Chosen to Watch.

[Dax Rau (TL8)]

Although it was the unofficial headquarters of the Mandalorians, and thus their Crusade on the Sith Empires. Dax himself been to the base on Contruum. He was adrift when Manda'lor the Chosen found him on Nar Shaddaa and recruited. He repaid the hand up by assisting her, Dio, and Koil in liberating the planet during the uprising.

Battles later he found Cuyan Ordo, the suicidal mando. Who convinced Dax and Drace to follow him into the belly of the beast and blow the palace of Coruscant back to Andraste's empire. Ordo was a nut but him and a few others had an idea, a calling. One that Dax found to be the same as his own. With that idea Dax carved a path of death and destruction, more recently capturing Ruusan and soon enough Kessel, that seemed to have garnered the attention of Manda'lor once more.

So here he was, standing in the halls before her chambers. His white and red armor fleshly cleaned but still baring the scares of battle and the ready battered and chipped insignia of his recent rank advancement. Dax was standing at ease. Helmet off and held between his left arm and hip.

"By the gods I need a beer." He said to himself, more or less.


@Sreeya

 

[Raz Solus]

“Tell me about it,” Raz called out, but it came from behind him. He was waiting for her, but she had been wandering around, not one to stay holed up in one area for too long. She had worked with him before, and she found him to be a more than capable warrior. Raz spent most of her time these days planning new campaigns. They had nothing but victories lately, but with that came targets on their backs. Her people were infamous and everyone knew about the Mandos now. There was no more hiding in the shadows and safely being out of the way.

She came closer to him and clapped a hand on his back, “Looking sharp, Fast Two,” She had her helmet on, finally opening the doors in front of them to guide him in. Raz’s quarters were very simple - a desk and a couple cushy chairs at the edge of the room. Bits and pieces of armor were scattered in the corner, and it was clear she liked to tweak everything on her own as a hobby.

Raz took her helmet off, allowing her hair to fall to her shoulders. It wasn’t often that she had her helmet off, but she felt comfortable doing it around other Mandalorians. She sat down and invited him to take seat. She reached down and brought out a suspicious looking container, popping it open and taking a sniff, “Concord Dawn moonshine,” Raz grinned, taking a swig directly from the container and thrusting it towards him to drink.

“All right, hit me. What you got?”

@Taz

 

[Dax Rau (TL8)]

Surprise to his breath for a split second, and his right hand instinctively slide over the grip of his blaster pistol on his hip. Then he took a breath as he glanced over his shoulder to see Raz in her red iron skin. "Ma'am." he said, a little more formal then he would of liked. Quickly then, he removed his hand from the weapon and slightly turned to face her better.

She came closer, and gave Raz a warm smile. "Are you sure you're not the silent one in the clan, Ma'am." he replied. She would then open the doors and Dex allowed her to step in first and lead the way as he followed and looked around. The space as simple, much like his work space on his ship. The work area was a clutter and it made sense, a few choice weapons. He glace and the collection as they walked and was visibly impressed.

He stood again as she took her helmet off and allowed to hair to fall. It dawned on him that this was the first time he had seen her without the helmet. 'Wow', he thought and almost said aloud. She pointed him to the chair and he sat down with her, setting his helmet in the chair next to him. A question over his face as he watched Raz pull the strange looking battle out, but smiled as he smelled the shine. The smell reminded him of home, of what their enemies took from him.

Dax took the bottle from Raz's hand and smiled before taking a swig himself, letting the sweet burn roll down his throat and fill his body before taking another quick swing and handing it back.

"With your approval, I'd like to take the lead over the watch"

@Sreeya