The briefing was what he'd expected to being. Just a bunch of technical details that while interesting was a tad tedious and long winded. Nines had of course eaten it all up while Darman had of course stoically taken all of it in. Darman was odd like that. Atin waited until being properly dismissed before he headed back to the barracks to his own bunk. He looked at the comlink thinking about what he'd gone through. Across he heard Darman come in and then begin muttering Fi's serial number...oh right that Mandalorian thing.

Now Atin wasn't sure about the Mandalorian culture or at least the version that Vau subscribed too. There was just something sinister and wrong at least the way that Vau used it. He didn't exactly follow it for that fact in general. More like causally. He had a feeling he'd do it less so now that his preconceptions about the Jedi were soundly proven wrong...In fact he wanted to talk to Yona and Vokara both seemed to be knowledgeable about Mandalorian culture and he wanted to know more. He clicked on his comlink and called Vokara, he wasn't sure when he was shipping out so he figured he might as well take advantage of the opportunity.

"Jedi Healer Vokara Che," the voice answered his call. "Atin is that you?"

"Yes," he answered. "I was wondering when you guys would be available for...more questions like Jagan did...if you don't mind."

"Not at all, although I'm sorry to say that Voolvif and Yona have shipped out so it's just me now," Vokara said a slight apology in her voice. "Are you shipping out soon?"

"As far as I knew no."

"So when are you available?"

"I'm available tomorrow," Atin said. He figured that he'd give Vokara a chance to prepare or at the least time since she had a job to do as did he. "If that's amenable to you."

"Sure," Vokara said. "Where do you want to meet?"

"Um..." would the place they'd been before be a bit tacky? Probably considering the circumstances but he wasn't completely sure since his social interactions tended to be with his brothers and be military in nature...so where could they meet? Oh great now he was unsure of where to go. Why hadn't anyone told him how to socially interact now?!

You'd think that'd be essential since we're an intelligence unit...Kark now what?!

"You want me to suggest a place?" Vokara said cutting through his slight panicking. "I know of a few places in Coruscant that are nearby the barracks and are reasonably priced and fun."

"Yeah-yes," Atin said relieved that she'd taken the lead. "You got a name so I can find it?"

"How about I meet you at the front of the barracks and we can move from there?"

"That's good," Atin nodded before stopping himself realizing that she couldn't see him. Why in the name of all things sacred was he messing up like this? He wasn't supposed be flat footed like this. "I'll see you tomorrow at 1530?"

"Sure I think I can squeeze it in," Vokara said with a smile in her voice. "I'll see you then and if I get a bit busy I'll let you know."

"See you then," Atin said both relieved and happy as he turned off the comlink.

"Ner vod," Nines voice made him jump before turning to face his CO.

"Sir," He saluted him smartly. "I was just finishing a call sir. I am getting together with a comrade," he answered. He wasn't sure why he'd dodged the question but something in his gut which he'd learned to put a stake in was telling him that it wouldn't end well. So he evaded.

Nines exhaled sounding again like his former trainer...did that guy just want to copy him? "Alright," he said softly shaking his head. "Just go and..." He didn't finish instead turning and walking off without a word. Atin gave Nines a funny look as he walked away. He was going to meet someone that had been there for him and was nice to be with. What was the issue?

Okay this is just weird...maybe my get together with Vokara will be better...wait what do I say to her?!

Vokara waited at the barracks a bit earlier then intended but she did feel that it was necessary since she was readying herself to hold up the conversation since Atin was as nervous. Atin's nervousness was the be expected since she figured that he had a limited experience when it came to interacting with other people. Still it was quite...endearing in a way that he considered calling her to get together. Although she did wonder if he thought less of them due to being Jedi in light of Jagan's revelation to them.

"Sir," His voice cut through her introspection and she turned to see him approaching with a smile. "I'm glad you could come."

"It's a pleasure to be in your company," she bowed to him respectfully catching him off guard from the look on his face. Why wasn't he...Oh right Zey...What a moron.

Now that's not fair to Zey. He means well even if he's not very bright, Kaim's voice admonished her. She cringed inwardly but let it pass since she knew that she was still getting used to Kaim not being there anymore to play peacemaker and conscience to them.

"Well let's go," she said beginning to walk away from the barracks and into the main walkway. Atin quietly followed and she could feel his nervousness in the Force. She smiled before saying: "You can call me Che if that makes you feel better," Vokara assured him. "I want this to be comfortable to you so if you feel like saying sir just say Che. So have you seen the sights here?"

"Um...no...Che," Atin shook his head. "Huh...Kind of rolls off the tongue well enough."

"Your welcome, now as for those sites, I can't take you to all of them obviously but..." She smiled as an idea came to her. "We can do a little exploring. I can show some of the more local areas that aren't shown on the map if that's alright with you."

