Ask Plot Guess Whose Coming To Dinner?

[Dolworth]

Evening Came to the Camp, The plains were now aglow with campfires and lights from the tents that dotted the small patch of grass. The Various peoples were wearing colors to signify their Clans and the pots were cooking everything to Uj Cake, to Roasted beast to Dolworth's Stew. Dol begrudgingly had forwent the stew but that small indecency verses taking a slug to the face was a small price to pay for his sacrilege of letting Rowa wear his brothers helmet. He was busy cooking when a female came up behind him. She was a woman in her 50s but you couldn't tell from a lack of gray in her blonde locks. Her blue eyes looked at Dowlorth as she patted him on the back.

"Good to have you home Dolworth." she said with a smile on her face, her helmet hooked to the side of her belt.

Dolworth's head snapped to she her, his face betraying a cocktail of joy and sadness as he saw here.

"Mother?!" he said happily, hugging Jessimae as she returned his hug, "Good to be home! I'm sorry i've been away for so long!" he said with a grin.

Her face betrayed a thought as she looked into her son's eyes, "Still hunting him huh?" she asked bluntily. The grin faded from Dolworth's face as she asked her question...

 

[Talon Vizsla]

Talon was surprised at the size of the group, but he didn't stop to pay any extra attention. Nothing exciting was happening; he snickered as he heard Dol calling to his mommy. Kriff, since when did he laugh at others for valuing their close relationships? He shook his head and moved on, searching for the Mistress. It wasn't hard to find, and neither were his weapons. He didn't know where the dogs were, but they'd most likely been put up and wouldn't attack a Vod anyways. A view prying with his vibroblade and he had all that he left behind, ready to escape. They'd really been slacking on surveillance...if he ever joined them, that would change.

After dropped to the ground, he hesitated and climbed on the ship. He scanned the campsites with his scope for Adenn and Etr, concerned that they were fine after whatever they had been doing at the market. Convinced nothing was amiss and that Etr was in one piece, he shifted a bit--and the scope fell directly on the one called Rowa. He shuddered, anger rushing back into his already confused mind. He tried to stop himself, but his muscles contracted and his fingers slowly curled around the trigger. He froze in that position for what must've seemed like an eternity.

All at once, he breathed, dropped his hand, and sank to the ground, sitting and staring into the night, ablaze with fire and smoke. He hadn't realized he'd been holding his breath. He felt dizzy as he reflected on the panic, pain, mayhem, and inexcusable hurt he could've caused by simply moving a finger a centimeter backwards. He tried to clear his head and once again planted his feet on the ground.

A few moments later, he was back on the Mistress, writing a note to Adenn about his next whereabouts and an apology, in a prideful Mandalorian sort of way. He set it on the ground and prepared to walk out when he heard something...

 

[Etr Wyara]

Etr had been trying to interact with the others his age but overall he felt like a flop. They had already taken their Verd’goten and he had not, not officially, despite having engaged in a few shootouts. He was still a kid, despite being their age which caused some disconnect and they ended up freezing him out to go do other things. He drifted back to the fire Adenn was cooking at, He seemed to be making some kind of soup, pounding dried fish to powder and adding flour, spices and water before making balls with them and tossing them into a pot filled with dried seaweed and vegetables. once done he added Rolls of Haarshun bread that became like wide, clear noodles in the green broth. Adenn looked over at him
"How are things going? nice being at a camp with other Mandalorians, aye?"
Etrl sat at the fire
"its okay, I guess. though I dont really think I hit it off well with the others. There was a sort of..."
Adenn nodded his head
"seperateness, ner tal. Always some kind of seperateness. I know. Dolworth and Talon are a smaller sampling of Mandalorians. We men of clan Rytt have always been vagabonds for a reason."
he shrugged
"You cant let that get you down. We Rytts will always seem odd to other Mandalorians, it comes with the territory of being founded by a jedi and working with force sensitives. we need to make them be open to us."
Etr tossed a stick onto the fire
"I guess I was hoping to be accepted better by them."
Adenn patted him on the shoulder.
"You will be, in time."
Adenn returned to cooking,
I wish Etr would temper his expectations of the other young people his age.

