Mandalore Indomitus

[Kori Buor]

There was still so much going on that Ral could hardly keep track of all the words that were being said by all the different people, though he didn't wince at Kalan's barbs and note the presence of another female. Out of the corner of his eye, Ral thought he saw Evelyn's sister who had joined the Dominion a while back. That gave him a little breath of relief, at least she would have a friend here for the moment. Finishing the rest of the Corellian Brandy in his glass at Caed's cheer to head to the throne room, the Mandalorian could only smirk as he left the glass on the serving tray of one of the spare hands that had arrived at the congregation.

As Talia commented on his ability to sleep with rich people, he snorted and let out a chortle. "Don't be so modest, Talia Al'Saif never had a problem getting some when she wanted it, though I am glad to hear you're busy kicking ass. I-we need you out there. As for me... well, it's been nice. I'm not going to complain." He gave the woman a look, partial smirk as he glanced at her, which would have told her he hadn't said everything on the subject. In truth, they could have probably talked for hours if they had the time and privacy to do so. They had been through enough that Ral knew he could trust Talia.

As they entered the throne room, Ral looked around at the banners, the load of guests and dignitaries, the food, the never ending fountains of drink. Light reflected off the marble floors, the creamy smooth white broken by veins of charcoal and olive creating a spectacle to see. It was a sight to behold even for Ral. As more drinks were handed out and the music began playing, the Mand'alor couldn't help but wonder where Vesper Almec was during all of this, surely her songs would have been a pleasure to listen to on such an occasion!

Turning back as Talia had just finished a shot glass and his cousin had just stolen his date for a dance, Ral saluted the two with a smirk of "good luck and have fun." A dance would be good for Evelyn, and there would be no one better than Caed. Talia answered his question and he nodded, smiling thoughtfully as she mused on how she was still alive. "Oh yes, I envy the freedom you have; I'd love to get my hands dirty doing something like that... A Mand'alor needs to lead from the front, not just be a figurehead and politician like how the prime minister was... if I don't get out there and prove I'm a capable warrior this lot will start to question me!" He chuckled as he waved his hand through the air, seeing a servant with a bottle of something strong and waving him over.

Taking the whole bottle, Ral poured himself a glass before offering it to Talia, smiling at her know-it-all comment. "You may wonder how you're still alive, but I don't. You were always the most skilled of us... and when that wasn't enough you were always the luckiest, too. As for how it is for me? It's... great... I guess. My father wanted this for me for as long as I could remember, I want it now because I know I can help make our people great and make it safe for our future generations... but you know... I never did it for the glory or the honor. It's surprising, I might be one of the most powerful men in the Galaxy right now, but I can't have what I really want!" Ral paused, he wanted to say more, but he felt that might be getting a little too deep for the moment, so instead he took a deep long drink of whatever it was that he had grabbed. He could taste the alcohol and he knew it was strong, this would definitely get him buzzed by the end of the night. "I'm just glad I have you here tonight, with Caed. Now if only Bardan were here we'd be set!"

 

[EmilyHuene]

Such nasty little words from such an ugly little mouth...Now there's a bloody Queen. I don't understand why he stopped shagging her and went for the scrawny mix breed. There was a time I thought they'd be our king and queen. Perhaps it's not too late."

"Oya Mandalore!...Hiya, sis!"

"She was once our queen, now he is our king. Close enough right Kalan?...Of course I'm still kicking here, more often than you it seems!...Aye, celebrating the golden age of Mandalore is a good of an excuse as any....To the throne room!...To getting kriffed off our asses!...May I have this dance my dear? I'm sure you wish to dance with the Mand'alor, but dancing with an armored man is not a comfortable experience, Talia here can tell you of the time I gatecrashed the Supreme Chancellors gala and swept her off his arm in full beskar'gam. And her wearing less than you're wearing now!...Don't you have protecting to do, Protector...So tell me Evelyn, what do you think of tonight? Of Mandalore?"

Evelyn's face curled in frustration. This man, Kalan, was truly appalling. He was the one with an ugly little mouth. God she wanted to knock him down a peg. She was so ever grateful that Ral's cousin showed up lest she would have decked the man.

Her arm was then taken by someone so very familiar to her she didn't even need to hear her voice amongst the toast of other voices all in praise. It was her dearest sister, Dawn Tenebris. Where Evelyn was the Eve of Darkness, Dawn was the light. It of course was portrayed perfectly by her lovely blond hair. Which was funny because neither of their mothers had been blond.

"Sibling!" Evelyn would lean into her sister's arm and flash a lovely smile. Even though she seemed cheery, her sister would be able to see in her eyes that Evelyn was so very glad she was here.

They'd then adjourn to the throne room and celebrate just a little more before Caedryn asked for her hand to dance. She would give him a little curtsey, something Ral had to teach her to do way back when, and leave her significant other behind. The two of them headed into the dance floor and he'd take her as a gentleman would, whereas her hands would find his shoulder and his other hand.

