Its a Mando party! (Mandos/Open)

[RC 212]

Loccation: The Raxis Homestead, Outside of Keldabe​

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[member="Anija Betna"] [member="Kiber Thaxton"] [member="Katalyn"] [member="James Justice"] [member="Marcus Lok"] [member="Ember Rekali"] @Everybody! [member="Vahn Fett"] [member="Kurayami Bloodborn"] [member="Captain Larraq"] [member="Gilamar Skirata"]​

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It was a party! Jack had sent out invitations to nearly everyone. The lawn was full of Ale Kegs and games, a blazing bonfire was lit in the center and dusk was just beginning to fall. After the Battle of Roche Jack had decided to go back to the old Homestead his mother Vassara had owned and open it back up again. It was odd of all her items she left this was the only one left to him. This and the Starmaps and Codex's beneath the floor.​

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Still the spacer was none too upset, he was just happy to have a place to call home. Vassara hadn't known many Mando'ade outside of a few. Being a member of the Legion was rather like being a recluse.​

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He leaned back in his rocking chair on the porch and sipped ale from a mug. Inside the house tables of meat and roasted vegetables of all sorts were set out. He had pretty much invited all of the Mandalorian people and a few spacer friends to come by and have a romping good time. After war and strife, they could do with a good drink a night of forgetting the galaxies woes.​

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Dak was with him, of course. The hormone filled youngster was dancing wildly about the fire with a young girl. Jack gave him a nod and wry smirk and took another sip, watching as the crowds filed in and the debauchery began!​

 

[Marcus Lok]

Damn... This place is a ways out...

In the back of his mind, he hoped that he had not gotten the wrong directions or it might be a long drive back. The engine of his speeder bike whined and sent up dust from the path that lead to this supposed homestead that was to be the site of the party. He hadn't come along with any of his beskar'gam or any weapons. Hopefully some drunk vod wouldn't go around shooting up the party if something goes wrong...

The sun beat down on his back where a jacket usually sat, but he hardly felt like it was the kind of weather to be wearing one. A brown shirt would do him just fine, and it helped to keep him cool on the way to this ranch. Whoever made their home out here had a hell of a commute...

Finally he saw it, and he'd be karked if it wasn't exactly what he had expected. A large amount of property, fenced in of course, with a good few party goers already enjoying the after hours of the day. Undoubtedly they had more connection with the host than he, but that might be expected after only a short while of being part of the outfit. He slowed down the bike until it came to a stop right near the inner gate of the property, then he dismounted onto the dusty trail that led up to the house. He spotted a youth dancing around the fire with some young girl, and a man on the porch who he assumed must be the host. There were certainly enough drinks to keep just about anyone entertained for a while, and that was a fact that he was happy about. He gave a nod to Raxis before heading up to the stoop.

"You're a hell of a ways out! I don't suppose this is the spot that is going to be filled with drunk vod in a few hours?"


[member="Jack Raxis"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Marcus Lok"]

Jack gave Marcus a wave. His eyes shot into the young Mandalorian like laser beam and he cheerfully smiled, motioning to the kegs.

"Oya Ner'Vod. Aye this is the place. Grab yourself a drink and come on up! while you're at could you get me one too?"

Jack swilled the last of the bitter ale and tossed it back. The winds set slowly across the meadow, painting golden green and orange blazes in the tall lush fields. He'd only been back here about a day but he was loving it already. so much life, lore and Culture here. He wondered why he'd ever left the old Homestead after he found it. A part of him reckoned he wasn't ready to reconcile with his Mothers untimely death. That and the fact that she'd been kept a secret from him.

"I got plenty of food too so help yourself!"

From across the fields there were a few more guests coming. The place was soon to be swarming and on a n old wooden stage he;d built a band burst to life, bards and troubadours playing Old Folk songs of the core.