 

[Adenn Rytt]

he thought as he watched by the fire and help him prepare some of the food. the sight was pitiful and Adenn began to feel a small amount of anger with Etr for allowing himself to become so affected by the others. he tossed a stick at him and ordered him to begin drilling to get his mind back on track.. Adenn would definitely need to set up a Verd’goten.
He caught a glimpse of Dolworth and an older woman chatting, which he immediately assumed to be his mother.

 

[Dolworth]

Dolworth stared grimly at Jessimae, snorting a bit before turning back to his chilli.

"Heard you let a Jetti wear Raza's Helmet?" she said as she folded her arms, staring at him for a moment, not with judgemental eyes but with a calmness..

"And so what?" replied Dolworth, "Come to take justice for offense?" he asked as he took a gust of wind unto himself.

"No no." replied the older woman, "Just surprised is all...You said you'd never let any other person wear that helmet..."

"I didn't have anything else to cover the boy's face. If the authorities have labeled him a fugitive and being near him would bring all kinds of trouble for us" he explained.

"True.." retorted Jessimae, "Then why did you help him at all?" she asked, an eyebrow raised as she let a foot tap on the dirt.

Dolworth stopped stirring his pot, looking back to his mother...then to her feet....then back into her eyes again, "Not a clue" he said with a grin, "Maybe I just didn't like the way a guy who saved my ass got treated by those SecRan scum" he said as he turned back to cooking.

"You cannot find penance when there is not to find, Dolworth" she suddenly say, causing Dolworth to wince a bit, "...It wasn't your fau-"

"But it was my fault!" he suddenly barked out loud. He pulled himself back as he held back a choke, "It was my fault Mother! And if helping people is my penance then let the gods decide which people i help!" he said, holding back another choke as he focused on the chilli.

Jessimae gave a soft sigh followed by a shudder before suddenly walking up and wrapping her arms around her son. She held him tight as she chuckled at how he towered over her, "You've gotten so big Dolworth." she said in a motherly voice, "I'm so proud of you...you and Raza...Just please Dolworth...I buried Marcus and Raza...I wouldn't survive if I lost you...Ner Euk Katr " she said with a little chuckle, the last part barely a whisper.

Dolworth smiled as he turned and gave his mother a proper hug, "You won't lose me Mother..." he said as he watched her wipe away a tear.

"No I won't...at least until you bear me some grand-kids!" she demanded in a humorous voice.

Dolworth let out a boisterous laugh, loud enough for the camp to hear, "Mother! The Day I find a proper mate is the day i find a good woman...A good Mandalorian Woman...who can outshoot, out drink, and MOST importantly, make better bombs than me!" he prophesied, laughing as he asked her to help him with the food...

 

[Rowa]

Rowa was helping with the peeling with the potatoes as the festivities began rolling away. For a brief moment, he felt a disturbance in the Force. He stood up, looking around to see what was the danger he had felt. But before he could do anything he felt the danger fade a way, only for him to sit down again and look at the pile of potatoes.

This will take forever he pondered as he looked around further. He gave a bit of a cheeky grin as he reached out through the Force. He gave a thought of channeling his anger to do it, but Inabe's words called back. He paused and decided to test a theory. If the Dark Side really is the natural state of the Galaxy, thought Rowa, then i shouldn't be able to do this...He stretched out his hand, imagining through a calm mind of grabbing it. No anger, no hatred, no wrath...just...calm...He let out a breath as he felt something solid touch the palm of his hands. He wrapped his fingers around the object, opening his eyes as he watched the potato he was focusing on lift out of the basket on its own. Little by little he began to focus, attempting to peel the potato without using the knife. He drew another breath as he felt his mind become weary. He had not been able to do this without a shock collar breaking his concentration so he was for lack of a better word rusty.

He continued to focus, trying till he ultimately gave up and reached out with his other hand for a knife and as with the potato, it too lifted off the ground. He moved them together, becoming blind to the outside world as he focused on peeling the potato as this site of a knife and potato seemingly floating off the ground; the former peeling the latter! Rowa let out a gasp as the knife and the now peeled potato. He caught them both, letting out a breath when he suddenly felt a sense of being watched. He turned to find a group of children looking at them. Instead of fear and anger, he sensed awe, amazement, some excitement.

"Oh!" said Rowa as he sat the peeled potato aside and took another to manually peel, "Sorry I was-"

"Is that magic?!" asked a boy.

"How do you do it?!" asked another.

