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Cel O` Royal

Keldabe Mandalore
1 mile from the Mandalore Tower

@apollosarcher

Cel looked up when she saw out of the corner of her eye someone vaulting over the fleeing mob. A new person, she had to make a quick decision about who this person was and what chaos she may bring into this. Her eyes scanned her as she caught the Mandalorian slowly getting up, her eyes watched the woman's hand hover over her side, and in a faint moment, she saw it as the woman landed. A lightsaber, that means this is.... a Jedi, at least there was an 80% chance of it with the way she moved.

The people around her were backing up and began to try and run from the situation they had just caused as they saw the Mandalorian fully standing up. It was no use the Mandalorian put his hand to the side of his helmet as if to signal he was talking to someone and within a moment the only exit for these thugs was cut off by death watch members with blasters fully drawn. Damn it all, it's probably more than likely a 95% chance because no one else would be stupid enough to get involved in death watch business Cel thought to herself before she took the woman's hand.

She had just played a dangerous game, a game of chance, but it was her best chance and it looked like it had paid off. The Mandalorian who was shot down walked slowly and without a word, before he nodded to Cel and walked past her. Cel would look back as she made sure this lady couldn't see her as the man who fired a blaster bolt was trying to plead his case pointing at Cel. Cel would give him a wink before turning back to the woman who saved her. "Thank you so much miss, I really can't say how much you've helped me here" "I had it handled but this just gives me a good reason to get out of here.

Cel would follow her out of the Alleyway before dusting herself off. "So sorry about that miss, thank you for helping me there. I wasn't sure if I was going to make it there, I sure got lucky that that Death Watch guy was flying over the second he missed his shot!" She smiled as she scratched the back of her head.

"Oh you wanted me to fill out a form! she'd say as she pulled out of her bag a small organizer and pulled out a folder labeled 'Form 35-B' "Okay, you wanted me to fill out the form for a public incident? What about the one for the injury of a Mandalorian, I also have form 876-I9 but if you want me to fill out the form for you and me, and the incident, we will have to go back to the tower to get ahold of the form 752-9DL, as I am all out of that form." She smiled at the woman before making a small gasp and straightening out of her red dress, "I'm so sorry, I never introduced myself. I am Cel O'Royal. Supervisor, and next head of transportation here on Keldabe." She would stick her hand out hoping for a handshake as her brain went a thousand miles a minute.

I could also fill out form 45W but that form is way too easy, besides, most Jedi are not brave enough for politics. Her eyes went up and down Varina analyzing her each way that she could, from how she walked to the ease of movement of her feet.
Cel O` Royal


Cel continued to walk down the road as she sang to herself and dodged person after person who was walking the other way until she stopped taking out the listening devices in her ear and her eyes widened. She was looking in a store and there was a beautiful red dress with a slight slit up the side of the leg. She quickly turned around and walked into the store. She was walking up to the person at the counter.

"Yes, I need to know how much that dress in the window is, and do you have any in my size?

The man at the counter spoke some form of native Mandalorian. Cel would nod before raising an eyebrow. "Founding day be damned, 6000 credits is insane for a dress..... fine... I'll take it."

Cel would walk out of that store a few hours later this time in a red dress that went down to just past her knees and a small slit up the side of it as she continued back towards the center of town. As she walked she decided to walk through a back alley, a path she knew was a shortcut and there would surely be fewer people. She would continue humming as she walked gingerly past a few guys who seemed to catch her walking by and eyed her up and down. " Both human, chances of being a threat, 30% based on looks and their sneers she thought to herself as she continued to move. It only was a few more steps before she heard a whistle in front of her as two Zabraks and a rather large Besalisk stood in front of her. It took not even a second to glance at them 90% chance of danger her head shouted. She didn't even talk to them or stare at them for more than a fraction of a second before she turned around only to see the other two humans blocking her way. "No, the odds were in my favor!" she grumbled as one of the humans gave her a strange look like he didn't understand what she was talking about.

