[center][color=#C36241][h1][b]Alric Lann[/b][/h1][/color][/center]

Even for a veteran warrior, it had been a difficult battle. Alric reflected on the siege of Telos IV, likely not to be the only one, as he took a late lunch on the roof of the tenement that served as his temporary barracks. A box of takeout food rested next to his seated position on the roof, along with a cup of caf and his helmet. 

The Mandalorian warrior sighed in relief as he finished his crucial maintenence on the last of his armament. There hadn't been enough time during the siege to attend to his weapons properly, and it was a testament to the inherent durability of his preferred blaster models that they hadn't jammed or worse in the battle. Hell, he'd even run out of specialty ammunition for his rifle, having gone dry on sniper quarrels and grenades sooner than he would have liked. That wasn't a problem anymore with this respite, but judging by scuttlebutt, supply lines were only shrinking. 

And speaking of scuttlebutt, both the MMSes he'd received weren't promising. Alric frowned at the thought as he took a sip of his caf before digging into his lunch of rice, lentils, and mystery meat. The second message had definitely been over private channels, which meant that someone in command had headhunted him. Anyone with his dossier would know that he wasn't a slicer, so that meant whatever this was likely involved heavy combat. Good, if so. Of course, with their manpower situation, it was equally likely that they were selecting warm bodies in desperation to fill out a mission roster. 

Whichever way it went meant little in the end, so long as he was still able to fight. Alric continued to eat his meal, looking over the city from his vantage point on the barracks roof.