Clan Laerrin

"Seems like a waste most of the time," Orella mentioned, "And just holding the blaster, pulling the trigger. Putting someone down isn't like shooting at the range at all."

"I've fought before," Orella replied, "But I've never been at ease with the whole idea."

" We certainly made our own, though I'd say the more accurate ones are those made by more scholarly-focused societies. We have a tendency to embellish details for the sake of glory. " She left out the whole 'covering up war crimes' aspect too. Orella shrugged. " You can look over the ...

" Hey, at least they managed to get the movie out there, right? " Orella remarked with a small smile. She went up to a drawer and started to peruse her own collection. " We could watch a documentary or something a bit more fun. Gosh, I've watched too many Mandalorian flicks of both va...

"Night operation, actually. We need to check in with the other clans first." Orella left the alcohol for the time being and stood by the couch. "We could watch something from my collection if you like."

Orella came into the lounge and went for the bar. She fingered through the bottles and then sighed. "Is it too soon to take a 'pre-battle' shot, vod?" she asked over her shoulder. She then turned around and glanced over to the holoplayer. "What's on?"

"I see," Orella said, "I have to admit, I don't really drink too often. In fact, it's only when I have to make appearances."

"Makes me wonder what my mother was capable of when she was my age," Orella admitted. She took the waffles and began scarfing them down. "I missed some sort of after-party, then? Well, not like an after-party, but like... a meetup after a party."

"They had the energy to do so?" Orella asked. She sipped on the caff and then watched Rose go. "You have the energy to do that?"

Orella's eyes lit up. "Are there anymore?" she asked, "Oh, I wasn't thinking about food until now." She rested her head against the doorway. "I've just been lying around here."

Orella, dressed in her poofy pajamas, opened the door. She was certainly much worse for wear, hair everywhere, eyes drooping. "Caff?" she asked, sniffing at the mugs. "Oh, I hope that helps."

"Big sis?" Orella asked over the comm, "Kairi?" After a few moments, she shut her eyes hard and bit down on her lip.

"Just hang in there," she muttered before donning her helmet. She checked the feed on her wrist and then made her way for the hangar.

Orella went to her locker and retrieved her authentic beskar'gam. The plates were colored in olive green over a black body glove. She stripped down without much thought, used to it from times of war. Apparently she didn't share the same sentiment as Axel. "Looks like we'll just need to focus on...

Orella nodded and continued to navigate them around. With coordination with her mother, she was able to lock out any potential assailants on the way to the armory...

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Go ahead and move into Riza's thread now.

Orella placed a hand onto Axel's shoulder to get him to halt. She pointed at the screen on her wrist, showing a few gangsters on the display. Without saying a word, she made a turn in their direction. A long way around, but she wanted to get by without any distractions.

Orella held up the blaster pistol with one hand and looked to her other. Right now, it was mainly for her wrist computer, but she waved her fingers.

"Do you think I should try out two pistols?" she asked. She then shook her head. "Nevermind, we should get moving. What's the play?"

"I couldn't say," Orella admitted, "I'm not a tactician." She checked the sight of her WESTAR-35 and then nodded. "We'll just have to hope we can even the odds with the weaponry from the armory.

"I won't question the reasoning right now," Orella said. She went back into the room and grabbed a few zip ties. "Help me with this. We'll shove him in a locker and lock the door afterwards."

"Armoy. We'll have to assess the situation after we get better equipment." Orella sighed. "Hopefully no casualties come up on comms." Orella stepped outside after clearing it and pointed at the man. "I heard what happened," she said. She gave him a soft smile. "I'm...

"I can try to get the cameras back online," Orella noted. She picked up her pistol too and headed to the door. "You shouldn't be going alone though."