"Does it hurt?!" asked a girl as other children asked to do it again. Rowa looked in shock as the children were more amazed at him then fearful...something his Master said the Mandalorians did with their kind...



A child was taking some food for Adenn's Mastiffs as they entered the Mistress. He was a small boy, but at the same age as Etr. He wore clothing with markings mimicking the armor pieces of a full suit of Beskar'gaam. On his left "breastplate" stood the sigil of Clan Vizsla, He sat the food in the plates as the Mastifs at first gave a growl before sniffing him. They calmed as they found their master's scent on him and gave him some licks. He giggled when he heard a thud outside. He moved outside cautiously, nervous but determined to find the cause.

"K-Ke'mot! Meg eray ogir?! [H-Halt! Who Goes There?!]" He called out as he stepped out of the Mistress, pulling a small vibroknife out and looked to find a towering man standing before him. Clad in Mandalorian Armor, the man in black and silver swooped around to come face to face with the young man. Both by now would see the Vizsla Sigil upon one another, "A-Another Vizsla?!" said the boy a bit stunned but in a defensive stance, "Are you with Dolworth's group?" he asked cautiously.

 

[Talon Vizsla]

Talon gasped as he heard footsteps behind him and a voice calling out, immediately turning around and reaching for a gun. He didn't even listen to what else the figure was saying, nor did he study the figure long enough to make out age, clan, etc. Instead, he heard the humming vibroblade, saw the knife in the dark, and jumped for it, seizing the wrist before twisting it behind the boy's back and forcing him to drop it.

Only then, when his "opponent" was helpless before him, did he notice the Vizsla Sigil. He gasped and dropped the stolen vibroblade from the boy's throat, releasing his arm. "Who--who are you..?"

 

[Adenn Rytt]

Adenn had not heard from Sere Viszla, the boy hed paid to feed Pre and Jang since hed left with their food dishes. The two massiffs were not totally dangerous unless he gave them commands but they were still carnivorous and highly territorial beasts. his thoughts were cut by a feeling of danger and he turned towards the Mistress and began sprinting towards it, snatching up his Beskad as he passed the rock where it laid. Etr called out to him but all he could get out was
"Somethings wrong! Get Dolworth!"
he reached the Spooky Mistress qnd quickly boarded, finding the scene of the two Viszlas.

 

[Etr Wyara]

Adenn was firm in his command of what to do. Etr ran over to Dolworth's table where he was making his nuclear Chili.
"Mr. Dolworth! Something's wrong, Adenn needs help! on the Spooky Mistress, quick!"

 

[Dolworth]

Dolworth's head jerked to look at Etr as he came running up. Without a word he grabbed his helmet and a DL from the back of a chair. He strapped his helmet on, charging his weapon as he swung around a tent and into view of Talon standing up and letting the young Sere Vizsla standing up and dusting himself up.

"Talon!?" barked Dol, lowering his weapon before Talon can see them as a threat. He stood there for a moment before giving a sigh. Dolworth, having a feeling of what was coming, holstered his weapon and removed his helmet, "I uh...I see you've come for your weapons?" he asked.


Sere stood up, dusting himself off and looking up at the man. His eyes were clearly of Clan Vizsla as Talon stared at the boy, "I'm Sere, of Clan Vizsla!" said the boy defiantly, standing up to him as he carefully picked up his weapon. He didn't turn it back on, just kept it gripped in his right hand as he slammed his left fist into his chest, "Are you True Vizsla or some Da-"

When Dolworth came forward and said Talon's name his eyes widened, looking up at the man and finally seeing their sigil upon their armor, "U-...Uncle Talon!?" he asked shocked...

 

[Talon Vizsla]

Talon started when he saw Dol and Adenn running towards him, then laughed sarcastically at Dol's comment, and for one moment the Vizsla standing next to him was forgotten. The fulfillment of the Way was more important than his own disturbed history..

He had no weapon in his hand, but he pushed the boy to the ground and waltzed right up to Dol's face, staring at him through his helmet for a moment. Suddenly, his fist flew out and landed right on his Vod's cheekbone, missing the nose he had aimed for and thus failing to make a satisfying crack. "That," Talon seethed, "Is for allowing that murderer to wear a Mandalorian helmet." He reared back his fist; "And this is for stunning--"

Suddenly he stopped and turned around once again, wincing as the strange words came from the boy's mouth. "Uncle..?" At this, all anger vanished from his mind. "Y-you must be confused...my parents sold me to slavers. I don't have any family left."

