Gal'gala [Mandalorian Welcome]

[Jaster Awaud]

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[video]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f55CqLc6IR0[/video]

Location: Palace of the some Fallen Weequay
Planet: Ruul, moon of Sriluur

Ruul was a luxury world for Bulq Family, a wealthy Weequay Family. Jaster rather liked the planet from the few times that he visited. Unlike the last times, where he was here to set up trade relations with the criminal element that resided on the important trade planet. He was now sitting on the table of some Weequay that decided dying was not worth his palace. He and his Clansmen were collecting on some debt that the previous inhabitant owed to Jaster. Now it was being used as a Ale House for the Survivors of the Civil War and were now parting for those who did not. Many of the people that Fled to Jaster were not able to properly say their good-byes to their loved ones who fought the honorable fight. Now they would party for those who could not, and there were a lot who could not, so that meant to drink up.

Sitting on a stone carved table that looked more like a throne then somewhere people would eat. This table was dragged across the palace to a lifted area that was probably meant to be a stage. His foot catching the edge of the table and the other flat on the floor, his high hanging leg created a wall that was now holding up his blaster rifle with his arm resting at the top of both. Tables and chairs were dragged in from other rooms to fill the largest room that was probably a Ball Room into a make shift Inn. Warrior wondered that halls as they carries a tankard in one arm and their helmets or another warrior in the other. Jaster had the Nomad Fleet parked in orbit and all Mandalorians were ordered to get off the ships and attend the party. He sat at the top of the room and could see all people that were once filled with fear and uncertainty were now smiling, laughing and fighting. Several warriors were already making fighting circles and many young blood who lost their parents during the Civil War were ready to take their anger out in Honorable Fashion. Both Men and Women wondered the room as young men attempted to show off their stuff to women and watched as some failed miserably, and others were more successful. His personal creations, the Mantanites, along with warriors in flat black armor with separate dark red designs circled the palace and perimeter of the estate.

It was at this time that one of those such warriors walked up to Jaster sitting at the table and whispered to him, "The Bulq Family has sent over a large amount of various ales, wishing us a good week." He nodded and the trooper walked away. It was obviously a bribe, and so Jaster decided to let them think they were here to raid. He ordered that a signal be sent out that any Mandalorian looking to party with Clan Awaud would be welcomed and join them in the week of entertainment.

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Drink, fight and have fun, any suggestion on games and hunts PM me, I have the money to spend to let creatures loose in the Tropical Enviorment

 

[Loreena Arenais-Valhoun]

Lori wasn't a typical Mandalorian. In truth she was only half. Her mother [member="Lady Kay"] was adopted into Clan Raxis before Lori and her twin brother [member="Caedyn Arenais"] were born. Her father [member="Veiere"] Arenais used to be a Jedi. But then he lost his way and let his anger and frustration take over. Everyone in her family were seperated from one another. Even her big older brother [member="Bradshaw Ku"] was away from home having fun somewhere. Or at least that was what she figured. Of course Lori knew that it was never anyone's plan to have it be this way. But given who both Cae and herself were, and the numerous attempts by evil people to control their mother, it was just safer for her children to be with trusted people.

And it gave them freedom too. Freedom from the burdens of royalty and politics. Freedom to choose their own paths in life.

[member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] was a trusted friend of the family and so it was he that was given the task of giving Lori a better understanding of the Galaxy outside of CSA space and to gain the skills to survive it.

And Lori was having a blast! She was learning to fly! And to fix ships, which she was amazing at both, in her little 14 year old mind. But she had always had a better mechanical aptitude than her brother. Her own little side project was to make a jetpack for herself. But right now she was just in the drawing/design stage. It will be awesome though! And it won't blow up when she tries it! Honest!

Now to the present. Lori smirked as she saw Jaster sitting up on a throne of sorts as though he was King. So far she hadn't been lectured on proper greetings and the heirarchy of things. Outside of Commenor, she figured they were all equals. Her only problem was that she was a kid and Jaster was...well, old. He was an uncle to her and she did -try- to behave herself. But her sarcastic wit tended to show through every now and again.

