Nicci Gets a New Friend

 [17:00] Abandoned Bes'uliik pauses as it comes across the three, the ancient war droid turning its massive, heavily-armed head to regard and scan each in turn, before it moves over towards the one with Mythosaur skulls on her armor slowly..

[17:11] Orar Tratur (van.scofield) approaches the Mando'ad and the Bes'uliik, [17:11] Nicci Sularen Ordo raised a brow as the basilisk approached, never having seen one wandering about unmanned.  She cocked her head slightly to the left and took a step closer, studying it with her arms crossed. [17:12] Orar Tratur (van.scofield) approaches the Mando'ad and the Bes'uliik, he then chuckles a bit to himself and says, "Add a few more verde and this place will look like yaim." he then introduces himself and says, "Orar Tratur of Aliit Vau." [17:16] Abandoned Bes'uliik has obviously seen better days, probably thousands or maybe even millions of them by the look of it.  It's got dents in its dents, and where it isn't rusted, the rust is recently scorched off and has yet to reclaim; even the mythosaur emblem on its headplate is all faded and rusty.  It even seems to be having trouble keeping itself totally off the ground, its hovering sort of erratic, the massive, hull-destroying forelegs of it occasionally clanking on the ground.  After several long moments of it 'staring' right back at Nicci, there is a shorting sound for a moment before it emits a digitized, "Su cuy'gar..." [17:22] Nicci Sularen Ordo nodded in respect to the man who introduced himself of Vau, "Su'cuy vod.  Your name is unfamiliar to me, are you new to Vau?  I am Nicci Ordo, Alor of the Ordo Aliit." she replied, the voice that poured forth from the helmet was harsh, and almost cruel sounding, though it was not meant as such.  She took a few steps closer to the old basilisk, cautiously attempting to run a hand down it's rusted snout, "Su'cuy, you look to have seen better days," she replied, her tone gentler but not by much, merely because it was not something she was overly capable of.  She loved droids, moreso than the living more often than not. [17:25] Orar Tratur (van.scofield) looks to Nicci, he then says, "Lek Ordo'alor, gar serim." he then turns to see the gathering of people, he watches them closely and remains silent while doing so.((Running to store brb)) [17:30] Abandoned Bes'uliik tilts its head a bit jerkily at Nicci and grinds out, "Tion'gar gehatyc ne b'Alor?"  Then it senses the others back there and in a sudden burst of motion and shower of rust flakes it spins around to rather glare at the others with its weapon-laden head. [17:37] Kaiban smiled. "I am an uzdar-sergeti. I go wherever the true force guides me. My buisness here is , Im no jedi, or sith, so dont worry im not here to turn you in or kick your ass." [17:38] Nicci Sularen Ordo followed the warrior's gaze to the people in the street, which she had paid no heed until the mention of Jedi and Sith.  Her eyes glowered darkly at the lot of them, and it took her a good deal of resistance to restrain herself from gutting each one.  The Mand'alor had warned her against such things, soshe planted her feet firmly into the pavement and refused to move, least her legs betray her.  She smirked in a bemused smile when the machine turned toward them so suddenly, so she snapped her fingers in hopes of regaining its attention, I have never owned a basilisk before no," she would answer it.  "I suspect with the condition you are in your owner might have died some time ago," she replied. [17:44] Abandoned Bes'uliik slowly hovers backwards at the snapping at it, then turns its head towards Nicci once more before apparently giving up on hovering for now, allowing itself to drop to the ground with a heavy thud.  "Ni liniba mar'eyir ne Alor..."  it grinds out somewhat sadly. [18:04] Nicci Sularen Ordo smiled when the basilisk stopped hovering. "You can barely move let alone find your owner. Wouldyou care to return to Keldabe with me to be repaired?" she would ask it, intent on doing it herself, "I am pretty skilled with droid repair.  Could scrub the rust off you, get the dents buffed out, replace your wiring and your power source and have you feeling much better." [18:10] Abandoned Bes'uliik hesitates for several long moments, making a nice long awkward silence before it finally replies simply, "Gar serim...  