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[Kotii Solus]

Spoiler: Music

The male Mandalorian could not help but widden his grin at seeing the slightest hints of Mysha's body language. It was not the type of small things worth mentioning. Kotii did not know her very well. But that was the point, getting to know Mysha more.

When she began stating the Alor still needed to pay he just chuckled. The badger had been intending on paying fully from the start. Kotii concluded the artificer assumed that he was trying to lower the cost. <"Credits aren't an issue.">

Kotii took the rest of the time to examine the craftsmanship on either arm. His hands ran over the cooled and repainted surface on his forearm. The man thought back to how integral his beskar'gam was to him and valued the attention to detail the Kelborn artisan gave them.

Without any recommendation, Kotii took her words to mean she wanted to break open the bottle on his ship. Cocking an eyebrow behind his visor, a slight bit of surprise was hidden by his crimson helmet. But all the same the Mandalorian was accepting her answer happily and he knew he was the last customer of the Armor's for the day. With her tools stowed, Kotii would lead the way back to the Werda Kom'rk.

The streets of Arumorut were a little less active than when the badger had first set down. There were a few Mandalorians perhaps that noticed the two. But the warriors were not uncommon in these parts. It was more the fact the two of them were in full armor which was a rare sight.

The two vertical wings of the landed Kom'rk class transport rose into the sky. The sigil of House Solus in similar colors was a bit worn but still showed clearly emlazoned on both wings of the ship. Kotii made a mental note to reapply the sigils and add a few kill marks from collected bounties in recent weeks.

"Let's see..." He muttered to himself as his head scanned the interior. "...yup." He said and walked over to one of the coded armory cabinets. Punching in a quick code, the doors opened and showed a plethora of weapons and ordnance the Alor used from time to time. But he ignored the blasters and blades and instead grabbed the Tihaar bottle by the neck and turned to show the label to Mysha. He also could appreciate pouring his own drinks. The label was not a fresh one and indicated how old the spirit was, some of the letters were faded slightly but could still be read clearly enough. In both aurebesh, huttese and Mando'a, the label said 'Red Right Hand Reserve'. Now he just needed to find some straws and glasses.

@Killa Ree

 

[Mysha Kelborn]

She felt her face flush deeper when he said credits weren't going to be an issue; of course not. Otherwise, why would he bother? But she wanted to kick herself for implying he would stoop that low. Alor or not, it was rude of her. She knew she ought to apologize, to say something, but... instead she merely followed him out.

Thankfully, he hadn't insisted they go to any bars or cantinas. Though she didn't mind the occasional fruity drink, she was less fond of aruetii trying to get a glimpse of her under her helm while she sipped on a straw, or worse, start asking the many dull, banal questions all foreigners did. It might have seemed strange to request drinking on his ship, but the reason was twofold. First, to see how the other half literally lived, and the other, to drink in private. She didn't want to share tonight.

Keeping an easy pace with him, she liked that he didn't talk or ask a million and one questions about her profession while they walked. It was also nice he kept a steady walking pace; many seemed to slow down when she walked with them, which annoyed. If they were going to a place, they were going. There were no ifs or ands about it.

For a moment, she admired his ship, head tilted to better look at the Solus insignia before following after him. Seeing his armory, she had to smile. Their kind might have many ways of life, but one thing remained the same; weapons were a kind of religion, and this was definitely an altar. Nodding once in approval at the bottle, she hummed at the name. <<Red Hand... family heirloom?>> She crossed her arms beneath her bust, watching him move. She would have helped in getting glasses, but she wasn't comfortable rooting around in someone else's ship.

@Darasuum

 

[Kotii Solus]

Small talk was not the way to get a Mandalorian. As one himself, Kotii knew this but he also was not a wordy individual. For some people silence was awkward but the badger was comfortable with it. Though it may have to do with Mysha being his company. She spoke possibly less than the Alor. He had only just started being more vocal due to the position within his House. For Kotii words could come easy but ultimately it was the actions that spoke to a person's character.

The black and red armored host watched out of the corner of his eye as his relatively plain armored date scrutinized his ship. The Kelborn did not voice an opinion but he hoped it was not bad. The kom'rk class transport was not the most comfortable to live out of for long periods but worked well for him coming and going from Mandalorian space.

