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[Riza]

As if she had done it a thousand times prior, Riza entered the armory and found herself at the locker dedicated to holding her armaments. Opening the locker she reached past and over the laminate armor, colored differently many times over it's short life but current a camo-green paint job held to it with false claw marks, made with paint, stretched across the front.

Collecting her blaster she took it over to a bench, leaning down atop in and sitting on one leg as she looked it over quick. Ensuring it had seen no wear or use that she was not yet aware of. Happy with her assessment she shifted off the bench and prepared to make her way over toward the range itself.

[Inali]

Another Chiss entered the room a few moment s later, though to a trained eye you could tell she was no warrior. Nonetheless she made her way to a locker and opened it. A casual observor could see that it was almost empty, a blaster poistol on a belt amd a blast vest the only contents.

Strapping the weapon on Inali took a moment to asjuat it before walking towards the range. A sunny smile was offered to her fellow Chiss, but she didn't speak instead drawing her weapon and bgining to aim down range.

[Riza]

Upon noticing the other Chiss, Riza stopped herself short and tried to make it look as natural as possible. Remaining on the bench she looked over her blaster once more, or at least made it appear so, offering her a chance to observe the other woman as she entered the armory and sought her locker.

Riza watched so long as the other Chiss moved, but when the other approached the range she felt it was high time that she did the same lest her movements appear too suspicious. Finding a place just a few spaces down Riza hoisted her blaster into the ready position, glancing toward her shooting mate of the afternoon while she exhaled long and slow.

[Inali]

The odd behavior of Riza didn't seem to bother Inali in the least as she lined herself up and squeezed off a few rounds. She wasnt bad, but a trained eye could tell she mostly dabbled in this kind of thing.

Glancing at the other woman she offered a wry smile. "Blasters arent really my strong suit." She dipped her head in greeting. "And I dont think we've met. I'm Inali." She added in a cheerful tone.

[Riza]

"Mitth’riza‘sabosen," she said, before taking a few well aimed blaster shots. Though she was hardly a marksman a non-moving target was hardly something challenging for someone as trained as she.

"However, you may call me Riza among this company. What brings you here, Inali?" she questioned.

[Inali]

She probably should of used her full name, but no harm no foul, right? "Work." She glanced towards the target Ruza had shot. "Or something like that."

"I'm a historian or trying to be." The Chiss woman explained. "Rowan and Treya are friends of my folks, and are kind enough to let me on board to help see more of the galaxy."

[Riza]

"Then you are here on behalf of the Ascendancy?" she asked, attempting to hide the importance of the question.

[Inali]

"Ah, no." She shook her head. "It's more of a personal project." Her parents hadn't quite seen eye to eye with the Ascendancy after all.

[Riza]

"Understood," she said, blasting off a few more shots at the target that found their mark.

Lowering her blaster rifle for a moment, flicking a safety, and settling it pointed toward the ground at her waist.

Turning then to her conversation partner, "What history is it that you are so interested in that you wish to devote your life to it then?"

[Inali]

"All of it really." She replied with a light laugh. "Though at the moment I'm concentrating on the history of the Mandolorians. It seems only fitting being on a Mandolorian vessel."

She glanced around the ship. "Though I'll likely only be able to scratch at the surface of it. The history of the clans go back thousands of years after all."

[Riza]

"Broad," she said, shrugging her shoulders. "I almost wonder how you will manage it all in your lifetime alone."

"Though, as for your start, I am certain the Mandalorians will see to it that you are well instructed on their history. Their lot, as I have always believed, are the kind that wish to brag to any ear they might find."

[Inali]

That brought a smrk to her lips, and lowering her pistols she brought a hand up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "That really depends on he Mandolorian, I think you'll find most of Rowan's children have differnt opinionss of bragging."

"you're right though, nmy interests are broad, and i'll likely only ever touch on a portion of it. I just tlike to think that's ha;f the fun though."

[Riza]

"We shall see on that, and your research as well, whatever comes of it" she said, "what is it you hope to accomplish with all of it then? What is the purpose of your work? If you do not mind sating this particular curiosity."

[Inali]

"Well, one Hope's to be able to learn from the past and the various actions that lead to the present. Maybe the Mandolorian's might be able to see their past without the colored glass of their ancestors glory?"

She offered a shrug. "That's my hope at least, no telling I'd anything comes from it."

[Riza]

"Not only do you not work for, but you were not raised within the Ascendancy," she stated, though it certainly could likely have sounded a bit lire a question. Perhaps it even was one.

[Inali]

"Ah." a wry smirk made its way onto the young womans lips. "My parents struck out on their own before I was born, so I really don't have much of any connection with the Asdenancy."

She eyed Rizza for a moment. "I hope that won't be a problem?"

[Riza]

"No, it won't," she replied. Shifting the weight of the firearm as it rested in her grip. "Just an observation that I made. You do not have the... your manner does not reflect a life growing up within the Ascendancy."

She shifted the thought around for a second, "You were raised elsewhere and it shows. That is all, just an observation, I am certain we will learn to work together in the coming days, for when we must," she said, half turning back toward the firing range.

[Inali]

Inali nodded, as long as they could work together, what did the details matter? Right? "Yeah, I did most of my growing up in a small freighter, traveling parts of the outer rim."

"I suppose that does give you some different mannerisms."

[Riza]

"Were you at least taught our language?" she asked, in the language of the Chiss.

[Inali]

"Yup!" She offered cheerfully. "I'm a bit..." There was a short pause, as she tried to remember the right word "Rusty? Though, I don't speak it too often."