Elek." [18:11] Nicci Sularen Ordo nodded once, seeming satisfied, "How long have you been here on the smugglers moon, and how long since you have been to the Mandalorian capital?" she asked. [18:12] Abandoned Bes'uliik hesitates once more, before answering, "Ni nakar'mi..." [18:18] Nicci Sularen Ordo nodded curtly, "Well you can visit again, perhaps even meet the Mand'alor if you are worthy," she smirked, starting to move back over the bridge, "Can you move enough to get to my ship?" she asked. [18:20] Abandoned Bes'uliik gives a creak as it lifts itself and seemingly by force of will alone manages to lift itself into the air once more--though its repulsors sound rather like they're about as likely to implode as lift it. [18:20] Nicci Sularen Ordo nods once more, wondering how the thing even got to Nar Shaddaa in this condition, but time was waisting, she could ask it later. [18:28] Nicci Sularen Ordo set her ship down in the capital, which was notably devoid of a large amount of its warriors.  She dropped the vehicle landing ramp which would allow the rusted basilisk to exit the ship, "We are at war," she stated simply, as if that would explain the absence of warriors, "The Mand'alor has recently begun a campaign to claim glory for us once more by taking over the galaxy, beginning with the outer rim territories. Our warriors are on Mirial, taking over the planet until it surrenders so we can use it as a staging ground for the invasion," she said.  She gestured to all the healthy basilisk floating about, "Not to worry, you shall be well cared for here," she said, moving up the ramp to the MandalMotors hall. [18:31] Abandoned Bes'uliik looks over at the much-later model droids hovering around and hardly pays them a second glance afterwords, simply dipping its head once in acknowledgement to Nicci and following along behind her, uttering only, "Ib'tuur jatne tuur ash'ad kyr'amur...  Sa  ratiin." [18:39] Nicci Sularen Ordo smirked a bit as she ascended the steps. "Perhaps you could care to join in the fight and earn some glory for yourself after all these long years of wasting away," she mused.  One of her warriors approached her and she ordered him to bring her tools to the Hall immediately.  The verd looked at the basilisk oddly then rushed to obey her.  She stopped at the doors of the mighty building and pushed them both open, beckoning the creature inside. [18:44] Abandoned Bes'uliik follows her in slowly, staying afloat until it gets to about the middle of the floor before there is a shorting sound, a sudden burst of momentary flames from one of its repulsorlift generators, and plenty of smoke.  The large droid teeters in the air for a moment before listing off to the side a bit as it lowers to the ground.  "Haar'chak..."    [18:51] Nicci Sularen Ordo fanned the smoke, but did not cough, since her helmet filtered such things from her lungs, "Well, THAT will have to get replaced now won't it?" she said, more to herself than the basilisk. "I know we just met but, I am going to have to take your skin off..." she said, eying the basilisk, and taking the large cart of tools her verd had brought with him [18:58] Abandoned Bes'uliik hesitates for a few moments , pointing its armed head at the tools for a while before it finally decides to give in to the odd trust it has felt for the woman since it met her.  "Ni nari darasuum duumyc. [19:05] Nicci Sularen Ordo nodded, surprised herself atits willingness.  She had worked on hundreds of droid models by now, but never a Basilisk.  The very concept of a droid being sentient fascinated her, and she had longed to work on one.  She treated droids more carefully than she did her own body, and this one was no exception, in fact she treated it even more carefully.  She removed a hydrospanner from the toolkit and slowly began to pry off the plates, being careful not to drop them or handle them roughly for fear the rust and corrosion on them would spread too much to make them salvageable. "I will do my best to scrub the rust out of your skin, however it may have corroded too badly to do anymore than hold your insides together.  Clan Dralshy'a are armor forgers, I can request new skin for you from them, if you like," she said, carefully removing it until he was little more than circuitry standing before her. [19:15] Abandoned Bes'uliik's armor plates are covered with layers of scorch and rust and more scorch, and they are pockmarked slightly where they aren't dented, but those plates were made to withstand the apocalypse--or as close to it as mandalorian and basiliskan engineering could make them, made of four- to six-inch thick solid beskar plates, and despite how much less beskar weighs than durasteel, once the weight of the plating is off, the remaining repulsors lift the ancient droid off of the ground like a feather.  