Not taking the bottle from him, he looked at the label again after her comment. <"Something like that. My parents visited some Kelborn warriors on Concordia when I was young one. Apparently it's about a thousand years old."> He was not entirely sure if he believed the Tihaar had survived millenia. But it was with looking at that bottle his father had told him some stories of the Kelborn clan. Even so, Kotii peeled the seal off the bottle to open it. A satisfying pop came from the bottle as the cork was removed.

<"I hope you're not expecting me to have ice."> He joked and moved around the interior of the ship to continue looking for glasses or something to put the alcohol in. Most straight alcohol the badger drank was consumed neat because of course he did. Kotii had standards for class. That did not stop him from enjoying sweet drinks through straws. Too bad the multi-role starfighter did not come equiped with a stocked bar or kitchen. Even light freighters had amenities the Mandalorian workhorse ship lacked. When he was starting to think he would have to use two partially crafted pipe bombs into drinking cups he saw a more ideal option. Grabbing two clean camping cups, Kotii poured a few fingers of the liquor in each and handed one to the Kelborn woman. First the cup was offered and followed by a spare straw. <"So...Mysha...what shall we drink to?">

His cup came under where the tip of chin would be and an audible inhale came from Kotii as he smelled the alcohol. It was potent and the man could have probably sold the bottle to get a decent ship if he had wanted to. But like other Mandalorian creations it was best enjoyed by their people. The Tihaar was only part of the reason Kotii was enjoying himself though. It was always better to drink with company. The man waited to see if Mysha had a toast in mind before tasting the drink.

@Killa Ree

 

[Mysha Kelborn]

Kotii was someone she could easily see herself being comfortable around. He didn't ask questions or push for answers; she had met Alors of clans before, and more often than not she wasn't impressed by their leadership. A man like him asked for respect without outwardly demanding it. She knew she had been a bit harsh to judgement before, but by now it was habit. She had been so used to not talking, that to find conversation was more difficult than she could remember. Thankfully, he didn't seem to take offense to her lack of speech. Still, at his mention of her clan, her head tilted up sharply, and she couldn't help the quiet intake of breath. <<I know it's rational that there would be others of my clan... but even if it was a while ago, I'm glad to hear there are others,>> she spoke up, a smile evident in her voice.

She chuckled once, a brief sound at his mention of doubting it could be a millennia old. She also doubted it, but... then again, there were stranger things in the galaxy. Space wizards that burned worlds. A virus, and a cure. Tales of angels and starweirds populating the voids of space. There were always stranger things. Taking the cup, she wasn't fazed it was a camping cup; in the Cobalt Dancer, she was pretty sure she had similar stock. She just didn't have time for too many luxuries. Taking the straw as well, she paused when he asked about a toast.

Cocking her head, a low hum slipped past her lips, her other hand perching on her hip for a moment as she eyed him. <<To an interesting night,>> came her reply, and even though he couldn't see her expression, she quirked her lips in a brief smirk, putting the straw in the cup before taking a sip.

Kad.

The stuff was strong enough to probably peel the new paint off his vambraces, but it burned good. She couldn't remember the last time she had anything decent to drink... but then she cocked her head at him, hand still on her hip.

<<And what about you, Kotii?>> Her own voice spoke up, a reference to him calling her by her name... again. <<What do you think we should toast to?>>

@Darasuum

 

[Kotii Solus]

Many things had changed with time and were distinctly different from the stories from past generations. Mandalorian Houses in all their glory used to be mighty and many. The clans, the families and everyone in between knew the dream of prosperity. Their ancestors had earned it and lost it as well as have their freedoms taken from them. Kotii looked to the past as a learning experience.

Everyone made mistakes and there was a time when the apex predator was removed from the top of the food chain or hunted for their threatening nature. That was what the Empire had done during the great purge which led to the scattering of Clans and estrangement of their people. Even House Solus was not immune to being disconnected from the rest of their greater family. The isolationist mindset had kept them alive but also cut off until recently. As the new Alor of the House, it was Kotii's goal to unite them all as best he could. <"I feel the same."> His own voice clearly mirroring her happy tone. Finding even a single fellow Mandalorian, regardless of their clan felt like a gift from the forgotten gods of Mandalore.