"Listen, lady, the odds are still in your favor. We are just here for your protection! It's just gonna cost everything on you for us to let you through, you never know what's gonna happen here on Mandalore. Lots of imperials around, after all, I'm sure one of them may just try to mug you. Better we keep your stuff for safekeeping." said one of the Zabraks

"You can take your protection and shove it up your ass you should know that founding day is like the worse day to even try and commit a crime." Cel would say as her head ran through the numbers and she nodded confirming that it was in fact true. About 75% of crime ended in some type of death on founding day. Probably because the mix of different jurisdictions and people made for the worst combinations.

"Oh man." the Besalisk said. "Biff are you going to just take that? I mean we are trying to do her a favor."

"Right you are Trex" He would slowly walk up to Cel. Cel's eyes darted above and all over the place as she was calculating the best move to make to get out of this. She could feel her heart racing, she knew there was one way out but that was no guarantee either. She watched as the Zabrak pulled out a gun and smiled at her. "That's okay though, because she looks like she's pretty loaded, so it should be pretty obvious, your things, or your life." Cel bit her lip and her hands began to feel a bit clammy. She wished it was that simple, but chances were that if she saw their faces they weren't going to let her live, although if that was the case they could have just shot her already. Her brain was moving a thousand miles a minute at this point as she was trying to figure out the different odds the Zabrax looked at her confused as she wasn't responding. "HEY! I'm talking to you!" he yelled at her, "Do you want to die!?" he started to obviously get agitated.

She looked up at him for a moment, she seemed to lose her own temper as her eyes narrowed, "Listen, you filthy little man. I find it remarkable that you persist in entertaining the idea of deploying that firearm against me while seemingly disregarding the profoundly abysmal probability of your success, estimated at a mere 40%. I implore you to reconsider your ill-fated course of action, lest we both suffer irreparable consequences. It would be prudent for us to terminate this utterly futile engagement so that we may proceed on divergent paths, embracing tranquility rather than perpetuating this needless altercation." in her head she was certain she was right as the man seemed to look at her almost confused.

"Boss, let's get going, best not to draw too much attention!" Trex said

"Yeah I don't know what this lady just said, but just shoot her!" one of the humans responded.

"Yeah, listen here bitch this is your last chance." He pushed the barrel of the blaster now against her head. "Now make a choice I'll give you to the count of 5 before I blow your fucking brains out!"

"I am Cel O` Royal! One of the supervisors of the Mandalorian transportation department! And YOU- "

"I don't care who you are!" He would smack her face with the side of the blaster as she stumbled into the wall. "5!" he said as he pushed the blaster once again against her forehead.

Her hand reached for her vibro-blade for a moment as she heard, "4!" She stopped though, her head had solved the equation, there was an extra variable that she was missing. Her eyes shot up to the sky as she heard the man yell. "3!" It was at this moment that she seemed to have realized he was actually counting. Her eyes finally showed like she caught up to the situation. "2!" the man yelled out and she made her move as she screamed out loud. Loud enough that it made multiple people stop on either end of the alleyway as she ducked and pushed his hand above her head in a mere second as the man fired a blaster in the air, it was loud enough that people were screaming and now even more people were looking in the alleyway as Cel was screaming. And by chance, there was a thud as everyone stopped and turned on one of the streets to see that a Death Watch member had been shot from the back and had fallen onto the street. Everyone went quiet as Trex looked around, "Oh shit! That's not good, that's not good, that's not good!"

Biff looked at what just happened, "No... I didn't it was... her... she pushed my... I wouldn't... Oh no." He'd say with fear in his voice.
Cel O` Royal


Keldabe City, Mandalore
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Cel had been sitting awhile, reading away at her book and taking time to contemplate things when she looked up as the loud music began to rise and even bellow over the ships racing above. "By all that is good in this world, I can't tell you how much I am annoyed by the Mandalorian way of doing things constantly, but... they know how to throw one hell of a party." She'd stand up and close her book and put it in her bag before she started to walk away. Then she'd hear a familiar voice.

"Cel! Cel! Thank goodness you are here."

Cel turned around to see a female Twi`lek who came running up with a clipboard in hand. "Cel, we need your help, your supervisor has disappeared and we need you to check out the numbers and possibilities of the party before it gets out of control!" the Twi`lek yelled trying to get louder than the music.

