The OA feels that Irish pubs in America are generally underestimated. Especially Irish pubs that serve both Cider pints and Captain Morgan shots (yeah, I know, not very Irish but even the Drunken Angry Ferrets hate whiskey hangovers). DAF 9 points out that it's all fun and games til someone takes one in the eye during a game of darts.
The OA would like to point out that all props continue to go out to KT for her general awesomeness, coming up with the RC & IC books and everything you recognize is hers. Everything you don't recognize and/or that sucks exceptionally is the OA's.
Recovered from the journal of Kal Skirata
Someday there will be a reckoning.
Not just among the clone troopers held under the yoke of first the Republic then the Empire, but among all the disenfranchised... Mandalorian, Jabiimi, Bothan, Outer Rimmer, ex-Sep...
I have no idea what the galaxy will look like the day after. But I imagine it will be like peering into a supernova.
Niner followed Darman through the long passageway. He glanced quickly at his HUD to verify that Rede was still trailing behind.
"Dar, I'm still not sure this is the best idea ner vod. We could have gotten off of Triple Zero a few months ago with Ordo and the gang. Now we're going to blast off to Mandalore on an Imperial authorized mission with an Imperial authorized ship and a Spaarti recruit tagging along to boot?"
Niner tried to ignore the running commentary coming from Kyrimorut. Frankly it was giving him a headache having two narratives running during any given conversation plus the added pressure he generally felt to edit his own words.
He clicked over to the private frequency to Mandalore and muttered, "Jaing shut the shab up." Yes, the stress was getting to him. Neither the Kaminoans nor his beloved Kal'buir had ever prepared him for balancing a slightly off the nutter Darman, a completely green rookie like Rede (who just for an extra level of fun Dar had threatened to vape if the kid wasn't up for deserting), the background noise of the Nulls who were constantly offering advice on how to keep the Empire in general and Darman in particular away from their interests (which apparently included Jedi in general and Altis in particular these days). Never mind his own sanity. It was enough to make a guy want to desert – and considering that he was the one of the unit who had been most hesitant to do a runner – what the shab was he doing? But if he looked deeper he knew, Darman hadn't left him, not when his back was broken thanks to that jetii trying to do a runner of his own. The Night. Other brothers of his might refer to it as the night of Order 66 or the night of the fallen sabers as it had been labeled by some of his more creative vode. But The Night said it all for him. The Night Darman surrendered his future. The Night Niner paid the price for showing a bit of mercy to an osikla jetii. The Night everything went wrong.
Darman glanced at him briefly and then shoved his helmet onto his head. Rede seemed to take it as some kind of cue to put his own bucket on. Niner grabbed onto Darman's shoulder tightly. "Dar? Dar!" He waited for a response, and when none was forthcoming he plowed ahead anyway. "You know Kad is perfectly safe, don't you? Buir had a reason for taking on the Jedi. The Kaminoan is there cause she may be the fix to our premature gray, Scout was part of the package. Zey is all on Maze and Bard'ika. They're not going to do a runner with your son. Kal and the Nulls already have a plan to get them off planet double quick."
Darman shoved Niner away, "When you have a kid with force powers you tell me how okay you are with him being surrounded with jetii in the one place he's supposed to be safe."
Niner inhaled and mentally counted to ten. Darman wasn't going to be reasoned with, not about this. He took Dar by both shoulders and leaned his helmet against his brother's. "At least promise me that we won't go tearing into Kyrimorut with guns blazing. That we'll give buir and our vode a chance to explain." Niner shook Dar, "Promise!"
Darman shoved away from him again and began stomping off through the causeway and towards the ship Holy Roley had procured for them. Rede looked back and forth between Niner and Darman both. He'd obviously figured out something was going on, but wasn't quite sure what. Dar came to a quick stop and then turned raising his index finger and jabbing to emphasize each word, "I promise, I'll give them a chance to explain but that's it." Dar turned back and finished his march, pausing to duck into the entrance to the ship.
Niner sighed and resumed his own walk into the causeway pausing only briefly to grab Rede's arm to pull him along. "Come on vod'ika, we're going to Mandalore. Forget what data you've pulled from your HUD, I'll tell you all about yaim on the way."