"I love it here, Caedryn," Evelyn said with a smile. "The culture is so rich, the cities peaceful, and everyone seems like family." Her head then looked passed Kalan as they continued to spin in a circle. "Well not everyone." Her anger started to rise again. This time she couldn't hold it in. She hoped Ral's cousin would be a little more lenient or tolerant with her words now that it was just the two of them.

"I'd like to kick that man where the sun doesn't shine," she nearly spat out. She then huffed and gave Caedryn a look showing how annoyed she was. But giving her size and physique, it likely was more adorable than anything. A downfall of being so short. With a grumble she turned her head away and focused on the dancing. Evelyn was no expert at the ballroom trade, but she could figure out a basic waltz easy enough. Unless Caedryn tried to do something fancy she'd look like a pro. Maybe she was just good at following a man's lead?

"Anyways...thank you for sticking up for me back there, Caedryn. It meant a lot to me. Even if you do think I'm an outsider..." Force powers. Gotta love em. "I love your cousin. I really do. I have for two plus years now. I've loved every ounce of this place and would give my life to protect it for him. I know you don't trust me, but I've done nothing to show you otherwise in five years. Surely you must believe me by now?"

 

[René]

Ji'Kel had moved away from his corner towards the bar, downing drink after drink. So far he still couldn't find anybody he knew, so the Chiss simply drowned his loneliness in alcohol. He noticed a much younger man (@Jacob Flores) who came and sat next to him, proceeding to embarrass the bartender for calling him a child. Ji'Kel nodded his direction and was about to say something to him when a large burly human sat next to him and planted an elbow in his ribs.

"You got a problem?" Ji'Kel asked, fully aware that the man was drunk. When he replied, "Yeah. You're a Force sensitive, which makes you a traitor. Get out of here!", Ji'Kel punched him in the face, breaking the human's nose and knocking him out as but hit the floor.

Once again, the Chiss turned to the younger man on his other side and said, "Sorry about that."

 

[Kameron Esters-]

"Let us not dwell on the absences. You've done a swell job, friend Ral." Thrit pats Ral on the shoulder. He and Ral became good friends over the years. After the trials, Ral volunteered to train him on using the vibroblade. Correctly ever since that day he blew his guy's out, everyone had called him 'Grit Flesh'. Where these people come with these names, he is unsure. With this new found knowledge on vibroblade, the two became sparring partners and vowed he would face Ram and Thyr again.

"Our years are far from over. I have no doubt that with you as our leader, that our power as a nation will be a thousand fold". It did feel strange Thrit was talking to someone outside of a mission, but over the years since he returned, he felt more open. Maybe because he did not weigh himself down with grief over the loss of good soldiers. They wouldn't have wanted them to look back. They did die for the future after all. And it was now.

 

[JDF]

Ji'Kel had moved away from his corner towards the bar, downing drink after drink. So far he still couldn't find anybody he knew, so the Chiss simply drowned his loneliness in alcohol. He noticed a much younger man (@Jacob Flores) who came and sat next to him, proceeding to embarrass the bartender for calling him a child. Ji'Kel nodded his direction and was about to say something to him when a large burly human sat next to him and planted an elbow in his ribs.

"You got a problem?" Ji'Kel asked, fully aware that the man was drunk. When he replied, "Yeah. You're a Force sensitive, which makes you a traitor. Get out of here!", Ji'Kel punched him in the face, breaking the human's nose and knocking him out as but hit the floor.

Once again, the Chiss turned to the younger man on his other side and said, "Sorry about that."

Jaycob laughed out loud and replied,

"No problem, I probably would've done the same thing. The name is Jaycob." reaching out his hand to shake it. Throughout his 5 years in the Domionion he learned how to talk to new people and overcome his shyness. The man talking to him was obviously a little intoxicated and it seemed like he was just trying to make small talk. Outside of the bar, the festivities were still loud and very much alive. He turned his bar stool towards the windows to observe the chaos on the streets. Without looking at the Chiss he said,

"What brings you here?" trying to act more mature than he really was. Jaycob was fully suited up with his armor and sidearm "Gratia" pistol, however, he wasn't thinking about starting something in the bar. Even though there was a knocked out man slumped at his feet. He took another swig of his drink letting it rest on his tongue before letting it enter his esophagus. Pretty soon, he was through with 3 glasses and was making flirtatious eye contact with some women in the stall across from them.


@Kyle: The Rogue

 

[Sreeya]

Talia was used to big parties since her time with the Republic and rubbing elbows with senators. It was surreal to think those days were gone for good, and the Republic was nonexistent nowadays. Though she had a luxurious penthouse on Coruscant, after the Sith occupation she had opted instead to buy a large manor by a lake on Mandalore. Living back on Mandalore was strange for her, and she had tried a few times unsuccessfully to get her brother and mother to do the same.