Her name was Cesal, she was a brown Twi`lek and was relatively new to the bureaucratic system. "Listen, Cesal... I am technically off to-"

"Cel, none of us are ever truly off, now if you don't look at these then who knows what will happen or who will be upset, or who is gonna wind up without a seat!"

"Cesal... if someone winds up without a seat, just get them one." Cel would say a slight bit annoyed by the fact that she was interrupted. But the way Cesal was looking at her made her realize she was Cesal's only hope in this case.

Cel sighed as she took the clipboard. "Thank you so much Cel, I appreciate it and owe you one!"

Cel scanned over the page her brain doing hundreds of calculations in her head, only to be consistently interrupted by the music and people shouting. Cel rolled her eyes as she kept looking over the different numbers. "Your food numbers are insanely low for the main city, you are going to need to do an emergency transport of food from the outer cities or colonies. At this rate you'll run out of food before the party is even over. You didn't think about all the extra diplomats and imperials did you?"

"I'm so sorry, I figured not many imperials would want to come to something on Mandalore, I just figured it'd be a few random diplomats."

"It's fine, Shuror always keeps a small supply of food on hand that should be enough for the transport ships to come and bring you more. You will just have to pay them extra to be able to take it off of their hands." Cel grabbed a pen from her bag and began signing different files. "You'll need to expedite this so you'll want to run form 67-J2 and 34-FT otherwise you'll get bogged down.... or just send someone to go get it, this is Mandalore, and most people just get to do whatever they want, also with this big of a celebration, no one is gonna turn you down in your time of need.... or they do and then you just get a Mandalorian to accompany you."

"Man, how could you do that without a computer or cybernetic enhancements? You're like a human calculator! No... a human computer!" There was a tad bit of jealousy in her voice as she spoke as well but Cel didn't seem to notice.

Cel would blush as she handed the clipboard back. "Not quite, more just like an eidetic memory but the math comes easy you just have to-" Once again Cel was interrupted.

"Yeah, thanks Cel! I appreciate you signing off on it as well! Bye!" The Twi`lek yelled as she walked away. At that moment the music had a slight rest note and Cel could hear her say under her breath. "If only that bitch wasn't a supervisor."

Cel frowned as she spoke softly to herself. "Noted" Cel turned away and began walking to the center of the city again, this time in hopes of finding something to do. She chuckled to herself as she continued to walk away from the tower. "While this city seems like it's chaotic, at least it's always safe." She looked up trying to spot a member of the Death Watch... anywhere that they could be. She shrugged and began to sing quietly to herself as she put some headphones in her ears to try and drown out the music "I bring a light so bright to illuminate the world" she sang quietly to herself as she continued her stroll.
Cel stood there watching everyone walk in and depart from her. She didn't quite mind as she turned to Rask as he spoke. She gave him a smile as he said goodbye and she waved at him. "See ya around, space cowboy" she would say teasingly as she watched him walk away. That was strange, that wasn't just strange that was a little fun. I haven't had that much fun since I was in Chandrilla. She watched Rask walk away as the door slowly closed behind her. She had no interest or need to go into the Mandalore Tower, she had just brought everyone here in hope that they'd bring about a bit of excitement in her life, something to make her feel more alive.

Don't be so shocked Cel, of course they just all left you. You merely were a person for them to get what and where they wanted. Everyone leaves, this isn't new. She began to walk again, this time almost absent mindedly. After walking down the streets of Mandalore, she noticed a window to a messy apartment where two children were throwing clothes at each other while their parent laughed. She seemed to start to space out for a moment as she wasn't focused on the kids but rather the clothes everywhere.

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20 years ago

"CLEAN IT UP! CLEAN IT UP! YOU FILTHY LITTLE BRAT!"

Cel stood I the middle of her room as her nanny, Esmeralda stood at the door screaming at her. She had just been playing with her dolls and hadn't cleaned her room like she was supposed to... by 10 am exactly. Esmeralda stormed into the room as Cel was grabbed by her hair and shoved against the post of her big luxurious bed. "I promise you if you don't clean it up, I will burn everything you have. Then I'll tell your dad that you did it, and guess what? He will believe me! Filthy, filthy child." She would slam young Cel's head against the post, the already tearing up child now was in a full-out sob as her head was hurting. "Stop your crying, you don't know hardship, you don't know a reason to cry," Esmeralda said as she threw Cel to the ground by her hair. Cel would hit the carpeted ground with a thud as she continued to sob uncontrollably but slowly started picking up her things, her room was by no means a mess. In fact, it just looked like a kid's room, with a few toys here and there. A couple of dirty clothes on the ground and maybe the occasional clean clothes folded and put in the wrong area.

