#null's

Walon Vau and kal Skirata stood in the middle of a training room, arguing. Again. The two Mandalorian men were nearly nose to nose, Walon bending down while Kal looked up. They were screaming in one anothers faces, arguing about something the young cadets were not able to catch. 

The Delta’s and Null’s knew it would break out into a fight soon enough, so they watched from afar. They were teenagers now, and they knew not to get in the way of their sargeants arguing. When fists started to fly they got very dangerous. It was always best for them to punch it out, it was easier. 

Lord Mirdalan paced around the two men, sizing Skirata up as it growled low in it’s throat. Sev’s eyes widened and he nudged Scorch hard, “Look at Mird.” The other Delta’s turned their gaze to Mird, who was now in Skirata’s blind spot. 

The Strill was now frozen, its tail lashing back and forth. “Sarge is giving it hand signals.” Fixer whispered, watching Mird wiggle its butt in anticipation.  Skirata didn’t notice, too busy screaming at an oh so calm Vau. 

Suddenly one of the Null’s gasped, catching onto the Strill’s body language. Before they could warn Kal, Mird lunged. All Kal saw was a flash of gold, drool, and teeth before he was suddenly on the ground. 

The armored Mandalorian held his arms up, covering his non-helmeted face. Mird snapped and growled, it’s teeth scratching the paint off the Beskar. Mird wasn’t a stupid killer, it knew how to kill a man. Mird wasn’t going for Kal’s weak spots, it was just giving him a good scare. 

“Walon!!! Call off your pet or I’ll l-” Before Skirata could grab his knife Mird put a heavy clawed foot onto Kal’s knife wielding hand. Holding that hand down with its muscular paw. Kal cussed and screamed in Mando’a, Walon watching with a slight smirk on his face. 

The Null’s and Delta’s could only watch, Mird getting a few good bites on kal’s elbows and exposed hands. “Fine you win!! You crazy bastard!!!” Kal barked out and Vau only smirked. He whistled lowly, “Udesii Mird’ika. Udesii.” Mird growled and backed off of Kal, walking to it’s master. 

“You old psychopath.” Kal sneered as he stood. Walon ignored him and looked at his Delta’s, “Who remembers who’s faster, a Strill or an old man with a bad ankle?” The Delta’s snickered as Vau looked back at Kal. 

“You wouldn’t-” Kal couldn’t finish the command because Vau clicked his tongue, giving Mird a command. Kal cussed in Mando’a, rushing to find a place Mird couldn’t climb. 

The Strill bolted after Kal, it’s six legs giving it a powerful and large stride. The Null’s and Delta’s watched, “It’s not good to run from predators, they live for the chase.” Walon nods at the Null who spoke, “Exactly.” 

Kal climbed onto a bunch of stacked crates, using it to boost himself into a vent on the training room ceiling. Mird jumped onto the crates, snapping and growling at Skirata. “Strill’s can climb many materials, but they don’t have thumbs to open up vents.” Walon spoke, the cadets nodding. 

Walon snapped his fingers twice, “Come Mird’ika. Udesii.” He pointed at the spot in front of him as he commanded his pet.  Mird huffed loudly at Kal, trotting back over to it’s master. Walon rubbed it’s head, giving Mird a treat. 

Kal jumped from the vent and glared at Walon, “See sons?” He looked at the Null’s, “No one ever fights fair.” Kal wiped drool and some blood from his face, motioning for his Null’s.  Vau only smirked, watching as a limping Kal left the training room with the Null’s. 

Walon Vau looked at his Delta’s, “Never run from a predator, and play smart.” He motioned for them to follow. Walon left the training room with the Delta’s, who just learned a new lesson in an odd way.