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Mirdala Naast leans back in his chair at the security system on his ship, glaring at the screen then starts typing again. “You’s already know who I am. I hear da names behind my back you’s wimps call me, not impressin’ me either! Others have da courage to say osi'kyr to my face.” Gives an amused smile thinking of those he has encountered in his time on planet Gaia. “To those who have da courage ta say what they mean, Oya!”“For those just meetin’ me, I’m Mandalorian. Adopted as an infant by my parents an’ raised on Mandalor as Mandalorian. I live da Resol'nare. My armor I wear is made from beskar.” Stops typing and scowls checking the security systems then rolls his eyes sending out a droid to deal with the trespasser to the shipyard. He chuckles watching the droid beat up then stuff the trespasser into the trash compactor, then turns his attention back to the screen. “After meeting da boss man and hangin’ around ta work for him, I learned who da family I’d been kidnapped away from as an infant was. Not anythin’ I care ta go inta detail about, I’ll just say da man who kidnapped me, my Jedi birth father was sent ta the meat grinder and my Sith birth mother came back from da dead, with her cats!” Gives an eye roll huffing then continues to type as he smiles, “I learned I’ve a half sister and a’ niece who has a’ adorable little girl! I could continue about my great niece, but I should mention that my half sister is da boss man’s wife.” Gives another eye roll and groans. “You’s want drama? There you’s have it! Da boss man’s so cheap he won’t pay for da repairs for his ship ta get off planet Gaia!” He huffs adding, “Not that he could pay for them if he wanted ta!”
Leans back again in his chair watching the security systems, chuckling at some the wimps in the temple, then notices something in the cantina and shakes his head grumbling, “Great, da sisters are in there again! With my mum! Wayii!” He gave a deep sigh then rested his forehead on the desk. The two sisters and his Sith mother got along very well. Perhaps due to all three enjoyed giving Daddicus, or anyone they felt like hell. The sisters were trouble makers and drank too much, especially his private collection he tried to keep hidden from them. Not that the Mandalorian would tell the two sisters, but there was respect there for them. Partially due to having worked together off and on through the years, but mainly because they could agree to disagree and not kill each other. Yet he always thought there was something about the younger sister that was a bit off. Giving a whistle then laughing, he watched with amusement as she came back into the cantina with one of her “pets”, “Kaysh mirsh solus!” Face palming as he watched her bring a giant toad into the cantina then shook his head and the pet hopped and crushed tables and chairs, then jumped to the bar, “Not da bar… again!” he groaned. Once again the younger sister did not disprove she was trouble; she once again let one of her pets damage the cantina as well as drink half a dozen bottles of rum and six ne'tra gal, and her sister downed twelve bottles of tequila and smoked all the spice in the bar, as well as both sold contraband in the bar. “Those two make more than da boss man!” he laughed making another order for top shelf alcohol, ordering an extra crate for the sisters. Again not that he would ever tell them he did order extra for them, not when their reactions when he complained was very funny. Ordering more spice he chuckled finishing his order with an amused chuckle.
Disconnecting his hidden computer link to the Temple’s security systems, he smirked moving to set in the course needed with his navigation computer. He would not be gone long enough to be missed. Combining the order pickup with delivering in a few cases of weapons to pirates, that annoyed the hell out of him, but paid rather nicely, was a win win scenario for the Mandalorian. Smirking as he put on his helmet and answered the com, “You’s want da bar ta have nothin’ in it boss man, you’s goin’ ta have ta deal with a riot! You’s can survive without me for me ta go get the order boss man!” Disconnecting the link, he chuckled knowing ending the call before the sith could complain more would annoy Daddicus. Shaking his head he muttered, “Cheap a** Sith should be hung from da ceilin’ in da Temple an’ used as a pinjata!”
The Mandalorian bounty hunter gave a laugh as he hit hyperspace, “How little that Sith an’ everyone else on planet Gaia knows about me!”
Translation;
s**t,
Means many things- always positive and triumphant, in this case it means, “Hoorah!”,
Six Actions, the tenets of Mando life,
Mandalorian iron,
Good grief! General exclamation of surprise, good or bad,
He's an idiot, lit. his brain cell is lonely,
Black ale - sweet, almost spicy black beer similar to milk stout,
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I know we live miles apart, but perhaps you'd like to come over for some pasta one night! razz