"Good, now you clean you dirty rotten brat and hear me when I say this. I know your type, growing up rich and without worry. You just leave everywhere else a mess for others to deal with. Just know that at the end of the day you deserve this. And you'll deserve it when everyone leaves you and you find yourself all alone. And you'll have nothing other than your absolute filth to blame"

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Current day Mandalore

Cel realized she had been staring into this apartment for some time when the mom walked over to the curtains staring a death glare at Cel and closed the blinds. Be more careful, you are on Mandalore, it wouldn't be insane to think that anyone could be armed and ready to fire and kill you. She sighed as she continued to walk as she slowly went back into her thoughts.

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10 years ago, Coruscant
Cel quickly ran up the flights of stairs as she had just heard the news about what happened. She swung open a door to see her friend, a trandoshan, packing a bag. "Claire, I'm so happy for you!! It's your dream job, right?! A junior diplomat for Corellia! " Cel ran over and gave her a hug and her friend hugged her back. "Cel, I'm so happy and excited, I leave literally tonight!"

"Tonight?! But that's so soon!

"Yes, but Cel, listen, when I become a full-fledged diplomat I will finally get to travel the universe going to all the awesome and unique planets that are out there. Meeting so many people! It's going to be a blast!" Claire hugged Cel back tightly before looking at the ground. "But, I hear the training program is pretty intense. It's three weeks without contact with anyone outside of the class."

"That's okay Claire! Let's go out and paint the town then!"

"Cel, I don't think we can, especially with The Night Stalker still at large"

Cel frowned, she had forgotten about that. She had forgotten that there was someone going around and preying on people late at night, it made her sick to her stomach just hiking about it. "Listen, we will stay in, watch a movie and then how about you take me to the jump station tomorrow morning, and when I get to Corellia I'll let you know!"
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Current day, Mandalore
Claire had definitely made it to the jump station but she never did call, or call back. In fact, the one time she finally got a hold of Claire, Claire had told her to leave her alone and let go of the past. "They always leave.

Cel began to think about the last time she saw Claire, and Claire acted like she hardly even knew her. She began to wring her hands a little as she thought about it.

Cel continued to walk now as she found herself going in a circle, not really sure where to go. She seemed to look down at her hands as she looked at how smooth they looked. She thought about how hard it was at times to keep them looking that smooth and keep herself sane.
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17 Years ago Eschann
"Oh you think you are so smart, don't you? Then tell me how do you plan to fix this?" Esmerelda would hold up a broken tiny droid that seemed to be powered down. Cel walked over and looked at it. "Oh... Its operating capacitor is just low if you take a screwdriver and direct energy from its ability to speak to it's operating system, it should be able to work and then you can take it to a repair shop! She smiled as she began to walk away.

"You think your so smart don't you, did you c-"

"Yes Esmerelda, I cleaned my room, washed the dishes, watered the flowers and mopped the floor all before 10. My homework is completely finished and has been notated and turned in, I have waxed the floors and bleached the bathroom as well as re-painted the outside wall. All before 2pm as you requested." She turned back away with a grin, she had finally gotten one over on her.

"You think you are so smart don't you, you brat?" Esmeralda said as she crossed her arms. Cel would turn around feeling a little brave.

"Permit me to assert that I possess an exceptional level of intellectual acuity, surpassing mere intelligence, thereby prompting your apparent misconception, for it seems that the profound disparity in our cognitive capacities eludes your comprehension."
Esmeralda looked at her confused as she spoke "What?" she said.

"Oh let me simplify, I said: Smart? No, I think I'm brilliant, you just think I'm smart because you can't grasp the gap in our intellect." Cel turned back around defiant and feeling like she had just taken down a giant.