She approached Jaster and gave him a playful grin. "You look comfy up there. Should I bow or curtsie?" With Cae not being here to be the target of her teasing and pranks, Jaster was the unfortunate one to take his place.

 

[Chekīta Kaie]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Now this was a party fit for Mandalore, plenty of drink to go around, fighting for all and handsome men and dare some some pretty women for all, it was a life that Chekita had ignored for too long. That was not to say she did not enjoy her old life, being a body guard got you quite a few perks, being able to legally kill anyone if the pose a thread, the money, and free travel with her employer, but deep down something like this wild gather just felt like home. It was probably just her Mandalorian blood boiling from excitement, or perhaps it was the feeling of being welcomed among fellow clans men and others that all shared the same passion. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]"Gah this is the life", Chekita after downing a pint of ale, slamming the cup back down onto the table with the force of a full grown man. "Oi best be careful Kaie, don't want to get ahead of yourself and wind up drunk in some strangers bed", some other [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Awuad [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]clans men joked at the sight of her impressive chugging abilities, "Oh kriff off I can take it, besides even if I was drunk not like you'd be able to sleep with me that easily". A hearty laugh could be heard from all those sitting around her, Chekita letting out a small chuckle as well glad that there were others with her odd sense of humor, that did not mean she should get carried away though.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]More upper class Mandalorians like [member="Loreena Arenais"] and of course [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] were present, it would be a mistake to embarrass herself in front of such influential member. Even if not in much of a high position she still represented what warriors the now reformed Awaud clan had to offer and in no way would she let someone look down upon them or purposely bring shame to her people. "Anyways fill me up another I will out drink all of you here".[/SIZE]

 

[Jaster Awaud]

The Metalic Alor atop the Stone Table only looked towards his Ward that his close friend placed [member="Loreena Arenais"] under his tutelage. The young princes of the Commenor Systems Alliance was Mandalorian by blood on her mother adoptions into Clan Raxis. Since there were no trainer in the ways of the Resol'nare, the Pillars of what it meant to be Mandalorain. As a favor for the financial backing and support of Clan Awaud and the Nomad Fleet, he agreed to teach her. So far, the training was going well in teaching her the basics, as well at the history and culture of Clan Awaud. Her piloting and Mechanics skill were levels past most members of the Clan, and her adept ability in Hand to Hand Combat was very skilled, but could be refined. He would continue her training on the Nomad Fleet.

"A proper greeting for an Alor in company as such is to offer the proper honorable greeting, for me a simple slap on the back and a tankard of Tihaar," He slid off the table and got on his knee. He looked her in her eyes and placed his right arm across his chest in a Mandalorian Salute. "This is the proper salute and calling the chief of another Clan, Al’verde," He did his best to pronounce it for her, "AHL-vair-day"

At this point he noticed [member="Kaine Australis"] and Clan Australis join them in the drinking hall. They were an new addition to Clan Awaud's growing umbrella of worriers and their Nomadic Fleet. They offered a safe haven and staging point for their warriors to be Mandalorian, as well a stand with Jaster as Allied Clans. It was a good thing, Clan Australis were a very honorable troop of warriors that have been known as some of the best front line adrenaline junkies in the Galaxies. He waved over to [member="Chekīta Kaie"] to welcome them to this wonderful evening, though he could see she was already 3 tall ones deep, though that was a light event for her. He gave her a look like, fight one or to to show them the power of Clan Awaud.

 

[Chekīta Kaie]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Out of the coner of her eyes Chekita saw some erratic movement coming from [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] earning a slight eye brow raise, was not their most affluent leader supposed to be conversing with [member="Loreena Arenais"] of something, not dancing while sitting down. Turning her head around to the Awaud clan leader she now realized the man was waving, to her specifically, giving indication to their new arrivals [member="Kaine Australis"], the man having just walking in yelling out OYA at the top of his lungs. "Ay boys lookie what we ave here, some people from clan Australis, guess I'll give em a warm welcome".[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Getting up from her seat the young woman slaughtered over to the loud man, giving him a light punch to the shoulder upon getting within arms reach, "Su cuy'gar jorad uram, what you ere for, drink women or both", she joked followed by a hearty laugh. "Whatever the case make yourself feel welcome, but if you want the good stuff that the Bulq Family just sent over ya gonna ave to earn it, if you know what I mean".[/SIZE]

