Call me Sarge.
The others do.

victorofmany:

Mag bit his tongue, resisting the urge to argue with the man sitting next to him. He had no love for the Empire, what was once the Republic or the Jedi and would gladly see all three be wiped out of existence. What he did love, though, was a good battle and there was no denying that there had been quite a few of those. In the end, who hasn’t had an employer that they hated? No one he’s ever known.

It was that simple and yet it wasn’t at the same time. So he left it alone.

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He returned the smirk with one of his own and a nod. “I’d think less of you if you did believe it.”

There was a long sigh as he rubbed his temple before sitting up a bit, rolling his head from side to side to relieve stress—if there was any that could actually be reduced from such a motion.

"Glad to know I’m living up to your expectations then, huh?" He smirked, nodding to the other drink in front of him. "You going to tell me more? Or is it something for another place than this?"

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victorofmany:

He huffed out a laugh. “No, it’s not on me to say who is one of the greats.” He tapped on the table with his knuckles and then made a circle on its surface with two fingers. “But you and your brothers have accomplished more and achieved more glory in the last few years than the Mandalorians as a whole have in quite some time.”

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"Me?" That question brought his smirk back in full force. "I’m just a simple man, hoping to bring honor to his family."

That wasn’t the whole truth and they both knew it.

A laugh, bitter and loud, left Boss after Mag spoke. “Glory? You consider being treated as property, tossed to generals who didn’t give a damn about us and passed on from one regime to another glory?” His hand wrapped around the new cup of cider, taking a quick drink from it. “I was a lucky one, able to escape from the hellhole that is the Empire. I’d give anything to free them all from there.”

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He sighed heavily, the pain of his years alive and especially the years after his departure rushing back, two fingers rubbing the bridge of his nose.

“Apologies. Sensitive subject.” He turned his head to look at his companion, offering a weak smirk. “Forgive me if I don’t believe you.”

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victorofmany:

He met the offered hand with one of his own, giving it a firm squeeze and shake. “Mag.” Not his real name, of course, but one he’s grown accustomed to going by while traveling. While gaining notoriety for ones hunts was rarely a bad thing, it did make hunting down prey harder. A good chase is exhilarating but a coward hiding where he could never be found was less so.

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"I had a feeling you might like it; many of the greats before us did, too. They were less likely to admit it, though- not enough of a kick for them to not get teased for it, I think." He’d become a bit fascinated by the clones. Parj loved trying to get a read on the people he ran across in his travels and there was nothing more interesting than trying to pick up on the individual quirks of those who all share the same face.

"A pleasure." Boss let go of the hand before taking his cup, holding it up briefly in a silent toast before finishing off the contents, setting it back in the ring of water it had formed on the bar.

He raised a brow when Mag spoke about the greats, wondering if he had had a few drinks himself. “Not sure you can call me a ‘great.’ At least, not yet. Though, if anybody teased me for my choice of drink, I’d seriously consider drowning them in a vat of it. Only if it was bad enough, though.”

A hand waved over the bartender, asking for another round of the cider and another for his new acquaintance. “What’s your story, Mag? Not many people take an interest in a clone.”

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ltcortez:

He paused. “And we definitely have different definitions of soon.”

Boss sighed and put his hands in front of him. “Alright, alright. I’ll let you finish your work. Come bother me when you’re done, yeah?” He took a few steps forward, smiling and kissing Cortez on the cheek. “Take your time.”

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ltcortez:

Steve shrugged. “Nothing to complain about- nothing worth complaining about, at least. I’m a little hungry but after I can take care of that once I’m off my shift.”

"And when exactly does your shift end, hmm? I mean, by my account, it’s not soon enough but you and I definitely have different timetables."

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victorofmany:

Leaning onto the bar counter in front of him, he nodded. “Consider it a celebration of the defeat of a worthy enemy, a tribute to your many brothers who honorably gave their lives in a war that will never be forgotten and a chance to get your mind off whatever’s bothering you.”

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He tilted his head, slightly. “Though I’ve got a feeling you’re going to need more than one of these for the last one.”

Another long glance was given to the man who already knew his backstory and was offering him drinks without so much offering a name or asking for his. And then he had his face, his posture, his mood read. No details, just a hint.

"Going to need more than one of these for all of those things." He held up the glass, shaking it just barely before getting another drink from it. "At least this is my favorite." He stared at the liquid for another moment before sitting up straight, swiveling himself to the side to face the other and offering a hand. "Boss."

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victorofmany:

Without a word, the man in black armor with gold trimming sat down next to the clone. Helmet in one hand, the other was holding a cup of hard cider that he promptly slid over in front of the other man.

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Haili cetare, vod." That’s all he said, with a small smirk on his face.

It was a time when Boss was out of armor at the cantina; but that didn’t mean he wasn’t prepared should the situation call for defending himself. And he hoped that, as the cup slid in front of him, this wasn’t the beginning of one of those situations.

A brief, untrusting look was given to the man as he looked him over and then the cup, wrapping his hand around it and then taking a drink before nodding in approval and thanks. “Vor’e. You feel like being generous for no reason?”

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ltcortez:

"Here’s something I’ve learned while working with that man over there." He pointed over at James. "He’s usually in his own little world, especially when he’s working out. But the one thing that will always get his attention is someone talking about him. I’m convinced it’s some kind of superpower.”

"Well, when you point at him so blatantly, yeah, you’re going to get his attention." Boss chuckled and pushed Steve’s hand down gently, shaking his head. "You doing fine down here?"

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ltcortez:

"Please don’t encourage him." Steve groaned. "Not that it takes much with him."

"I’m not encouraging him! I’m just stating the facts of what happens on a daily basis down here."

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ltcortez:

That garnered a snort and a roll of Steve’s eyes. “And who would ask you to do such a thing?”

"James? I mean, he’s always over there trying to put on a show… Did I say that?" The smirk turned into a grin. "I mean, always working out."

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