"YOU BRAT!" Esmeralda yelled as she stood there not sure what to do. She looked around and grabbed the pan of heating water, she was going to boil the water to make some tea. The water had yet to start boiling but was already steaming and obviously hot. She walked briskly and grabbed Cel by the hair and threw her on the ground. "You want to insult me?!"

"I didn't do anything wrong, I did everything you asked before you even expected me to finish it! Cel said looking at the ground before looking up to see the pan in Esmeralda's hand and her eyes widened. Her head screaming at her she was in danger. As she got up to run Esmaralda grabbed her again this time by her throat. Cel brought a fist back before Esmerlada started yelling.

"Remember what happened last time you fought back! Remember how your father believed me and not you?! Remember how you left a mark and I never do!?" Cel stopped and lowered her fist in defeat as she was shoved against a cabinet. Esmaralda set the pan down and grabbed a hanging mug nearby that was hanging from a hook next to the cabinet and dipped it into the pan before pushing the hot water at the lips of Cel. "You want to talk back, you want to rebel! I'll teach you really quickly why you don't talk back to me!"
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Modern Day, Mandalore
Cel grabbed at her throat as she made a frustrated face. She was so happy to be out of that position and out of that abuse. She thought about how wonderful the day was that Esmaralda got what was coming to her. She smiled to herself as she continued to walk, her life hasn't been all bad though. She has made quite a few friends between the planets that she's worked and now she's working ON Mandalore. Certainly it was a dream for many bureaucrats. She walked back up to the tower, she had gone in a full circle and sat on a bench nearby. Giving a soft smile to a mother and her daughter as they walked by.

She remembered what her dad said "Everyone deserves a second chance, if you can pull someone out of a bad position you should." She smiled, she missed her dad as she looked up and thought about how he ought to be proud of her if he was still alive. "What a journey, I shouldn't act like I'm alone. After all, I often get tired of being around people too much. They just don't usually get me or understand me... that space cowboy though, he read me pretty well. I should keep an eye on that and be careful. She would think about it for a moment and chuckle to herself.

Well if I do see him again, I hope he's not so hard on himself, after all, he seemed nice, and so did the Tuskens oddly enough... and the imperial, it's odd, I almost feel like I miss them. I wonder if we will ever get to see each other again. She shrugged and pulled out her book, she looked at it and once more began reading. But there was a hope inside of her that someone, anyone, that was interesting would interrupt her.
Cel would take in the bright day as she looked around and heard the scream of engines above as more ships raced through the sky. She looked at the two tuskens that Rask pointed out, a tilted head as she watched them. What in the world could tuskens be doing on mandalore? They are far from their home of Tattooine.

Cel would grab her book out of habit and hold it in her hand as if it were her shield to the rest of the world. She began reading from it again for just a moment until she heard Rask speak to her. "Well, I'll do my best to help you find him. Also, remember trouble doesn't find me, I just watch as t-" she was cut off as a crash, a blaster, from behind her, it was enough to make her jump and scream as she jumped behind the Marshal as she grabbed onto his arms. You knew fighting was going on, why would you have stuck here in this place?! That's ridiculous, sloppy, and dumb, imperfect and needs work.

She turned around to look at the imperial talking to them once her brain caught up with analyzing the danger of herself. And you screamed, how pathetic. she thought to herself. Cel finally chimed into the conversation going on her eyes moving to the Imperial sticking his hand out. Her eyes moved up and down as she analyzed him. Less than 5% chance of hostility, I should be okay. She placed her hand into his and shook it gently. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Vice Admiral. The name is Cel. I work with the Department of Transportation, I am sure I can help you. I've already memorized all but 33% of the streets in all of Mandalore and their crossing sections, and 98% of all streets and crossing sections here on Keldabe. So I'm sure wherever you want to go I can assist with." She released his hand as she took a step back to stand next to Rask, You really do come in handy Marshal, it is much easier for me to remain calm when I have someone so tall next to me, gives me a solid amount of time to analyze and determine before I have to act. At least they usually react and interact with him first, he is the more imposing person. Maybe... he's worth keeping around a bit. He was decently quick on the draw, given the frustration on his face shows he was not happy with himself. Refocus Cel! This imperial wants your help, this is a perfect chance. She would stand there giving an innocent smile as she held her book in her hand and slowly put it away as to try and show that she was focused on the conversation at hand.
Cel O' Royal