 

[Loreena Arenais-Valhoun]

Lori was about to protest the prospect of just being like a server and giving drinks to him, but decided against it. She hated the smell of booze. Her father drank, as did others and she thinks that it just made them...depressed and boring. Lori figured that she'd never understand why they'd want to be that way...on purpose! [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] was giving her a lesson, even now. Though she figured that it was hardly the place to do so.

Still she let her rebeliousness drop for a moment, nodding a little as he held her gaze. "Ahl-vair-day." she repeated.

Of course Lori was puzzled. How was she supposed to know who was a chief and who wasn't? It's not as though they wear signs on their helmets or name tags on their chests.

Jaster's attention was drawn elsewhere and Lori looked to see who they were; [member="Chekīta Kaie"] and [member="Kaine Australis"] . Booooring. Most adults were, in her opinion. She was quite confident that she wasn't going to come across anyone her age, and already she was missing her twin brother again. She folded her arms across her chest, looking very much like her mother as she eyed the partiers with the judgemental look that only a bored girl barely in her teens could give. She then returned her gaze to Jaster. "So what's my task for today?" She was pretty certain that she'd be the only sober one around. Not to mention the youngest.

 

[Jaster Awaud]

He continue to look down at both [member="Chekīta Kaie"] and [member="Kaine Australis"] with his clan, and of course Chekita being one of the best fighters in Clan Awuad she was looking to start something. It would keep Clan Australis entertained until the proper Denon Brandy and Corillian Whiskey was being broken into. Jaster himself could never drink anything other then reprocessed nutrients and filtered water to keep him hydrated. Their little scuffle was being flanked by two other Fighting circles that were breaking out near them as well as a bar fight in the distance over a disagreement on who had the better Pazzak Cards. It was Mandalorian way to fight, love and drink for various reasons.

Once he was sure the two would be preoccupied, he returned his attention to [member="Loreena Arenais"]. She had asked what her task was today, and being a Ward of the Alor, she would be reduced to a Bar Maid and serve drinks. However, he had a different idea in mind. He fell on his rear end and sat on the floor with his head leaning against the stone table as he looked up to Loree. "Truth be told I through this party to show you the Culture of Mandalorian People," He placed his hand in front of himself and waved it over the crowd, "I don't know if you remember this, but there was a Civil War with the Mandalorians, a brutal and devastating battle that cleared our homeworld of any resemblance of what it was before," He then pulled his left leg up and dropped his arm on the knee of it as an arm rest, "many here lost friends, family, and even who clans during the War, and look at them know,"

The room was filled with laughter and joy at even the small things like a table of 4 people with no alcohol or food, just talking to one another. Still if one looked hard enough some warriors could be found in the corners or crevasses of the room. These few could be seen with water running down their eyes and one even threw their metal military cup on the floor before leaning against the wall and covering his face. "Mandalorian culture is fulled with death and shortened life, but we always party and drink and fight not to forget, but to honor those we lost and to remind us that we must live our lives without regret," He locked a glance at Loree whether she was looking at him or not and said, "Your task for today is to no longer learn, just live without regrets."

 

[Chekīta Kaie]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Chekita let out a small 'oof' as Kaine slapped her back, it was firm but not hard, carrying a playful feeling to it, "Well everyone had a big mouth, but you sir take the cake, being able to shout over all the ruckus around here and such". It was more of a joke then an actual nick name that would stick, a small jest to break the ice, you know before breaking something else.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]"Well here is the run down, some rich family called Bulq, I think from Alderan of something is giving us booze, we drink the booze, simple, but such fine stuff comes at a cost, and that ain't credits oh no getting your hands on that fine drink requires different credentials. [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]She hinted towards the fighting rings that had formed and the more then friendly spars that some of the other Mandos where partaking in, though not before replying to Kaine's next comment.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]"Oh your a cheeky one, as for me being on the menu, well lets just say you have your work cut out for you, may have the wrestle with half the party if that is your plan". That was no joke, quite a few guys, and even some girls fancies Kaie, being quite the strong and well endowed woman she was often turning heads, "Of course you don't have to fight, but then again what type of Mando would that make you"?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt][member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] l [member="Loreena Arenais"] l [member="Kaine Australis"][/SIZE]

