Post-Mission Briefing

[Rud Solus]

Post-Mission Briefing on Onderon​

They had arrived on the Audacious-class Corvette two days ago and Rud had felt uncomfortable from the start. Raz was up to something and as the ship comfortably cruised Imperial space, many of the clan raiders hadn't bothered tearing down the Imperial sigils that adorned the walls every ten meters and instead kept to the large living areas polishing and mending armor and weapons. They were itching for another fight, but their numbers were still small and it was difficult to get enough warriors awake who were skilled enough to crew the corvette optimally.

Rud shared his chambers with Leandros (@Painus), whose fanatic religious perspective on everything wasn't helping Rud's regrets and guilt that was growing over his actions on Onderon. He'd blown shrapnel into a dozen innocent bystanders merely to distract their primary target. It was effective because it made sure the target never noticed the bolt travelling in full view for three seconds before it reached him. An undistracted man would've dodged it and any other approach had seen them fighting in the Iziz streets, blasters out and no estimate of the potential casualties. The nightmares about their screams had kept him awake and unable to sleep in the past days, something leandros' snoring had kept him unawares of. Kad is gracious, Rud thought, for Leandros had a promotion coming and that meant he would get his own chambers and move out.

As he lay awake -next to Leandros' snoring- thirty minutes before their alarm would alert them to their incoming shift on the bridge, their door slid open and Beskar'gam wearing man flicked on the lights. "Wake up, verdes. Raz Alor wants you in the command room right away."

Rud sat upright immediately, clearly woke and looked indignified. "She's back!?" he startled. Raz had been off furthering the clan herself, instead of sitting around 'strategizing' like so many failing Alors did. The messenger laughed, cruelly- "-and she's not happy with you, Rud."

Kriff Rud stood up from his bed and walked over to the chair where his Imperial ensign uniform was resting on. "Onderon or Contruun?" he asked, but the messenger was already turning around. "Make sure our prophet wakes up, too. I have to go and wake up Rami, Dio and Wyatt, too."

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OOC: We'll do two rounds of waking up and making our way to the "command room" as the boss takes tequila shots.

 

[Diocletian Solus]

The mellow mournful sound of a cello filled the hallway outside the room shared by Diocletian and Wyatt. The messenger that had been sent to wake up the various Solus warriors hesitated in front of the open doorway. Dio sat on a stool behind his cello, eyes closed and the strains of Bach’s Cello suite #1 emanating from the instrument. Dio was no virtuoso but he certainly enjoyed playing and the music he was able to create was pleasing to the trained ear.

Eyes closed he was able to concentrate on creating where he usually was bent on destruction. This was where he felt most at home. He even was able to liken the flow of a battle to the flow of music as it streamed from his instrument. Years ago, this instrument had been the vehicle to meeting his now wife on Mandalor. It was a precious to him as his Beskar’gam and he cared for it like a parent cared for a child.

The messenger cleared his throat, a little overly loudly in his estimation. Dio did not stop playing, in fact he seemed completely unfazed by the presence of the messenger. Another clearing of his throat had the desired effect for the messenger as Dio opened his eyes at least, staring at the messenger. Pausing and allowing the final note to moan out of the cello, Dio let his hand holding the bow fall limply at his side as if exhausted.

“Well…” he asked the messenger, irritated and unhappy with the interruption.

“Raz Alor wants all of you in the command room right away.” said the messenger watching Dio as if expecting something. He could not believe that Dio had not jumped up and started scrambling.

Dio nodded simply and started to play his instrument again, eyes closing as he began the strains of the song once more from the beginning. The messenger cleared his throat once more. Dio stopped playing abruptly and raised his arms in exasperation “WHAT” he exclaimed, the cello neck resting against his neck.

“Raz Alor said now.” finished the messenger. At that point it became a race as the cello was lowered to the bed and a boot knife was drawn from behind a greave. The messenger thought discretion the better part of valor and the race was on; would the messenger get away or would Dio make good on the murder that was gleaming in his eyes. Stopping at the doorway to watch the messenger retreating rapidly down the hallway, Dio turned back into the room, his point made, at least in his mind. Calmly he started packing his cello before heading off to the briefing. There were some things that were just not done and one of them was certainly, interrupting Bach.