Keldabe, Mandalore
Cel walked graciously down the road while eating a piece of Uj'alayi in one of her hands, while in the other she held a book written in Omwatese. If anyone was able to read it themselves, they'd see that it was titled ' Physics and Black Holes: How can hyperdrives help us understand black holes. A response to "Hyperdrives and Blackholes" ' She would easily move back and forth dodging different beings of different sizes without even looking up. She seemed to be totally entranced until she heard the screaming of the starfighters above her. That was enough to sort of startle her and look up for a moment before she took a deep breath and a huff before she started walking.

She would sort of grumble slightly to herself about 'improper use of flying lanes, and how this place is going to make her drink herself to death with the lack of bureaucracy' She had to be here now as it was the best place for a job in the area that she could get. She worked herself out of a job in Eshan, then Coruscant had too many... bad memories, and then of course Chandrilla had a different set of issues. Which was new to her, she never had another diplomat be such a hassle to deal with. For people who are supposed to be pacifists, they really could play hardball when it comes to the bureaucratic side of things. She seemingly dodged a Mandalorian who she could feel his gaze upon her as she spun around him. She ignored it though, there was no point in opening dialogue with anyone at the moment. It would waste her time. Besides, the book she was reading was very interesting.

"Happy Founding day!" A human man said as Cel approached him on the side street. She simply smiled at him and kept walking. "Hey!" The man said as he started to walk next to her, "Do you want to grab a drink?" he asked.

"No thank you, I'm not interested. She would say looking up from her book to give him another smile.

"Oh come now, maybe just a quick bite or drink everyone's partying and your reading a book."

"That would be a correct observation." Cel would say as she finally finished her Uj'alayi. She smiled as she now had a second hand free to read her book.

"Look, you just finished your Uj'alayi, let me get you another at least."

Cel stopped obviously annoyed at this man by this point. She could feel the blood rushing to her ears, and her hands. She could hear her heart beating in her ears as well. Her eyes darted up and down the man's body for just a moment. Before sighing. "Fine...

"Awesome! Come this way I know exactly the place! It's a vendor not far from here!"

"Yes, of course. Now I just need to make sure you aren't a criminal of course. Do you have form 58J-2 and form CV-29 to prove that you got here appropriately and have nothing from off-planet that got held up in customs or got through customs? Of course, you'll also need form 38-21X which will tell me that you aren't using this as a work expense, so I know you are actually taking time to spend with me." She'd give him an innocent smile as she kept a thumb in her book as she closed it and gently put her hands behind her back. Her smile was wide and closed, her eyes lifted up as she smiled as well and closed for a moment before they reopened showing her blue eyes.

"Uh...Uh... I think I forgot something and need to go." the man said before walking away.

"Heh, fool, all those forms are so out of date that they probably nearly pre-date space travel." she'd say to herself before beginning to read and walk again. She finally got to the place that was suggested to her by a Gammorian. She raised her eyebrows as she thought about her encounter with the Gammorian, "I'm surprised they allowed Gammorians here, though. I guess they allow the Corellians too... so that's kind of one in the same." She would laugh at her poor taste in jokes and the horrible joke that it was.

Upon entering L4's place, she would confidently make her way to the back of the circular bar, ignoring any stares. The place smelled horribly, it was dirty and caused her to wrinkle her brow for a moment after entering.

"What can I get for you." A droid asked her as she looked up and gave another smile.

"Yeah, can I get Cheedoan whiskey?" She'd ask kindly as a glass was put in front of her with ice cubes as the droid poured a whiskey into it. She sort of looked at the glass and the countertop before taking out a cloth and wiping down the glass before sipping it down.

It didn't take long for another person of note to walk in, a human. Scruffy, approximately in his 40's but very tall. In fact well over a foot taller than herself. Cel would simply shrug and continue to read before she brought out a notepad from her satchel and began to write notes from her book.