Not only is it a basilisk droid, but it is a model that you are likely only to encounter in museums and history datapads.  It doesn't have all of the latest and greatest comforts like the newer ones do; its one and only purpose was complete utilitarian annihilation, and anything that didn't contribute to either its destructive force or its defenses/mobility was left out.  The circuitry is rather spartan compared to most droids--unfortunately, age, wear, and general lack of maintenence has left chunks of the wiring [19:15] Abandoned Bes'uliik:  without insulation.  Even with that, this droid appears to be built to outlast most buildings and starships.  Several of the armor plates would be engraved with the spiral, barbed crest of the ancient Mandalorian Crusaders, also. [19:22] Nicci Sularen Ordo simply stared at the inner workings of the basilisk, marvelling at the way it was made.  The warrior who was still standing there gawking she ordered to fetch repulsors to replace them all, even the ones that were not damaged, so that no more would be at risk for giving out.  The MandalMotors shop had them aplenty, for that was how htye kept all their current basilisks in excellent working condition.  She also ordered him to fetch a load of insulated wiring, knowing that much of it would have to be replaced.  After he was gone, the first thing she began doing was taking out a long soft cloth and a cleaning solution, and began to scrub the innards of the droid, every inch of him, knowing that dust, rust particles, and perhaps even living organisms could be inside it and cause more damage than anything she could replace, "So, what say you to your armor being replaced?  I know it is old and, these carvings are historical relics in themselves, so it is up to you.  We could merely take oyur old armor and have [19:22] Nicci Sularen Ordo  reinforced underneath it near your circuits if you would rather," she said.  "Do you have a designation?" [19:31] Abandoned Bes'uliik hovers still, save for the periodic shorting as uninsulated wires bump against one another with little ill effects.  It would seem that most of the burned out wires and uninsulated ones are going to its shatter missile launchers and shockwave generators, and it would look like at least half of that damage was inflicted due to overcharging them.  It would also only have one of the standard four missiles left, though perhaps strangely, all of its weaponry seems to have been kept in working order through at least semi-regular use.  It hesitates silently for a long time at the questions before finally admitting, "Ni nakar'mi..."  If you follow the wiring, you'd eventually find where its internal chronometer is, not far from the seemingly-nonsensical tangle of wires and circuitry that makes up its brain.  The chronometer and brain would both have wires that are just barely attached if they are attached at all, mere bumps to them seem to disconnect a few of them, though they are so stiff with age that they go [19:31] Abandoned Bes'uliik:  back to about the same place after the movement.  However, the chronometer is stuck on the year 3995 BBY. [19:32] The Kranak (rageface) had been on keldabe for a few days since his departure from Nar Shadaa. The battle on Mirial was all but won, and there was not such a need for all available warriors to proceed to the battlefield. Having had his fill of raw fish the Neelabi travelled to mandalMotors hall, where he intended to pay homage to the various Mandalores that have reigned in these times. Upon entering he halted, looking at the woman, then to the dwarfed basilisk War Droid, "... megin haar?" he snarled lowly. [19:40] Nicci Sularen Ordo raised a brow when she saw the chronometer, tapping it a bit, "Well I knew you were ancient...but...Haar'chak..." she breathed.  The verd came back with the repulsors and she sent him out immediately again for missles to restock the creature's bays as well as a new shockwave generator as a precaution.  After taking the wiring from him she finished up with the cleaning of its circuits and began to systematically replace each of it's wiring with the newer insulated wire. "I cannot believe you have lasted this long.  You must be resilient as all  hell," she said.  "I like that," she added.  Since the droid did not answer her on the plating reinforcements she decided she would order it done anyways, when next she met with the verd of  Dralshy'a.  