One thing she was thankful for over the years was how much easier it was to talk to Ral. It had taken her a full year to set aside her anger for him emerging from the dead yet again. His long spans of absence had taken a toll on her for years and she had completely stopped trusting him in that regard. However, he had been consistently present in the last five years, though she had kept her distance. She had only recently begun to accept that he was truly back for good and she was here today for the day he had been gunning for since they had been children.

As he muttered about her being the most skilled and the luckiest, Talia almost snorted from laughter, “So he finally admits it almost twenty years later,” She took another shot, shocked that it had truly been so long since they had known one another. Talia eyed him curiously as he muttered about not having what he truly wanted, “You have everything you could possibly ever want. You have your brethren, you are Mand’alor, you have a free people….this is everything you were ever looking forward to and everything Gideon ever wanted.”

Talia smiled sadly at the mention of Bardan, “Yeah, it would’ve been nice to see him again. But he was always a bit of a loner. I think wherever he is, he’s still being a wonderful pain in the ass for someone,” She chuckled at the thought. Talia saw some of the other Mandos beginning to dance, and she herself began to feel like moving. Before she knew it, she was tapping her foot and swaying lightly from side to side, snatching up yet another drink from a passing tray. Instead of drinking it, she flipped Prudii’s helmet over and poured the drink into it. She then grabbed a few more drinks and poured more into Prudii’s helmet till it was filled to the brim with a mixture of alcohol, “Let's give one last hurrah for Prudii, boys!” With that, she took a huge gulp from Prudii’s helmet and passed it to Ral with a grin, and gestured him to pass it along after he took a gulp, “No vomiting in the helmet, please.” In truth, she couldn’t think of a better way to commemorate Prudii at an event like this.

@Prudence @Kori Buor

 

[Kori Buor]

The Mand'alor could only smile wryly back at Talia as she laughed at him, her words causing his cheeks to flush slightly at being called out for not admitting what he had known for well over a decade. Giving a simple shrug, he cocked his head to the side and smirked. "Well, they say pride is a hard thing to swallow. If it was anyone else I probably wouldn't have said anything."

Ral opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out at that moment. How could he articulate what he wanted to say? He furrowed his brow and frowned, as Ral thought on what he really wanted. Could he say it? Was it worth saying, worth putting that admission out there for her, and any prying ears to know what Mand'alor Ral Vizsla wanted more than anything and yet, couldn't have? For once in his life, indecision plagued him. Finally, he spoke, "It may be everything my father wanted, and everything I worked all those years for. But I would have gladly traded it for just one thing. That same thing I am lacking now even as Mand'alor, the one thing that is out of my power to demand or take."

That was it for now, he thought better of saying what he wanted to say just yet as the night was still young, and there were too many nosy ears around. He stood watching Talia beginning to pour drink after drink into Prudii's old helmet. Part of him wanted to ask what in Manda was she doing, but he already knew what she was doing. As she made her toast, took a drink and handed the helmet off to Ral he took it in his hands and grinned. "You know, if anyone else had poured a Hutt-load of drinks into their bucket and then expected me to drink from it, I would have poured it onto their head. Manda knows what Prudii did to this thing... Probably put Becky's imaginary chicken crap in here..."

"For Prudii," he toasted loudly and clearly throughout the hall, lifting the buy'ce up to his lips he took a long deep draw from the mixture of alcohols. He hoped he didn't get sick from this. Gulping the drink down he pulled away, knowing that would definitely give him a buzz. Passing the helmet to Kalan, he gestured for the man to take the next draw. Looking back at Talia he said, holding a hand out, "Well, Talia, would you do your Mand'alor the honor of one dance? Maybe even this old dog can surprise his childhood friend one more time."

@Prudence @Sreeya

 

[Arcangel]

As the girl spoke, Caedryn almost laughed. If there was one word he had never heard to describe Mandalore it was peaceful. "Yes Mandalore has seemed to enjoy some relative peace in the last few years. Whether we can contribute that to Ral's rule I can't say. More likely it's that for once we all have a common goal, and a threat on the horizon. And still interclan fueds exist, though you probably haven't been exposed to them much if at all." The girl had been lucky or sheltered on Mandalore if she thought things were peaceful, which made Caedryn wonder just what Ral saw in her.

Following the woman's eyes to Kalan, he gave a small smirk. "Ah Duke Ordo. If you were a Mandalorian I would tell you to do something about it. But alas." A woman like her, there wasn't much she could do. Even with her dark side force powers, which he could feel plying at his thoughts. He wasn't concerned however. He had nothing to hide here in his home.

The woman danced competently, content to allow him to lead, which he sensed she would he content to do so in more ways than dancing. As she continued speaking, first thanking him then reassuring him of her love for Ral, Caedryn couldn't help but raise an eyebrow as she finished and his patience reached its last.

"I think you misunderstand my intent here. Frankly darling, I don't give a damn if you love him. And I trust you just fine. I trust you to be useless just like any other aruetii. I honestly don't know what Ral sees in you beyond a sheath to hilt his sword in at night." A dip in the music and Caedryn dipped the woman back and looked her in the eyes. "I don't mean this with malice, it's just the reality of the world we live in. You may love Mandalore." Pulling the woman out of the dip. "But Mandalore does not suit you my dear."