"Certainly si- I mean Che," he managed to swap the sir with the Che at the last second which meant that he was really trying despite the sir wanting to creep in. Vokara let the slip up go and instead lead the way towards a restaurant that was casual enough with smoothies...okay it was mostly because the food was good and the smoothies were something to die for. It was a nice to thing to have. Better then Qibbu's Hut...Which was an awful and painful pun for a restaurant. That fact was agreed upon by the locals who tended only to eat there if they had a no care for what went into their bodies even Dex's had more class to it and it was a grease trap as well...Like Master Kenobi who inexplicably liked greasy food despite it being awful for his health. It constantly baffled her how such a sophisticated being liked that food...Then again she was a smoothie junkie so she shouldn't talk.

"This is good," Atin commented uncertainly looking down at the menu. Vokara looked down and saw her favorites all aligned tempting her with their meaty tastes and fun textures. Still it was best to start him out on something rather mundane or at the very least basic.

"Do you want some recommendations?" She raised an eye ridge. "Because I can recommend the wrap. It's a bantha steak wrap with some vegetables with some rice. As for a drink there's a Rocris or Filzu that you could have or just water. I'm buying so you get to choose."

"I think I will do that...Thank you s-Che," he managed smiling at her. The settled into a silence which from the way Atin was squirming was uncomfortable to him. Now Vokara was trying to improve her interpersonal nature which admittedly was pretty poor especially for someone who was supposed to help out Rig Nema as healer known outside of the Temple as a nurse. She was studying to become a better one so was trying to expand her interpersonal relations...Which given she as well as her friends save for the recently deceased were very reclusive. Ah how the times had changed. The droid soon approached breaking the silence and her thoughts. They then ordered their meals from the droid that approached and flew off to fulfill them. Vokara steadied herself for more conversation.

"So," she said gently leaning back into the booth. "What is that you do with the team?"

"I'm the slicer Che," Atin said. "I work with machinery to help accomplish the mission...What do you do Che?"

"I'm a healer aka a nurse."

"So you patch up wounds and the like?"

"And take IVs and tell the doctors about things going on with the vitals of each patients."

"Surgery too?"

"I'm not a surgical nurse," Vokara shook her head her lekku shaking with Twi'lek disagreement. "I'm mostly an ER nurse and working on my grief therapy work. Ironic considering I'm Jedi I know."

"Wait so nurses don't do everything?"

"That's a common misconception...although with the idea that doctors can do everything which they can't."

"Why not?" Atin asked. "Fi..." he trailed off before continuing. Clearly talking about him was tough enough still but then again he had just passed yesterday as much as thinking of Kaim physically hurt still. "Fi was medic and he could do things. So what's the difference?"

"Well first off medic is a military term because the civilian terms is paramedics. What this means is that they can act within a protocols they can treat wound and start an IV. Doctors are the ones that make the protocol, make a diagnosis and treat a pathology. Like say...Someone has a stroke. A paramedic can make a guess what is going on, start the treatment, give out medicine and tell the hospital what is going on. A doctor is the one that orders the tests, confirms, contacts the surgeon so that they know what's going on. A nurse is the one that takes vitals, gives out medicine and does all of the busy work to make sure that the doctor can do the bigger things like dealing with the pathologies. However not all doctors are the same. There's the neurosurgeon that operates on the brain, a cardiologist who works on the heart, the EMT who knows the basics on how to keep you alive while getting to the hospital and whole host of other sub-disciplines in the medical field that make up the thousands of individuals practicing medicine."

"So...it's like being special ops, everyone is trained in the basics but there're specialties within it so that people can concentrate on the work they're assigned...Sounds...easy when you think about it. I mean you wouldn't send me in as demolitions that's...RC-1136."

"Exactly," Vokara nodded. Soon the droid brought them their drinks and she began drinking her fizzy concoction of Felzu. It was pretty good and very fruity which she liked.

"Sir...I mean Che," Atin spoke up looking from his drink. "I was wondering if you could tell me about the...Mandalorians."

"I can't say that I know much," Vokara sighed. "Yona, Master Kenobi and Master Nu are the experts on that subject. But maybe I've picked some off it up by osmosis so I can try to fill in some gaps. So fire away."

"Yes s-Che," he caught himself. "Okay...Are they all warriors?"

"No," Vokara shook her head. "There was a warrior class but not everyone was a warrior. There were artisans and other professions where a Mandalorian wouldn't even pick up a weapon."

Atin looked a bit stunned before leaning back sighing explosively. "That's...completely against what I was taught."

"I get that impression," Vokara said. "But I wonder if that means that you have a misconceptions about the Jedi along with this viewpoint of the Mandalorians."

"That they don't care for us and they're rulers that should be..."

"Wait, wait, hold on," Vokara held up her hand. "Since when?"

"Since well...the idea was you ordered us..."

"One Jedi ordered you guys and that was without authorization of the Council. Believe me we didn't just wake up one day and go: "Gee let's order an army!" That's not what happened."

"So...you aren't warmongers?"

"We're keepers of the peace," Vokara said carefully keeping her anger out since Atin was merely parroting a viewpoint of someone that either didn't know better or was a bigot. Either case it wasn't a good idea to get angry at him since he seemed to genuinely wanted to learn. "We aren't soldiers and most certainly didn't ask to go to war, the Separatists started it by attacking us when we mounted a rescue mission to save our own and a Senator from execution."