She cast a stern glance at the Kranak, and rose to her feet, staring the Neelabi down, "Is there a problem, vod?" she asked harshly. [19:42] Abandoned Bes'uliik spins to face the new arrival at the exclamation, and one could practically follow the flow of electricity across its currently-exposed ancient wiring by the progression of sparks across the bared spots of wires--from its power supply to  its quad-linked heavy blaster cannons and shockwave rod cluster, the rods humming quietly as they receive power.  It seems to mimic the harshness in Nicci's voice in a much more lethal way.  Some of its legs hang oddly due to the fact that Nicci was interrupted in the middle of the wiring job, but that seems to bother it not at all. [19:47] Arman T'ad (arcenregulus) arches a brow behind his visor before looking behind himself at the door, wondering if the large machine before him could have fit through there. finally, he'd step forward a bit more to stand next to Kranak "'Cuy, vod...what exciting new adventures are there in store today?" he chuckled, keeping relatively quiet so that he didn't distract Nicci from what she was doing....last thing he needed was to distract her and end up with her boot up his ass. [19:50] The Kranak (rageface) would widen his beady eyes beneath his water-circulated helmet, surprised at the sudden and hostile response from the Recognizable Ordo Chieftain and the droid. His immediate reaction was to go for his Sonic weapon, and upon the Droid's practically combative response the Sonic rifle was drawn flawlessly, aiming it at the droid, knowing it to be foolish to open fire on an Alor. " Ni kyr'amur gar *bubbles* an haar arasuumir, di'kut!!" he roared, the farthest thing from his zealous mind being to back down. [19:56] Nicci Sularen Ordo snarled att he Neelabi, "You will do no such thing," she hissed with so much venom one would thought it was a reptile speaking to them from under that helmet.  She simultaneously placed a hand over the charged canons of the basilisk, "You do not need to fight right now while I am trying to work on you, as it would force me to have to redo it, and possibly worse because of that rifle of his, which would make me ...very...put out..." she said, shifting a brief glance to Arman who seemed to be the only smart one present before turning her glare back on the Kranak. "Stand down vod before I fillet you in a pan for causing potential damages to one of the most ancient buildings in the city, and you would pray for death before the Mand'alor himself got to you for such an act." [20:02] Abandoned Bes'uliik instantly drops power from the shockwave generating rods as Nicci's hand nears them, so as not to injure her with the sonic field that they are generating.  They'd still be vibrating a bit when her hand touches, but soon even that would stop.  It lowers its head, but doesn't move its quad heavy laser cannons from the mini-mandalorian while his rifle is pointed at it.  Its gravelly, digitized voice comes out quietly, "Sa vercopaani, Alor." [20:07] Arman T'ad (arcenregulus) having had no idea what the hell he'd walked in on, Arman just kinda raised his hands in a gesture of "don't shoot the guy that just walked in the door." He'd clear his throat a bit "so um...now that that osik's taken care of..." he'd slowly put his hands down. He again debating asking a question but if he asked Nicci, he'd get the bes'uliik rammed up his shebs. if he asked Kranak, he wouldn't have any to shove anything up... so he simply went back to being silent, folding his arms over his chest. [20:09] The Kranak (rageface) maintained his aim toward the Basilisk, ignoring all manner of reason in that the Basilisk could easily obliterate him, he would stand and fight regardless. At Nicci's order, he slowly lowered his weapon, growling lowly beneath his helmet, knowing better than to disobey a known Alor.. the comment regarding Mand'alor himself only made the action swifter, consumed momentarily by fear. His razor'd fin-gauntlets spread themselves to indicate he meant no harm, "How does one *bubbles* fit such a weapon through that door?" he snarled. [20:18] Nicci Sularen Ordo had not so much as even drawn her weapon, but would have leaped to crush the Neelabi's skull in her gauntlets had he made move to attack the basilisk while its wiring was exposed.  She would be damned if someone destroyed the thing in the middle of her fixing it, not to mention she was growing more attached to it the longer she spent time in its vicinity.  Satisfied the Kranak had come to his fish senses she knelt next to the droid once more and continued to carefully replace its wiring.  