Emuuri (D10, MA)

[Claymore Frost]

"Well, 2 house special it is then." He says to the waiter, and puts the menu down on top of Jyrvess's.

"So, what got you into computers? I've about how great the librarian. I was just prodigy as a kid with technology." He looks at her and smiles a bit. "Ok, honestly, your past to your past. I do want know you better, but I do know more than enough to want this date. So, you can't surprise me."

[Jyrvess Ertil]

"Well I was actually more an intelligence analyst then proper librarian," She admitted once the waiter had left, "First with Library of the Republic and then in...Imperial Intelligence, before leaving such work behind me. So...to answer the question because I worked on codebreaking, strategic studies, and some counter-intelligence."

[Claymore Frost]

"Ah, I did work slicing for my former clan, the industrial espionage type work or black-ops." He looks at how beautiful she is. "Clan would send me off a location, I would get a job in racing normally, get intelligence, and then then do the job."

He looks down at the table. "It was a very lonely life, and couldn't get too close to anyone." He looks back at her, "I am happy I met you."

[Jyrvess Ertil]

"I can understand the feeling." She nodded, staring out across the restaurant, "It's not exactly like the movies, so much worry about if the person you are talking to is just trying to pry information out. And all your coworkers are guarded and just as paranoid."

"Well thank you, Mr. Frost."

[Claymore Frost]

"No, honor amongst thieves... Doing spy work means not trust anyone. But, Raven and Mandalorians here look like good and honest people. They may tease you, but you have showed you are the capable sort. Well, it sounds like we have a lot in common, actually." He reaches for her hand. "I normally didn't work on team too much though."

"So, what would like to ask me?" He starts grinning.

[Jyrvess Ertil]

"Well...how did you end up in the Mandalorian clans? You aren't the typical image one has." She replies, "And anomalies are always of interest to an analyst."

[Claymore Frost]

"Ha. Well, I'm was a foundling from Arkania originally. Although I was technically an adult at 13 for my species, I wanting off Arkania after the huge explosion that killed my parents. There were a far Death Watch there and they got me in, then I showed my talents with a spanner and slicing, they kept me around. The chivalry stuff was something I had to do with a few racing scenes on pretentious worlds... All the traditions and rituals I had to learn. Since you are not a Mandalorian, I think I might try the chivalry first. Was I wrong?" He gives her a sly look, and gets ahold of her hand.

[Jyrvess Ertil]

Jyrvess pulls her hand back and sighs, "I am...charmed you find me fascination Mr. Frost, but..." She leans back and rests her hands in front of her. "I'm not really interested in the sort of relationship you seem to be implying."

"As for your people...I'm not really qualified to speak on your culture. That's for you and your family, the Mandalorians of the enclave, to discuss." She continues with a small nod, "I mean I worked in Military Intelligence so my foundation of understanding for the Mandalorians was always in 'threat assessments' and 'war fighting capabilities'. Cultural understanding was always secondary and to help with the other two."

[Claymore Frost]

"Oh, I'm sorry. I feel embarrassed now." He looks around the area.

"Well, Mandalorian people are not united people now. There are people that are claiming the name of Mandalore. Each faction has their own agendas. One may be a major threat, while another is using diplomatic means to they're ends. You can't lump us into one category. Gax Saxon has Imp's backing him. Others are nothing more than terrorist or Bounty Hunters. Raven and her clan are fighting for the New Mandalorians way of life. And each
Mandalorian has their own identity unto themselves. I was a Mining Engineer, went to school for it and I still know way too much about digging in the dirt. I have worked in racing, from the slums wrenching swoop bikes to pod-racing in Hutt space. Raven and I have similar life experiences, but very different ways of getting things done. But, we have the same goal in mind. There is a saying, you kill one Mandalorian, two sprout up to take his place." He looks down resting the back of the chair, hands on his lap.

He looks back up at her. "I don't feel like I've answered your question, so much as muddied the waters even more."

[Jyrvess Ertil]

"I see," She nods, and closes her eyes in thought, "I mean...I knew it was more a path even with a people and homeworld attached. So then...are you staying in the Enclave or finding your own path?"

[Claymore Frost]

"Well, I plan to stay here for a for the foreseeable future. Long term, I don't know yet. But, the fact that I'm the one who 'found' the briefcase that led to man that killed Raven's parents has given me pause at this point. I do like having friends like Raven and yourself as well." He looks at some passers-by. "So, what are your plans right now?"