With little else to look at, Kotii found himself watching Mysha as she gave her toast. Behind the visor his eyes transfixed on the armorer across from him. His head gave a nod at her toast and took a sip. The red and black armored man tasted the potent liquor through the straw and enjoyed the burn as it traveled from his mouth down to his chest and then his stomach. He let out a breath inside his helmet at how strong the drink was, taking a moment to not sound hoarse as he replied. Clearing his throat and adding a bit more Tihaar to his own glass and the Kelborn woman he thought of what the second drink should be toasted to. <" *ahem* ... To those that came before, and those to come, to those that never will. To the 'right stuff'."> His glass and helmet both tilted in a slight bow to Mysha. After the second drink, the badger knew he was going to be getting drunk faster than he normally did. A slight chuckle came from Kotii knowing his tone had changed a little after the first drink.

<"Have you been to Mandalore before or visited Mandalorian space?"> Many Mandalorians had heard of the war torn system. Only recently had more activity has been observed in that area. But for the most part, a pilgrimage to their Manda'yaim was a trip many went their whole life without taking. There were other worlds too but Vlemoth Port was a good way away. This was the man's way of trying to get to know woman more. Small talk was not something Kotii did, but genuine conversation to get to know Mysha more was something he did.

@Killa Ree

 

[Mysha Kelborn]

She couldn't help but chuckle once hearing his exhale after the first drink. Many aruetii loved to claim their drinks were strong, but if it was actually a good, clean Mandalorian brew, they had no idea. She missed her father's cooking sometimes; she could imitate it, but some of the recipes he handed down were hard to follow. Tasting the brew, feeling its' heat spread from her chest to her cheeks and ears... it was almost nostalgic. But at his own toast, she grinned beneath her helmet, nodding once.

Taking another sip, she savored the warmth and flavors. An odd thing, many would claim that such drinks didn't have subtleties, didn't have undernotes of something lurking in the brew, but it was getting to her head faster than she would like to admit. Perhaps I should have brought something to eat if he does that sort of thing around others, she speculated to herself, allowing her gaze to pan around his space once more absently. At his question, she cocked her head subtly, then nodded once.

<<I have been to Mandalorian space, but it's been a long time. My father... took his pilgrimage, and myself with him, before he passed.>> It shocked her the words slipped out so easily. More shocking still, that speaking it didn't feel like barbed wire tightening across her chest. Subtly, her hand tightened on the cup, before it relaxed again. <<I want to say... a decade and a half ago, at least. I sometimes go to Concordia, or Concord Dawn if my skills are needed. But... >> She shrugged again, clearing her throat softly.

<<Less and less people follow the way. Less and less need traditional armorers like myself, so I make do with repairing outsider's things.>> Her lips pursed, and though she wouldn't admit it, there was a subtle edge of shame there. She had been raised on the glory stories of Mandalorians past; their triumphs and their conquering the stars. But she couldn't help but feel a bit bitter at the blind pride she had lived with for so long.

<<So what brings a tall, handsome Badger to this little dusty corner of space? Beyond asking for MandalMotors,>> She asked this, head still cocked slightly. But even through her tone, it was obvious she smiled. She wasn't quite teasing him but was also genuinely curious.

@Darasuum

 

[Kotii Solus]

Kotii leaned forward, placing an elbow on either knee. Setting the bottle down between them, the man would hold his drink cup with associated straw in his right, while he used the left to begin taking off his armor starting with his right knee plate. The Alor was at home as far as he was concerned and in the presence of an armorer he found attractive the man was willing to see how he could push things. It wasn't a fast process in the least. It was the equivalent of him taking of his shoes in his own house. Or, if she was maybe the mandalorian equivalent to a prude, she would think he was a harlot for showering naked.

He wasn't always sure where that mischievously flirty side came from. But it was probably for the best she couldn't see the hints of smug at the corners of his mouth. He took another sip of his drink before answering Mysha's question. <"If it turns out there's nothing then I'll at least check to see if any comrades want to come work back in Home space."> He paused before continuing, adjusting his haunches and switching the drink to his other hand before repeating the removal of the plates on his left leg. Clan Awaud used to be the next largest Clan with surviving loyal members of the Old Mandalorians. He found it a bit ironic to run into the woman who seemed to probably have come from Death Watch ancestors.

