Nobody Likes Us- We Don't Care

[Rico Bandero]

"DOO IIITT AGAAAIIIN!!!" A stranger called from the crowd as the raucous laughter, cheers, and jeering began to die down. The Cantina's patrons were a rambunctious bunch, Captain Bandero had noticed. He'd become stuck here over Life Day weekend, waiting for a solar storm to clear before he could continue his route out of the Kashyyyk system to drop his load of mining equipment. It was rather fortuitous, he thougt, that he should be trapped her with so many patrons so willing and able to part with a few wupiupi for a good song, and who knew what other business opportunities were waiting here? IT had the makings of a good time. About half the tree-top drinking establishments patrons were brave, fighting Mandalorians at the moment, with a few uncomfortable looking spacers and other foreigners of various denominations both human and not, and then topped off with a few wookie regulars and the grizzled, furry old barkeep who seemed particularly happy with the liberal spending of his current clientele.

"Ok ok ok ok ooookkkkkaaaay!" Rico called out loudly, his voice beginning to get a little hoarse, one hand waving an admonishing finger in the air in response to the requestor as his other three limbs busied themselves recalibrating all seven strings of his old hallisket. It sure was lucky he'd picked up some Mando'a here and there working a tour shuttle in a resort town. His knowledge of the best cantina songs for a variety of patrons was quickly proving to be a moderately profitable asset. The Ardennian strummed a strong, reverberating note on his hallisket. The crowd went silent. The note echoed.

"Naasaaaaad'guuuuur mhiiiiiiii," Rico bellowed suddenly, the powerful, strong note strumming in the packed cantina, "Naasaaaaad'guur mhiiiiii, Naaaaaasad'guur mhiiiii, mhiiiii n'uluuuuu…"

The crowd was already buzzing by this point, picking up on his tune almost as soon as he got started in, eager to pick up the popular cultural chant and clinging to the melodic tune of the scoundrels Hallisket. Drinks clinked, armor clanked, weapons jangled (but not blasters, because this establishment prohibited them), and two dozen drunken Mandalorians warbled.

"Naasaaaaad'guuuuur mhiiiiiiii, Naasaaaaad'guur mhiiiiii, Naaaaaasad'guur mhiiiii, mhiiiii n'uluuuuu…"

The crowd was certainly aggressive. They carried a collective baritone tune that was unrivaled with most cultures and their drinking songs when bellowed beyond the borders of their own system. It was inspiring, truly, Rico thought as the verse closed.

Mhiiiii Mando'ade, Kandosii'adeeee, Teeeeh Mandaaaa'yaim, Mandaaao'ade.

The Ardennians hallifax warbled violently as the chant drew to a close, echoing dully in the tree house cantinas wooden halls. If someone didn't want to fight after listening to this extravagent boast of a drinking chant and combining it with copious amounts of alcohol served up by a 400lb Wookie of dubious qualifications... Well, Rico just didn't know what was right with the Galaxy anymore.


(OOC: Naasad'guur mhi, the song, and the tune. Now just imagine a hard core seven stringed guitar knocking that shit out. Bow down, dikut'la. This is a Death Disabled, relatively friendly cantina thread for anyone attending the Life Day Ceremonies, Mando or no. A bar brawl is probably to be expected, but lets keep it clean and in good sport.")

@Sreeya @Phoenix @Arclight @Mithias @Ecclessy @Darasuum @GABA (tagging random Mandos. Bring friends.)[/url]

 

[Solius Grand]

Solius rubbed against the back of his neck, causing a bit of his face paint to smear against his hand. The odd man would glance down towards his hand, frowning at the sight. Though his attention would quickly be turned towards the sound of a singing monkey of all people. His hazel eyes would squint as his head tilted, is that a talking monkey..and where am I? The man pondered for a moment on how he had made it into the crowded cantina--surely he was walking around on the platform only moments before.

Whatever the case the cantina was certainly a rowdy one, and full of song and joy. The sheer thought of laughter brought him back to his days on the Imperial court, serving and treating the nobility. Was my joke about Prince Elix really that distasteful...I thought it was to die for.. He said to himself and aloud. All it takes is one bad joke and you're thrown in the dungeon, forced to deal with the force poking at your brain...did I mention they probed my brain?

The man's thoughts escaped from his mind and out of his tongue. "Anyhow, you look great--do you come here often?" The weird man asked towards what he thought was a woman--though he was seen simply talking to a woman's reflection who appeared against a shiny power box. I think she likes me.