 

[Talia]

The great hall was buzzing, converted into a temporary ale house for them all to drink, drunken shouts and cheers exploded regularly, a fight of some sorts at its centre. Leaning against one of the pillars that ran the length of the room, Talia felt detached from it all. She'd never been great at large gatherings, things could go one of two ways for her. Drink to excess to loosen herself and wind up doing something stupid or remain on the outskirts.

Her eyes travelled to the nearest fighting pit, watching the battle over the top of her tankard. The winner, marked as such the moment his opponent stepped into the ring, was over six foot tall and at least two hundred pounds of muscle. His opponent was young, wiry and unblooded. Oh he'd had training, he held his own, managed to avoid a few direct hits by being quick on his feet his didn't see the strike coming that she did. It cracked him hard around the jaw, dropping him in an instant. Cursing, Talia downed the rest of her drink, slamming it onto a nearby table as the crowd jeered at the boy. She squeezed past them, and stood over the boy rolling him onto his back and tapping his cheeks gently to wake him up.

"You're done, ad'ika. Up you get." She told him, helping him up and passing him to a couple of sympathetic members. The 'tank' as she dubbed him in her mind was strutting his stuff, encouraging the cheers. Talia smirked. "Big man." she mocked "Break little things. Much talent." a smattering of laughter answered her as he rounded on her, expression confused. "Too many words for you?" she unhooked her helmet fro her belt, tossed it to someone in the crowd and began to unload her weapons too. "If any of those don't come back to me. I'll take all of you down." She warned, before planting herself in front of the tank.

"Come on big man, let see what you can really do."

[member="Chekīta Kaie"] [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] [member="Loreena Arenais"] [member="Kaine Australis"]

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[member="Koda Fett"] [member="Cato Fett"] [member="Tonka Fett"] [member="Tamara Wren"] [member="Entye Shysa"] [member="Gilamar Skirata"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] @Kode Vizsla [member="Mereel Vaun"] [member="Mirshko Betna"]

consider this a polite jab in the ribs to come play

 

[Chekīta Kaie]

Looking over her shoulder Chekita noted [member="Talia Fett"] stepping into one of the fighting rings, taking on some rather large muscle of a man, it would be fun to see her wipe the floor with him. She did not know much about the woman but one thing was certain she was a fearsome fighter and that was not even using the force, not someone you would want to mess with, and to top it all off quite the good looker as well and a tattoo person as well.

Turning back to [member="Kaine Australis"], "well it looks like an open invite just came up, but I guess we can tussle, some people have commented on the things I can do with my hands, and I'd be more then happy to show you in a practical sense". From bounty hunter cyborgs to ex-One Sith special forces Chekita had fought them all, and though not always winning she had manged to survive, that spoke something of her skill in combat.

[member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] l [member="Loreena Arenais"]

 

[Loreena Arenais-Valhoun]

Lori blinked. [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] threw this party for her? Just to show her culture? It wasn't even her Life Day. She glanced around while he explained further. It was easy to see that the Mandalorians thrived on war. There was fighting going on now, but it was friendly fighting, as far as she could tell. War had not come to her homeworld of Commenor since long before she was born. Through the efforts of her parents, most especially her mother, her home was safe and secure.

It was quite the opposite for Jaster and his people.

Lori couldn't quite grasp the concept of war and of fighting for her life. She had never come across it. The most danger that she's ever been in is each time Jaster let her be the pilot and perform tricky maneuvers. "I can't imagine losing everyone..." Yet here she was, away from her twin brother and her parents. Perhaps it was practice, perhaps not. Either way, she couldn't imagine being away from them forever.

