[D0 MM] Stomping Grounds

[Tyr]

Tyr crudely shouldered his way between the tables, scowling about the lack of room. His tail was weighed down by the thermal cloak, and that was probably a good thing, lest he sweep someone's meal right into their lap. Grunting, "shame, but I'll try on your new formula if you need a subject."

[Xal Kimlya]

"I believe I have a few subjects lined up, but I'll keep that in mind." He sat down. "If possible, I may give you some to test on your own."

[Tyr]

Tyr rubbed his paws together, "my priorities haven't changed," he said, "strength over speed, endurance over smarts."

[Xal Kimlya]

"Well, I know I can give you a temporary boost, at least." He nodded. He turned to the droid. "Add the vigor ingredients to the list."

[Tyr]

"Vigor I have plenty of," Tyr quipped, perusing the menu.

[Xal Kimlya]

It was a fairly simple menu with standard fare. It did have a few meat dishes, promising real meat of an unspecified origin.

"It doesn't hurt to have a little more, from time to time." he shrugged.

[Tyr]

Tyr chuckled, it sounded like river stones grating against one another. He picked out the simplest meat dish, he didn’t care much where the meat came from, if they were able to get the texture right. “What have you been doing since I last saw you?”

[Xal Kimlya]

"What I always do. Work." he answered. "Much of it wasn't mine, unfortunately. But, I've been able to outfit my personal lab to my liking."

[Tyr]

“Good, good to see they kept you busy.” Tyr had more intellect than he rightly knew what do with, and busy kept him from thinking too much. Thinking made him feel bored and listless, better to be busy.

[Xal Kimlya]

"Definitely." he agreed. "Anything is better than nothing. What about you? What have you been doing?"

[Tyr]

“Not enough,” Tyr grumbled. “Since the peace thing,” Tyr waved his hand dismissively, “there hasn’t been much for me to do. I mostly stand around and look mean. If someone wants to fight bad enough, they get to fight me instead.” Imperial discipline was an impressive thing, there had been very little resistance to the ceasefire orders. A lot of muttering under the breath, but no push back.

[Xal Kimlya]

"That's been frustrating, I imagine." he nodded. "But, you may find some excitement here. There are a lot of people coming In."

[Tyr]

"It is what it is," Tyr picked up the water glass and drank the lot, setting the glass back down a little too hard, making a loud noise as he did. "It's a big galaxy, always someone who needs the hard word."

[Xal Kimlya]

"Very true." he agreed. "But, we should all enjoy what we do. I'll let you know, if I hear of anything that might interest you."

[Tyr]

Tyr grunted, “same.” After a long pause, the shistavanen finally deigned to look at Xal’s droid companion, expression inscrutable. He turned his golden eyes back to the alchemist, “so that’s your type, huh?”

[Xal Kimlya]

"Type of droid? I suppose." he shrugged. "GR8-1 was designed to maintain an extensive database and perform detailed analysis. It does that well."

"When he lets me." the droid spoke up. "Xal prefers to do everything himself and just sends me on errands."

[Tyr]

Tyr raised a brow, “can’t see the forest for the trees. It’s a very... unique droid.”

[Xal Kimlya]

"Thank you." The droid responded. "I've worked hard to refine my design."

"It has a very strong personality." Xal sighed. "My father wanted it to be able to challenge me."

[Tyr]

"I bet you worked ...hard," Tyr commented suggestively.

[Xal Kimlya]

"As have you, to hone your body." GR8-1 nodded.