A few minutes later she heard blaster fire as her eyes widened and she looked up for a moment, the tall man and the bartender had just shot at one another, and the human had drawn faster. Her eyes examined the room taking into detail each and every face, as she determined if they'd stick around and be a threat or if this was a one-time thing. Of course in Mandalore shootings happened all the time. But it still paid to make sure you knew who seemed excited versus who was outright terrified. She watched carefully watching each person's movements and determining what they may or may not do next.

It took a moment but it appeared most of the crowd had left after the. It was then Cel realized, "Oh there was music, I couldn't even tell." She'd chuckle to herself before going back to her book.

She assumed that the tall man did not mean to harm anyone else from his demeanor and discussion with the clone. It only took a moment for her to go back to reading and writing again before pulling out a form and started to write furiously in it.

She moved her empty glass forward again showing that she wanted more to drink. She sighed as she finished the form, in case anyone had questions she would have the correct form to hand them. She went back to reading again as a man sat next to her.

"So... Tell me, pretty, what are you reading? What got you writing so-"

"I am not interested, I'm here to drink because of the lack of control in this world, and you smell... Sorry, I don't like dirty things." she paused as she looked at the place and seemed slightly disgusted by it but shook her head. It's nothing you can control, know the things you can and can't control, don't panic, this isn't a place for you to be upset about cleanliness. Not in a random bar you've never been to. "I'm sorry, that was very rude of me." She said sounding very sincere

"Oh that's alright sweetie I know you're only jumpy because you aren't sure of being in such a mean place like this." He would put his hand on her back as she seemed to twitch at the touch.

"Just know that I can keep you company and protected." The man would say as his hand slowly started to move down.

Cel would cough before taking a deep breath. "I am inclined towards maintaining a cordial and compassionate demeanor, and hence, it would be quite favorable if I am not compelled to fill yet another form. Therefore, I propose a proposition. You may occupy a seat at a fair distance from me, while I proceed to carry out my activities. Additionally, I shall even extend a friendly gesture of farewell to you when it is time to depart. However, I must emphasize that I do not require any form of security, company, or assistance. It is of utmost importance to me that you maintain a considerable distance from me." She would say calmly as she moved his hand away. "I understand that you may be too inebriated to understand me, so I'll say it like this. Leave me alone. Or I'll scream."

The man looked around realizing that a couple of the other patrons had noticed that something was going on. He would cough and slowly stand up and walk away from her as she turned back around to see if there was anything poured into her glass before going back to her book still ignoring the stares of others and the regulars.


Hi, Yes I am interested very much!
Saveld Koirama


UA


Saveld was running around the school frantically looking for his home room. It had to be here somewhere and he had to be able to get in, after all, he was going to be late! He was running past students and adults alike when he looked behind him and saw some of the newer students going into the dorms that he had already ran out of. But while he wasn't watching where he was going he slammed right into the front of a man in a very nice suit.

"Woah there pal, easy." Said the man softly as he offered a hand. "You must be a new student, your not late so what are you doing running around?." Saveld suddenly looked up at the man who he had ran into.

"Y-Y-Y-Your! YOUR!" Saveld had a hard time getting what was next in his head to come out. He was looking at the 18th ranked hero, Moonlight, not only was he the 18th ranked hero, he was the super genius who rumor has it that anyone who has fought him, when he's had more than 8 hours to prepare, have never laid a finger on him.

"Yes child, I am Moonlight, please. Call me Mr.Geralt though when we are not training as I am your teacher."

Saveld's mouth hit the floor as he looked back and saw another teacher, this time was Anan Kurose. His eyes shot to her walking into the building and then behind her was Eraserhead as well. "They, they, they are heroes too!" Saveld shouted and cheered. "Of course they are heroes young man, you are at UA. What else would you expect? Now then. I'm not sure why you are running around the campus... I-"

"Oh... right, I'm trying to find my first class and home room!" he would say proudly as the teacher chuckled.

"So you are outside trying to find a class inside." Saveld's eyeballs expanded as he realized the gravity of his mistake.

"Oh you are so right! thank you Mr.Geralt! I'll go inside ri-" Akane put a hand up to silence Saveld. "Young man, your classes don't start for at least another 45 minutes. You have time, come on. Why don't we go into the dorms find some of your classmates and then you guys can go to class together." Akane would suggest as Saveld nodded before looking up and seeing a large black man walking into the building. That's darkscythe!!! The number 7 hero!"

