A celebration of two. (mandalorians, republic)

[Leori Sheltrak]

@[member="Aran Ordo"]

"Shatual." Leori repeated. "Sounds good."

"So he's your father, in a manner of speaking." She presumed, given what she knew about clans adopting others as their own. "And I presumed that Ordo was a shorter version of a name that most of us probably couldn't do justice with our tongues."

"I do work with Rianna, yes. I've known her for many years."

 

[Not Ordo]

@[member="Leori Sheltrak"]

"Yes he would be my Buir, my father." Aran said grinning now, "but I doubt your tongue would have much trouble."

He paused and thought for a second.

"Ordo'buir is Corellian. He was adopted into the clans but he should peobably tell that story."

He rocked back on his heels and smiled.

"Sooo, would you let me grab you some." He nodded toward the party, "umm food that is. Could I get you aome shatual to try?"

 

[Leori Sheltrak]

@[member="Aran Ordo"]

Leori chuckled a little. "Well I am rather gifted with my tongue." Um. What. She closed her eyes for a second. Let's use our brains before we respond Leori, She thought. "You know, with languages." Yeah, that probably fixed it.

"Corellian, really? My mother was from Corellia. I still know the now ancient language, though I haven't spoken it in years."

"Yes! Food. Let's do that." It would keep her from saying something stupid if she had to keep her mouth closed to chew.

 

[Arla Ordo]

@[member="Verz Horak"]

"Yes and guess what's on the menu! " She smiled big, their first meal together ", Shatual!" She hugged him hard he smelled good, "well let's do a little of both, but now Verz'ika what can we do on the ship we can't do here?

Arla held his hand tight, they each had no family only the clans they belonged to, as good as family. Arla had seen Verz differently from the beginning he saw her as a true mandalorian, together they had fun.

Arla was ready to eat.

 

[Not Ordo]

@[member="Leori Sheltrak"]

"Maybe you can show me how good you are after?" He said getting nervous "I mean at languages. You know your tongue skill."

'Oh manda that is not what I meant' he scolded himself. He looked back and forth between the Jedi and grinned nervously.

"Well off to get that plate for you then." He said backing up and bumping into the table, nearly spilling his own plate.

'Good work mate.' He thought again, 'front line combat? No problem. Covert ops? Walk in the park. Talk to a pretty lady? Ahh nope!.'

He was just a few minutes before he came back with a plate of shatual, spicy veggies and uji cake.

"There you you are." He said as he managed not to drop anything.

 

[Strider Garon]

That was beautiful , thought Strider as he watched Ordo end his life of freedom and tether his man bits to a Jetii. Though he had to admit she was a hot Jetii and Strider wouldn't of hesitated in taking a poke at her. He finished his glass of Corellian Spiced ale and looked over at Mia, who was his unofficial date as of the moment he ended up having to pay for her drinks. "Is this in your future as well Mia'ika?"
@Mia Monroe

 

[Ordo]

@[member="Rianna Organa"]

Ordo took the plates and set them down on the table then pulled his bride on to his lap. It was a day for joy and friendship. The only one allowed to be grumpy was @Emberli Garrett but only so he could stand the suit.

"Do you expect me to believe I get to be married to the single most beautiful woman in the galaxy and I get to sing?" Ordo said smiling, "and what would ner runi, ner ka'rta have me sing?"

Ordo would do anything for her even live on coruscanta and look for a new clan chief.

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

late late late she hope it wasnt to late star said in her head as she ran to the place, stopping at the doors catching her breath before entering slowly wearing a formal red dress and a sleeve that covered her entire left armwith light armor underneath and no weapons, looking around star smiled and moved into the crowd

 

[Marcello Matteo]

The answer, of course, was Kiskla could depart at her leisure. She wasn't his contracted servant for the evening, and he wouldn't likely even take offense. He knew Kiskla better than she likely thought...though it was out of simple observation rather than anything else. Their personal conversations had been slightly limited, but it didn't take much to decipher her strong personality. The...sarcasm...of his offer to buy her a drink a testament to that fact.

As they began walking towards the food, the Jedi Master could not help but smile at her comment. Feigning a wince, Marcello's smile broadened shortly thereafter. "I don't usually give extra effort for just anyone." Kiskla of course wasn't just anyone, but it was a conversation for another venue, to be sure.

As they reached the food, Marcello's gaze swept the room before him. Unlike his companion, his actions were only partially done out of habit. If he kept his eyes busy, they wouldn't default to their apparent object of interest for the evening. It really was a bit irritating. The silence shared between the two Jedi was eventually broken when Kiskla commented about the impending serenading of the crowd.