 

[Tyrn Rau]

""Naasaaaaad'guuuuur mhiiiiiiii, Naasaaaaad'guur mhiiiiii, Naaaaaasad'guur mhiiiii, mhiiiii n'uluuuuu…"" Tyrn belted out along with his fellow Clansmen. The drinking chant was a classic when drinking on foreign worlds, and Kashyyyk definitely qualified. Drinking "tame" Cortyg brandy, which was anything but, Tyrn and his fellow Mandalorians were drunk. Really drunk. Wookiee liquor had that affect on non-wookiees. "Mhiiiii Mando'ade, Kandosii'adeeee, Teeeeh Mandaaaa'yaim, Mandaaao'ade." Tyrn raised his glass as the Mandalorian groups deep and solemn baritone grew even louder as they finished out the chant, many of them beating their buy'ce to the beat on the hard wooden tables and bar as they sang, providing a primal sounding accompanying rythm akin to ancient mandalorian war drums.

"Ral'pirur!" Tyrn shouted as the chant came to an end, tossing back the remainder of his brandy. Stumbling back, he bumped into Ryell Varek (@Malon ). Wrapping an arm around the man's shoulder, he bumped his forehead against his fellow warrior's in a friendly if clumsy keldabe kiss. "Gar cuyir'urnr par'a Kryze." He slurred in Mando'a, willing to forgive the man's allegiances for the moment. "Mhi akaanir tome, mhi pirur tome." Raising his glass once more, he brought it to his lips and tilted it up. And tilted it higher. And higher. Nothing.

"Ner piru'cuyir ut'reeyah!" He shouted as he squinted through blurred vision at the bottom of his glass. Stumbling away from the crowd of Mandalorians and towards the bar, Tyrn almost slammed into a strangely clad, white face-painted man (@TWD26 ). "Ut'miai!" He shouted as he caught himself from falling with a gloved and gauntleted hand to the man's face, the black material coming away with smeared face paint as he pushed the man's face on his way past in his continued e'cursior for more liquor. Stumbling up the bar in front of the wookiee bartender, he slammed his empty glass on the table and slurred, "Ner piru'cuyir ut'reeyah!" Digging in his flightsuit for his money, he deposited a shining golden wupiupi on the table before repeating, "Ner piru'cuyir ut'reeyah."

Once his drink was refilled, he would turn to the Ardennian musician (@Loco ) and toss his change at the man, shouting. "geroya Vode An burc'ya!" This shout was accompanied by raucous cheers by his fellow soldiers as he had requested a favorite of the Mandalorian people, Vode An.

 

[Ryell Varek]

Being among other Mandalorians was... interesting.

Ryell had gotten glimpses of Mandalorian culture and camaraderie at the enclave back on Atlas, but to actually be with participating members of Mandalorian culture again was incomparable by a long shot. The Mandalorian youth was drunker than he had ever been in his young life and was loudly (and rather obnoxiously) belting a catchy tune he had only learned a few moments before.

"Naasad'guur mhi, Naasad'guur mhi, Naasad'guur mhiiiiiiiii, mhi n'ulu!" He laughed stupidly between lines and he wasn't even sure why. A few hours ago, they were being shot at by giant lizard-men, and now? "Naasad'guur mhi, Naasad'guur mhi, Naasad'guur mhiiiiiiiii, mhi n'ulu!" He hiccuped and staggered when Tyrn (@Arclight), one of the men who had been shot at along side him, gave him a keldabe kiss, which completely threw him off his rhythm and sent him into a fit of bubbly giggles.

Alas, the show had to go on! "Mhiiiiii Mando'aaaade, Kandosii'ade, teh Manda'yaaaaaiiiiim, Mandaaao'adeeee!" Finishing the verse, he took a deep drink from his bottle and stumbled back into a nearby wooden bench. It didn't occur to him at that moment that every one of the other Mandalorians there was ridiculously well-armed and that the entire area could become a battleground the second a shot was fired. He was too drunk to care. But, perhaps because he was drunk, he did noticed the damn clown that had found its way among them.

"That," he said, waiving his drink in the clown's general direction, and loudly enough for anyone around to hear him, "is one ugly sonovabitch! Who let a motherkriffin' clown in here anyways?"

 

[Ner Giza]

“Come to Kashyyyk, he said”, the young Twi’lek muttered to herself as she avoided a pair of boisterous drunks careening along the walkway. ”We can honor Life Day like the Jedi of ooooooooold, he said”, her sarcastic tones caused the word to rise up and down along with a shake of her head. Her hand reached out to grab hold of the railing, a rather smooth limb of the wroshyr tree polished by generations of hands before her own. Raucous laughter and deep voices raised in song drifted out in the night while she paused and voiced the last of her litany in her mind, ’Oh come on Ner, you call yourself a Rebel? What better way to assert your sense of free will than at a forbidden celebration of Life?’

