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"Not on purpose, my tall Vod. People meet at places like this all across the galaxy. Not been around much?"

But before the tall mandalorian can speak, he turns to Correll and asks, ruefully "Now can you tell me about this run with the admiral? Or should I have him come over and tell us about it?"

Having lost himself in his drink, Grev looked up and smiled at this pale Krath.

"Ner vod, I always wanted a JV-7, I only managed to get it last year in fact. It looks a bit damaged because it is my offical transport, so took a few trips over Derra way - hence the slight arms damage on the underside. The rest are from a bad docking when my leg started playing up...I was halfway into a small bay on my Liner when the twitch knocked my hand and...well...a shame to say that I scraped a repair crane on the edge of the bay."

Looking around, he saw many familiar faces, Mandro from Derra, Dave from the 4th and Kal, one of the latest recruits going through the trials of the Ori'Ramikade. Turning back to his new friend, he made a general comment.."Seems nice and busy here tonight, I just wish the Mesh'geroya was as busy, its been empty for a while now, ever since Aliit Gav began to disappear..."

"Ah it was the run that brought the Admiral to Krath. Was to pick up supplies that were earmarked for moving and ran a little late. And well the Admiral chastised me rather well as Arlunia will keep pointing out." Correl takes a sip of his water and sighs. "But the worst part was that he was not upset at me just explained to me the importance of timing, but doing that I felt like a truant teenager again." Sighing, Correl leans back and runs his hand through his hair.

Arlunia chuckles contentedly and continues to drink her Klat ale.

"The admiral can come across as a bit of a dad sometimes--probably why he is an admiral." He pauses a moment, trying to recollect, "I can't remember who said it, but somebody once said when we look for a leader we look for our dad."

"Seems nice and busy here tonight, I just wish the Mesh'geroya was as busy, its been empty for a while now, ever since Aliit Gav began to disappear..." Grevendar said.

Qardin chuckles

yeah, it's like everyone followed me here or something. This Gav you speak of, i never heard of him, should i have?" Q asked the admiral, lifing one eyebrow.

"Sorry, sometimes I forget Mando'a isn't spoken by everyone! Aliit means Clan. We had a couple of Clan Gav visiting the Assembly and the Mesh'Geroya every so often. Sadly the clan is now oddly aligned and seems to be under the influence of Black Sun."

The Delta-Class JV-7 Escort Shuttle [BVN] Argo touched down in the docking bay just outside the Tavern.

As he exited from the ship he noticed the high volume of JV-7's docked with his vessel, all of various styling and colour schemes.

The Argo was a simple brilliant white colour scheme with several cosmetic design and hull modifications.

As he wandered toward the Keeto Tavern he pulled out a datapad from his Naval Uniform and began sifting through logistics and recon reports.

Roruk walked into the tavern and looked up from the pad as soon as he passed through the door. He immediately noticed his Fleet Commander sat near the door. He realised the Admiral was here for R&R so he felt a formal salute would be inappropriate.

He walked past the Admiral's table and nodded whilst giving an Informal salute.

"Sir." He said respectfully as he continued to walk to the Bar.

As he made his way toward the bar he saw a few faces he recognised. Mandro Fluke, a Marine Officer who also served in the Derra conflicts and Cadet Dave Zahoff one of his Vod from the 4th Battlegroup.

He walked passed them and shot another informal salute off to the two of them.

"Su cuy'gar!" He called out loudly in Mando'a.

After a few more steps he reached the bar. He looked at the bartender and ordered his drink.

"Ithorian Mist, please."

The Barman nodded and continued to prepare the whiskey for him. Roruk took the drink and sat at a table in the back corner of the tavern.

He returned to his datapad and began to work through the numerous progress reports he had received whilst sipping his drink.

"Time for some R&R..." He sighed to himself.

Zahoff waves as another of his commanding officers enters.

He turns to Arlunia and Correl and asks "Did your commanding officers show up everywhere when you guys were new?"

"Commanding officers?" Correl stammers. "ugh, no commanding officers for me, more like priests and unknown force user." Correl looks confident about that last bit.

"Yeah, but you should have had a keeper from the beginning, boy!" Arlunia chuckles.

"I'd almost rather have the random force users and priests." He says to the pilot, then turning to Arlunia "If it weren't for you, would he be even later then?"