 

[Minuteman75]

"Then I said to the Major, my apologies sir, I didn't know that she was your daughter, last night."

Shiro Yama said with a huge grin, before bursting out in laughter joined by his new friend and drinking parnther Garen Merrik. The old Mando slapped his right knee, his chuckling loud as thunder. They stood together, with half filled glasses within the palace, sharing jokes and funny stories with one another. Wiping a tear, Garen noted. "You're a sly one Shiro." Then Garen downed his remaining ale he asked a question in an more serious tone

"Do you remember your first kill?"

Shiro paused taken aback for a moment by the question before he somberly replied. "Yea I do...it was a Rodian pirate, never learn the name."

"How ya did it?"

"Rifle shot through the head."

Sighing in approval Garen went on.

"A quick one. Lucky for you, mine was some bastard from Clan Treval during a feud between them and my family many cycles ago on Concord Dawn. My speeder was shot up and I had to trudge through the snow on foot, while the firefight went on all around me. Then this reckless lad tried to slit my throat from behind, thinking he was all stealthy, heard him a few seconds beforehand. I parried out of the way, damn I was fast those days. Then I raised my wrist and let loose with the flame thrower."

The Merrik warrior stopped in mid setence with intense eyes as if he could see that battle it all happening before resuming.

"He screamed and screamed like a dying animal in the snow, flailing his arms around. I put two blaster bolts in him to end his suffering. They never tell ya how they shit themselves when they die. That stuff doesn't get written in the stories...stupid boy."

Shiro nodded in understanding. You don't forget things like that, they stay with you in your memories, whether you wanted em or not... Such sobering thoughts were thankfully interrupted when people started to dance nearby. Shiro Yama looked on from the sidelines. Noticing the Mandalore about to dance with one of his Protectors, the ex Republic soldier examined his face and heard him speak when realization hit him like a punch.

That voice...I remember! He was one of the warriors who captured me on Tatooine all those years ago. Heh, talk about moving up in the galaxy.

 

[Prudence]

Kalan had followed the group out of the secluded halls, and into the main ballroom of the castle. He'd spent many an hour in this castle, and in the recent months he hadn't seen it as alive as it was in this moment. Mandalorians packed into the castle, drinking, smoking, and having a good time. Kalan felt a smile creep onto his lips, and he reached up-popping the seal on his helmet and removing it. The warm balmy air washed over his haggard face, and he soaked it in. This was their moment of celebration, their moment to drink and be happy. In the coming days war like the galaxy had never seen would come about, and many of these men would find themselves forever asleep under Mandalorian soil. War was inevitable, but he pitied those who stood against the Dominion.

He saw that Talia and Ral had gathered a small collection of the more prominent members of the Dominion, and Kalan moved to join them. Talia and Ral were practically flirting back and forth, before the former Mand'alor produced the helmet of the other former Mand'alor, and poured a copious amount of alcohol into it. Then the former Mand'alor drank from the helmet of the other former Mand'alor, before handing it to the current Mand'alor. Kalan just smiled at the irony of the situation, and the memory of Prudii. He imagined, truth be told, that Prudii had done this on more than one occasion. Kalan's nose then crinkled at the thought of the spiced up hookers that had likely participated too.

To hell with it, he thought as he took the helmet from Ral. He was careful not to slosh the alcohol out, and he took a long gulp of it. It was an interesting flavor, a mixture of fruity cocktails, hard liquor, and cheap beer - and a pretty good summary of Prudii's life. Kalan was about to swallow again, to try to down the whole gulp he'd taken, when the music dipped and he was able to overhear Duke Vizsla nearby speaking to the aruetii. His comment about sheathing Ral's sword brought Kalan to spew the liquid in his mouth all over Dak Veren. He chuckled a bit and handed the helmet to Dak, "I guess that makes it your turn?"

Kalan handed the helmet off, and withdrew a small cigarra from his belt. This was a mixture of tobacco, and spice, making for a sweet smoke that would get him, and those around him, feeling good. Kalan lit the cigarra and shoved it in his mouth, taking a long drag of it before wandering closer to Caedryn, "Words like that and it's no wonder why you're so lucky with the ladies." He chuckled a bit and sucked another cloud of smoke in, before offering his hand mockingly towards Evelyn, "Come now Princess, allow me to steal you away for a dance before Caedryn here tries to sheath his sword in you."

 

[René]

Jaycob laughed out loud and replied,

"No problem, I probably would've done the same thing. The name is Jaycob." reaching out his hand to shake it. Throughout his 5 years in the Domionion he learned how to talk to new people and overcome his shyness. The man talking to him was obviously a little intoxicated and it seemed like he was just trying to make small talk. Outside of the bar, the festivities were still loud and very much alive. He turned his bar stool towards the windows to observe the chaos on the streets. Without looking at the Chiss he said,

"What brings you here?" trying to act more mature than he really was. Jaycob was fully suited up with his armor and sidearm "Gratia" pistol, however, he wasn't thinking about starting something in the bar. Even though there was a knocked out man slumped at his feet. He took another swig of his drink letting it rest on his tongue before letting it enter his esophagus. Pretty soon, he was through with 3 glasses and was making flirtatious eye contact with some women in the stall across from them.


