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Davern's heavy boots thudding across the durasteel plating of the transport, his dusty brown cloak flowing behind him as he wandered from near the front of the ship back to near the airlock so when they landed, he'd be the first offboard. The room of the transport filled with a colorful cast of people and characters, one wearing some kind of Imperial Armor and the other, the other some kind, colored insect spawn? The Chiss gave a grunt and sat down waiting quietly, or trying to atleast, the Mandalorian Symbol on his armor clearer than day on shoulder and Deathwatch sigil on the other, giving a clear line of example of who he was and his pride in that. He held his shoulders high and every motion he took was confident and strong, the essence of a veteran warrior.

"With that in mind, have a safe stay, all hail the emperor! ... "For it is by his glorious army that we have all made it through safely. We constantly patrol deep space, with an unmatched navy. The emperor provides, citizens, never forget that. That is all." Never a moments peace in this Galaxy it seemed, that was a good thing, he liked conflict. "The Imperial Navy... Is a rag tag collection of rats, who pick up blasters, shoot at holograms and believe they are better than anything in the Galaxy. The only reason they survive this war is that they hide behind three tons of durasteel on those shambles they call dreadnoughts." With that he grinned under his helmet, his accent deeply mixed between that of a little known species and a Mandalorian's.

Feeling confident that he had bested the Imperial in a game of words for now he turned and grinned again under his Mandalorian Iron Helmet as he watched the Bearded Human turn to speak to the oddly colored creature. "And you... If you wanted water... You should have brought it yourself... What are you some kind of rainbow burned Killik, did you lose your hive my friend, I feel so sorry for you." Every word that came from his mouth had a cruel and mocking undertone, a purposeful mannerism to it all.

His helmeted eyes drifted over to a familiar armor configuration, another Mandalorian... "You there.... Why are you here, where are you from?" His voice instantly questioning as opposed to hateful and sardonic. His race completely hidden under his helmet and armor, looking like your everyday Mandalorian Merc, however, under his helm, his crimson eyes were studying the female for a time, examining her for signs of allegiance. Clearly she was not a member of Deathwatch, but maybe she wouldn't be hostile against the extremist cult most Mandalorians knew them as, though really they were just new Crusaders.