 

[Adenn Rytt]

Adenn was Both happy to see Talon and at the same time upset at his assertion. he moved the boy back in case Talon might lash out in frustration.
"Aliit ori'shya tal'din" [Family is more than blood.]
Adenn Said, Recalling the old proverb. Hed always found it corny but he felt it worked in this situation.
"Your clan is here, your people are here. whether or not this boy is blood, he shares your clan. if youve no family left then you're either a Dar'manda hut'uun Or asserting we are."
He would continue in his splintery remarks, enough to bring Talon to greater shame but he figured hed gotten the message.
"You can either continue with your anger, which I will have no more to do with you and will bring you your weapons and send you from my ship. or you can cease with your petulance and join your people for a feast."
he escorted the boy to a slightly safer spots, giving him a few extra credits for the trouble.

 

[Dolworth]

Dolworth saw it coming, lifting his helmet to let Talon take what was his. He sighed as he felt the force of Talon's gauntlet sucker punch him across the face, sending him into the ground with a thud. He let out a cough followed by a laugh as he realized just how hard Talon punches.

Damn! He thought to himself, Remind me not to piss him off-OOF! He gasped as Talon gut-checked him, the reason being painfully reminded of him as Dolworth spat out a gasp of air. He sighed as he heard the boy call Talon out Uncle, dragging himself up from the dirt as the collection of peoples began to come over and witness the commotion.

"Sere!?" came a female voice. Dol and the others turned to see Sere's mother appear, picking up her boy and asking him if he was alright before looking over to see Talon. She stared, even as her mate came next to her, a hand on his pistol before he himself recognized Talon. He moved his hand away before it started trouble as he was handed off Sere by his mate. The Woman stood forward and stared at Talon, just as Dorea came forward.

"I trust Vizsla your Honor is restored for Dolworth's Transgression?" she asked as she looked up at the silver and black warrior...

 

[Rowa]

Rowa was simply standing there, watching the children running around and chasing after the floating potatoes as he moved them around. He had this strange sense of joviality about it as he had them running around catching the floating pieces of vegetation. They were laughing and happy...and it was a sense of fun. He laughed with them, watching as they caught them all till they stopped and stared in one direction.

Puzzled he followed their gaze, only to have his met by the stern eyes of the short Alor. "Having fun are we Foundlings?" she asked in a quiet but amused voice. The Children ran off back to chores or other games as Rowa brought the potatoes back to the bucket. He quickly sat down and took to peeling them manually once more.

"I'm-I'm Sorry. It won't happen again Alor?" he said nervously.

"Goofing around or the use of your magics?" asked the Alor in a calm voice.

Rowa lowered his head, as if ashamed, "Both, Alor" he responded.

Dorea shook her head and walked towards him, "Don't be ashamed for what gifts the gods gave you foundling...just know there is a time and place to use them...for now...practice them in private" she winked. A strange sense of relief fell upon Rowa when commotion stirred near the ships. Dorea heard them as well, "Stay Here." she warned, taking her leave to confront what was going on. Rowa stood there, sensing the presence of the man who had attempted to shoot him on Corellia. He held his breath and hoped that a much more different outcome occurred in their coming encounter...

 

[Talon Vizsla]

Talon didn't know what to say. Of course there were other Vizslas; his little group hadn't been the only ones left. Nevertheless, he hadn't seen a member of his clan since...he shuddered. Now they were standing in front of him, looking fearful along with other unknown emotions. He needed to leave--he could not let history repeat itself...he couldn't get attached. Talon felt dizzy as the one called Dorea asked him the question.

He shook his head to clear it (he'd been doing that a lot lately), and turned towards the woman. "For being stunned, stealing my weapons, and allowing a weapon of evil to wear the helmet of our Brethren, Dol here has compensated for...but he's not the only one who's transgressed..." He didn't see Rowa in the area but couldn't believe they'd placed all the blame on Dol. He wasn't the source of disgrace; he was most likely trying to protect them all by making sure Rowa wasn't recognized anywhere. He found his eyes resting on the woman from his Clan, yet Talon sighed and turned away.