<"Good craft, hard bodies, great minds."> He listed them out one after another with three fingers before relaxing his right arm again. Taking a content breath for a moment he looked around the spartan ship's interior. It was, however, modified to accommodate brigs for his bounty hunting and two small personal suites comfortable enough for himself and a separate small cabin for two crew members to sleep. This reduced the carrying capacity of the ship but he couldn't stand sleeping up and a chair wouldn't always do. However he was also secretly hoping to commission a few designs to any good Mandalorian mind he trusted. <"Do you know much about ship building?"> His head turned back to look at the artesian of metalworking. He knew a few things that would probably surprise her in some subjects. Maybe this was one of those things.

@Killa Ree

 

[Mysha Kelborn]

She stared as he began removing plates. Thank goodness for the helmet, as heat flushed down her cheeks, neck, and chest, and her eyes widened briefly. She had had glimpses of his real build beneath the iron skin, but the body glove he wore underneath highlighted things in all the right ways. She had almost forgotten he was talking, and took a drink too soon, some of it catching the back of her throat.

Coughing once, she blinked as it burned in a less-pleasant way, only then catching that he asked a question. <<Hm?>> She asked, attempting nonchalance. Ship building. She wracked her brains, but... <<Not really. I know basic repairs. My specialty is with armor and combat weaponry.>> She fought to keep her helmet level, but it was difficult to when the person in front of you seemed sculpted from some beneficial god.

Kad, I need a cold shower.

Trying to maintain her cool and take another sip, she deliberately allowed her helmet to eye him up and down, this time actually swallowing before answering.

<<So, are we both taking things off now, or do you do this for all the armorers?>> A definite smile followed her words, her other hand resting on her thigh as she cocked her head.

@Darasuum

 

[Kotii Solus]

Kotii's head turned a little, a smirk settling on his face at hearing Mysha cough. <"You ok? How's the drink?"> He asked, though it was clear in his tone he was aware of his own physique. It was another reason Kotii had begun taking his armor off. This was what he was advertising. The Alor had said, do you like what you see, and Mysha's reaction had told him a resounding 'yes'.

Mysha did not react like an aruetii romantic either which made Kotii's smile persist even as he replied. It did however make him pause in his removal of the next plate. <"What do you mean? Are you asking me to look at your armor?"> He said coyly and took another sip of his burning drink. He did not need to stare at Mysha too much now, but that's what ended up happening. The same had happened back in her forge. They were closer now except for when she had been working on his gauntlets.

Then again maybe Mysha had asked the question to get a legitimate answer. That was fine by Kotii if that was actually what she wanted. <"I've always kept my armor on."> At least he had when it came to that. <"If we're being honest with one another, I've never actually slept with another Mandalorian."> That realization caused the Alor a pang of anxiety for a moment that swiftly departed. He wasn't in the mood to analyze it in the moment. Instead the rest of his drink was quickly finished off in rapid fashion and proceeded to cause the same chest and stomach heating sensation as before.

@Killa Ree

 

[Mysha Kelborn]

His teasing only brought on another, louder burst of coughing. Pulling the drink away, she grimaced as she tried to subdue it again. Here he was, being an absolute tease and she could do little more than gape like some awkward teen. <<Drink's fine,>> she managed out a bit more hoarsely than she intended, taking one last full pull from the straw before setting it aside.

She cleared her throat and shifted once when he mentioned looking at her armor, feeling the heat in her face burn deeper, leaning back into her seat. She could play it cool. She could be cool. This wasn't the first person flirting with her; she'd handled herself before. Shifting again to stand, she stepped closer towards him. Rested her hand over his own cybernetic one...

And tugged.

<<Feel free to take a closer look,>> she uttered out, tilting her chin up. But deep down inside, she felt a niggling of doubt. Many who tried to get past the armor couldn't look past what she had; not that she'd had many opportunities. When he mentioned never sleeping with a Mando, she winced, biting down on her lower lip. I've never slept with anyone, she wanted to reply, but it sounded stupid in her head. No. She wouldn't hesitate. If he backed down, that was cowardice. She could accept it then. But if she backed off, it was weakness.