Accepting the offered plate, Marcello glanced in the direction of the gushing couple as a soft smile touched his lips. His entire life, Marcello had never been super big on emotions. Confusion was the one he was contending within this evening, however. In that state, the spacer was able to permit himself a certain level of understanding for the new couple's actions. Understanding did not always equal tolerance, and Marcello wasn't sure how much more he'd be able to take of all the emotions swirling inside him before he exploded.

Abruptly, Marcello put the plate down and turned back to Kiskla. "You want to get out of here? I'm sure we can find somewhere a little less..." Marcello was trying to search for the most respectful word possible, but his head was going to explode if he didn't distance himself from all of this...love and tenderness. He was happy for Rianna and Ordo, but the event was bringing out emotions he'd rather not deal with. Ever. In the end, the Jedi Master opted for blunt reality. "Exhausting." Right now, the Jedi Ace just wanted to relax and eat something greasy, delicious, and filling.

@[member="Kiskla Grayson"]

 

[Leori Sheltrak]

@[member="Aran Ordo"]

Leori raised an eyebrow at his suggestion. It appeared they both had the same problem with not thinking wording through before speaking. But luckily, he wandered off to get some food for her before it became even more embarassing for the both of them.

She sighed. Yep. She was awkward. Time to regroup.

Aran returned with a plate and she smiled. "Thank you, Aran." It smelled good, and that was a good sign. She took the offered plate and took a look at it. First, Leori tried the shatual. It was different. But she'd eaten much worse in her lifetime. She smiled as she chewed and nodded. That meant it was good, but she wasn't going to speak with her mouth full.

When she finished the first bite, she commented. "It's good. Different, but good." And she continued to eat, keeping her mouth full as often as possible to keep from saying something stupid.

 

[Verz Horak]

@[member="Arla Balor"]

"Shatual sounds delicious Arl'ika." Verz smiled at Arla. She had come a long way since asking for him to teach her the basics of Mandalorian culture. If someone were asked if she was a Mando, they would say she was. Well, another Mandalorian might say she was a bit scrawny, but that wasn't true. Either way some food and drink was good for everyone.

"And I'll give you two guesses about whatI mean by 'making merry'."

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

star walked through the crowd to where the food was, grabbing a plate star gots some food then went to a clear spot and looked around smiling, star enjoyed these moments of peace she wish that she could always enjoy this, sighing as thoughts passed through her head
@[member="Ordo"]

 

[Not Ordo]

@[member="Leori Sheltrak"]

Aran was a great shot and an excellent commando but socially adept he was not. He picked up his plate and began eating smaller bites than previously while he stood across from Leori.

"It's one of my favorites." Aran said without inserting his foot in his mouth. "So do you like it hot er ah spicy...the food...I mean."

'Aaaaand ya blew it!' He said turning red.

Maybe just the honest approach.

"Sorry I'm the awkward one in the family." He began "if I could keep my feet out of my mouth I'd be dangerous."

 

[Leori Sheltrak]

@[member="Aran Ordo"]

Leori smiled. "Well I can see why it's one of your favorites. It's very good. Usually I'm not one for spicy food, but this is good."

"Don't worry about it. I'm feeling rather awkward lately myself." She kept eating. More eating, less talking. And drinking. There should be drinks too.

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

A blonde brow lofted in response. Didn’t he just say he wanted to eat all this free food? His decision making process apparently was akin to hers; timing-wise. Abrupt and spurred by some unexplainable external factor.

She looked visibly relieved when her shoulders and chest sunk; almost outwardly sighing with gratitude at the suggestion.
But still, yes. They'd already exchanged pleasantries with the bride and groom --- or, she had at least. She was used to doing the talking.

She'd not been to Mandalore before, and not to be rude, but her curious nature didn't much appreciate being penned in a single vicinity when there was much else to digest.

There was the slightest noise when her plate slid on top of his in abandonment. Decision made. She decided too, that it would be alright to depart without speaking with the host and hostess because they were busy.

And singing.

Light eyes sparked with her usual wit; unlike @[member="Marcello Matteo"], the well never ran dry. "Well you did want to fuel the rumour mill." She gave a nod toward the open door they had arrived through, which only had a few souls milling about it; chattering gaily.

Beyond that door frame was Mandalore's sweeping scape. The venue certainly had an ideal location, but it was a fair distance from anything... Maybe. She didn't know; each planet had it's own layout and quirks. From her understanding, Mandalore's perks varied from stretching white sands, to a metropolis with peaceful gardens scattered throughout its scape. Emerged from the scent of food, and the audible buzz of conversation, Kiskla inhaled the vague sweetness of the evening.

Good choice.