When she reached the shockwave generators she carefully removed them and replaced them with the newer ones the Ordo verd had brought to her, connecting it to insulated wiring and tossing aside the older, fried wires she had taken out. "The door is wide enough, one of the few in Keldabe that are," she replied to the Neelabi's inquiry, in her usual harsh tone.  She eyed Arman briefly as she repaired the war droid. "Finished on Mirial are you two already?" she asked. [20:22] Abandoned Bes'uliik ceases power to the blaster cannons once the small one's weapon is lowered, the shorting and sparking more or less stopping just in time for Nicci to resume her repairs.  It would continue to 'stare down' the two with its eyeless gaze even while Nicci removes the shockwave generators and replaces them with new ones. [20:29] Arman T'ad (arcenregulus) "here for a day or two at the most." he said simply "Marksmen have been getting about five or six hours of sleep between rounds. wake up, eat some of the grub, have some watered down caf, *maybe* throws some cold water under your pits to clean up, and then head back to your post. and that's if you're anywhere near the base. if you're in one of the more forward and well-hidden positions?" he made a 'pffft' noise before continuing "forget any of that, some water and some kind of dried jerky to be a meal, and snow for your cleaning." he remembered one of his spotters had had a bad case of somethin initially, was not a pretty few days. "figured I'd come here for what little time I have to get acquainted with those that decided to hold down the fort." [20:35] The Kranak (rageface) looked toward Arman as he made his explanation, nodding slightly before he looked back in the direction of Nicci and the droid. he slowly crossed his fins over his small chest, "I traveled with the *bubbles* Vau'Alor to Nar Shadaa to laugh *bubbles* at the Hutts. I stopped here for some.. fish." he shrugs. [20:49] Nicci Sularen Ordo just smirked and rolled her eyes at the Kranak's claim to the reason of his homecoming being fish.  She had listened to the both of them though admittedly, not really caring what either of their excuses were due to her interest being primarily focused on the war droid.  Once the generators were replaced, and all the wiring was new and carried insulation, she ran her gloved finger over the fore sensor to make sure it was not cracked or damaged in any way.  She looked up at the droid briefly, "Sad of your previous owner not to give you a designation..." she commented, more to herself yet again.  Her dark helmet maneuvered around the creature's exposed leg to pierce the gaze of both of them, "If you are going to hang around in here, you might as well make both of yourselves useful," she growled at them, though it was not out of malice, her people skills were just shit.  She nodded her head to the skin she had removed from the basilisk earlier, "You can start scrubbing that rust off until you reach a layer of [20:49] Nicci Sularen Ordo  metal that isn't corroded," she said, "And do it carefully, if you two mess it up I will be taking bits of your own armor to replace it," she said, eying the Kranak, "And yours looks like it would just about be enough to cover one of the war droid's toes." 20:58] Arman T'ad (arcenregulus) shrugs, what did he have that was better than this for something to do? well...there was the Corellian Idol show in an hour...but was he really going to suggest watching a show like that to Nicci instead of cleaning rust off of her Basilisk? No, he may have been his own person, but he knew enough when to say "yes, ma'am, anything else, ma'am." buir didn't raise any di'kute. he moved forwards, picking up the object that were around for scrubbing he figured he'd take the areas that were above the reach of the others "so...where'd you find the old guy?" he asked, patting the Basilisk before gently taking the scrubber to the rusted area. 'might need a ladder in a few minutes...' he thought to himself. [20:59] Arman T'ad (arcenregulus): shoot)) [21:03] Abandoned Bes'uliik 's sensors are fine, so once the generators are replaced and the wiring finished; including the connections to the war droid's brain reattached, the chronometer would start working again, quickly catching up--which would make the droid slump to the ground as it realizes how much time has passed.  After several long moments, it rises again and replies in a much smoother, androgynous voice--now that everything is replaced or repaired, "B'evaar'la Alor lise..."  