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[Leandros Solus]

Oh yeah, Raz wants to see you… maybe when you wake up... mmm


Wake up…


Wake up!​

Leandros snorted awake, a long strand of drool trailing from his mouth to the corner of his pillow. He had no idea where he was for a second, having been deep, deep in slumber for the past few hours. His brain was going every which way, desperately trying to hold onto the dream he was having, trying to figure out where he was, and wondering why the hell he was awake… Thirty minutes before his next shift?! He stared at the timepiece next to him, mouth slightly agape. There was so much sleep to be had! Why was he awake?! Who in their right mind would do this to him? Why was he being punished?


Leandros yawned hard and licked his lips a few times, spinning his eyes around to wake them up. He rubbed his face and groggily looked at Rud as the man was getting dressed. It took him a few moments to realize that he was onboard the corvette he helped steal and that, for some reason, Rud was putting on a stolen Imperial uniform. What a weirdo. Leo pushed himself up on his elbows, still confused as to why he was awake. He could not quite figure out if it was part of his dream or if it was reality that his Alor wanted to see him, but he figured it was better safe than sorry. Not like he would get in trouble for being in the command room, anyways. This was their ship.


He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and hopped down, his bare feet making a meaty impact with the stainless metal floor. The chill of it shocked Leandros into waking up sooner than he expected, adding to his grogginess. He slipped on a pair of comfortable grey sweatpants and a white tee-shirt, giving Rud a questioning look. The uniform did not look comfortable. Oh well, he had to cut the poor guy some slack. He had not been sleeping well these past few days for some reason. Leandros wondered if it was because he was still being all weird about Onderon. Or maybe Kashyyyk? He hoped his bunkmate’s hands were okay after that embarrassing malfunction.


Grabbing a bowl, spoon, little container of milk, and some generic Imperial breakfast cereal, Leandros headed out of the room and moved towards the command room. He hoped the meeting was a good thing. It was always a good time seeing Raz. Cradling all of the foodstuffs and utensils, Leo plodded down the hallway still barefoot.


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[Wyatt Kebiin-Solus]

Wyatt got up from the kitchenette in the common area after finishing his scrambled eggs; the most recent song playing in his holo-pods. Placing the bowl and fork in the sink and turning the corner return to his bunk Wyatt was in gym short and moccasins with a baseball tee that sported a red and black badger embroidered were a unit logo would sit over the heart. Coming out of the galley a frightened looking young clansmen practically ran into him before catching himself and giving the same declaration to Wyatt.

"Alor Raz want's you guys on the Onderon missions up to the bridge."

Before he turned and hurried off before giving a last look to Wyatt and Dio's bunk room. Wyatt turned his music back up after finishing listening to the message and proceeded back to his room thinking if it was anything seriously important that the others would be heading out right away. But he passed Leandros and Daniels quarters to see them getting dressed and reached his own room where Dio was casually reclined in the bunk where Wyatt stopped in the doorway, throwing his head over his should to look for any other people stirring or another messenger before returning his direction to speak.

"'Do you think this is anything to be worried about? My mission was pretty straight forward, just rig the tower and get back then we blow it and get out..."

A tone of honest confusion was in his voice as he had lowered the music in his ears again and taken one holo-pod out while he listened for Dio's response. Still propped in the doorway in the event this was life or death he watched as Leandros appeared with food in hand and bare footed, to which Wyatt decided this was not absolutely life or death yet. @Critas @Painus @Lucid @Sreeya @Ecclessey @Black Noise

 

[Daniel Solus (old)]

Daniel didn't wake instantly. He was warm and comfortable and having a wonderful dream about being a Jawa pirate. Soaring among the stars bringing justice to the bad and candy to the good. He mumbled something about astromech droids eating bears and turned over in bed. He only came fully to consciousness when the door closed with an alarming snap.

It took him a moment to realize that he was alone in the room, which he thought odd. Hadn't a couple others been sleeping a few bunks over? It took him another moment to figure out that they had probably gone somewhere. That got him moving. He sprang out of bed, wearing nothing but his undies and bolted out the door just in time to see Leandros' form retreat around a corner into a passage that would lead to the command areas.

Softly, he padded behind Leandros, almost sneaking--though not fully sure why--his bare feet not making any noise on the cold floor and followed him up to the command area. When he got there he saw everyone else standing around outside.