"I have no place here. Never again will I attach myself to any Tribe--at least not any time in the near future." He looked at Dol and glanced away guiltily at the mark showing up on the man's face, knowing he had let his anger out on the wrong person and wishing all the more he had pulled the trigger. He doubted his logic, emotions, thoughts made any sense or ever would--but he had to get out of there.

 

[Etr Wyara]

"please don't run away vod, You're our brother."
Etr finally said as Talon seemed to struggle with his emotions.
" You're still one of us, one of the pack. If you run, the only shame you'll have left is the shame you cause yourself."
he approached Talon, Trying to help him down off the ledge he seemed to be on. he picked up on Talons words, the way he talked, the sadness and feelings of failure.
"You know, I saw my people die too. I felt the shame in that too. you feel like you failed, like your own cowardice or hesitation to fight cost them everything. then you think it would have been better to have died with them, like your own life was meaningless without your loved ones. but that can't be true because you have choice and free will. you can make your life mean something. but we can't do that in retreat, Talon."
he tried to help consule him
"please, make the choice not to run. stay with us, vod. You mean something to us."

 

[Rowa]

Rowa peeked out of the tent, watching the events unfold and felt a sense of empathy for the one called Etr and the one they all surrounded called Talon. It was now a realization that he along with these Mandalorians had a thing in common: They had all lost something. He sighed as he pulled his head back in, clearly realizing that the one in black and silver was still angry with him wearing one of their helmets. He made sure he was not seen and after dragging his bucket of potatoes into a tent so he would be out of sight, resumed peeling in silence...

Dorea stared at him for a moment, looking at the man before giving a sigh, "I understand your decision" she said solemnly, "And I will respect your wanting not to be affiliated with a tribe. However, Our offer still stands: Whenever you need supplies, support, anything, our doors are always open for a Vod who needs to rest. And should you feel the need to settle down you are more than welcome to reside here till you feel the itch to wander once more." she said as she took a tankard of a dark drink and offered it to the Warrior, "Though it would be rude to simply grab your gear and leave without at least a full belly of food and drink." she said with a bit of a sly grin.

Suddenly the two Talons stepped forward, raising a glass to Talon, "Aye!" shouted Sere's father, "Another Vizsla has been found! I'll call for celebration! Rejoice! To Talon!" he called out. The rest raised their glasses, even Dolworth who now had a grinn across his face, "Welcome Talon!" they all called out.

Rowa continued to peel potatoes, hearing them rejoice at the founding of another "Vod" as they called him. He gave a heavy sigh, confused by the culture and yet...was content with it. As if he understood why they do what they do without understanding the reasons behind it, He had so many questions and he was determined to discover why during his stay among this Tribe of Mandalorians....

 

[Dolworth]

Dolworth gave a grin as he raised a glass, letting it set on his now bruised cheek as he gave a chuckle to the crowd, it almost egging Talon on to stay with them, if only for a while to eat and drink.

"Come now man!" called out Dolworth, "It wouldn't kill ya to stuff your stomach and your hold with supplies and good food!" he said as he took a sip of the beer, "I made my chilli! Without spiciness!" he said jokingly, hoping that would entice Talon
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[Talon Vizsla]

Talon stared at Etr. He liked the boy; he had good intentions and what not. But he was just that--a boy. He wasn't a fully trained Mandalorian who had failed his people when they needed him the most. He hadn't hid in a hole like a coward while his family and friends suffered. They were alike--yet too different to understand each other's pain.

Nevertheless, he patted Etr on the shoulder. "Thanks, Vod I appreciate it--I really do; I guess it can't hurt to stay a while." He wanted to laugh Dol off, reluctant to eat any more of that chili--but without the spiciness? It'd be the best dish in the galaxy.

And just like that, his clouded feelings parted to clear skies. He didn't belong because he had earned it; he didn't belong somewhere else because he had failed. He belonged right where he was because those around him cared for him--and each and every other person in the vicinity.

It was a good day to be a Vod.

 

[Etr Wyara]

Etr Felt rebuffed and quickly tried to regained any kind of composure he had before. he could feel eyes on him, staring through him. he turned to see the others, his peers, looking at him. no doubt there were judgments and snickers. His face turned red from embarrassment. He tried his best to stride out with his head held high and tried to reach Adenn who had returned to the fire.