 

[Lok Maxus]

[member="Jack Raxis"] [member="Marcus Lok"]

Lok sped towards the homestead on a rented swoop bike, her hair whipping in the wind and a smile barely contained on her face. Perhaps it was the fact that she had no real connection in the Mandalorians, or perhaps it was because she'd yet to prove her worth, but Lok hadn't made many friends since she arrived at the warrior culture's capital. But that was alright - the Zabrak didn't expect them to throw candy and rainbows at her. Besides, she rather liked the idea of having to prove she was worthy enough to be considered a vod.

Slowing down, she pulled up next to another bike with semi-practiced ease and hopped off, turning the engine off. Smoothing down her hair, the young woman strode towards the bonfire, her aventurine eyes taking in the few other arrivals, including a young boy dancing with a girl. Her hearty attitude faltered somewhat. The boy appeared to be the same age as Thatch, who'd be sixteen in a few standard weeks. Hang in there, bro, she thought. When I'm ready, I'll come rescue you and we can celebrate all your missed birthdays at home, with Ma, Pa, and Rouk.

Hopefully, there wouldn't be many.

Shaking herself out of the funk, Lok walked on past him and stopped in front of the gentleman sitting in the rocking chair. Giving a smile of greeting, she placed a hand on her hips. "I'm in the right place, aren't I? I heard there was a party."

 

[RC 212]

[member="Lok Rekali"]

Another newcomer. Jack hadn't seen much of Lok around and was nevertheless happy to have her. He gave her a wave as well. The party was beginning to take full swing as the Mandalorians and Smugglers friends piled in. The Kegs were being raided en-masse and more folks were dancing by the fire. A few went inside to grab some good eats. Jack just sat there watching it all.

"Aye come on in Ner'Vod, we got plenty to go around!"

 

[Marcus Lok]

Marcus gave a nod to the man on the porch and looked back towards the kegs. Just as he moved his head, he found his eyes drifting on to the swaying grass that moved so easily in the wind. He had always admired the way that this happened out in the country, in the city wind was just one more inconvenience that people had to push against to reach their final destination. Out here, however, the whining of speeders was non existent. No one was constantly pushing their way into your shoulder in an attempt to get at one of the scarcely available taxis. Yeah... Much better than the city.

Marcus began to make his way over to the kegs when he noticed yet another speeder bike pull up next to his. He couldn't quite make the silhouette out in the dieng glare of the sun, but as it approached, he could see the femininity in her walk. He gave this little thought, however, as he looked back toward the keg and at the metallic cups that sat next to them. He could only assume that these were meant for the guests, and he went about his business grabbing two individual containers. He spilled the contents of the keg into both, which appeared to be some sort of stronger ale that would lead them away from the thoughts of those they had lost, and perhaps to the spoils they had gained from the action. He examined the drinks for only a few moments more before another man came to fill up his own cup, which made him get on his way.

On his way back he noticed the band begin to play with sharp notes into the wind of the old songs of the clans. It brought him back to his time at the enclave and all of the old faces that had brought him up to be man he was today. Kar'esh, Delcor... Hell, he even remembered the time the time he had hacked into the enclave's security system and watched as his old mentor cheated on his old lady...

As he finally arrived back at the stoop, he stepped past the figure that he had seen arrive not too long ago and gave her a nod. Perhaps he had seen her more than once around the training grounds, but he couldn't be sure as he saw so many vod around there... A few men piled into the house, undoubtedly searching for some grub in its' depths. He, however, made his way to one of the chairs on the porch and offered a glass to Jack.

"Lookin' like the whole army is liable to show up!"



[member="Lok Rekali"] / [member="Jack Raxis"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Marcus Lok"]

Jack took the glass nodding at the mans words. He had invited as many folks as he could, wanting to make an excellent impression among the clans. And again, they needed this. Time to revel in the stories of the old day, especially the few crusty veterans running about the place. Jack gave Marcus a once over glance. Guy looked strong enough, well fed he guessed.

Then he offered his hand.

