[ Closed ] The Red Helm (Page 2 of 8)

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Name: "Jari'eyc"  Jim Goran
Age: 49
Species: Human ( Corellian/Mandalorian)
Home: Mandalore
Ship : "Obdurate Hammer " modified Mandalorian heavy transport ship
Armor: Gunmetal grey
Description: 6'2,about 205 pounds, a bit hard looking , blue eyes, reddish blonde (turning gray) hair.
Weapons: Mando armor, Tenloss DXR-6 Disrupter rifle, BlasTech DH-17 Blaster Pistol, Vibro-blades, etc...

Background:
"Ugly" Jim is one of those been there,done that kind of Mandalorians.Rumor has it he was born ready to fight right out of his mother's womb. Considered a somewhat unhandsome man, Goran married late in life . His wife Vidya ,and son and yet to be born child live on Mandalore.

Having served as a mercenary for must of his life he now spends his time as an armorer and mechanic in quasi-retirement. But everyone knows that old Mandalorians never die they just go to hell and regroup...

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"Ugly" Jim Goran wasn't what most people expected a Mandalorian to look like, long legged and sinewy with muscles that were well used, but not overly developed. He wasn't sure when mercenaries suddenly crossed over from hired gun, to the cover of a romance holo.

Must have been the Vong war, you go out to save your people's collective tail and suddenly your heroes...not armored killers. People sure got funny ideas in their heads sometimes...Goran would just as soon shoot a man for being annoying as he would rescue one for a few creds.

At least his wife thought it was funny. Course she found humor in everything, why else would she have married him? Certainly not for his good looks...

He inspected the fine wiring of a pair of wrist gaunlets that had been left in his care, a favor to a friend of his wife. Otherwise he wouldn't have traveled so far back home to deliver armor...Alright, so he wanted to come back,he was a little homesick and missed his wife's good cooking.

Jim stepped out of the Obdurate Hammer and set its security systems, he remained under the shadow of one of the ship's massive engines. He contemplated taking a jetpack, but fueling those things were costly and time consuming . Besides he wasn't out to impress anyone.

Body armor and his general looks were enough to make the average citizen think twice about approaching him with idle chatter. After all Goran wasn't called ugly just because of his features...

Now what was the name of that cantina?

The Dirty Dewback?

The Mangy Mynock?

No...Drunken Strill...that was it.

TBC

“I’ve smelled worse things....” Saviin said, defending her pet. 

The strill whined and fidgeted, it’s whip like tail swishing anxiously.

Nora looked positively annoyed, she didn’t want to have to join in the defense of her cousin’s wretched animal companion.  Surely she could find a man that didn’t smell quite so bad... 

The huntress waved to a passing barmaid, “Two drinks for the man and his friend...” she said, indicating the pair at the bar.  “You will forgive my cousin,” she explained, “She hasn’t been right since the war...”

Saviin turned her angry glare onto Nora, “Mir’sheb!” she hissed, “Jare’la Nor’ika!” 

Nora laughed, “K’atini....the animal stinks and you know it!”

(Nah, just the docks converters. Like overhead lights and stuff.)

Territ set Z to work on the right engine of his ship, it was having some problems. Territ walked off back to the tavern.

"You move that any more to the right...and that'll pop out. Fifty percent chance of the engine exploding."
Anbu said it to himself, his ears enough to catch what was going on pretty well. Not to say he could hear them talking but to get a close aproximation of movement. But that wouldn't be his problem, popping the panel back on-the lights had a bad tendency of shutting themselves off maybe he'd fixed it- and leaving. His shift over, he might as well head home. Not that that didn't stop him from pretending to be a hunter again, running over the best parts of his life. Hands in his pockets he stepped up to the door. Terrible location for a housing area but the price was well worth it. He slid his card and turned the handle. Slamming it shut behind him. It was barely furnished, a couch and a holoviewer in the den. Caf maker and a fridge. Whole place was about three rooms, including the bathroom the only other one being the bedroom. Everything massed in the same space. Washer on the far wall. The lights still off he walked towards the fridge. Well aware there was someone else in the room with him.
"Anbu Dres, I'm surprised."
"I'd be too if you learned how to be quiet. Want something to drink?"
The figure walked into the pale light brough in through the window. A bottle on Tonjin already in his hand. Dres grabbed one for himself, walking over and parking himself on the couch.
"The fact that you can live here peacefully. Why not by a more suitable location? You've got the creds for it."
"I don't see much point in putting up a big sign that says 'Hey! I've got money!'. It's not as much as it was back then anyway."
The figure stayed standing, placing a datacard before walking out. Waving goodbye as he left. Seemed Warren had stayed true to his word. They'd gotten another job for him. Black Sun wanted something. But he wouldn't get around to reading it till morning, watching an old movie before brushing his fangs. Heading off to bed.

"Oya" someone had walked in and called out Nora Roan's name.
The strill slinked under the tables toward the stranger getting ready to strike.
"This otta be good." Brassk thought " maybe I should warn him, ah, nah, I want to see what happens then I'll interfere, if needed."

Kyr'am didn't turn at the noise like the rest of the patrons but didn't fail to notice the strill assume an attack posture.  Surreptitiously, he thumbed the safety and locking mechanisms on his vambrace-mounted vibroblades, allowing them to be hurled across the bar if need be.  The Chiss likewise ignored the shout but shifted almost imperceptably.

Nora didn’t see where the strill had gone, but she had a good idea.  Years in the Vong war had made Saviin overly cautious at times...perhaps for good reason.  She’d have Edee aimed straight at the throat of anyone she deemed even slightly threatening.  And apparently a stranger shouting for her cousin qualified. 

Nora cringed inwardly.  Although Saviin meant well, it was shockingly rude to sick your strill on a fellow Mando without due provocation.  And she’d had quite enough of forking out credits to cover damages resulting from someone who didn’t appreciate Edee latching onto his limbs. 

The huntress gave a nod to the man in the doorway, letting him know he’d found who he was looking for. 

Saviin made an exasperated sound. 

“I’ve already had to apologize for you once this evening...” Nora reminded her.

Saviin shrugged, “What?  I’m just letting Edee play, that’s all...”

Brassk put his blaster back in it's holster obviously seeing nothing bad was going to happen yet. This guy seemed interestering. "Maybe he's got some info on something that had to be done around here, or elsewhere for that matter." he thought as he leaned in to hear them a little better.

BTW:  I should have described the girls' armor better. 

They all wear black armor, its a family thing. 
Saviin's is trimmed in purple, Evaar's is trimmed in green, Nora's is solid black. 

I meant to explain that before and forgot.  But that's what happens when you write things late at night...