@Kyle: The Rogue

"My name is Ji'Kel of Clan Vizsla, nice to meet you Jaycob." The Chiss called over the bartender to fill up his glass again, now his fifth drink. "What brings me here? Only the celebration of the New Mandalore that I helped create. I was a Commando until 2 years ago, when I was promoted to SuperCommando. I've seen my share of battles for the Dominion." By now Ji'Kel had moved onto his sixth drink, and yet somehow was barely drunk. He laid an armored hand on Jaycob's shoulder saying, "Now my friend, what brings you here? You seem a bit newer, and quite young too. Adjusting to Mandalore's culture well?"

 

[Phoenix]

Well things certainly seemed to be heating up in their corner of the party. I think we all know that Prudii did things much worse than vomit in this helmet... vomiting would be an upgrade...

Dak could vaguely hear that Caed was fully on board Train Savage and apparently Kalan had heard it too since his share of the drink was going not into the helmet but all over Dak's armor. Ah, for kriff's sake man! he said as he lifted his helmet off and looked down at his armor which was covered in spews. It just had to be on me, didn't it? he said shaking his head and taking the helmet from the other man. They had certainly done their work on it as the helmet was already draining quickly and he decided he'd do his part.

Raising the bucket to his lips, he began to drain off more than his share of the alcohol. It was "justified" because he'd yet to have a drop yet and then he passed it on. He was going to pass it back to Talia or Ral but they seemed as if they were going to dance. So he did what he needed to, which was pick the first Mando he saw (in this case a man standing off in the corner by himself and not looking like the party time and pressed it into him, not really giving him the option to say no. You look like you could use a drink. Here ya go... If they were lucky, the helmet might make it all the way around the party. @Malon @Prudence

 

[crab]

Zal awoke with a painful groan. With hazy eyes he tried to assess his surroundings. It became abundantly clear where he was once the smells of rancid trash and worse began to assault his nostrils. He was laying comfortably on a mound of garbage in an alley outside the bar. How fitting. Not able to take the stench anymore, he rolled off his trash throne and slowly lifted himself off the ground. This was not his proudest moment.

As he shakily began his walk back to the barracks, he heard a voice shouting from the street corner,

“Discount droids! Don’t slaughter the enemies of Mandalore alone! Battle droids, cheap! Slightly used!”

Pivoting on his heel, Zal made a beeline to the source of the voice. A greasy man sat at a kiosk outside of a dingy warehouse. Above him, a sign flickered Cug’s House of Droids in Mando’a. As the groggy Super Commando approached, the vendor flashed a crooked grin. “Great warrior! I am honored to have you take interest in my humble business! Anything you need, I will have it!”

In his addled state, Zal could not have been more flattered by this man’s compliment. He was a great warrior, wasn’t he? Trying his best not to stumble verbally and physically, he replied,

“Yes...sir, thank you. I am in need of an astro-astromech droid for my Brambleback. Got anything that fits the bill?” In his heart of hearts, Zal knew that he nailed that exchange. There was no way that this man knew he was drunk.

“You know what? I might have exactly the thing you need! Let me go inside and see if I can find it.” As the merchant disappeared behind a rusty sliding door, Tenau smiled to himself as he leaned on the counter. This night was turning out alright.

It was only a few minutes before the merchant returned, with a small spherical droid humming in tow. It had a plain grey durasteel chassis flecked with a few patches of rust, but otherwise seemed functional. “This is a standard M-series Utility droid. A tried and true model with decades of use across the galaxy. This may be an older unit, but it has served many a master dutifully. It is more than up to the task of being your faithful co-pilot!” At that, the droid emitted a quick, dull doot in affirmation.

Zal was not an expert in droids in the slightest, but had picked up a bit of Binary serving alongside mining droids. Everything seemed in order, and his intoxicated state, he was all too eager to accept the offer at face value.

“How much, good sir vendor?”

“For a brave defender of Mandalore, you sir deserve a military discount! Let’s say...1900 credits.” It was a bit steep, but Zal had most of his basic needs fulfilled by the Army. Not to mention he still had some credits to burn from his last payment. This droid was his.

“Deal.” He fished out his cred stick and handed it to the merchant. “What’s it’s name by the way?”

“M0-J07” The merchant mumbled as he processed the credits with a grin.

“Huh...Mojo. I like it.”

