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Mercenary | Feral | Ruthless | Speaks very little Basic | 5โ8โ | Clan Isyrr | Clan of one | Fighting to survive | Vying to reclaim lost honor
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Ymir had not been conscious very long, but they at least had the time to vent their fury upon discovering their missing helmet, vambraces, and weaponry. What was once a relatively orderly prison cell had been reduced to a cluttered wreck, as anything loose was strewn across the โ
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In times of strife and turmoil, the life of a pirate was lucrative. It didnโt take more than a stone's toss to find freighter convoys dashing here and there across battle lines, loaded to the brim with all variety of supplies, equipment, whatever it took to ... 1/6
unique.
Of course, they were a little offended when they were not recognized in term. Sure, Alax had not seen their face before, but as a Mandalorian they assumed others could name others by the patterns of their armor. Their frustration manifested as a headbutt to the bars to โ
While the medic began to pack his things, Ymir rose to their feet and inspected their arm. If still hurt to move, but it was no longer continuously bleeding. Rather than risking the fresh stitches by testing their armโs mobility, they lowered it to rest at their side. They โ
turned their attention to read what Alax had typed just as the credit chip was slipped into their breastplate.
Their head tilted to try and see what had been tucked into their armor, which resulted in the chin of their helm tapping the top of their breastplate. Confirming it โ
As painful as removing a sharp piece of metal was, Ymir managed to stay stoic other than for a quiet grunt when the piece was pulled free. It was the antiseptic that warranted more of a reaction from them. Despite their best efforts, and all their bracing and tensing when first โ
they saw the bottle, Ymir flinched at its application. โShabuir,โ they hissed, before falling silent again as they bacta was applied.
When all way done, they held the datapad between them and Alax and read the otherโs question. At least they knew how to answer verbally in this โ
It brought the Mandalorian some comfort in having all the unnecessary backup leave, at least enough so they were no longer keeping their hand primed to draw their dagger. Following Alaxโs gesture, the Mirialan seated themself and, after cautiously eyeing the medic, looked down โ
to their left bicep. The entire upper half of their sleeve was stained almost black, and the blood that ran down their arm had stained streaks into the fabric. The who flight suit would need replacing, but they had spares.
Given the state of the suit, they were not shy about โ
Ymir followed, wary of how many blasters could be turned on the at a momentโs notice. While the axe was secured in a leather loop on their belt, the kukri was sheathed on their left hip, which their hand hovered ever close to in case things fell apart. If push came to shove, โ
Ymir had plenty of tricks and gadgets up their sleeves to even the playing field โ or at least take as many down with them as possible.
But it did not come to violence. Nobody else needed to be dismembered. They eyed the medic and the supplies, before glancing Alaxโs way. They โ
At first they heard the name and thought it a pair of unfamiliar words, but then they recognized the outreached hand as an introduction. Thinking it best to be polite and keep as much of their blood off of Alax as possible, they slipped off their right glove. Sure enough there โ