jogged for half of the length to the table where Chos was seated and set his pan down, before finding a seat as well,

"They may send more troops after me, but I have secured the target." He was referring to an early conversation where Prudii had mentioned he was going to try to go steal some more tater tots, having finished his all with some ket'chup in mere seconds. Chos had shrugged and said "go for it, sure" when Prudii had asked if Chos would provide him with cover fire should the need arise.

 

[The New Guy]

Nodding in response to Zac, he pointed to the self-serve bar at the end of the mess hall. "You can get your fix over there" he paused for a moment "but please...do no drink all the rum. If the rum is gone, you're dead." Deciding to make sure that Zac did not drink all the rum, Chos accompanied him to the bar. Once there, he decided to fill a another mug and left the man at the bar to go sit at a table.

Just as he sat down, ready to take of his helmet and enjoy a drink, his comms were drowned which shouts from Prudii. Is there ever a dull moment with this guy?. He had assumed Prudii was joking when he said we was going to steal tater tots, but apparently not.

"Making a hot exfil! Be ready with suppressive fire."

Soon after the channel closed, he saw Mad Dog open the door and rush across the hall and seated himself next to Chos. He shot the crazed Mando a bewildered look as he took off his helmet. Prudii said something about reinforcements but he completely disregarded it, deciding his mug of rum was much, much more interesting. After taking a sip of his rum, he turned to the man next to him and said "You're crazy, you know that right?". He shook his head and went back to drinking his delicious spiced rum.

 

[Cal Ashe]

Cal was still recovering from his previous nights binge drinking and possibly had the worst headache in the world. After all, going drunk to sober then going back to drunk again was not the nicest feeling in the world. So while the rest of the mando's had been training and spending their day working, Cal spent his over the toilet. However, Cal did get a little bit of a workout done before immediately going back to the toilet. So by the end of the day, Cal needed some time to eat and relax. So Cal made his way down, walking along the barren corridors that led there. By the time he had arrived, he noticed he was quite possibly the odd one out. While the rest of them were in full armour, Cal was just in a t-shirt and shorts. He quickly spotted Prudii and Chos and another mandolorian so he swiftly navigated himself over and plonked himself down on a seat next to Prudii.

"What did I miss?"

 

[Zek]

((For the record, Brock Lesnar was a joke, I will find a different PB for Arden this weekend.))

The shuttle from Concordia to Roon was a bit of a trip. The di'kut flying the thing seemed to make every unnecessary maneuver in the book, especially on reentry. If Arden hadn't been extremely motion sick, he probably would have walked in to the cockpit and smacked the hell out of the Mandalorian pilot. But all he could manage was a stern look as he shakily grabbed his green, GAR issued duffel bag and tan assault pack from the overhead storage. He put the pack on his back and carried the heavy, gear-filled duffel over his shoulder and hurried down the boarding ramp. Upon reaching entrance to his new employer's base, he flashed paperwork with The Chosen's insignia on it and was let in.

Evidently there was some sort of relaxation time going on in the bar of the place, a perfect time to meet everyone's, according to the recruiting department. As Arden followed signs to the bar, he tried as best he could to straighten out his black, leather jacket and tan cargo pants. They were still blouses thanks to years of practice and a good pair of tight boots. As the blond man neared the door, he cracked his neck and brushed his short hair with his hand. Show time

Upon entry, he scanned the room out of habit. There were several men, most of them in armor, he smiled for a minute, only Mandalorians would relax in armor. He walked to the bar and ordered a mug of ale, setting down his bags next to him and lighting a cigarra.

 

[Khasil Johgat]

Zac laughed at the man's comment and ordered his double whiskey, he light a cigarette and he was calmly enjoying his drink when he saw... "Him?!" The Solephian thought. It was the same mandalorian that had helped him and that space lizard rob a frigate back on Corellia. He crushed his cigarette on the ash tray and walked up to their table, drink in hand. Sitting there was the man that Zacrig had bumped into earlier, Prudii and some other guy he'd never seen, "Wearing shorts and a t-shirt to a mandalore party, someone wants to die obviously.".

Zac got closer to Prudii before making his presence known, "Guess you couldn't resist me could you Prudii?"

 

[The New Guy]

As Chos took a swig from his mug, he closed his eyes to enjoy the wonderful taste of his rum. When he opened his eyes there were more people at the table. One of the newer recruits, Cal, had taken his place next to Prudii. He was the only one sitting down that wasn't armored, it made him chuckle a little bit knowing that the newer member would soon learn that you always need your armor. When the man asked if he'd missed anything, Chos politely informed him that the party was just starting. That's when he saw Zac approach, flirting with Prudii once again. The Mad Dog had told him about Zac's overly-flirtatious nature with him. Will he ever take no for an answer? he though to himself.

He was getting ready to crack a joke at Cal for being the only one not in armor, but just as he opened his mouth, he saw somebody enter in a leather jacket and cargo pants and carrying some bags. The newcomer went straight to the bar. Man, the bar is super popular today.

 

[Cal Ashe]

The urge for a drink was overcoming, seeing everyone with a mug of rum No no no no no. Not after yesterday. Do you want to be ill like you were yesterday. Ahhhh so conflicted. Screw it, one drink wont hurt would it? Cal quickly got up from his table and walked over to the bar quickly got his mug of rum. He smiled and sat back down on his original seat. He smiled and closed his eyes before talking a small sip of it. That was some good rum. He had to take it slow however after all, he didn't want to get sick again.

Looking around the room once more, noticing all the people in armour, especially his table. He felt stupid and idiotic without his armor but if he was to get sick, he would never forgive himself for spewing over the armor. That was important to him and was probably thing that he cherished the most.

"Man, I look like an idiot but i couldn't forgive myself if I threw up over it"

 

[Khasil Johgat]

Zac sat down and sipped his whiskey, when he noticed that the man in shorts had left to go grab a drink. He was oblivious to the chattering around him and he had a very strange feeling but he couldn't quite put his finger on what was bugging him. His fears came true when Six, his protocol droid, entered the mess hall. Zac got up and ran to meet the droid. "What's going on Six?" He asked, heart beat rising as he waited for the droid's response.
"I got a call from home." Six replied in a whisper so that none could hear them. "The Confederates placed a bounty on you for treason against the people. I also met with a trader that told me his majesty has been declared an enemy of the state and rumor says those traitors are keeping him somewhere underneath Iaoterra, deep within the canyon."
Zacrig was speechless... A bounty? For treason?! They were the traitors, not him! Feelings of rage and sadness battled in his head. He was devastated to hear that his majesty was being kept in such terrible conditions, and he was angry at the Confederates for... Well everything... Everything was their fault. He bid the droid goodbye and went back to his seat, sinking into the chair and gulping down his whiskey.