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Ati's eyes had opened, glaring up at the overhead as the last images of a dream already half-forgotten faded from immediate memory. A far more pressing concern was the crick in her back, drilling down into her legs and up into her neck. Once again, the young Mando'ad found herself wishing irritably for her own damned starship. One with a proper bunk.

She stood from her seat gingerly, stretching an arm across the armored plate of her chest with a pop and a faint grunt. Some Imperial was going on about his glorious Empire. Ati let him. It wasnt her job to dissuade others of their dillusions. Apparently someone else felt differently, as Davern all but openly challenged him, and then an alien, to open combat.

When he turned his attention to her, she finally looked back at him. Of course she'd been aware of the other Mandalorian on the flight. She'd kept to her own privacy, and he to his, but now that he was standing she could properly see the insignia etched into his worn armor. The Deathwatch emblem made her jaw tighten, and a reflexive, invisible smile snapped onto her face beneath the T-visor.

Her posture became one of easy mockery, and her voice hailed him with a cheerful, impudent aire, "Udesii, burc'ya." Burc'ya, not Vod. Not uncommon, among strangers, but the emphasis she put on it made it all but an insult, and it would be clear enough why. Her armor, well cared-for but lacking the years of his own, bore the insignia of the Protectors. As close to a standing military as the Mandalore systems had, they were also the 'winning' faction in that long ago civil war that'd seen his Deathwatch scattered and exiled.

Heeping insult upon insult, she turned her back on him to gather her equipment. He suddenly had a bigger problem as the Imperial he'd baited took his temper a step beyond. At the sound of a shot, Ati dropped to a knee and freed her own rifle from its strappings. But she doesnt raise it, just her voice.

"You want to put a hole in the hull, di'kut?!" She barks angrily at the trooper, "What a shining example of Imperial discipline you are."

With any luck, the chiding might make it through his thick skull and he would save his murdering for the landing pad.