 

[EmilyHuene]

"Yes Mandalore has seemed to enjoy some relative peace in the last few years. Whether we can contribute that to Ral's rule I can't say. More likely it's that for once we all have a common goal, and a threat on the horizon. And still interclan fueds exist, though you probably haven't been exposed to them much if at all...Ah Duke Ordo. If you were a Mandalorian I would tell you to do something about it. But alas...I think you misunderstand my intent here. Frankly darling, I don't give a damn if you love him. And I trust you just fine. I trust you to be useless just like any other aruetii. I honestly don't know what Ral sees in you beyond a sheath to hilt his sword in at night. I don't mean this with malice, it's just the reality of the world we live in. You may love Mandalore. But Mandalore does not suit you my dear."

The two danced around as Caedryn explained exactly what he thought of her. A whore. While he didn't say that word exactly, that's what he meant. An angry hiss would escape her lips as he bent her down like she was actually submissive to him. Evelyn had had enough. For five years she came to this planet acting sweet and gentle to not pose a threat to them. She wanted to be welcomed in as a friend. But it was clear these warrior people needed to see her fire. If there was ever a possibility of her and Ral being together, she would have to show them she too was a warrior.

The dam had snapped and Evelyn let her rage out. Her leg reached forward and behind Caedryn to trip him as she moved toward. Her hands simultaneously grabbed his wrist and his shoulder to which she would twist and push him down over her leg. The Dark side gifted her with strength far greater than the average woman allowing her to take him down. While he could stop something like this in a fight, she was counting on him being distracted with the party.

Assuming he fell, she'd use her tiny frame to pin him down by having one knee on his arm, her hand still holding his other arm down, and then her other knee against his chest. Her left hand would grip the soft tissue of his neck and her extra sharp nails would be at his throat. She could rip his throat from his neck if she felt the need. That was the blood lust in her from the Darkness. She looked down at Caedryn ready to strike and hissed at him louder as she bore her half breed fangs at him.

"You have no idea what I've been through!" She shouted, surely everyone in the room heard that. "You think I'm just some damsel flirting my way into power?! I've been beaten down my entire life trying to get stronger. My name is Evelyn Tenebris, the heir to the Tenebris clan. It is my birthright to lead them as a warrior. You think you grew up having it tough? Try being the only human in a pack of animals trying to kill you every day!"

@Arclight

 

[Kameron Esters-]

The two danced around as Caedryn explained exactly what he thought of her. A whore. While he didn't say that word exactly, that's what he meant. An angry hiss would escape her lips as he bent her down like she was actually submissive to him. Evelyn had had enough. For five years she came to this planet acting sweet and gentle to not pose a threat to them. She wanted to be welcomed in as a friend. But it was clear these warrior people needed to see her fire. If there was ever a possibility of her and Ral being together, she would have to show them she too was a warrior.

The dam had snapped and Evelyn let her rage out. Her leg reached forward and behind Caedryn to trip him as she moved toward. Her hands simultaneously grabbed his wrist and his shoulder to which she would twist and push him down over her leg. The Dark side gifted her with strength far greater than the average woman allowing her to take him down. While he could stop something like this in a fight, she was counting on him being distracted with the party.

Assuming he fell, she'd use her tiny frame to pin him down by having one knee on his arm, her hand still holding his other arm down, and then her other knee against his chest. Her left hand would grip the soft tissue of his neck and her extra sharp nails would be at his throat. She could rip his throat from his neck if she felt the need. That was the blood lust in her from the Darkness. She looked down at Caedryn ready to strike and hissed at him louder as she bore her half breed fangs at him.

"You have no idea what I've been through!" She shouted, surely everyone in the room heard that. "You think I'm just some damsel flirting my way into power?! I've been beaten down my entire life trying to get stronger. My name is Evelyn Tenebris, the heir to the Tenebris clan. It is my birthright to lead them as a warrior. You think you grew up having it tough? Try being the only human in a pack of animals trying to kill you every day!"

@Arclight

Thrit puts his finger in his ear and twists. He didn't really mind what was happening. Drama was entertaining for him. But he really couldn't take loud noises.

"My you are loud. Your upset I can see, but please don't blow our ears out. Besides, this is a day of celebration. Not a day of malice. Please restrain yourselves. " Thrit didn't want this to be the first celebration he attended that breaks out in resement." Plus, what business did they have resenting each other past transgressions? We are Mandalorians. We cannot fight amongst each other over the overall trivial. We are above this foolishness. Can you not at least put this aside until after the celebration? "

 

[Phantom]

Dawn had migrated away from the group, and was currently trying to flirt with another woman, when she heard a large commotion over by where her sister was. She made her way over and rolled her eyes when she saw that Evelyn had pinned Caed down to the floor and was ranting about her upbringing. She hurried to her sister's side, grabbing an arm and pulling the other woman off of Caedryn. "NOT here, Evelyn. Ral, get her out of here before anyone else gets hurt.

She gave her sister back to the Mand'alor and made her way back over to Caed. She reached down and offered a to help him up, "You nearly got your throat ripped out, next time, choose your words more carefully around her; because I won't be there next time to save your neck." Dawn left him and walkedback out to where her sister had been taken, "What the hell were you thinking?!"