Her eyes focused on Jaster then as he gave her the day's task. However it wasn't really a task at all. It was a lesson of a different sort. "Live without regrets?...Okay...I'll try." Lori took in a deep breath and let it out in a huff. What was she going to do? Not drink, surely. And as for fighting? She was far too small. No one would even try it. Then her gaze fell on one of the soldiers hiding his face in his hands. Just his body language alone made her very sad. Without a word she left Jaster's side and headed over to the large individual, pulling out a piece of cloth from her pocket, which was commonly used as a washcloth given that she liked to meddle in mechanics. Once she reached him, she sat down next to him cross-legged, holding out her palm with the cloth on top. "Hi...My name's Loreena. But most call me Lori. Are you missing someone? I'm missing people too. We just have to...take it one day at a time and live without regrets. It'll make them proud."

[member="Chekīta Kaie"] [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Talia Fett"]

 

[Steel Eyes]

Tonka was a adopted. It kinda went without saying really being that he was nine feet tall, had horns, tusk, and skin like duraplate but then no-one seemed to care. That was the thing about Mandalorians, family was more than blood. His blood family was like him in a physical sense but he was a Fett in just about every other way. Unfortunately, he didn't really fit in easy, literally. Most of the galaxy was made for smaller folks. A lot smaller. Like at least a third smaller, and that made life a bit difficult. Doors mostly.

He wanted to be inside, but the door had other ideas. You didn't expect doors to have ideas, really, but the one in front of him quite obviously was saying "no" when he wanted it to say "sure".

He bent down and turned to the side and that almost worked, except his knees still bumped the door jam. He figured jam was definitely a good word for what it did in function, but that didn't make it less of a jerk. He got down on his hands and knees but it was still too narrow, so he laid on his side and just started to kind of shimmy through. That worked but a lot of people were staring and a few started to laugh until he was inside. The laughing stopped when he stood up. For a second. It started up again when one of his horns punched through the ceiling and he got stuck.

He decided he had two choices, stay there the whole day blocking the door or remove his horn and try to think small thoughts. He yanked his head down tossing plaster across the floor and then got on his knees. He walked on his knees to a table, took one look at the thin chair legs, and decided to sit on the floor by the table as people made ready to scrap.

He didn't really see the honor in fighting folks that were so small, so he asked a server for a gallon of ale and settled in to watch the folks that needed to feel bigger or prove that their size didn't matter so much. He wished he was small with something to prove, sometimes, but more often he wished for bigger doors, and maybe bigger chairs.

[member="Loreena Arenais"] [member="Chekīta Kaie"] [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] [member="Talia Fett"] [member="Kaine Australis"]

 

[Chekīta Kaie]

The thump of rather large foot steps caught Chekita's attention as well, her gaze shifting from the fighting ring to the very very large armored being coming through the door way, earning a slight whistle from the herself. "Being honest not really keen to fight him either, well at lest not without my armor, one punch from that guy and you'd be dead sent flying and become a nice red painting along the wall".

She turned back around to face [member="Kaine Australis"] intent on finishing the conversation the two where having only to see the Australis snag a bottle of the more finer drink, downing the bottle before handing it to herself. "I though I had made it clear about having to earn the liqueur did I not? I should punch you in the face right now for going again what I said, and in regards to your earlier comment, I only date people that have beaten me in a fight, women being the exception".

She snagged the bottle of his hands, taking a large swig before slamming it back down onto the table, "Yowa, that stuff is strong, whooo hope there is more of this around".