Akane chuckled, "Yes, yes it is. he is also a hero and a teacher here. You will find quite a few of those. Come along now." Akane said as he patted Saveld on the back.

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Fukuoka, Japan


The man was running as fas as he could sweat dripping down his face and his whole body as he carried a large duffel bag. Off in the distance you could hear sirens. "Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap! It wasn't supposed to go down like this at all! Everything went wrong! Boss said, no casualties... man why did Jinzoka have to waste that civilian?! Now the heroes will be coming for all of us for sure! And after the horror rumors about where they send us quirk users to prison. No thanks. Thankfully I got out of there and left the rest of them to their devices. I still got 400 millions yen. That's enough to last me for awhile!" The man said as he tore his hoodie off revealing a wife-beater t-shirt that was soaked with sweat. After that he took off his mask as well as he ran into an alley and trashed it.

that's strange that mask was made of tin and other metals, it definitely should have made a louder sound. he thought to himself. Wait. he suddenly stopped and began to stomp on the ground. But as he did no noises could be heard from his stomping.
No, no, no, no. Not him! Okay, calm down, calm down. When he shows i'll use my quirk to send a wave of sweat after him and then use the remaining sweat to surf away! And if that doesn't work I'll reason with him, heroes always have a soft spot somewhere!

And just like that footsteps began to walk down the alley that he had been running down, he could hear them thudding against the concrete and hear the puddles as whoever was coming stepped in them. But there was worse than that. The heartbeat. Each beat that echoed made the man flinch, over and over again. He tried to shout out for mercy, he tried to shout out that he will surrender and give up the money if the man let him go. But nothing came out, there was no sound. But the figure of the hero could be seen.

The man with the duffel bag wasted no time as he looked down seeing a large puddle of his own sweat he shot his hands out as a tidal wave of sweat was sent towards the hero as the man began to slide on the ground using the sweat that he was secreting, but he looked back when he heard the one word. "Stop" the word echoed as his tidal wave was torn to shreds. The next thing he hear was the snapping of fingers. Then before he knew it he hadn't even made it out of the alley before this man had him by his hair, the villain tried to speak only to find a fist in his back that had two hits, the first and then the physical shockwave as the sound of flesh hitting flesh could be heard echoing out... the Villain went limp as he could hear his breathing again and everything around him.

"You've got nothing." The villain said as he chuckled getting a strange look from the #1 hero known as HeartBeat. "Don't look so confused, I'm sure you've noticed the increase in crime lately! You are surrounded, you heroes, all alone on an island, how sad, how pathetic, you don't even realize the groups that are surrounding you. Your like the blind mouse that was unaware of the cat about to de-" As he spoke there was another punch and loud noise as Heartbeat punched the villain in the face and knocked him out cold.

"Stop with the noise." Heartbeat said as Police shortly arrived.

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UA Dorms


Saveld and Akane walked into the building as Akane spoke up. "Hello everyone I hope you are all enjoying your dorms and your time here. Just a reminder your classes actually start in 30 minutes today as it is the first day with a special start time, given so you guys can all get used to your dorms and your space this morning." Akane would be walking around the living room area of the dorm as he made sure to let everyone know about their classes start time.

Saveld would scratch the back of his head. I was apparently running around a lot, so Mr.Geralt asked me to come here to have someone walk me to class so I wasn't running all over the place! there was a moment of silence as Akane and Saveld met each other's gaze. "OH that's right you said not to tell them that so I won't make a bad first impression! Saveld yelled out in the living room as he pointed at Akane who sighed and turned away grabbing the bridge of his nose.

"Well... I guess I blew that, HA. But good news is I have Eraserhead as our home room teacher, Mr.Geralt told me! I had a hard time reading the schedule. Saveld held the not hard to read schedule in his hands as he spoke aloud to anyone who would listen. "I guess I'm apart of a class 1-A! So if your in that class, let me know! I know we have 30 minutes but better to be there early than late! Right?! I think I know where the class is too!"
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