“Look, you know what happens when you stuff your face with those things. “Maybe it’s nothing confidential.” Scorch could smell the pungent spice on the nuts from across the room. “You’d think they’d have the sense to wear their buckets and use the internal comlink.” “I can lip-read Mando’a just fine, mir’sheb. “I thought you said you could lip-read,” Sev said, munching on a handful of spiced warra nuts. It was a weird thing to be doing at daybreak. Vau and Skirata seemed to be deep in conversation, both talking at once while they stared down at the ferrocrete surface of the parade ground, no eye contact at all. Sergeant Vau–and he would always be Sergeant Vau, civilian or not–was the nearest Scorch had to a father. Yeah, it’s getting like downtown Keldabe around here.
Scorch could see the Mandalorian’s mouth moving as he spoke to Walon Vau. The reticule settled on Kal Skirata within a narrow imaginary band level with his eyes and the indentation at the base of his skull a perfect cranial vault shot, the ideal for instant incapacitation. The DC-17’s upgraded optics were a definite improvement on the last version. Scorch raised his rifle and sighted up on the two sergeants on the parade ground below the window. Second anniversary of the outbreak of war
–Rhyme taught to Mandalorian children to help them learn the Resol’nare–the six tenets of Mando cultureĪrca Barracks, Special Operations Brigade HQ, Coruscant,
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