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@Sangga : Kyllan secured his weapon after a quick survey of the area revealed no further beasts encroaching on their position now that they had successfully slain their entire number. The pistols slapped against the magnetic plates on his thighs after he reloaded their energy cells. The Mandolorian captain strode over to the other two men to begin dragging away the corpse of the beast that had nearly crushed Hart. "You're right, but we also need a place to hang our hats, kick up our feet and not worry about whether or not someone's going to come through the door blasters blazing. We need a haven. The more remote, the simpler it is to lay low." Having said his peace for the moment he set about clearing the whole area of the dead fauna and begin to set up emplacements and bulwarks around the two ships.
@Kaylon Neroka : Having been singularly focused on ensuring their safety while they were here, or as much and Mandolorianly possible, Kyllan had yet to really introduce himself to Hart's contact. Perched atop the Entendre one leg draped over the side of the hull as he stood watch Kyllan would call to Neroka to come over for a brief moment. "Apologies for not having made any introductions for the last few days. I wanted to make sure this place was as fortified as I could make it on such short notice. I know the old codger has a tendency to give nicknames to everyone he meets. The name's Kyllan." After the introduction he gave the man a brief nod of his head. "From what I can see, you and Hart have a less than close relationship. That's your business. Not my place to pry. You ever raise a weapon to anyone in our crew again and I won't miss." The Mandolorian's voice was a bit cold, even more so through the modulation of the signature T-visor's speaker. "There's some ale and Alderaanian wine in the galley. Help yourself." He said a breath later, the coldness in his voice replaced by a more relaxed tone.
@Pippa Rhute : Despite their still recent joining as a crew and given his strengths it was no surprise that Kyllan had more or less become the one in charge of their security and protection overall. As well as training for their entire motley band of misfit scoundrels. In fact, he took a bit of pride in instructing the others in how to more ably defend themselves when the proverbial defecate hit the oscillating turbine. Kyllan's helmet rested upon the top of one of the bulwarks he'd set in place around their temporary port. An understanding and reassuring smile curled the corners of his mouth. "Because you're too impatient Pip. You're not compensating for your body's natural imbalance. Unless you have no choice, always brace yourself before you fire." Kyllan stepped closer and drew a blaster from his right thigh, facing the makeshift target he held the weapon aloft, his left hand placed beneath the right, but of the pistol cradled in his left palm. "Try firing like this." One brief squeeze of the trigger later, a discharge and the target had a large hole burned into the center from the high powered weapon. He then dropped to one knee, still holding it the same way, yet with his left elbow braced against his left thigh. Once more he fired and once more he hit dead center. "It'll take time, but you'll get it." He reassured her softly.
@Frannykins87 : It was easy to lose track of time in the midst of this jungle, away from civilization. Especially when he found himself in Alisha's company. In the midst of their regular training session he watched as her, arms crossed over his chest plate. The cheerful mechanic had improved quite a bit since their first impromptu training aboard the Entendre during their initial time together. When she turned to him, grinning like a Loth Cat, he couldn't help but match her grin a bit as her exuberance was infectious. The Mandolorian stood just behind her and to the side a bit to observe her progress, so when she made that bubbly query, he moved one step closer. Leaning towards her with an intense gaze, the same he had the first time they kissed. Except he canted his head slightly at the last moment and planted a brief, yet tender kiss upon her cheek. "How's that?" Kyllan drew back, a grin and a wink given to her. "Hit the dead center of the target and I promise to take your breath away." There was a similar sparkle in his eyes as he looked at her, and a fierce tenderness as well.
@Kaylon Neroka : Having been singularly focused on ensuring their safety while they were here, or as much and Mandolorianly possible, Kyllan had yet to really introduce himself to Hart's contact. Perched atop the Entendre one leg draped over the side of the hull as he stood watch Kyllan would call to Neroka to come over for a brief moment. "Apologies for not having made any introductions for the last few days. I wanted to make sure this place was as fortified as I could make it on such short notice. I know the old codger has a tendency to give nicknames to everyone he meets. The name's Kyllan." After the introduction he gave the man a brief nod of his head. "From what I can see, you and Hart have a less than close relationship. That's your business. Not my place to pry. You ever raise a weapon to anyone in our crew again and I won't miss." The Mandolorian's voice was a bit cold, even more so through the modulation of the signature T-visor's speaker. "There's some ale and Alderaanian wine in the galley. Help yourself." He said a breath later, the coldness in his voice replaced by a more relaxed tone.
@Pippa Rhute : Despite their still recent joining as a crew and given his strengths it was no surprise that Kyllan had more or less become the one in charge of their security and protection overall. As well as training for their entire motley band of misfit scoundrels. In fact, he took a bit of pride in instructing the others in how to more ably defend themselves when the proverbial defecate hit the oscillating turbine. Kyllan's helmet rested upon the top of one of the bulwarks he'd set in place around their temporary port. An understanding and reassuring smile curled the corners of his mouth. "Because you're too impatient Pip. You're not compensating for your body's natural imbalance. Unless you have no choice, always brace yourself before you fire." Kyllan stepped closer and drew a blaster from his right thigh, facing the makeshift target he held the weapon aloft, his left hand placed beneath the right, but of the pistol cradled in his left palm. "Try firing like this." One brief squeeze of the trigger later, a discharge and the target had a large hole burned into the center from the high powered weapon. He then dropped to one knee, still holding it the same way, yet with his left elbow braced against his left thigh. Once more he fired and once more he hit dead center. "It'll take time, but you'll get it." He reassured her softly.
@Frannykins87 : It was easy to lose track of time in the midst of this jungle, away from civilization. Especially when he found himself in Alisha's company. In the midst of their regular training session he watched as her, arms crossed over his chest plate. The cheerful mechanic had improved quite a bit since their first impromptu training aboard the Entendre during their initial time together. When she turned to him, grinning like a Loth Cat, he couldn't help but match her grin a bit as her exuberance was infectious. The Mandolorian stood just behind her and to the side a bit to observe her progress, so when she made that bubbly query, he moved one step closer. Leaning towards her with an intense gaze, the same he had the first time they kissed. Except he canted his head slightly at the last moment and planted a brief, yet tender kiss upon her cheek. "How's that?" Kyllan drew back, a grin and a wink given to her. "Hit the dead center of the target and I promise to take your breath away." There was a similar sparkle in his eyes as he looked at her, and a fierce tenderness as well.