All of its six-inch thick beskar armoring is lying on the ground, rather quite rusted, some of it with Mythosaur emblems painted on it, and other pieces with the barbed circle of the original Mandalorian Crusaders engraved into it like a factory watermark. [21:12] Arman T'ad (arcenregulus) shrugs, what did he have that was better than this for something to do? well...there was the Corellian Idol show in an hour...but was he really going to suggest watching a show like that to Nicci instead of cleaning rust off of her Basilisk? No, he may have been his own person, but he knew enough when to say "yes, ma'am, anything else, ma'am." buir didn't raise any di'kute. he moved forwards, picking up the object that were around for scrubbing before sitting on the ground and heaving a plate into his lap, letting loose a few rounds of cursing in Mando’a and Basic before finally getting it onto his armored legs “in hindsight, I should have leaned it against something!” he chuckled before he went to work, scrubbing it carefully, letting the rust begin to give way after a bit of attention. [21:16] The Kranak (rageface) decided to turn as instructed by the Alor and begin the task, grumbling as he did so. His pride felt tarnished, feeling he had fought in enough battles to be above such tasks as this, but he would obey the Alor. "This is *bubbles* punishment by Har'angir for not going straight back to Mirial.." in a growl which sounded much more defiant than Arman's immediate obediance. he stopped next to Arman, glancing at him and at what they were supposed to clean. he simply stared at the large plates on the floor, failing to begin just yet. he was reluctant. [21:23] Nicci Sularen Ordo smiled, having hoped the basilisk might agree to allow her to take over ownership in light of it having been so many years, she had presumed, since his owner had likely died.  She glided her fingers along the shockwave generator rods, though being careful not to dent it with her crushgaunts."Well any basilisk that belongs to me would deserve far more than a number designation, so you will have to give me some time to think of a suitable name for you." she replied, elated now as she always was with a new droid, even morso with one that was such an incredible weapon and sentient at that.  She turned her dark helmet to the Kranak, obviously hearing his comment and seeing his hesitation, afterall she was RIGHT there. "Ah, I see.  Well it seems that if the Kranak is hesitant to perform the simplest of tasks placed before him, that when the Mand'alor has me lead the warriors in glorious battle against his enemies, I should leave the Kranak in the tents, cleaning the latrines, since even cleaning some rusted bes [21:23] Nicci Sularen Ordo  is far too much for the tiny creature to accomplished," she snarled. [21:28] Bes'uliik (sinato.lurra) dips its head in acceptance, leaning lightly into Nicci's hand almost like a pet dog would. "Elek, b'Alor," it replies simply, struggling a bit not to respond to her anger. A sharply-clawed forearm with durasteel-piercing talons the size of Karnak's torso would ominously reach out towards him, though. [21:30] Arman T'ad (arcenregulus) had to suppress a snort of amusement at her statement. one of two things would happen, Kranak would be thrown into a rage by her goading...or he'd immediately set to the task and likely scrub a little too far, ending up with more ire from the Ordo Alor. though he attempted to suppress the snort, one might see his shoulders bob a bit with the chuckle/snort. then the bes reached out. oh boy...this'd be fun. [21:33] The Kranak (rageface) would shift his large helmet to gaze directly into the Alor's visor as she made her harsh declarations. he would merely let out a steady, defiant growl. He would obey regardles, leaning forward to begin working on the plate. Though as soon as the Basilisk reached for the neelabi, and the blazing agility he had developed to make up for his size came, "WHAT HERESY *bubbles* IS THIS!!?" he roared before he let out a slight thrust from his jet pack, pulling him safely back, landing in a fluid back roll and emerging on his feet again, as if he was prepared to do battle, "I'LL TELL MAND'ALOR OF THIS DEFECTIVE *bubbles* OSIK!" he flailed recklessly his fins in a fit of childish rage. He was not even worthy enough to be in mand'alor's presence to make such a threat, but he did anyway. [21:44] Nicci Sularen Ordo closed her eyes briefly, holding them closed for a few moments before slowly reopening them.  She was tempted to allow the basilisk to stomp the Neelabi into a sushi roll right then and there, but as an Alor she could not allow her Ordo instincts to take hold of her sanity.  