"Cap'n Raxis, Jack Raxis of the Kessels Pride Vod, Naval Reservist, Full time smuggler. And who might you be?"

 

[Marcus Lok]

Marcus took the man's hand and gave it a firm shake in response. On his own inspection, Marcus could see that the man that he had assumed held a couple years on him was actually quite young. By no means fresh faced, he still held the smooth complexion of youth. The beard was a bit off setting, however... Perhaps he had never thought much about it being on such a young man.

"Marcus... Marcus Lok. Captain of the Ravana. But I hope you can excuse her not being here, wouldn't want to mess up your lawn."

He gave the man a slight smirk and took a sip at the contents of his glass, finding them to be just strong enough to bite his throat, but go down smoothly just the same.


[member="Jack Raxis"]

 

[Kiber_Thaxton]

[member="Jack Raxis"]

Kiber stood in front of the homestead, the first time that he’d been back since he heard of Vassara’s death at the hands of a Sith. Nagurra went off to join in the games, and he slowly approached those stairs up to the porch. The party was now in full swing, but he had no intention of taking part in the festivities if he could help it, but he knew that Nagurra would try.

Sitting down, he looked across at Jack Raxis and could see so much of his mother in him - she had been his closest friend, for a short time. “Your mother was truly something to see. I fought alongside her several times, and she was the bravest warrior I ever knew,” he wiped his eyes and felt memories of her coming back - he looked out across the farm and then remembered.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Marcus Lok"] [member="Kiber Thaxton"]

Jack matched the warriors grasp and gave him a cheerful nod as he spoke.

"It's no big deal. Besides, I gotta feeling these buffoon gonna scuff the place up anyhow."

Jack was mid sentence when Kiber arrived. He moved as if he knew the place, and as soon as he spoke, he pegged who he was. She had made some mention of him in one of the Old Codex's she had hidden under the floor boards. Her service record wasn't much and he wasn't sure exactly where she had died. Jack was burning to ask the man a thousand questions, let them spew like red hot fire from his lips.

But he simply took another drink, letting the contents numb his skull a bit more and extended his hand once again.

"Well you already know by now I'm her son then. Cap'n Jack Raxis, you must be the one she called Kiber. Go get yourself a drink Vod and dry those tears. Tonight’s for partying, we can cry about it tomorrow!"

 

[James Justice]

He heard ale kegs and came running. Almost quite literally except he used his beloved Lost Angel instead of his legs. And it would be a great chance to get to know his daughters better. And.... the ale was free. Best of both worlds. The ship touched down, flecking bits of grass and dirt into the air. James let the engines cool down before taking his flight gloves off and moving to the living quarters.


"We are here, darlings," he said cheerfully.

He hoped this would be the start of them being--being a family. He would do it, or die trying. The girls had been too gracious for him; even if sometimes he felt like they were a struggle to juggle both at the same time. But they were worth it. Every ounce. He had no idea why he hadn't been a dad sooner.

An arm around both of his daughters, James led them down the ramp. His eyes were immediately drawn to the booze. So much booze. So little--

No. It was time to be sober. Or---at least try. He managed a smile, "Let's go girls, lets have some fun."

[member="Brooklyn Justice"]
[member="Jessica Justice"]

 

[Katalyn]

[member="Jack Raxis"] [member="Marcus Lok"] [member="Lok Rekali"] [member="Kiber Thaxton"] [member="James Justice"]

Katalyn had been invited to a party by some troopers after the battle roche, to be honest a lot people had decide to invite them selves and few other. She hoped the person who organised it, knew that would happen after one his friends posted it on mando reunited. Then again if he did not, he would soon. She came dressed in her leathers, with just her blaster at the side, and a grin on face. She had know been blooded in war, she was truly mandalorians or vod.

She did not walk to party, she took a speeder bike and raced around some fields. She never strayed into a field though as she knew how much farming fields meant to her fellow vods. It was proof they where self sufficient, and could look after them selves in peace as well as war. She was hardly going to start a fight with her fellow mandalorians, over some crops he burned as she went to a party.