[member="Tonka Fett"] l [member="Loreena Arenais"] l [member="Talia Fett"]

 

[Jaster Awaud]

Jaster watched as his ward walked off to console the worriers who lost their families in that meaningless war that his blood fought against one another. He was still unclear as to why they fought that bloody war and saw one another fight each other. Many people under the roof now had killed and still hold grudges against their own Clansmen. Not in Clan Awaud though, they were still bound by the laws installed by Mand'alor the Uniter, to always protect the Mandalorian People form their own demons. Contest, compete, even fight one another while on contact, that was something that could not be prevented, but killing one another. That was something Jaster would always regret, never stopping all that bloodshed. All these emotions rushed through his head as Lori walked off, and as his eyes followed her to make sure she was safe, he noticed the Blooded Warrior and strongest Mandalorian if Clan Fett. Talia Fett was about to fight one of his Dar'manda Cuy'val Dar, warriors who fallowed Mia Monroe and fled after their defeat and became teachers for Jaster to train the fallen warriors children in the way of Resol'nare. They were also the soldiers that secured the perimeter of the area in Black Armor with Dark Red Designed that separated them from each other.

Jaster looked to one of the Cuy'val Dar to watch over Lori and hopped off the stage that was escalated off the rest of the room. He walked over to the square that was designated the limits of the area and readied himself to watch what pain the Battle Master was about to receive at the hands of the Fett.


Interaction with [member="Talia Fett"]

The large Human Individual that had just finished fighting with the young unblooded. The student was part of his learning group so he had taken this as an opportune to teach the child that contesting someone stronger could get him killed. He unleashed on the boy and flattened him on his back. However, it seemed that a women had challenged him after seeing him beat on young boy as she helped him up. He was reaching the sky at a height of 6 feet 3 inches, he only had his body skin leggings with his bare chest showing. He was of heavier weight and had scars from previous battled he fought in across his chest and back. He had a distinctive scar that ranged from his bald head past the edge of his left eye all the way to his chin. He was once know as Tobias Oda, of clan Oda.

"Big words are difficult for rude women like yourself, the name is Tobias of Dar'manda Cuy'val Dar," He put his fist up in an attack position and readied his stance in a position that too advantage in taking the first attack. "I'm sure you look better on your back then the boy, so lets see where this takes us."

He took the first strike and did not wait for Talia to get into position. For a man of his size he moved pretty well on his feet, lunging towards her with his fist reeled back, launching his full weight at Talia's face.


Interacting with [member="Loreena Arenais"]

The young man looked over at Loreena, he was in full armor except for his helmet that was hooked to his waist. He was still trying to hold back his tears, wiping them away as she approached. He was only a year or two older then her, his facial features was that of someone who was punched around one too many times. Yet his jaw line was still chiseled to near perfection and had the eyes of deep blue and sandy blond hair that was cut to a militaristic style that would fit well under his helmet. He spoke to answer her question, "Haven't we all lost someone to the wars," He sniffled to clear his shaken tone, "Instructor Botas said that if we learn they way of Resol'nare then their deaths would not be in vain and I can take my fathers place to protect my family, I just cant stop wishing he was here to teach me himself."

[member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Chekīta Kaie"] [member="Tonka Fett"]

 

[Loreena Arenais-Valhoun]

Lori just shrugged her shoulders a bit in response to his question. Could she really tell him that her family were alive and well? No. That might make his mood even worse. Instead she shoved her cloth back into her pocket while she listened to him. "Sometimes we can dream of our loved ones. And that can help. But it's also good to keep yourself busy, learn and do things to make them proud."

Her eyes were drawn to a man that was watching her. It didn't take much to guess that [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] had told him to keep an eye on her, for her guardian was no longer on the stage. That gave her pause, making her wonder if the people here could be trusted. "My mom's a leader and so is my dad, but mostly my mom. I don't know if anyone could take their place."

And then he arrived. A gargantuan humanoid that was probably the biggest that she had ever seen. Lori watched in utter amazement as [member="Tonka Fett"] crawled his way in. Was it comical? You bet! But she dared not laugh in case she got squished. In her experience, giants held rough exteriors but were extremely gentle on the inside. Maybe Tonka was one of the same.

"Have you ever seen anyone so big? I betcha he doesn't have a lot of family either." Lori got to her feet, looking squarely down at the young man. "Come on. Let's be the bravest here and go say hello. He probably has some fascinating stories to tell. It'll take your mind off stuff." But whether or not he'd even want to go remained to be seen. She wasn't going to make fun of him for not doing so. That would be mean. Right now there were only two people that she teased; Jaster and her brother. No one else really mattered.