Naturally she had caved to the manipulations of her partner; here she was in beautiful downtown Row-row... she had given up long ago on trying to pronounce the name of the floating-tree village. Mostly, she knew she was ready for some time off from doing missions and she couldn’t completely blame Aurelian. Her features softened before those eyebrows drew together in annoyance. Frak it all, he knew about her aversion to hair. Land of the Wookies! What had she been thinking?

Some blood sucking entity buzzed round her face and she raised her hand to shoo it away. Oh yes, she remembered now. The Hunting. Somewhat nostalgic for a bit of the sport, she snorted at what her sentimentality had gotten her. Yes there had been hunts a plenty she could have joined, several of which there was no way that would have happened. While she had hunted some pretty fearsome beasts back on Rhyloth with her uncle, none of them had been Wyyyschokk. Web weaving horrors. Just thinking of it made her shiver. People who went down to the Shadowlands were brightsick! She vowed to never let her partner choose a vacation spot again.

Naturally the kiddie hunts, those that only ventured down into the first three tiers on the Rryatt Trail, had departed before she arrived. She hadn’t been fool enough to go hunting alone on this world; so while it was Aurelian went on his mystic quest for enlightenment, she got systematically drunk. She had started out on the Accarragam, which really wasn’t that bad. Ner’Giza didn’t even think twice when she learned it was made from fungus for her own people made use of them and it hardly seemed exotic. Even so it was a bit stronger than she suspected and had felt it was time for some air.

Ner'Giza became captivated by the music, however, and she pushed away from the railing to peer into the tree hut and see what all the merriment was about. It was a catchy tune, she mused and unconsciously began humming along totally clueless about its meaning. Her soprano tones rang out over the lull that occurred at the end of the song, no longer drowned out by the sound of the men. Falling abruptly silent, a few of the patrons within turning to give her the once over, she had the overwhelming feeling that maybe she should have stayed in for the night.

 

[James Bralor]

James Leant against bar a mug of Ne'tra Gal in one hand and the other tapping the rhythm against his chest plate while he roared out "Naasaaaaad'guuuuur mhiiiiiiii, Naasaaaaad'guur mhiiiiii, Naaaaaasad'guur mhiiiii, mhiiiii n'uluuuuu…"" He didn't know if it was the song or the drink but he started laughing.

Kashyyyk might be as far from home as possible in terms of environment but in terms the class of people in this bar it felt like home "Mhiiiii Mando'ade, Kandosii'adeeee, Teeeeh Mandaaaa'yaim, Mandaaao'ade." He witnessed a sloppy Keldabe that made him laugh all the harder.

As the song came to it's close James boomed out"Kote At Mand'alor! Kote at Mando'ade! Bal'ban!"

 

[Rico Bandero]

Man, these Mango's sure loved him. At least, Rico thought they did. They sure did seem rowdy and rambunctious and they really dug the song as he strummed the final exaggerated note on his trusty hallifax. The freighter captain didn't actually know all that much Mando'a- just enough to get by- but he'd memorized drinking chants and cantina music in a half dozen languages to amuse passengers and vacationers at his old gig. He knew the gist of this one, but that was about it, so when some people in the crowd started shouting and requesting specifics, Rico didn't even know that this was what they were doing, much less know the song being requested (@Arclight). Luckily enough, he did know another different drinking chant. And so, while his lower arms tuned up the strings for the next song, Rico enthusiastically clapped and cheered along with the crowd, then purposefully ignored the request for "Vode An" while he enthusiastically pointed at some random warrior behind the requestor who seemed bewildered at the sudden attention of the mariachi.

"Buy'ce gal, buy'ce tal?" Rico called out, "You've got it my friend!" he wagged his finger in the air, "Buy'ce gal, buy'ce tal everybody! Let's a go!"

As he test strummed the first chord, Rico took another good look around the audience. His hallisket case was receiving a steady flow of spare credits, but he wasn't sure how much longer this would remain the best venue for him. The sad clown in the corner looked like he was killing the mood for some of his neighbors, which in a Mandalorian packed cantina was a good way to get dead. Rico didn't have any interest in getting wrapped up in a cantina brawl on a Wookie world with a bunch of high dollar mercenaries and bounty hunters. Four fists or no, that wasn't Rico's scene. He was well prepared to beat feet at a moments notice. But that was just a contingency plan- for now, he had a song to sing.

"Buy'ce gal, buy'ce tal,
Verbor'ad ures alit,
Mhi draar baat'i meg'parjii'se,
Kote lo'shebs'ul narit!"


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