As she got to outskirts of the homestead where the party was, she parked up her speeder next to a few others. She then dismounted without any sign of grace, and with a big grin on her face head down to party. Wondering if she meet anyone she knew, or would make some new friends.

 

[Cloudburner]

Vahn had arrived. He met familiar faces he had seen before such as [member="James Justice"] , [member="Jack Raxis"] , and [member="Kiber Thaxton"] .

"I can't turn down a party. Let's get drunk and forget all about the previous day, people."

Vahn then cracked open a bottle of alcohol and took of his helmet. Underneath was a face never seen before by anybody. It was a gloriously positive population held inside the party. One he would happily let his guard down to.

The Face Behind The Helmet

Spoiler

Vahn's face was never ever seen before. It was great.

 

[Lok Maxus]

[member="Jack Raxis"] [member="Marcus Lok"] [member="Katalyn"] [member="James Justice"] [member="Vahn Fett"]

Lok's ears perked up when the two gentlemen, Jack Raxis as one and Marcus Lok (hehehe) as the other, introduced each other as smugglers. She'd never actually met a smuggler, though her dad had plenty of stories about them. Some were good, some were bad, most were funny, few were not. That was just how things went.

The Zabrak opened her mouth, no doubt to let loose with a torrent of questions about their profession, when a man (Caibur? Was that his name?) interrupted, giving his sympathies. And, inadvertently, shutting down her questions. For now. Lok did not realise Captain Raxus had lost his ma, but then again, how could she? As much as she stuck her nose in everyone's business, even she didn't know what was going on. And these Mandalorians, they were a different bunch than what she'd expected.

Not wanting to jump back into the conversation, at least not now, Lok wandered away a bit, hands stuck in her pockets as she looked at everyone else. Nobody she recognized was there, and for the first time the young woman realised just how friendless she was in this culture. Oh, nobody was her enemy, and no doubt they'd be willing to help her in trouble, but they weren't friends.

Lok jutted her chin out. No friends? No problem. She'd just go around and talk to people until one of them decided to be her friend. It always worked in the past, so why not do it now? And maybe then she'd shave some time off her estimated period of training.

Her first target was a woman (Katalyn), probably a little older than herself, who'd just pulled up. Marching over, Lok grinned in response to hers and stuck out a hand. "Howdy there. Name's Lok. You?"

 

[Jessica Justice]

[member="Lok Rekali"] | [member="Vahn Fett"] | [member="Katalyn"] | [member="James Justice"] | [member="Brooklyn Justice"] | [member="Jack Raxis"] | [member="Kiber Thaxton"] | [member="Marcus Lok"]

Right, so, there was a party, right? And how could it be any good, without being graced by la Familia Justice? It was, in fact, a good party, because the party arrived on the Lost Angel, in the form of three attractive near-humans.

Short skirt, knee high boots, and tank-top. Her trademark jacket, a short number that only fell down below her shoulder blades, was slung over a shoulder, while bright honey-hues danced about taking in the sights of different people engaging in conversation. She also took quick stock of who would pass for being a potentially fun mischief-partner, and whom wouldn't.

I mean, come on, James couldn't be so lucky as to get away without having at least one of his offspring being a chip off the old block!

"So then, da, who be these people? Any of 'em work fer ye?" She inquired, observing the female Zabrak in particular. She'd never really interacted with the females of that race. This one didn't seem to carry herself as hostilely as the males Jess had encountered did. She also was quite pretty, the hybrid noted, in her own, exotic way.

She'd take stock of the others, eager to engage and mingle. Now, to see how high she could unintentionally get her poor fathers blood pressure on their first 'family outing'!

 

[Eli-Mae Forrest]

As the party disembarked the Lost Angel Brook wearing a backless blue dress that went to her knees which was really short for her looked around at all of the people and her jaw dropped looking around. She had never been around so many people that didn't run her over before.

