Buir bal ad (Father and daughter)

[Cynthia Solus]

[member="Strider Garon"]
Contruum -

A week passed and time dragged, or at least it seemed like it. She had finally finished her beskar'gam upgrade and had it reforged to fit her body shape hugging each curve. Still this was a good day, Strider, her father agreed to them actually spending time together. Something her vod fought for. All in all she was counting herself lucky for the opportunity. They had agreed to meet in the same bar that they happened to bump into each other.

And so she sat there at the bar sliding an empty glass between both palms, wondering how long it would take for him to show. "Would you like another miss?" The bartender asked. It was a different man this time. He had dark muddy blonde hair, shaved at the sides and an eye patch over one with a noticeable scar. "Yeah sure, something fruity no alcohol." She said in reply. "heads up." the glass left the palm of her hand sliding towards the man.

 

[Strider Garon]

Strider never thought he would have lived this long for he believed the field of battle would of taken his life in some violent manner that he had deserved. The old saying, live by the sword die by the sword, was just an expectation of his. Problem was the years went on, the violence never ceased to stop for there was always a war to be fought in this dark cruel galaxy and yet he just kept on living. Death had come close many of times with Strider narrowly escaping its grasp. Death had called on him not that long ago, this time it almost got its prey for an assassin had struck true by driving his blade into Strider's throat. Death had him, by all rights he belonged to it. Strider's brother, Garrus, on the other hand had different plans and had kept the old man in a deep freeze till he gathered the resources to save him. Time past and most of he mandalorians including the Garon clan had believed the Legendary warrior had finally died. They even had a wake for the old mam.

So when he came back from the dead, there was a gap he had missed in the lives of his family and friends. Though not uncommon for Strider to be absent, he was a career soldier and was rarely home. The ones that suffered the most were his children, most grew and matured with very little help from him. Then there were some that needed more of him and he was not there. Death had not taken him, his brother had cheated death's prize and now with this new found lease on life The soldier had pennants to serve for it was never to late to ask for forgiveness. To make up for lost time. Never to late to be the father he should of have been.

Strider entered the cantina, his adopted daughter was easy to spot at the bar. She was the one with the bright pinkish purple hair. Was very much a beacon for any of those that were in search of her. Or for those that had interest for Strider notice from his quick glance of the room he was not the only one eyeing his daughter. He growled inwardly. Cynthia always had to dress provocatively which attracted plenty of attention from vile creatures that ravaged every inch of her body with their eyes. Pigs the lot of them.

Strider marched up to the bar, he wasn't wearing his beskar'gam sides from the vambraces and the shin guards. He wore simple black trousers and black T shirt, very much the same outfit he wore the last time he was in this cantina. His red bandana would keep his long black hair out from his eyes as he approached his daughter. "Su cuy'gar Cy'ika!" His deep resonating voice, rich with the concordian accent, would breach the void and announce his proximity to her. Strider hoped that the leering eyes of those hungry animals would avert just by his presence alone.

[member="Cynthia Raxis"]

 

[Cynthia Solus]

[member="Strider Garon"]

The girl turned to look at her buir as he spoke. His deep voice seemed to frighten others yet to her it was calming, in some ways soothing that she was able to hear her fathers voice, something that was like a luxury. "Su cuy'gar buir. Me'vaar ti gar?" She said knowing full well others in the room wouldn't understand the words which was good. "Gar tsikala at slanar ra tihaar sol'yc?" Either way it didn't matter she had some quality alcohol in her bag that she got from one of the members of clan mantis. Cynthia had only a taste and it tasted like it was strong enough to strip the paint from her nails. Was a little to strong for her taste and she had things to mix it with.

Cynthia did't know what to expect or what they'd be doing, all she needed to know was that she was going to be spending time with Strider. "Heads up!" the bartender said loudly that grabbed her attention. Her hand reached out ready to grab the glass that slid across the bar's surface with only a small drop jumping from out the momentum. In a quick moment she downed the drink in a few gulps. There was no such thing as lady like to the girl, she was a mandalorian brought up by men, and the two that influenced her life till now was well a bad example. Didn't mean there wasn't a chance to change that, and Cynthia hoped this was her buir's attempt at changing things between them.