Whoa Whoa, Hold Up [D1|MM]

[Raven Cadera]

In the time she had known him, she had never seen him remove his helmet. She knew the words he and Praxton had said early on to her, to only let those you trust see your face. With this in mind, Raven felt the importance of his actions more than his words, her hands likewise reaching up to her own helmet.

Her black tussled hair was a stark contrast to her weary and almost pale face as well, though in comparison to Mandalore's it was mostly because of the events of the past hours that had made it so tired. For the first time, she could meet his eyes and not just through their visors. "Thank you." There was a sense of relief to her words, and gratitude for his trust.

For a moment she said nothing, only meeting his eyes with her own steady gaze. "I will go finish my own preparations," with her hand returning to over her heart, she dipped her head slightly. There was no question that she fully intended to be among the first to go after the Raiders.

[Meiyokashi]

Mand'alor nodded in response, and returned toward the sheets he had out across his desk. Settling into the chair wordlessly. Reaching for one he lifted it slightly to get a better view. In that moment she could see the sketch marks of the Basilisk with a few additional pieces pulled out and drawn in greater detail. Setting it aside with a sigh he began digging through some of the other datapads and pages on his desk.

[Raven Cadera]

The Basilisk was a project that was far outside of anything she knew or could work with. Would be neat if it would work again some day, but at the moment it was something far away from her thoughts.

Putting her helmet back on, she left without another word. All the preparations she had to make had already been done, except for one; to see Praxton before she had to head out.

She'd give it a little while more, in hopes that his condition would be more stable then, and she wouldn't be butting in on the ones working to see him healed.


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[Meiyokashi]

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