She placed a finger on the claw of the iron beast, pressing down on it as if she desired him to lower the aggressive motion.  She spoke in her usual harsh tone, though her voice was lowered, "If I am outnumbered, you may interfere as much as you desire, however for this little osik, I do not need your help, nor for any other who wishes to challenge me to individual combat.   Such a thing brings my combat skill into question and we cannot have that can we?" she asked, once againgliding her fingers over it's rods.  She turned abruptly on the fish thgrowing the temper tantrum and though her legs were short, it took only a few strides for her to cross the room and tower over him.where he had jetpacked backward.  Her fists clenched and one [21:44] Nicci Sularen Ordo  could ear the strain of the crushgaunts grinding against themselves as both fists went to her hips.  She looked as a hawk ready to swoop down on the tiniest and most indignant of prey, her eyes blazing beneat hher dark helmet and her redheaded temper rising steadily, "As for you, unless you wish to be slammed into the floor and made a permanent part of this building, will keep your ridiculous outbursts to yourself and do as an Alor commands of you, least I confine you to Keldabe until you become so old and shriveled you blow away as dust upon the wind." [21:48] Bes'uliik (sinato.lurra) makes it look all innocent by grabbing a piece of its armor without missing a beat and tugging it over in front of it, before giving only a momentary charge to its shockwave generators, a slight high-pitched hum heard before the wall of sound the size of Kranak impacts the thick armor plate, causing rust to rather explode off of it, creating plenty of dust to blow on the wind and punctuate Nicci's point. "Ni suvarir, b'Alor." [21:54] Arman T'ad (arcenregulus) heard larger bits of rust fall onto his helmet before the light dust settled on the piece of armor he was scrubbing "c'mon, now, there's enough rust to remove as it is!" he chuckled before brushing it aside with a few wiping motions, back to scrubbing into the rust a little harder in one area "huh..shame to see such a good personality covered in such rust. don't worry, she'll probably ride you onto the fields of battle across the galaxy." he said "the wind howling around you both, battle cries coming up from the ground, stomping auretiise into the ground, all that kind of neat osik." he'd say, addressing the sentient machine "who knows what colors she'll coat you in...somehow I doubt it'll be a bright neon yellow, I can tell ye that." [21:58] The Kranak (rageface) would now feel undoubtedly foolish, and look down somewhat, in a ' no one saw that' manner before he slowly made his way back toward the armor plates they were both designated to clean, saying nothing in response to Nicci's threats, feeling his acts of compliance should be more than enough to speak for him. He glanced at Arman as he made his comments, growling lowly at him, "Kad Har'angir frowns upon *bubbles* Those who kiss sheb, ner vod." [22:04] Arman T'ad (arcenregulus) "Kad Har'angir knows the difference between a sheb'urcyin and someone that make friendly conversation while helping another mando'ade, I'm sure." he said simply. "granted, he also might understand the need for subtlety, something a few people I know could bear to learn of." he'd hoiset the plate off of his legs, getting the last few bits off of the armor plate before setting it on the ground next to him, picking up another plate.aw...nini)) [22:09] Nicci Sularen Ordo smirked at the basilisk for its cleverness and making the Kranak seem more foolish by acting as if it were never going to grab him in the first place.  She had finished replacing all that needed to be replaced inside of it, so she two grabbed one of the heavy metal plates and took a wire brush to scrub the rust away.  She just stared at the two and their mindless bickering and shook her head.  She idely wondered if she would get into much of an argument with the Mand'alor if she bloodied them both up a bit  In light of the fact they were about to enter a war, she decided against it.  Best to not have them laid up and pissing and moaning when they needed to fight.  "Shut the kriff up, both of you,  You bicker as  aruetii women," she said harshly. [22:14] The Kranak (rageface) would now get to work, at long last, and begin working on buffing out the rust from the Armor plating, now grumbling, "You heard her, *bubbles* Arman. Udesii."