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Sabine stood by, no armor this time, only fatigues, waiting for her Mandalorian friend to arrive. Apparently they were to meet the Last Toboga... with another Toboga. Sounds like a screwed up clan.

He was being held in a room that was essentially a barracks room, but there was a clear energy wall. He glanced over, “Well good kriffin’ mornin’. Come to bring me my mornin’ meal? How nice of you, but I am pretty sure I told you everything, oh but that one super secret thing!”

The republic compound seemed as stuffy as ever. People rushing around, pushing pencils and paperwork. Craw roamed the halls with only a slight limp from a sprained ankle and a tired face. All in all you'd never guess he just survived a spaceship crash. He stopped outside the holding cell, a sort of curiosity apparent on his face. So another Toboga, eh? Seems like the galaxy just can't get rid of us... He chuckled silently to himself as he stepped in...

Sabine looked at the man. "Are you such a kriffhole to everyone, or am I special here?" She sighed and stood next to the wall, waiting for the other Last Toboga to arrive. "Brought you a visitor."

She saw her guest arrive, seeing the other Mandalorian for the first time.

Wow, that is a face I could punch right now.

"Hey. Sergeant Sabine Kryze, Republic military. Caught this fellow the other day, when he decided not to be a child killer. Nai mentioned you might be related?"

“A visitor? This isn’t a leggy twi’lek with large tracts of land…” Davin responded.

“Being stuck in here is a little boring, so who is this?”

"No strippers for you, and Venus is being kept in lock up." She sighed. Men.

"He's another Toboga. I can see the resemblance."

"Craw Toboga. No rank." He said to Sabine, grinning tiredly. Craw looked at the man inside the cell. Well the resemblance is strong enough... He thought to himsef.

"We'll find out if Nai's right, then." He nodded. "Jesus knows Tobogas are rare enough these days..."

He turned toward Davin and raised his hand. "Name's Craw Toboga, old timer. I'm told we're related?"

Davin frowned and looked the man over and then shook his head and replied, “Another Toboga, guess you survived your mother. I figured you might, and damn you grew up. I must have missed a few birthdays, what are you twelve… fifteen? I’ll buy you some Zeltronian whiskey? Sound good kid?”

He looked at Sabine, “This ain’t just any Toboga, its my nephew… well kriff, we ain’t hugging though. Now speaking of Venus, make sure she get’s oiled… and be real gentle with it, real soothing. Whisper with that pretty mouth,” he chuckled.

“Well Craw, what brings you to the wrong arse end of the galaxy, don’t tell me you’re old enough to be out doing merc work…”

Sabine shuddered. "I am not touching the stripper gun." She stated quite strongly, then hung back, allowing the men to talk."

“I’d slap your mouth, Venus is not a stripper, she’s a strong independent blaster rifle. She’s dignified like a princess, and vicious like a queen, besides I have known some strippers and they are some of the best people you could know, miss tight britches,” he responded.

“Looking down on strippers, everyone’s got to make a living.”

"You're my uncle, huh? Well nice to meetcha I guess." Craw said, his face neutral. "And you could say you missed a few birthdays, yeah. I'm 27. Working here on a republic contract..." He looked between Sabine and Davin. "Also what's this about a stripper gun?"

“His gun is named Venus. Classic stripper name.” Was her only response.

Sabine Kryze wrote:“His gun is named Venus. Classic stripper name.” Was her only response.

“See there you go assumin’, and piss and blood 27… that can’t be right. Remember you were born it was like what ten years ago? Maybe? Well kriff you’re 27 I’ll jus owe you one for birthday gifts,” Davin replied.

Craw Shaked his head and chuckled. "And what have you been doing these last 27 years to get your sense of time so mixed up?"

“Well you would be surprised at how many punches to the face man can have after twenty-seven years… been knifed, took a flechette round, hell I guess it was ten years ago, bits are still in there. Explosions… set on fire, survived more crashes than a man ought to have,” he replied.

“Got married… thrice. No kids… never worked out, well except for Venus, the real Venus, sweetest twi’lek you ever met,” he said, thinking back.

“Well maybe there’s a kid, you see any twi’leks that look like me, you might want to ask em’ who their pops was first,” he finished.

"I have plenty of experience on getting hit in the face... Maybe it's a family fault?" Craw chuckled. He paused, before looking at Davin, his face serious now. "How'd you get yourself in here anyway? I heard something about shooting kids?"

“I was working for Kryze, glory is good to an old man like me, but when you start shooting kids or all that weird stuff, count me out. Ain’t no honor in shooting folks that don’t have the know all to shoot back,” he responded.

“But as you know, no good deed goes unpunished so I got shot in the gut and given these roomy accommodations with mistress Rancor Face as my jailer.”

Craw nods sympathetically. "How long they got you in here for?"

“I don’t know… figure a few days, then I might get a work release… probably too much hassle to keep me locked up and have a few folks watch me and sending me back to Coruscant or wherever don’t seem feasible. Plus it’s not like they going to shoot me. Just ain’t Republic style,” he responded.

“So keep Venus oiled up, she gonna get a lot more work in the coming days.”

OOC: Starting session 2, Davin Toboga, will be a Veteran Redshirt.

Craw shrugged. "Well that's good. Some glory in it for you yet. Guess I'll see you on the battlefield then. Though you should meet my crew, I know at least one person on it who'd like to meet another Toboga."

Craw Toboga wrote:Craw shrugged. "Well that's good. Some glory in it for you yet. Guess I'll see you on the battlefield then. Though you should meet my crew, I know at least one person on it who'd like to meet another Toboga."

“Fancy, my nephew got a crew… that’s my boy. Sure I will meet with them, once Stone Face let’s me out and I see how bad they treated Venus,” Davin replied with a nod.

"I guess I should be glad you're only looking at my face. Besides, I don't have any ways to open this." She gestured at the wall. "I'll make sure you get your gun back. Not your stripper though. That one is up to you, not me."

Sabine Kryze wrote:"I guess I should be glad you're only looking at my face. Besides, I don't have any ways to open this." She gestured at the wall. "I'll make sure you get your gun back. Not your stripper though. That one is up to you, not me."

"Ain't got much to look at anyways," he replied.

"Just tell Venus, papa will be along soon."

"...please don't tell me you consider it a child. That is messed up." She let the insult fly by, uncaring.

Craw chuckled as he moved to leave the room. "Well I'll leave you two to your fun. I got a doctor's visit to schedule." He left with a wave..

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