 

[Tamara Wren]

"Mandalorian culture is fulled with death and shortened life, but we always party and drink and fight not to forget, but to honor those we lost and to remind us that we must live our lives without regret."

Across the room, just stepping inside, the words did not travel across the din of merry making. But somehow even without them, Tamara knew she didn't belong here.

"Why?"

"To help you remember. Being around our people is important right now. For you."

A pause.

"Did I like this sort of thing before?"

[member="Ronan Vizsla"] had chuckled.

"No, but then, you always were my daughter."

Before.

Before dying.

Mandalorians weren't supposed to come back.

And yet here she was, watching over the large gathering with dark eyes and knowing that what her father and [member="Darth Carnifex"] had done was wrong. A moment of guilt flickered across her features- she was alive, wasn't she? Shouldn't she appreciate that? Her father was happy about it.

So why wasn't she?

With a sigh, she headed into the great hall, weaving her way between partiers. She wasn't sure if she was trying to find somewhere to sit that wasn't already swamped, or somewhere to get a drink (did she drink? She couldn't remember). Either way, she moved with the particular aimlessness of someone unsure.

 

[Chekīta Kaie]

Chekita just shook here head, not sure if the man was just an air head or though his ego was able to shield him, herself wondering how many bar fights the man got into with such an attitude on show. "Perhaps for now, but if someone decided to brake it, well that would be another story now would it", though able to tolerate just a clueless person due to her profession as a body guard, not everyone had the same kind attitude.

Following over to a small balcony she too observed the right between [member="Talia Fett"] and the big fella, Tobias ([member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]), taking her own drink along for the ride, not exacting wanting to share much else with [member="Kaine Australis"], lest he try and bed her via intoxication. Such would result in a rather large brawl, Chekita not being one to hold back when drunk, leaving friend and foe alike badly hurt.

"An interesting fight hmmm, I put 300 credits on Talia, that big guy is going down", she replied, to the other mando as he once again took another swig, looking to already be drunk when considering how much he shouted, perhaps 'big mouth' was a rather fitting nick name.

l [member="Loreena Arenais"] l [member="Tonka Fett"]

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Chekīta Kaie"]

The Fight between [member="Talia Fett"] and the larger individual was an exciting experience of its own, even Jaster was amazed at how the women moved, not around the punches, but through them. The trainer was still giving it his all though.

Jaster was distracted however as [member="Tonka Fett"] and another women, [member="Tamara Wren"] entered the room. Tonka was a massive beast of an opponent, in his younger years he would have rushed at the chance, now however, he was still interested in the fight, but did not rush in. The women though was unknown to him, even by his overwhelming eye in the sky, he did not know her. He pushed through the crowd and walked up to the women, "Olarom, welcome to the festivities, I am Alor Jaster Awaud, and I greet you into my current homestead."


[member="Loreena Arenais"]

The boy that was with Lore was a little intimidated by the large fellow that was Tonka. However, after seeing the small girl ready to charge the man with a greeting, he summoned up the courage to go with her as well. "Well if he eats us, we die an honorable death though." The boy smiled as it was a joke that dying by getting eaten by another Mandalorain would be somehow Honorable.

 

[Kay-Larr]

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[Loreena Arenais-Valhoun]

Lori took a glance at [member="Tonka Fett"] before looking to the young man beside her. She couldn't help but laugh at his comment. At least he had some humour. "I don't think that we'd taste very good. Besides, he'd have to go through everyone here in order to get to us." She wanted to say that she was a Princess of not just one planet, but dozens. Yet her Mom told her not to brag about such things and that it could make her a target. So it was better to just keep her mouth shut on the issue.

She waited for him to get up beforeshe led the way to Tonka. Afterall, Lori was the brave one. Super brave, even. [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] told her to spend her time here without regrets, so there was no point in being shy. She strolled up to the large individual and just grinned at him, holding out her hand for him to take. Even while sitting he was taller than she was. "Hi! I'm Lori. What's your name? This is...umm...a friend. Mind if we join you?"