 

[Arcangel]

Caedryn might have been taken completely off guard by Evelyn's sudden attack if it wasn't for one thing. The dark side flared in her as her anger spiked, he could sense it. But it wasn't the a vague flare of the darkside stoked purely by anger, but rather the focused drawing of power before an attack.

Her added strength and surprise attack gave her a slight advantage as he began to fall backwards over her leg. He was not however simply going to tumble down without fighting back, or at least land without the advantage.

Her right hand held his left wrist in an iron grip. Pushing back against her grip as he fell, he would bring his arm across his chest, and his hand would settle just below his throat as his back slammed into the ground. His right hand would reach down as he fell, grabbing the hilt of his sword, pulling the blade out and interposing it between them, drawing across his body, the edge parallel to his stomach. As she brought her knee down on his chest, she would feel the sharp edge of the blade press ever so softly against the soft flesh of her inner thigh, the cold phrik hungering for the pulsing artery that lay beneath. It would merely take the press of a button, the one his thumb was pressed against, for the blade to start vibrating and fillet the woman's leg, spilling her lifeblood on the ballroom floor. As her hand flashed for his throat, she would end up with a handful of fist as Caedryn jammed his balled up hand under his chin. Her other knee which sought to pin a flailing hand against the ground would find nothing but marble floor to slam painfully into, lacking the cushion of flesh and bone.

""I take back the sheath comment, with how much you use your mouth, I bet that's why he keeps you around" He choked past his fist, which was being pressed uncomfortably into his throat. "If you were Mandalorian I would think you were trying to seduce me. As it stands, I suggest you get off me before that pretty dress of yours ends up dyed red." Pressing the razor sharpness of his sword blade just a hair harder against her flesh. Without friction it wouldn't cut, but at the press of a button her leg would likely be on the floor beside them. His words were spoken with the cold tone of a man who had killed, and wouldn't hesitate to kill again.

It was just after his threat that another woman ran up, the sibling from earlier.

 

[Sreeya]

Talia watched the helmet get passed around, the sight eliciting a laugh. She was in a better mood than she had been in some time, and she owed it all to being around some of her most cherished people. They were all here and alive, and none of them knew when they would all be together next. Each time they met again, there had been fewer numbers. This was the first time they had made a true comeback, and she saw more new faces than ever before.

She looked at Ral curiously as he reached a hand for her to take, “Can’t very well refuse the Mand’alor, can I?” She grinned, indulging him. Normally she would have avoided him like the plague, but a combination of being around friends and drinks loosened her resolve on the matter. She had always been a fan of dancing, and Ral was one of the few Mandalorians she knew that had tried it. Talia cast a glance to ensure she would have the helmet back in her possession by the end of the night and was relieved to see it was still vomit-free.

Talia allowed Ral to lead her on the floor, and she was light on her feet despite the armor she wore. She spun whenever he raised his hand, twirling under him and back towards him with unexpected grace. Talia hadn’t done this with him for many years, quite possibly over a decade now. She couldn’t help but smile, finally loosening up around him. Talia caught his gaze a few times, feeling an odd pang inside that both exhilarated and pained her. It was inexplicable, and she didn’t want to explore it.

She moved in concert with him, not shying away from his touch. After a particular spin, she pulled back towards him, closer than before. Talia was only a few inches away from him, her smile disappearing and her eyes suddenly wide in surprise. She hadn’t looked at him like this in many years, and to see the sapphire orbs so up close and that same face was jarring for her. Talia was caught in the moment, her lips parting as if preparing to utter words, but none came out.

Her hand was on his chest, fingers curled against it, the other hand clutching his. She could swear she could feel the heartbeats, and still no words came from her. She was rooted in place, their surroundings blurring around her and the music enveloping her as she saw the faint silhouette of her surprised face in his eyes up so close. Talia’s breath caught and she went into a slight mental panic.

That was when she was abruptly yanked from her thoughts by commotion nearby. She turned in time to see the woman from earlier jump on Caed and engage in what appeared to be a brawl in that horribly inappropriate dress for the occasion. Talia was drawn back to reality and quickly stepped back from Ral, shaking herself out of the clouds her mind had been in. She almost reached for a gun as she saw the woman’s friend or sibling rush towards the fighting pair.

Talia remained where she was, watching the events play out and watching the sister bring Ral’s lover towards him. She looked beyond them to tilt her head at Caed as if to ask if he were still good. Her concerns were with her brethren and she wouldn’t hesitate to blow off someone’s face no matter who said person was cozying up with. Talia gave a sideways glance at Ral, along with a cocky grin before turning to walk back towards Dak and the others that were still struggling with the Prudii helmet.

@Kori Buor

 

[EmilyHuene]

Thrit puts his finger in his ear and twists. He didn't really mind what was happening. Drama was entertaining for him. But he really couldn't take loud noises.