"Hi guys! What's going on?!" He greeted everyone in his usual cheerful manner. It still hadn't dawned on him that he was basically naked.


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[Rud Solus]

Rud couldn't believe his eyes. "Leandros (@Painus) go get dressed for duty-" he turned to Daniel (@Lucid), looked at him for two seconds and shook his head, before continuing to Wyatt (@Rimrald). "-our Alor summons us and you all show up to a command room like this!?" Perhaps Raz would tell him to unwind a little, although he doubt it considering he had a -very- good feeling he knew what this meeting was going to be about. His act of terrorism and the team's oblivious lack of punishment for it.

"We're supposed to look like Imperials when we're on the bridge," he said turning back to Leandros, "and we got bridge duty in twenty minutes." Kriffing kes. Then to believe that the oblivious fanatic was less than a stone's throw away from getting promoted to rally master. It wasn't as if the Imperial Ensign uniform was something Rud would wear leisurely when he wasn't on duty and just chilling in the common areas polishing his armor or disassembling and assembling his weapons for the twentieth guilt-ridden time. "Get changed. Now."

He didn't care that some of these warriors had more prestige in the clan or the Mandalorian people in general. They were going to respect the Alor by showing up in respectable attire or they'd show up bloodied and Raz would have something more to yell to him about. "Stop treating this war as if it's a game you played when you were four." There it was. This is the reason they call him "Badger Three," all serious and without any fun like "Little "Rocket" Badger or "Angry Badger." Rud Solus was fighting a war and sometimes it felt like he was the only one that realized it.

 

[Diocletian Solus]

Diocletian wandered into the briefing room just as Rud finished shouting at the other Badgers assembled there. He paused at the doorway and let the shouting play out, it was never a good idea to interrupt someone who was rolling like this and Mama Solus didn’t raise no fool. He leaned against the bulkhead, he had put his beskar’gam on but was minus the helmet that he had been patching up. He had obtained some new plasteel and it was on the drying rack.

"Stop treating this war as if it's a game you played when you were four." finished Rud.

After this statement, silence seemed to hang in the air for a few moments. He let it sit a minute and then wandered into the briefing room. He was not late by any means as the boss wasn’t there yet, but he was the last one to arrive. Taking in the room in a glance, he saw what Rud was on about. There was something to be said for warriors being relaxed enough around each other to dress down as it were, but they had been summoned by their alor. He frowned but didn’t say anything, this was not his fight and he could say plenty with just his disapproving look.

Finding a chair in the back of the room he just offhandedly said, “I think Raz Alor is a little delayed, if I were out of uniform, I think I’d rather be late than out of uniform. Especially if my vod could explain where I was.” He picked up a data pad and started thumbing through news feeds as it all if it were none of his concern, which it wasn’t.

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[Wyatt Kebiin-Solus]

Wyatt stood with hands in his pockets, listening to Rud prattle on while in his imperial getup, and then Dio's half agreement half pot stir addition.

"Look, I can count on one hand the amount of times we've been in port since we got this thing. I order a new bodysuit every month because they smell like a corpse lives in them we are in kit so Kad damn much Rud. I'll change for my shift when im on the bridge like we all do, but she didn't tell us to come in our Beskar so most of us didnt."

He completed his remarks side eyeing Dio with a confused look and then glanced at Daniel.

"I'll fight this galactic war in gym shorts if I have to. But Danny at least put pants on or shorts, underwear is a weird flex my man."

Wyatt said before propping himself against a wall and folding his arms turning his holo-pods back up and keeping an eye open for anyone addressing him directly.

 

[Leandros Solus]

Leandros poured his milk, then poured his cereal, letting Rud speak his piece. The man was angry; that was understandable. He let him finish, offering up a short "Bic cuyir a geroya,” as he swirled the cereal around with his spoon, not eating it. He was still standing and looked at Rud, continuing, ”Tion'tuur solus hibirar at mar'eyir meg val or'parguur bal meg geriuvida etid asas nuh'la, nuhunla,” he said, walking over to the man. ”Gar ru shi kaplyr gar g'ehy'a, gar ganar weaponized bic.” He placed a hand on the man’s shoulder, squeezing gently, ”Lighten up, my friend.” He said this final bit in Basic, punctuating it with a smile.