"Dad theres so many people." She says astounded

[member="Jessica Justice"] | [member="Lok Rekali"] | [member="Vahn Fett"] | [member="Katalyn"] | [member="James Justice"]

 

[James Justice]

Alcohol. So much alcohol. It was calling him. Calling, wooing, like the Sirens of old. He needed........

He shook himself out of it and fished a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it up before giving his girls both a smile and a chuckle. Their attention, their reactions to his world was priceless. True, he was more used to the world of nightclubs, strobe lights, screaming blasters, dying men, dancing girls, bars, cantinas, fist fights, drunken revels..... the list was endless, but that was no place to take his daughters. Especially for family time. Eh, maybe later, when they were older.

He began pointing out familiar faces as he waved to them, smoke from his cigrette billowing from his lips, "[member="Kiber Thaxton"] there has done a few runs for me. Darn good gun. [member="Jack Raxis"] here I made a run or two with. Invested in the mate's ship that he got in the makin'. He be the head of engineering at our company. @Vhan Fett I believe did a bounty or two for me here and thar." He chuckled at Brookie's awe. He wanted to tell her to wait and see the nightclubs he went to but--she would have to wait to see those after all. She was quite young.

Instead he gave her a loving squeeze, "Well, Princess, we are here to celebrate with Jack, and Jack have many a friend too."

Then his eye caught [member="Katalyn"] making her way into the feild. He smiled and waved congenially. Ah, no, bad James. Time to be a dad, focus on your daughters. Not other women. It was true; old habits died so hard......

 

[Katalyn]

[member="James Justice"] [member="Brooklyn Justice"] [member="Jessica Justice"] [member="Lok Rekali"] [member="Vahn Fett"] [member="Jack Raxis"] [member="Kiber Thaxton"]

Katalyn saw a man smile and give a little wave, she smiled back and head to bar, wondering if he would follow her or not. Though he did look a bit like a doctor, what type doctor she did not know. As she made her way to bar area she saw some kids, they obviously made a bit more an effort than she did, but then again they where kids. She finally made it over to bar area, and got a lemmy. She then sat down in corner, and then looked around the bar area to see if she could see any one from the invasion force roche. A she did she slouched back in her seat, and taped her non drinking hand along with the music, as she waited to see who might talk to her.

 

[Eli-Mae Forrest]

Brook nearly faints when she see's the amount of people including cute boys who would probably just ignore her or trample her as everyone else had done pretty much her whole life. At that thought she drops her head and frowns

[member="Katalyn"] | [member="James Justice"]

 

[Gray Raxis]

Gray had found out about this party from one of his dad's old sources. It had immediately gotten his attention and he just had to show up. He had been curious for as long as he could remember about his dad's people, but he could barely get anything more out of his dad about it than 'Mandalorians are warriors', 'Mandalorians don't shy from a fight', and 'Mandlorians are stubborn mules.' Well that last one was more what his mother had to say, and it was always addressed to Gray and his dad. He had a burning desire deep in to learn something real about this half of his blood, and this seemed like the best chance he was going to get.

Gray rode up on a rented speeder bike after shuttling to the planet. He had left his armor behind, seeing how this was a party after all, and instead was wearing clothes his mom's side got him a while back. He was in a gray shirt and dark blue vest with black pants and a leather duster. He had his gauntlets and boots from his armor still on and his blaster pistol was strapped to his right leg. He found a space for his speeder and parked it there. As he walked towards the party, he began to look around the place. It seemed odd to him to think someone lived out here like this. He had always lived in a ship and never knew what it was like to have a home. His dad had lived like this for half his life.

Gray walked over to the bar and grabbed himself a cup of whatever drink it was that was in reach. He felt out of place here. He wasn't a homesteader. He wasn't a Mandalorian. He was only half of one, and barely that at times he felt. He took a drink from the cup, but didn't notice the taste of it. His mind was racing and he was sure to look it.