She could handle being rejected. But instead, a low chuckle slipped past her lips as she ran her hand against his arm. <<Never with a Mando, huh? For shame, Kotii,>> came the teasing response, then stepped back again, opening up her arms. <<Again... feel free to look as close as you like.>>

A challenge. For both of them.

@Darasuum

 

[Kotii Solus]

His eyes glanced at the bottle, debating whether he should go for a third glass to calm his nerves. But before any more thought came Mysha stood up and took his dominant hand, yet artificial hand and brought it even closer to her. Kotii set his empty glass down on one of the nearby ammo crates that said *incendiary* in aurebesh along with other warning labels that came with the various munitions.

THEME​

The black gloved hand moved along the outer thigh plate of the armorer. Kotii's digits traced the edge of the thigh plate, finding the straps and bindings but didn't manage to work on them before Mysha pulled away. Now she was the one teasing him. Kotii couldn't help but purse his lips behind his visor and be amused at her playfulness.

Forcing him to stand if he wanted to reach her, the badger got up from his formly hunched posture amid removed armor pieces. The gloves he wore came off, being pulled by the tip of the digit one finger at a time. Placing them together and dropping them to one side, even less careful than the glass from earlier. The stopped when he stood only a few centimeters away from her visor, his body glove chest almost touching her armored bust.

When it came to challenges, Kotii was no slouch. Enjoying himself fully in the moment, his pale right hand covered in his natural tissue could feel different than his enhanced synthetic. <"As close as I like, eh Mysha?"> His palm wrapped gently around the edge of her bicep guard, feeling the muscles she had more clearly than the armor let on. The seductive pressure would ease as Kotii's hand moved lower to grab Mysha's hand this time and bring it to the center of his bodyglove covered chest. Maybe she wouldn't feel the body heat from him but maybe the pulse of his heartbeat. <"You can't feel as much through iron skin."> He tempted her with the thought of getting closer to skin on skin contact.

@Killa Ree

 

[Mysha Kelborn]

She didn't expect him to exactly stand and come closer. Her eyes widened when he removed his gloves, fighting the urge to give distance when he closed it again. Her pulse thundered in her throat when his hand caressed over her arm, chin still tilted slightly despite the closeness of their visors. When he guided her hand to his chest, her palm flattened over it, vaguely feeling the pulse of his own heartbeat through the thin cloth, curling her fingers slightly against it. Her other hand hovered lightly over his shoulder, before also gliding down his chest, to his hips before resting there.

She leaned up to close the gap, lightly bumping his visor with hers. Her voice was low, almost a growl. To hell with being polite. This was almost unfair. <<Then help me remove some layers,>> she replied back, then leaned her head back. With her left hand, she began undoing the chest plate first, pausing only a moment. Soon, he would see. There was more to the armorer than just her skills.

But she didn't hesitate when the first plate fell. Her other hand, the one he held to his chest, pressed against his pulse as though to keep him in place. She pulled her hand away... then began tugging off her gloves. A low chuckle slipped past her lips, when green skin showed beneath the gloves. <<Well?>>

@Darasuum

 

[Kotii Solus]

All of Kotii's attention was on Mysha. The pitch change in her tone, the subtle deepening of breathes, Mysha giving him a gentle keldabe kiss, it made Kotii's realize he could feel the reverberation of his own excited heartbeat against the Armorer's palm. <"You know the same goes for you."> The early tentativeness was giving way to more of her acceptance of these urges when she held his hips one on side.

Mysha kept him at arms length for the time being, literally. With his height advantage and position it was easier for him to reach certain parts of her armor. Hearing the Kelborn woman growl what sounded like an order, Kotii was more than happy to oblige. Starting with the vambraces, he would work his way up her arm until the various plates and hardware were removed. Armor was pragmatic first even when it came to personalization. A lot could be hidden and what the badger was seeing was hard to resist.

Wihen she brought her gloved hand away and showed a verdant skin tone the man's eyes raised behind his visor with his crimson eyes. Solus clan members were known for a history of human-centric views. But there were few who still held those xenophobic and none of them were friends of Kotii's.