It takes three-and-a-half minutes to put on the uniform. The walk back to the bunkroom was maybe thirty seconds, less if he hurried. In all, it would take only a few minutes to get changed and to report back to the command room where their Alor had summoned them. With twenty minutes until their shift, he had plenty of time to change. He turned to leave the room to do just that, bumping into the half-naked Dan. ”Narir bathas tahla'ada drakr bat. Gar jivaor emuurir utreekov.” He shoved the man back in the direction he came from, heading that way himself. The trip to his room took about as long as he predicted, and he began swapping out his comfort clothes for the uniform.

Once done, he made the trip back, now in his shiny, pressed Imperial uniform. He hated wearing it. It felt wrong, but they needed to keep up the façade. He walked into the room, motioning to himself. ”Jate'shya? Su tecijade be ca'nara. Jii akaan liser slanar bat.” He walked back towards his cereal to eat his breakfast.

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[Raz Solus]

Raz was watching the media coverage of the attacks on Onderon, especially as they had made no efforts to hide who they were. She watched all the crying and the screaming, mostly from interviews with civilians. She hated seeing all of it, and it reminded her all too much of her own losses. She had seen Imperials cut down her people and it had brought back familiar feelings she didn’t want to experience again.

She had asked them to assemble in the command room, but she knew half of them would take their time and a few would be entirely clueless about everything. Raz switched off the feed about the attack, finally making her way to greet the others. She was adorned in a black Imperial officer uniform, even wearing the cap. She felt naked without her armor, and this would be one of the rare times the others actually saw her face.

Raz strode into the room, spotting them all. She looked at them and nodded, “Thanks for com-“ She paused to look at Daniel, quirking an eyebrow, “Nice,” Raz reached for the very illegal gun she had on her and tossed it to him, conveniently hitting him right in the crotch with only his cartoon undies to block it, “Got you a present, Dope” She then looked at Wyatt, rolling her eyes at his shorts, “For kriff's sake, guys. Anyway, thanks for coming. I’ll get right to the point. I’m not happy about the civilian casualties on Onderon. We’re not terrorists, and we’ll never rally support as long as we appear that way. If we’re no different than Sith, we’ll make more enemies than friends.”

She began to pace as she spoke, “I’m planning to go meet with a ….Commander of sorts. Apparently he works with some soldiers that intend to fight the Sith," She purposely left out the Jedi part for now. Bit by bit was the way to do it, "This alliance could prove beneficial for us, but we need to clean up our act first. Even convincing other clans to join us will be difficult if we butcher civilians. I’m not happy about what happened on Iziz, and I don’t want to make monsters out of any of you.”

Her face fell and she looked down at the ground, “It’s my fault really…I didn’t provide the right guidance on how we should operate. Just….let’s not let it happen again.”

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[Daniel Solus (old)]

His cheeky underpants were no defense against the weapon chucked so unceremoniously at his delicate parts. He caught the pistol but it wasn't enough. Though he had the pistol in his hand, the recoil from catching it flung his fist backwards and into something soft and lumpy. It was enough to knock the wind out of him and double him over.

For a moment he looked even more ridiculous, doubled over with one hand on his testes and the other wrapped around a highly illegal violator pistol all framed around his Super Jawa Squad undies. Super Jawa Squad had failed him! I'll never live this down, he thought to himself as he chocked, trying to catch his breath. Finally he managed to breath and stood straight again, though his face was a bit flushed and his eyes were watering.

He managed to catch the last bit of Raz's speech and he wholeheartedly agreed. Civilian deaths were an unavoidable consequence of battle, sometimes but to go seeking them out was against everything Daniel believed was right. Checking to make sure the safety was firmly on he tucked the pistol into the wasteband of his underwear and addressed the group. It didn't occur to him that maybe he looked far to silly for anything he said to be taken seriously.

"No matter what we do, he said suddenly serious, "the Empire will always try to make us look bad. And no matter what we hit or attack, they will be successful in painting us that way. We can only make sure that our targets are important to the war and not just random. If we have a plan then it becomes strategic, if we just go looking for trouble or simply to make people scared of us, we are no better than them."

He looked at Raz directly, his eyes intent and alight with surprising insight. "It's not your fault. It's ours...we need to be better than them and that's on us to do. There will be battles and there will be death, but we have to own that and make sure that we are not bringing the same sort of pain to the people of the Empire that they brought to ours."

