[D3 LM] Wanted, Dead or Dead

[Tyr]

"Sure, I'll give you the grand tour," he offered, "should be entertaining for a few minutes."

[Xal Kimlya]

"I'm just curious if the ship is a reflection of you." he shrugged.

[Tyr]

Tyr swallowed a hunk of meat, in the years since they'd last met, he still hadn't learnt how to chew properly, "huh." He thought about that, thought about the ship, and wondered what they could possibly have in common.

[Xal Kimlya]

"This apartment for instance." Xal gestured to their surroundings. "This is mostly GR8-1's influence. The lab, however, is very much me."

[Tyr]

Tyr nodded, looking around, but not really understanding. He lived a spartan life, ready to move out at a moment’s notice, no anchors or trivialities.

[Xal Kimlya]

"Also, there is still the possibility that I may need to travel off planet." he added. "I'm not sure where some of my research will take me."

[Tyr]

“Well, I’m no taxi service, but if it’s not too far out of my way,” he trailed off, letting the arkanian fill in the implied offer. “I know what you mean, though.”

[Xal Kimlya]

"I'll make sure it's for something interesting." he promised.

[Tyr]

"Too bad I'm not a pilot," Tyr grunted, "I could have had a nicer ship. Not to say that the Midnight Howl is a bad ship, just too much room and not enough guns."

[Xal Kimlya]

"How did you come to have it?"

[Tyr]

"Convenience," Tyr admitted. "Malgus needed me to be able to travel, wanted me to be able to transport associates if they were needed where I was needed. I've been on some of the demilitarised planets, reminding the troops we're pulling out what it looks like to disobey a Sith."

[Xal Kimlya]

He nodded. "Have any given you trouble?"

[Tyr]

Tyr scoffed and dipped his chin as if to indicate to himself, "you think any of them argued?"

[Xal Kimlya]

"Some people have no common sense." he shrugged.

[Tyr]

"True," Tyr agreed, "but they try to make sure soldiers aren't completely stupid."

[Xal Kimlya]

"Hopefully." he agreed. "But, I've met a few who would be questionable."

[Tyr]

"They tend to weed themselves out early," Tyr picked up his glass and drained it, "for the rest, there's me, and they're usually smart enough."

[Xal Kimlya]

"Good." he nodded approvingly. "Was lunch satisfying?"

[Tyr]

"Excellent,"Tyr answered, "could stand to to have been a little bluer, gotta just let it kiss the pan, get a bit of heat to it."

[Xal Kimlya]

"I'll remember that for next time." He made a note on his datapad.