Olon's 11

"I forget, do Mandalorians retire? Like to old Mandalorian homes, or something?" Syneisha teased the man, reclining on stuffed bags herself as she nursed a bump at the back of her head with an icebag, and an iced drink in the other hand. "Old Mandalorian homes? Yeah right." He snorted. "But maybe I...

Kaurin was there, with cigar in his mouth, and cup of whiskey in his hand.

Still, he lowered himself into a chair a little stiffly. "Whew. Wonder if I'm getting too old for this."

"Then we'll just point down the hall and say 'look, unlimited power!' That'll get rid of him." Kaurin quipped.

"Yeah. Just so long as they're fast as well as big. I don't think that'll be a problem." Kaurin grinned.

"And hey, the distraction's got a good payoff too. All part of the bigger plan."

"I feel like we steal just the right amount." Kaurin put in with a smirk. "Not too much, not too little."

"Ooh, sick burn from the AI." Kaurin murmured.

Kaurin wasn't in a seat. Instead, he was leaning casually against the side wall, arms crossed.

He gave Jedra a smile and a vague wave as the Pantoran came in.

Kaurin Vizla Species: Human or near-human Age: Middle-age Hair: Black, hints of grey Eyes: Dark Brown Height: 1.9m Build: Solid Background: Bounty Hunter Marital status: In a poly-relationship with his guns, armor, and jetpack Not every Mandalorian is a member of one of the clans. Kaurin, formerly ...