She asked to see if he approved of her appearance. Kotii still had bits of his armor to take off but not as much as Mysha's heavy armor. All the same, it was a dance to get undressed smoothly amid the cargo hold of his ship. The equivalent of their clothes were already scattered and dropping them wouldn't harm the armor. Kotii kept himself from trying to rush and just enjoy this experience with Mysha. Saunter around behind the woman, he faced her back and guided her hand behind her to his hips pressed against hers for a moment while he began to take off her back armor plate. <"Does that answer your question?"> One hand pulled the unadorned backplate of the Kelborn, moving it off to the side while the other explored her hips before moving around to her front. The cybernetic hand almost dropped the backplate but caught it before it fell between the two of them. <"Shall we move to the bedroom?">

@Killa Ree

 

[Mysha Kelborn]

She had partially banked on Solus's known anthrocentricism. She hadn't banked on his choosing to continue. But even against her now bare hand, she could feel his heart racing and felt an unfamiliar heat rise at the base of her spine. When he began to remove her vambraces, she waited until they were removed to continue. It was a dance she was still figuring out the moves to; she didn't know him enough to trust him to know the moves intimately with her.

When he sauntered behind her, she stiffened for a moment, feeling his hips press against her backside. Kad, if her cheeks could get any hotter, her helm would melt off. <<Uh.>> For a moment, her mind blanked, and fingers pressed against his hip, shifting her own hips back against him. She could feel the release of the back plate, then softly cleared her throat.

<<That answers it.>>

She didn't have to answer. Instead, her bare hand reached for his own cybernetic one, and tugged, then paused, glancing at him.

<<Lead the way, badger.>>

@Darasuum

 

[Kotii Solus]

First Kotii felt the pressure of her hand, letting it wander as Mysha desired. Her palm was a lighter shade of green than the back of her hands, a feature he noticed as she pulled on his cybernetic limb. A pleased smile and murmur of agreement came from the man as he lead her to his bedroom. The door hissed open allowing him to walk in while looking at the Kelborn. He couldn't help but keep smiling underneath his helmet as he looked at her. Still alone as they had been in the cargo hold of the ship, but now leaving behind a trail of scattered armor, the two Mandalorians would enjoy each other's company more comfortably. The door to the bedroom hissed closed behind Mysha leaving the two in comfortable darkness.

---​

Sometime later, still aboard the Werda Kom'rk Kotii found himself trying to find where he had placed his armor. He picked up the glasses the two of them had been drinking with before and set them aside to clean later. Moving the crates he found the vambrace piece he was looking for. "Aha" He said and picked it up.

Affixing the armor to his forearm, the Solus continued to pick up and clean up the left over items from earlier. Mostly it had composed of stacking the plates he and Mysha had removed but the drinks and other weapons he had set out before then was still in need of attention.

Turning his helmeted head to the side, the Mandalorian looked towards the bulkhead that was shared with his private quarters. The woman that was still occupying his room for the time being was on the other side. The armor they had left outside the room was now neatly stacked by the Alor.

Kotii checked the local time and wondered if he was going to end up getting to speak with any Clan Awaud members today. The fun of meeting the Kelborn woman was time well spent. The Alor business could wait a bit longer, at least until Mysha was comfortable to leave. Then again, maybe I should just bring her along. The synthetic digits came up to the chin of his helmet and dragged his thumb along the jawline repeatedly in a rhythmic fashion. "Maybe she fell asleep." She did seem pretty worn out and after a day in the forge he wouldn't be surprised if she was counting Zs. Kotii would let her rest but be fine remaining nearby.

@Killa Ree

 

[Mysha Kelborn]

She hadn't expected to be sore afterward, but it wasn't unpleasant. Though Mysha was someone of action, who loathed the idea of being idle, for a moment she appreciated watching Kotii walk away. She could never understand why aruetii were obsessed with one's look beneath the helmet; she knew him better beneath the steel skin than any outsider would now, and for some reason that was comforting.

But she could not allow herself to become attached; her father had been stern on this rule, and she abided by it. A Kelborn traveled with their own clan; though Kotii was interesting, with his ideas and own reserve, she had only known him a day. She couldn't afford the luxury to be idle.

