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Overlord - Mors Inimicos Nostros

"Well to us it is. This is what our creators build. What our friends fight for. What our people aspire to be! You can't say we shouldn't take pride in our origins, and family." Quinn replied as he leaned over the edge of the balcony that they were on. He hummed a tune to himself quietly but otherwise stayed silent. He just simply lacked for anything of real depth to say on the matter. He wasn't a big officer, he wasn't the Emperor's guard. He was just Quinn a soldier in the grand scheme of things. To say otherwise was just a simple betrayal of his actual station. This Greater Being among them didn't look like he was so great. He just was so sour. If he disliked their way of talking that was his problem at the end of the day. This was their home after all.

Star Wars: A Veiled Threat

"Greetings commander. I hope you're not intending to send us all to an early grave. On my pride as a bounty hunter I'll give you my all. I'll go where you need me. Just say so, and the target dies...or not. That's up to you, and how much your bosses are paying. Disintegration takes less effort." Valter Rook said to their new leader. He was loud...annoying...and she didn't seem to care much about proper military command. He wouldn't get anywhere further up the rank if what he thought was correct. But it wasn't his place to judge the Republic's inept standards of leadership. Valter was intending to get this job done as quick as humanly possible. If not he was probably going to be here for awhile anyway. As long as the credits are good Valter had no issues doing what needed to be done. He had turned his attention away from the bothersome members of the group in order to focus more on the task at hand.

Star Wars: A Veiled Threat

"I don't take offense easy. Just when people who don't know anything about me, or my people call us trash to our faces. I'm not trying to get under your skin miss. I have a job to do, and I just want to do it. I've seen what Hutts do to people first hand. I'm not going to pretend I'm the honorable sort. But I have my pride in what I do, and who I am. No less than you I would hope. Was there some reason you're poking on me? Lot more friendly people here than me. Probably better conversationalist. If you wanted to know about Mandalorians then ask otherwise I don't got much to say about anything." Valter said trying to cool himself down as he gestured at the republic soldiers around them. "We're on official business anyways. Just keep that in mind I don't want to cause problems with that, and I'm sure no one wants to hear me gibber on." Rook finished as he looked around he wanted to get moving. Or least away from these people. Couldn't they just put him somewhere where he could do his job and be done with it? He wasn't eager to kill people here but he wanted to actually do what he was hired for. A job was a job like he said.

Star Wars: A Veiled Threat

"You're lucky I got a contract signed..." growled Valter as he resisted the urge to pull his gun on his own ally. He may not be a true mandalorian but there was one thing he valued above all others: his pride of being one. There were people who died for less in his line of work to flatly come forward, and to talk trash to him like that was going too far. In a less civilized part of the galaxy there would be blood for insulting a man's entire culture. What he had said about Ryloth had been said just for trash talk just like they had done to him. "Just get out of my face, don't tell me how to do my blasted job, and leave me alone. Then we won't complicate things further." spitted out Valter bitterly as he gripped his weapon tightly.

Star Wars: A Veiled Threat

"Oh who's the leader?"

"Let's make the former hutt mercenary in charge of the mission!"

said no one ever.

Overlord - Mors Inimicos Nostros

I guess silver guards find you in the village and bring you back to the castle

Star Wars: A Veiled Threat

"A job is a job. Money is money. Self evident things like that shouldn't need to be said. As long as they put up their end of the bargain I have no need to complain about them hiring me." Valter's voice came out warped by his helmet's speakers. He looked down at the twilek. Though she couldn't see his face he gave a coy grin, and stifled any chuckle. "Big talk coming from a twiliek though. You know your kind doesn't do themselves any favors. How many times has Ryloth been conquered, or enslaved at this point in time? I'm not a historian, and I'm not a fan of the idea of turning this whole deal we got going to bantha dirt over something petty. Keep trash talk for when we're off duty. We got a job to do. Joker types get shot first because they don't spend the time to look over their shoulder." Valter told her as he turned back to his job of being a glorified guard. He remembered all those slave girls in Voja's palace on Nar Shadda. Pitiful creatures who were in a far more bleak situation then he'd like to admit. This girl wouldn't fair well in the outer rim. Especially Hutt space. He hoped she would never have to figure that out for her sake. "We should get moving to somewhere safer. Talk can come once we're secure. I know we're in a good place now but open spaces make me uneasy." commented Valter calmly but what he was offering was more of a suggestion than anything else.

Star Wars: A Veiled Threat

Valter kept quiet as he looked around scanning for possible hostile targets finding none he turned his attention back down to the group. He saw two new possible allies in this endeavor as he held his rifle in his hands waiting for his escort to do the talking. It wasn't his place to say anything, nor was he likely going to be asked to talk. People respected that brown armor now of days. The symbol of republic's old roots in rebellion. He wasn't born in that era but he heard the war stories from his older Mandalorian friends. He scanned the new pilot he seemed like the same hot shot pilot that got laid out in Nar Shadda's Pazzak rings. Or the guys the Hutts hired to fuck around with the New Republic Customs Office. Nothing too serious not anything to worry about. He hoped his presence, and his armor would be a signal to any would be trouble makers that any signs of a fight would be trouble. Back on Nal Hutta a group of Rodians backed off when they saw him with an escort of Moka the Hutt's entourage. That jobbed paid well, and not one was stupid to mess with a Mandalorian. The Legends of Boba Fett, and the Clones still were alive in the minds of those who cared to remember. Mandalorians were mostly gone but not completely.

Overlord - Mors Inimicos Nostros

Alright I'll let it through.

Overlord - Mors Inimicos Nostros

@Salvia Increase Speed, Full Sprint is strange on a non melee oriented mage user. I know speed boosting is a generally good thing to have but it doesn't warrant much having it on a green mage who has no application as a war wizard.

Bard is a rogue specialization.

Melody of Life is too strong turning a person unkillable even for 30 seconds is basically 'get out of jail free card'