 

[Marcello Matteo]

Marcello smiled thinly at the obvious relief of tension within Kiskla's body. It was turning out to be a rather curious evening. Granted, his exposure to Kiskla had been limited prior to the recent past, but it seemed as if her entire personality was slightly different. She was more...polished both in public and private. Based on reputation alone, he also knew that she'd grown into quite the competent warrior. Her abilities as a council member...well he avoided the political discussions at all costs, so that was a bit more difficult to discern.

Then there was the look... The mixture of mischief and enticement that spoke volumes about who she was at the core of her being. Yes she could be a pain in the ass. However, that was a capability every sentient had. More importantly, the Jedi Master enjoyed the banter they shared, and he respected her ability to challenge him in thought and action with seemingly little effort. "I did say that...didn't I?" For the time being, Marcello merely shrugged.

Arms linked, Marcello escorted Kiskla towards the exit. For the most part, he presumed their departure would go largely unnoticed. There were enough people and varied activities such that the pair hardly stood out. Though ordinarily Kiskla seemed to have a rather singular ability to be the bright light in a dark room, tonight seemed an exception to the norm. At least from the viewpoint of...most.

Just before they reached the exit proper, several things happened almost simultaneously. Marcello's pace slowed to a stop as he unhooked his arm from Kiskla's. Turning to face her, he uttered three words. "Don't kill me." Sure that the statement would immediately set off warning bells, Marcello slipped his right arm around Kiskla's waist and snaked his left hand underneath her right arm to gently cradle the back of her head. With the practiced ease of someone forced to stomach several ballroom dancing classes as some sort of sick punishment by his parents (oh, you didn't know?), Marcello broke his companions posture as he lowered her carefully into a dip and softly placed his lips to her own.

She was going to kill him either way, so he was going to make it look good. What he'd not expected...was the degree of passion that seemed to slip from his body to hers through his lips and the firm grasp of his hands which squeezed ever so slightly. The moment Kiskla began to struggle against him, which he presumed would be near immediate, the Jedi Ace would bring her back up.

@[member="Kiskla Grayson"]

 

[Kila Cadau]

Kila Cadau, sitting in her ship (currently located in hyperspace), grinned. Ordo had found a girl - lady, she amended hastily. I'm pretty certain that a woman from the House of Organa on Alderaan counts as a lady. Sadly, as the Mando was tangled up in a bounty, she couldn't come - a fact for which she was privately grateful, since her social graces needed a great deal of work. So she typed out a message and sent it.

Sorry I couldn't make it, Ordo. Politicians can be so pushy when they want you to off somebody. Sorry - convince a third party to take a different course of action. My bad.

At any rate, no good dancing around it - I'm a terrible dancer anyway. Congratulations, ner vod. I hope you'll still be shooting things on the battlefield on occasion?

Congrats Again. Kila.

@[member="Ordo"]
@[member="Rianna Organa"]

 

[Adenn Gra'tua]

Adenn pulled his gloves back on his hands and prepared to eat, even though he was almost full from snacking earlier, he still wanted some of the food. He filled his plate with some of the tastiest looking food he could find, probably enough to stuff Adenn too "there's just to much good food. " he said while taking a forkful "I'm gonna hate myself later for this." he continued to eat, the others looked as if they were going to eat a lot, it made Adenn regret having a snack before coming here "but it tastes so good."

 

[Not Ordo]

@[member="Leori Sheltrak"]

Aran nodded smiling, sort of, while he managed to chew with his mouth closed. She was pretty and not as uncomfortable to talk to as some of the other he had met, but then he didn't get out much.

"Maybe...uh, after you wouldn't mind a dance or two?" He said with likely all the confidence he had mustered.

 

[Evi Sohl]

The brunette stood there and watched her buir and his wife, watching them with one another and in turn with her son. She knew that if her buir loved Rianna, then so would they all because of the kind of woman she was guaranteed to be. She was more than pleased to see her assumption proven correct. She had no chance for a retort to her buir's comment about her dress, as Rianna chimed in and helped the matter escalate. Her cheeks flushed briefly...perhaps the woman hadn't been too far off in her guess.

Shaking her head, she watched as Cade made a beeline for the table of sweets. E'vi gave it all of five minutes before her son was bouncing off of the ceilings and causing mayhem in his usual way. Fingers procured a glass and a bottle of Whyren's from the nearest bar station, before careful steps took her across the space without incident. Her glass, the bottle, and her clutch found the surface of the table in short order before she took the seat next to @[member="Emberli Garett"] in a smooth motion.

Slender legs crossed as she settled back. E'vi sighed and nodded over to Em, crimson gaze flashing in the light. "Sorry to disturb your corner without asking..." she said with a quiet smile as she poured herself a glass of the Whyren's and took a slow sip.