Sighing, she rolled back upright, pulling herself together as before. Coming out, she noted with a twitch of her lips that he had stacked her armor neatly, and picked up her gloves, beginning the process of donning on the plates herself. "She did not fall asleep," came her response, in a crisp, mildly accented Basic. "Hoping I did?" the helmet cocked slightly, as she began to don the boots, then shin plates with a quick, practiced ease.

@Darasuum

 

[Kotii Solus]

Hearing the familiar voice of the Armorer brought a slight grin to the corners of Kotii's mouth and a slight murmur of amusement. So far they had only spoken in Mando'a back and forth. "No, just thought you looked a bit tired at the end there." He said cheekily, smiling at his own humor even if she didn't think it was funny. Really he was trying to be considerate of her to let her rest after a day in the forge. But teasing just came as second nature to him.

"Actually..." He paused to switch to a slightly more serious tone. "If you're not busy I could use a buy'ce the locals might recognize. Want to join me when I talk to clan Awaud?" She could have work to do. Plus the expectation so far was fairly simple and maybe more casual from her perspective. But how she felt about him didn't worry him. Kotii felt fairly confident in his own attraction. All the same, he wanted her to say yes and to spend more time together. "I can swing by your forge later if not. Hopefully things won't get violent otherwise I'll my be spending all my credits on your services." Maybe a fight enticed her.

@Killa Ree

 

[Mysha Kelborn]

As he talked, she secured her armor plates herself. She was used to it; after a while, you never noticed how many steps it took. She didn't want to overstay her welcome; she was sure he had better things to do than to play hammer and tongs with someone from another clan. She also didn't doubt he was lacking for company when he wanted it; her lips kicked up at his mention of being tired at the end. "What can I say, I hit hard and play hard." The words slipped out almost without thinking, but she didn't stay still long enough to let it become awkward.

It was only when he asked that she come along to meet Clan Awaud, that the vambrace she was attaching almost slipped from her fingers. She managed to catch it, then stilled, her helm tilting up to regard his own posture. "Sex, then meeting Elders. I have to say, Solus, you move fast." However, she gave a one-shouldered shrug, piecing on the rest of her armor as she mulled over her answer.

"I have time. I have caught up with some of my backlog; but is that a promise, or a guarantee?" Her lips kicked into a grin, but it didn't last long.

"Just let me grab my hammer."

@Darasuum

 

[Kotii Solus]

Kotii would have offered for her to stay on the ship longer, just the two of them. But she was almost completely finished with her armor and replied with interest in joining him in the meeting. "I've been called calm...for a badger. So I guess it's a wait and see sort of situation. Try not to start any fights, please? Chances are I'll be doing that myself."

"I can walk with you back." He offered as he took a last look at his weapons locker. Otherwise he would probably just stay with the Werda Kom'rk until Mysha returned. The Python heavy blaster pistol would remain his weapon of choice on the Alor's hip. His sniper rifle wouldn't serve much purpose in a meeting with another clan's leadership. Kotii would take a vibrosword from the armory before putting its magnetic sheathing affixed it to his back.

Tad'yc Yaim Station​

Their eventual destination in orbit, Clan Awaud's refinery station. Plenty of the locals were not Mandalorian, consisting of mostly humans but then followed by Muun. The Talz of the planet mostly stayed on the surface or traveled far from the planet so the diversity was a bit lacking in the back water world compared to the hyper colorful cores. The station was simply called T'adyc station though its original name in mando'a T'adyc Yaim, meant second home. For many Mando'ade it was their first home.

The starfighter piloted by Kotii parked alongside numerous akajor shuttles and a few T-6s being outfitted with missile pods by some flight suit armored Mandalorians. Their flight suits were white and yellow with markings of red and black. They weren't Solus but he wasn't sure if they were of clan Awaud or Beroya.

"Are you much of a pilot?" He asked Mysha as he strode down the ramp of the ship. Taking in his surroundings the Alor would look towards the Armorer joining him. He didn't set a specific time, but was just deciding to drop in. Perhaps the Alor of clan Awaud was already expecting him. They would soon find out.

@Killa Ree