He thought about turning to go put on more clothes but decided that, in the end, Super Jawa Squad undies and an illegal weapon was a look he could get behind.

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[Leandros Solus]

Leandros sat down, his pressed Imperial uniform crinkling slightly at the disturbance. It fit him quite well, but left little room to maneuver and he felt quite naked, but it kept up appearances behind enemy lines. That is what mattered. He scooped up his cereal, spooning the generic, flavorless flakes into his mouth. Wow, these Imperials really hated their personnel. This cereal tasted like depression and weakness. It needed some sugar. A lot of sugar, actually.

As he shoveled food into his mouth, Raz walked in. She was dressed immaculately in the Imperial uniform she had to wear, though she looked horribly out of place in it. She belonged in their beskar’gam; they all did. This was not what they wore usually. Leandros stopped eating as she walked in, a small dribble of milk trailing from his lip as he rested the spoon in the bowl of Sad Flakes.

Her words rang true and struck home; they did mess up – big time – on Onderon. They were there to kill one man, the Governor, loot, and get out. What had actually happened was far different. People died, innocent people, and their deaths weighed on Rud’s mind. Leandros did not lose sleep over it – it was the doctrine of double effect. They did not intend for civilian death, but it happened, and their main goal far outweighed the accident. Rud lost many nights of sleep, and Leandros tried his best to comfort the man, though he was unsure of the results.

Raz blamed herself for their failings. That was not right – she was not there. Leandros spoke up at the same time as Dan, his voice firm and grave, ”No.” He looked at those gathered, the ones supposedly responsible for the senseless deaths. He turned his attention to Raz, focusing entirely on her. ”This is my fault,” he said, after Dan spoke his piece. The boy meant well, but he was not directly responsible for civilian death. ”You were not there, none of you were. It was my plan to decimate the civilian populace to provide us a distraction to kill Tark,” he said, panning his gaze between all of those assembled. ”The comms tower team, you killed few innocents. It was me,” he said, placing a hand on his chest, ”That consigned dozens to death so that we may accomplish our goal. Rud simply obeyed.”

He looked at Rud, his eyes pleading with the man for forgiveness, though his facial expressions betrayed little. ”I alone carry the burden of our clan for the deaths of those who did not deserve to die,” he said, looking back at Raz, ”This is not your fault. It is mine. We will redeem ourselves. For you.” He finished, still looking into Raz's eyes.

His voice was penitent, like a man truly sorry for his crimes. Whether or not it was his fault was not up to debate, Leandros accepted the burden of the sins committed himself. He alone would repent for them, allowing his brothers to continue on, knowing someone, somewhere, would atone for their crimes.

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[Rud Solus]

Rud felt the words sting but not those uttered by Raz and Daniel, who merely repeated the voices in his own head, no it were Leandros' words that stung him. He was taking responsibility for Rud's actions, as if he was his guardian and supervisor. Rud wasn't a child or a dim-witted man who couldn't think for himself. His burdens were his own to bear and he would not let the fanatic get away with claiming responsibility for Rud's massacre of innocent people. No matter the prestige Leandros held among the Mandalorian people or the rank he had obtained. "Enough, Leandros-" Rud's voice was laced with penned up rage he had a hard time repressing. Not a rage against Leandros, even the fanatic would be able to see that, but the rage he felt towards himself. The rage and guilt over giving Onderon their own Medriaas. "-your plan was for me to create a distraction. I alone decided to create one by throwing a frag grenade into a crowd." He was clearly torn up about it and no matter how pristine his facade as a fake Imperial ensign had been, the bags under his eyes and the paleness of his skin was suddenly unmistaken in the bright artificial lights of the command room.

His hands clenched into fists, "I failed you-" he didn't dare to look at Raz directly, "-the clan and our people." his body language betrayed some form of desperation, "Yet you all decide to blame yourselves. That kind of honorable statement I do not deserve." He had been reluctant to join the war and had others decide his point of view, but he would not need them to do so any longer. He knew he would follow all three to the grave. Not because they shared his last name as members of the same clan and not because they were on the same side of a war where the odds of winning were so incredibly slim. He would do so simply because they were his family. "but-" his voice was losing some of the anger, "-I will not fail you again and I will with deeds on the battlefield try to make up for the damage I've caused."

