“Sorry, Mama. Didn’t meant to embarrass the living corpse.” Yasha furrowed her brow and shook her head. She remembered her mother’s dominance in the Netherworld, the constant pushing. Had it been too long since Aditya Fitz Kierke was anywhere civil? “Perhaps on Panatha royalty and nobility is separated by golden chains. But in the Mandalorian Empire, we are all equals. Deal with it, these are as much my companions as my subordinates.”
Seeing the fellow armour-wearing Adenn Kyramud’s salute, Yasha smiled and returned it with the grace she learned over her years in command. “Well met, Alor Kyramud. I hope your journey to Er’kit was uneventful and your stay is an event to remember. Don’t mind the sourpuss, everyone. This is her first week back alive.”
Normalcy. Sometimes one had to take it.
“Gee, thanks Yash. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I was dead. Prazmatazz cracked the cosmos to yank me back with my baby girl. Goddess Telulah, puddin’ cup, you were eight when I died. Again.” Aditya grimaced, and settled Girak-Kaine on her other hip.
“We needed the change of pace, Star. Hey, Adara was hoping she’d find Brigh! Is that Brigh I see sneaking up on her and Sloobie?”
“Sloobie.. Bah! The heck kind of name…”
“Mother. Adara nicknamed him. There’s booze. You love booze! Go booze.” Yasha glanced back at her mother, then leaned down and kissed her grey hair. “I love you.”
“Yes, booze! Hip swap, Gigi!” Aditya tossed Girak-Kaine to his mother, and Yasha chuckled as she caught him, letting him ride up on her shoulder. Tossing a wave to the people around her daughter, Aditya walked off to the bar, where Ashara Evanaris sat. “You look friendly. I’m going to drink with you. Barkeep! Bottle of hootch.”
Yasha sighed and shook her head at her mother’s departure before catching the bumbling glances between Mig Gred, Beth Cadera and Valdus Bral.
“Su cuy’gar, Bral. Enjoy the view?” Yasha’s amber eyes caught the others around, her eyebrow raising at the flush in her daughter’s cheeks.
“Pfft, Bethy. You’re Mand’alor’s daughter. You’ve got the best title, you… and the title of be back before midnight or I’ll have Ambrose track you down with the pack and drag you back by the scruff of your beautiful, and fun-needing neck.” Waving her daughter off, Yasha watched Girak-Kaine wave a buhbye to his sister.
A Hetikles Baatir named Zaaz hissed and clicked near Sterling Kinslayer, the pops and clicks a rousing poem of the quality of the hunted meat roasting on the fire. Zaaz licked the air, reptilian eyes looking to Sterling, as he presented himself to Mand’alor.
“Why su cuy’gar, Sterling Godslayer. Welcome and your thanks are taken with honour, for a fellow warrior. Do enjoy the prey. Today we feast. One people.” She saluted with a thudding fist on her chest, which due to the armour resounded across the field. No sooner had she spoken to Sterling Godslayer, than a trio of Atrisian gowned women walked in procession to meet the Infernal.
“Su cuy’gar, Alor Tal. My thanks for the presentation… is that… is that a Huyko tree? From Atrisia? My step-mother was an Atrisian Citizen prior to my birth. I have not seen a proper bonsai like this in… oh some length of years.” How was it the Clan Tal knew the true way to Yasha’s heart: botany? A bright smile brushed across the Infernal’s face as she pointed at the tree and whispered in her son’s ear. “Your gifts are unnecessary but welcome. The comb is exceptionally well crafted.Please accept this party as a token and the wish that I would entreat with you in future and perhaps bring my mother, she was a Senior Prefect in the Atrisian Empire, under Emperor Kahoshi.” Although times in Atrisia changed since those days, the influence on her mother was as unmistakeable as the former-Atrisian citizens, who partially made up Clan Cadera.
Warm and compassionate with family and friends, horrific in battle, Mandalorians all.