Even as he ran forward, Garen made a decision. He knew that the stormtroopers wouldn't let him get to Alaris, even if it cost them their lives. Well, so. He'd just have to kill them all, then. As Garen charged forward, he finally spoke. Or rather, yelled, a terrible primal yell as he closed the last...

"That's certainly true." Garen rumbled, chuckling softly once more. Even as he did, he studied Raven, his eyes curious.

At her question, he nodded. "Please. Go ahead." He gave a little encouraging wave of his hand, before crossing his arms again, a casual pose.

Garen was far from silent as he charged forward, his armor rattling (albeit less than it seemed like it should), and his heavy footsteps pounding on the ground. Still, there was no battlecry on his lips. Perhaps he would speak when his hammer first struck a foe. ... 2 maneuvers to move up, not engag...

Garen tilted his head as he considered. "It's not silly at all." He said first thing, even as he continued to think. From there, he was silent a few moments, his gaze distant. Then he nodded, as if to himself. "I didn't grow up in the Mandalorian culture like a lot of you did. But I've studied it. S...

Garen chuckled. "Well, there's that." He sighed pleasantly. "But I also find that bright and early is when the mind and body are freshest, and best for this sort of work. And for fighting, actually." He chuckled again, shaking his head. "I felt different when I was younger, though." He looked at Rav...

Garen frowned, his hand steady as he made a last adjustment to the piece he was working on. He couldn't break his attention, not even to say hello to a fellow Mandalorian, or it could damage it. Finally, satisfied, he pulled his hands away. taking a deep breath. He turned to Raven, flashing a brief ...

While Garen had the honor of sometimes being allowed to work in the forge, it wasn't worth interrupting the Forgemaster's work for little jobs. And there were a lot of little jobs, the hundreds of little improvements that needed to be done to bring a piece of equipment from near perfect to, well, a ...

Garen was there, because the colonel was there, which meant his daughter might be there. Which meant a lot of people were going to get hit by a hammer. D7, Unresolved Tension, cool init : 2eA 2 successes, 1 advantage https://orokos.com/roll/images/eote/a-s-s.png https://orokos.com/roll/images/eote/a...

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"Thank you, Mandalore." Garen took a deep breath as he nodded. For a few moments, he was silent. Then he nodded again. "I shall report regularly. Let me know if I should send any special messages, eh?" Garen chuckled roughly. "I almost can't believe Alaris thought we wouldn't kill him for this, but ...

"It is." Garen said, nodding firmly.

He straightened, sitting up in his chair. "I only ask that I be allowed to join any rescue attempt. Because Valeria knows me..." Garen's expression grew dark, "-and because I want to kill that bastard Alaris myself."

Garen just gave Mayrelli a nod. She was there, she deserved to know. "I understand. Yes. Thank you." Garen's voice was firm, and he nodded. This was why they followed him... Creaking a little, and not just his armor, Garen sat as directed. "She... was from my old life. I've told you about my time wi...

Garen cast a curious look back towards Irizka as they left, but that was Raven's business, not his. Not exactly. "Mandalore." Garen greeted the other man, reaching up to pull his helmet off; he hadn't even removed it since coming back yet. "The meeting with the Empire didn't go well. There wasn't an...

(Mandalore's quarters) There would be no time to waste. As soon as he'd returned from his trip, Garen tucked the commlink safely away in his room. He'd examine it carefully later, make sure it was exactly what that damn Imperial had claimed it was. From there, to Mandalore's quarters. He banged on t...

And with that, Garen would begin the trek back. As ground crunched under his booted feet, Garen thought. He wouldn't do it, of course, at least not the way Alaris wanted. Just enough to keep Valeria safe. Perhaps Alaris would realize that not everything had gone to plan just as Garen's hands wrapped...

Garen glanced around, left then right. It wouldn't do to swear that he was going to kill them all, not with the stormtroopers within earshot. He'd just have to do it mentally.

He stepped out. "I'm done." He said, his voice firm as he addressed the stormtroopers.

Garen stared silently at the holo for a few moments. Then he turned, reaching for the compartment. He would take the holo into his hand just as wordlessly as he did everything else, returning to stare silently at the holo once more.

"Valeria...!" Garen gasped. His hand reached up briefly, as though he might touch the holo. Of course, if he did, he knew it would be nothing more than light and air. Slowly, he lowered his hand as she stepped away. It came to rest at his side, a clenched fist. "Speak." He said, his voice even rough...

Garen didn't say anything, but his head did turn a bit more sharply as he looked from speaker to speaker, clearly following the conversation intently. At least, clearly if you were used to following the helmeted body language of Mandalorians.

"That would make us old associates, then." Garen said, his gravelly tone a bit dry. "Friends are someone you share a drink or a fond memory with. I don't think we've ever done the former, and if you can think of the latter, well, I'd love to hear it." Underneath the helmet, Garen frowned. Let him kn...