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[Wyatt Kebiin-Solus]

Wyatt sat listening to the conversation, getting the first piece of the pie as to why they'd been assembled. Now he knew the colossal shit storm the other team had caused and why the word 'terrorist' had been so easily associated with the business on Onderon, he'd removed his holo-pods before standing from the back of the room only Dio would be farther back than him as Dio was still in the doorway last he saw.

He waited for everyone to finish their pieces before clearing his throat and putting his hands in his pockets, clearly uncomfortable trying to command the rooms attention with his Alor present; but he would begin to speak meeting her eyes for approval or the indication to stop. "None of us had any skin in this game six or seven months ago. Rud you were a craftsman(@Ecclessey), Leandros you were a farmer's child who ran into a bad way(@Painus), Daniel took work where he could as a mercenary(@Lucid) and Raz was hunting bounty(@Sreeya)... Dio was raised in a brothel and took to enforcing for the hutts(@Critas), I inspected cargo in a space port-" Wyatt said as he paced the area between the chairs in the bridge looking quickly to everyone as he talked about their pasts. "-Not a single one of us is or was a career soldier doing the kinds of things we're doing until now, so how could you be expected to make the right call in the moment?" He continued returning in the direction of his seat feeling like he was coming to the end of his allotted time but offering one more piece "-But we know what to do now, and hopefully we've learned, plus the Imperials will use anything we do to paint us like terrorists."

Wyatt finished as he lowered himself into his seat and swiveled to face Raz before putting his feet up on the console. He huffed as he exhaled while his mind raced flashing back to Medriaas and the Sith they'd engaged on both Taris and Manaan and the things he'd done in Kuati space. "I trust every single one of you to make the right call, we've experienced so much since then." Wyatt finished his hopefully motivating and rallying words with a reddened face caused by a mix of anger and love for his clansmen.

 

[Diocletian Solus]

Diocletian had been sitting in the back of the room, listening to the conversation. This was certainly not the first time he had his a@@ chewed. Nor was it the first time the following conversation devolved into an argument. It was the usual state of events and it often devolved into a faux town hall session or as the soldier usually referred to it, a bitch session.

Dio had stood when Raz entered the room as was proper and then sat back down as she began to speak. The dressing down was not a bad as he had experienced in the past nor as bad as he would probably receive in the future. The backwards blame game where Leandros and Rud tried to claim guilt was interesting. They both had good points, but neither should accept all the blame in Dio’s mind

He had started to speak just as Wyatt stood and spoke. Slumping back into his seat he listened as Wyatt brought the room back together. He smiled, nodding to the words and sentiment that his clan brother was putting out there. He saw his passion and did not want to interrupt the speech. After Wyatt had finished, Dio stood and placed his hand on his clan brother’s shoulder. It was a simple show of support and thanks as he took up the torch.

“We have all fought and bled together brothers. Never once did we question each other or second guess our decisions. We acted as we thought we should, and I will not apologize for that. Nor will I assign blame to any one person. We are a clan, our actions reflect on the clan, poor or positive.” He paused to walk over to Leandros and Rud and placed that same supporting hand on each of their shoulders.

“When someone sees the red of clan Solus, the do not see the person, they see the clan. We too see the clan and accept our brothers and sisters’ weight as if it were our own. We wear the armor to honor those that came before and ensure there will be others to follow behind.”

He paused again and patted both soldiers, another show of support. “The galaxy sees the armor, not the men and women inside. Only we know the worth of those who wear the beskar’gam. But men and women they are. Mistakes were made but we share that weight along with the weight of our battle victories. One may be lighter than the other but both we learn from.”

Looking over at Dan, “And although we may wear our jawa underwear backwards.” He points to Dan and smiles, “The hole goes in the front big guy.” Then turns to Raz and stands proudly, “There is not one of you I would not choose to go to war with again, had I had to do it all again.”

With one last smile he turned to the room and finished, “I can tell you that our efforts are appreciated at home. We have all been invited to my home, by my wife, for a celebration in our honor. There is no particular reason for the celebration, our families and clan back on Mandalor just want to show their support for all we do.” Turning back to face Raz he raised his hands in a questioning gesture, “Whats the word boss? Is it time we party?”

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