Ask Chandrila A Larger World

[Rodan Pierce]

As Rodan adjusted his position on the chair, the sudden acceleration spun him out of the seat and into the back wall. As he slammed into the bank of switches, one of them clicked off. Warning lights filled the cockpit.
"This is supposed to happen, right?"

 

[Rue "null" tepmuart]

She turns, looking at him, that just opened the vac, throwing well.. shit.. into space. She was lucky there was no one in the hyper lane behind her or.. well.. haha.. poor bugger..

"It's fine, you just hit the can."

She yawned

"We'll be there in about a hour, standard time. So strap in."

 

[Rodan Pierce]

"I assume you mean that figuratively, as the seat belt on the seat I was formerly occupying has been removed. Still, I will do my best to avoid falling out again."

 

[Rodan Pierce]

After a long and awkward silence in which Rodan tried to count the ship's doodads (and failed), he spoke up.
"So. What is it you Mandalorians actually do? I've seen news reports, but they never mention anything concrete."

 

[Rue "null" tepmuart]

(oh apologies, I thought I replied haha!)

"uhh what do you mean, we're just a people, religion, and creed, martial and resourceful, survivors, that's all."
she said nonchalantly, shrugging, as if being a mandalorian was the most natural thing in the world

 

[The Storyteller]

(my apologies for the late response as well, lots of rl stuff)
Rodan sat thoughtfully for a moment, trying to decide how to respond.
A light on the dashboard began blinking, and the stars reverted to individual points as the ship decelerated into the system. The light continued blinking, and several dots appeared on the scanner array.

 

[Rue "null" tepmuart]

(it's all good, take your time!)

"Okay, so what we got here?.."
She sighed, flicking a few switches for a scanner, before she stretched in her chair, placing her helmet back on.

 

[Rodan Pierce]

"I haven't seen a lot of ships, but those look Mandalorian. Are they friends of yours?"

 

[Rue "null" tepmuart]

"likely then."

she would flip on her transponder in an effort to make contact, slowing down to a more defensive speed if necessary.

"Su cuy'gar?"

 

[The Storyteller]

A stiff voice returned through the speaker.
"Gar serim. R' urcir vi? Gar jorad nakar'mir."

 

[Rue "null" tepmuart]

she sighs clearing her throat, this idiot sounded like he was speaking from a damn chalkboard, a vode probably? eh, didn't matter, she was going to show this mandalorian how a REAL native spoke, she added bits of common to fill the lack of certian words within the language, but other than that spoke well enough to do her concordian blood proud.

"my gai cuyir rue, Ni alorir te twins, im shi passing de bat a business viinir. "

she sighed once more.

"this cuyir tenn tra, di'kut, meh gar about at deny ni te staabi at Senar olar Ni Ru'kel cuyir extremely disappointed o'r ibac hut'uun guuror behavior sa bintar a fellow Mando bal sa a alor."

 

[Rodan Pierce]

Rodan listened in intently.

 

[The Storyteller]

The reply came through the comm system, intense and dangerous.
"Gar nayc guuror ner alii'joha, ni kar'taylir bic. Gar gehatyc ner ijaat. Bal gar Senar a shuk'la me'sen! Ni nayc copikla at Gev gar, a gar takisir dinuir ni nayc ashi ara be ijaat! Tsikador at urcir te Ka'ra."
"What's happening? In what are you 'extremely disappointed'? Is this about honor?"
The starships on the scanner began powering up several unfortunately labeled systems.

 

[Rue "null" tepmuart]

"Ni takisir gar intelligence thinking ibic cuyir shi a shuk'la me'sen."

She would sigh, flicking on her own systems

"Blegh, what are these kiddies.."

She would flip on her beacon, soon enough the "migrant fleet" would likely send ships over, paid to be a cheifdess!

Preparing her ship for a standoff until her lads could arrive, rue gunned it.

"Ay, Could you do me a favor and man the tail gun?"

 

[Rodan Pierce]

"You have a tail gun? Isn't that illegal in twenty-f-"
Seeing the intensity of Rue's request, Rodan headed down to the tail gun. The control system was fairly standard, and he seated himself in the turret.
"Right. Who am I aiming at?"

 

[Rue "null" tepmuart]

"oh I don't know, HOW ABOUT THE SHIPS SHOOTING AT US!?"

she called back, she was a damn good pilot, dispite only having one eye, rapidly adjusting her and rotating every so often to avoid the attacks of the idiotic mandalorians.

 

[Rodan Pierce]

Rodan scrambled back into the rear turret, noting once again the lack of a safety belt. He began firing, closing in on the weaving Mandalorian fighters. Every time he got close, however, he would slide out of his seat as Rue put the ship through another set of rolls and dives.
"I think I would be more helpful if you -"bump"- flew more carefully!"

 

[Rue "null" tepmuart]

"oh, yeah, sure ILL KRIFFING SIT HERE AND LET THEM SHOOT ME, SOUND FUN TO YOU!?"

rue yelled from her back seat.

<"what is this, your first time, big boy!?">

she spoke on coms, gliding and spinning more, she would slow her speed, doing a crescent sweep to the left as she let the ships speed past her, before locking on.

 

[The Storyteller]

As the ships swung forward, Rodan took a moment to rest and tie himself to the chair with his scarf. It would be better than nothing.
Meanwhile, the enemy captain was not amused by Rue's antics.
"Gar cuyanir ner nau besbe'trayce. A ibic ru'kir dinuir gar chaabar!"
A pair of missiles detached themselves from the lead craft and shot off to the left.