"That's...a legitimate grievance."

"It is," Vokara agreed. "Now," she continued. "I understand that there are legitimate grievances of the Outer Rim and Mid-Rim planets have with Core Worlds and the way things are run. They aren't wrong about corruption, the exploitation or the preference issues but the manner in which they went about it pales in comparison not to mention the war crimes that you yourself have seen them engage in. It devalues their arguments."

"Correct Che," Atin said straightening up. "I mean they hired mercenaries like Ghez Hokan."

"Oh...That man? Yes Yona told me about him. Evidentially he was kicked out a terrorist group for being too unstable. I and several of my colleagues legitimately think he was truly bipolar in a manic episode with a dash of sadism from what his behavior reported by others is to be believed."

"You're a psychiatrist?"

"I dabble," Vokara demurred. "Another Master named Maks Leem is the resident psychiatrist and mental health expert and she was the one that made that call."

"You've got a quite an extensive staff, Che," Atin commented.

"We're a pretty big Order...well not too big but enough that we have all kinds, mind we're not too many now..." Vokara trailed off as the thought of her Jedi brethren from Kaim to the ones lost in the arena.

"I'm sorry for your loss."

"Thank you," Vokara said thickly using the fizzy drink as cover while she gained a measure of control over herself. It just wasn't fair...Chankar Kim...all those Knights and Masters gone...She shook herself internally and returned to reality to see Atin giving her measuring look.

"What?"

"I...I didn't expect a Jedi to be...well I'm not sure of what Jedi could be. I've only met General Zey..."

She bit her tongue so her scathing criticism would escape her. It wouldn't do for her to bad mouth a fellow Jedi even if she was pretty sure that he had no business being in charge of Special Forces. Now wasn't the time or the company. With Yona and Voolvif, sure. Maybe with their commanding officers but not with him.

While she was looking forward to getting to know him badmouthing his superior however justified wasn't the way to gain his trust. It would make and she'd have to admit that it'd be a right assumption that she was petty and vindictive. Again she didn't care for Zey or for Jusik but she wasn't going to badmouth them. Not in front of Atin.

"And you..." he continued on unaware or perhaps wanting to make a point before commenting. "You aren't like anything I was taught or seen with General Zey."

"Well you could say that he's not a good representative of the Order." She choose not to mention that he was far as she knew on his way out. "Also we're not rulers. We're keepers of the peace at the service of the Senate. Not sure how ruler idea was conjured up..."

"Order up!" The droid said cheerfully placing her meal down. Vokara having worked a long shift was frankly ravenous and after quickly nodding her thanks dove into her food with a gusto. She heard a snickered noticing that Atin was looking at her with amusement.

"Wha-" she swallowed some of the food...then realized how just how rather savage she looked. She quickly put down her food and wiped her mouth rather sheepishly.

"Sorry, long shift," she said with a subdued voice. "I didn't eat breakfast...so technically this is breakfast."

"S-Che I've gone without meals too, my trainer sometimes subjected us to that," Atin said somewhat awkwardly as he began to eat.

"You trainer sounds like a bit of murglak," Vokara commented flatly taking much smaller bite of her food. Atin snorted harshly.

"That's one way to think of it," Atin agreed. "He's the one that got my troop killed in training session. The only reason he didn't lose his job was because of a time crunch but his role was gravely reduced and he was forbidden from doing that again. Still didn't stop him from finding other ways to..."

"How did that happen?" Vokara interrupted. "Sounds like something I can imagine wasn't pleasant."

"Fire exercise...he mixed in some bombs to make it more realistic...He...I think he deliberately made sure they were strong enough to injury and possibly die...which is what happened to my squad."

"And the Kaminoans allowed it?!" Vokara yelped.

"They didn't," Atin shook his head. "I mean after the first death training idea was shoot down by one of the head Kaminoans with the backing of Fett most didn't engage with that because they knew their paycheck was on the line. Some trainers, namely Vau, Priest, Reau...for some reason they thought since they all had in with Fett would got a free pass on stuff like that...They didn't and the only reason Fett didn't shoot him was because it was an accident. The ones intentionally doing that were shoot in front of their trainees." After that and another incident that I don't know the details of people fell into line. After that things were pretty much smooth until Geonosis."

"That was a mess for all involved. I'm sorry that your squad suffered that lose," Vokara with a sympathy meant.

"Sounds like you lost a bunch too...that's...Did you have their names?"

"Yes they're names are written why?"

"There's...there's a tradition Che among Mandalorians that I've heard of that if one recites the names of the dead it's a way of honoring them...and I want to do that."

"Two hundred Jedi is a long list," Vokara commented as she drank another sip of her fizzy. "But I can arrange it."

"Thank you Che," Atin said.

"My pleasure now let's eat. Your food is going to get cold and I have more to show you. We can talk more along the way," Vokara dived back into her food. With small laugh Atin went to his food as well. Vokara couldn't wait to show him more of the planet she called home...and if she played it right she'd get a shake and a ftajra as well. Win win for all.