"My you are loud. Your upset I can see, but please don't blow our ears out. Besides, this is a day of celebration. Not a day of malice. Please restrain yourselves. " Thrit didn't want this to be the first celebration he attended that breaks out in resement." Plus, what business did they have resenting each other past transgressions? We are Mandalorians. We cannot fight amongst each other over the overall trivial. We are above this foolishness. Can you not at least put this aside until after the celebration? "

Dawn had migrated away from the group, and was currently trying to flirt with another woman, when she heard a large commotion over by where her sister was. She made her way over and rolled her eyes when she saw that Evelyn had pinned Caed down to the floor and was ranting about her upbringing. She hurried to her sister's side, grabbing an arm and pulling the other woman off of Caedryn. "NOT here, Evelyn. Ral, get her out of here before anyone else gets hurt.

She gave her sister back to the Mand'alor and made her way back over to Caed. She reached down and offered a to help him up, "You nearly got your throat ripped out, next time, choose your words more carefully around her; because I won't be there next time to save your neck." Dawn left him and walkedback out to where her sister had been taken, "What the hell were you thinking?!"

Caedryn might have been taken completely off guard by Evelyn's sudden attack if it wasn't for one thing. The dark side flared in her as her anger spiked, he could sense it. But it wasn't the a vague flare of the darkside stoked purely by anger, but rather the focused drawing of power before an attack.

Her added strength and surprise attack gave her a slight advantage as he began to fall backwards over her leg. He was not however simply going to tumble down without fighting back, or at least land without the advantage.

Her right hand held his left wrist in an iron grip. Pushing back against her grip as he fell, he would bring his arm across his chest, and his hand would settle just below his throat as his back slammed into the ground. His right hand would reach down as he fell, grabbing the hilt of his sword, pulling the blade out and interposing it between them, drawing across his body, the edge parallel to his stomach. As she brought her knee down on his chest, she would feel the sharp edge of the blade press ever so softly against the soft flesh of her inner thigh, the cold phrik hungering for the pulsing artery that lay beneath. It would merely take the press of a button, the one his thumb was pressed against, for the blade to start vibrating and fillet the woman's leg, spilling her lifeblood on the ballroom floor. As her hand flashed for his throat, she would end up with a handful of fist as Caedryn jammed his balled up hand under his chin. Her other knee which sought to pin a flailing hand against the ground would find nothing but marble floor to slam painfully into, lacking the cushion of flesh and bone.

""I take back the sheath comment, with how much you use your mouth, I bet that's why he keeps you around" He choked past his fist, which was being pressed uncomfortably into his throat. "If you were Mandalorian I would think you were trying to seduce me. As it stands, I suggest you get off me before that pretty dress of yours ends up dyed red." Pressing the razor sharpness of his sword blade just a hair harder against her flesh. Without friction it wouldn't cut, but at the press of a button her leg would likely be on the floor beside them. His words were spoken with the cold tone of a man who had killed, and wouldn't hesitate to kill again.

It was just after his threat that another woman ran up, the sibling from earlier.

Oh how this man enraged her. He was even worse than Kalan. But she could feel the cold metal against her leg. She knew she had lost. While the blade wasn't sharp, she imagined he had one of those vibro swords she'd seen several Mandalorians wield. She hated the fact she wasn't fast enough to get him before he got his sword. Sure she could kill him, but she'd die much faster losing blood through that vein.

And then came Dawn. Her sister nearly ripped her off of Caedryn. Maybe she'd be thankful for that lately. But now....now she was just as enraged at her as the men. She stormed away, pushing past anyone who didn't move, Ral included. Evelyn was stopped by her sister once again before she could do something else stupid.

"What am I thinking?" Evelyn repeated back to her sister. She pulled her arm free, with a shove, then flipped her head around to turn away from Dawn. She then returned on her storm out and made her way out if the throne room. She needed air for a minute.

@Kori Buor ; @Arclight

 

[JDF]

Jaycob was relieved that the man was from Clan Vizsla. Since he was part of the same clan, he immediately felt a bit more comfortable. Ji'Kel, interesting name. He was also relieved that he was a SuperCommando. Perhaps he could learn a thing or two from him. The reason for him being there? To find a teacher to help him with the Mandalorian culture. So, no. Jaycob was not adjusting to the Mandalorian culture well.

"Yeah everything is going great so far" he lied, "and I'm here for the same reason everyone else is. To celebrate Mandalore." He raised his glass into the air and took another swig. He wondered if Ji'Kel could see through his lies, with him being a force-wielder and all. As he drank, he felt awkward. As if, everyone in the bar saw through him, like a ghost. Jaycob avoided eye contact while ordering another glass. He was getting nowhere. Maybe Ji'Kel would be the one to finally put an end to his nonsense wandering around and actually get him on the right track he thought.

"I'm interested in this SuperCommando thing. Tell me more, what do you do exactly? Have you killed someone before? What jobs does the Dominion include?" He randomly shot out. Jaycob understood that there were many questions he had and, hopefully, this would be the man to answer them. For 5 years in the faction, one would think that he already had all of these answers, but sadly they're wrong.

@Kyle: The Rogue