Back To Basics (Keldabe)

[Gilamar Skirata]

A'rek had sent the message, Mandos stiring up trouble at the Oyu'baat...Some idiots were trashing the place and causing a small disturbance, and a lot of credits were being passed around. Looking down at his helmet, the black visor looking back up at him he let out a heavy sigh as the AUS Ute speeder made its way over Keldabe to the ancient tap caf. The hum of the engine became a low rumble as it parked and sat idle next to the Oyu'baat.

Exiting the vehicle and slamming the door shut behind him he slipped his helmet on, the HUD activating as the magnet seal locked itself into place. <Well, here we go...> Walking through the sliding doors the scene before him was a normal scene, cheering men and women in various colored armor. Except they weren't cheering for a bolo ball game, and the Togrutan bar tender, @Ar'rek Zavros stood behind the counter shaking her head tails back and forth. Walking forward, the cheering slowly died out as they parted. Pats on the back and nods of respect were given to and from Gilamar by the passing patrons as he made his way to the fight between @[member="Preliat Mantis"] and the clone. <What...in the seven Corellian Hells do you think you're doing?> Of course, fighting and bar fights were normal on Mandalore, but one involving an Ori'ramikad? A petty bar fight was embarrassing.
@[member="Galaar CC-252"] @[member="Preliat Mantis"] @[member="Commander Calico CC-247"] @everyoneelseI'mtoolazytotag

 

[Revenchent]

((Phone post. Don't judge my horrible grammar.))


Lord Cabur refused to stay still. Calico struggled to hold the heavy Strill down. The thing would charge the Rally Master if it broke free; that would not be good. Not at all. His attention divided for a moment as an unfamiliar voice spoke to his right.

"Aye, he's mine. Atin'la di'kut." A small smile could be seen as the Strill seemed to accept its fate. Always been the passionate one. Think he might'a bit off more than he can chew here though." a tinge of pride laced his voice. Galaar was doing what any of his boys would have done, and a few years away from the game didn't change that.


The voice of @[member="Strider Garon"] caught him a little off guard. Either way, It was nice to know some people could put aside...whatever they thought of the clones and welcome a few back into the fold. Calico simply hasn't expected the outright hatred from the Rally Master Su'cuy gar, vor'e." The words were half mumbled--the fight had garnered most of Calico's attention. "My name is Calico. Jate at urcir gar." He cast a short glance at Strider and flashed a large grin.


"And I know, Ad'ika. You're a good sort." he tilted his head forward in a slight nod toward @[member="Adelaide Baldesarra"]. He would have to keep that one around when they went back to FleetOps.


"Kage, we should procure you some proper kit when this is ov- His words trailed off as the crowd parted for one particular figure. It took a moment, but Calico recalled that armor from what Isley had described. That demanded respect. Calico whistled sharply for Galaar--not halting for the Mandalore was a very bad way to get back into the culture.


@[member="Ral'in Kaloran"] @allotherthingsyes

 

[Preliat Mantis]

@[member="Gilamar Skirata"] @Galaar CC-252


Galaar was a big man, and when you see a bull charging at you, you don't stay still. The fact that he took the time to charge at Preliat, meant that Preliat was already in motion when he shifted his momentum, which would have been incredibly obvious from his massive size. The man had a large amount of bulk and height on Preliat, so Preliat was already in motion when he went to tackle him. His side-stepped convinced him of a feint. A proper feint was a distraction, not so much as a reversal. Preliat had been a recipient of many things, and having the honor of fighting a true Sith was one of them, and they were much stronger and faster than Galaar, and far more unpredictable. Preliat brought his hands up in an X formation, his muscular arms meeting Galaars in a surge of muscle. He felt his bones vibrate, and his muscles struggle beneath Galaar's weight. He shifted his forearms down, so that they were pressing against Galaar's wrists, preventing movement of his hands and arms, and more importantly, from popping Preliat's skull like a cherry.

He may have been fast and brutish out of his armor, but that didn't excuse his lack of technique and tactics in the hand to hand theatre. Gilamar's voice received a flicker of brown eyes from the young man, but Preliat paid him no mind at the moment. This was battle circle time, personal time. Not even Mandalore himself could dishonor that tradition, besides, rules were rules. Nobody left without a victor. Preliat also didn't want to acknowledge Mandalore for the sake of getting crushed inward. Preliat took the chance that Galaar had provided him, and moved his knees upwards towards Galaar's exposed ribcage, kidneys, and stomach. His right knee moved like a demon, shooting upwards several times, going for his unprotected stomach and ribs.

 

[Xan Qenadius]

Te Oyu'Baat

It had been a long time since he had been back home on Manda'yaim, but he had missed being home. The constant timelessness of Manda'yaim never failed to amaze him while at the same time comforting him. But word was the was a newer Mand'alor in charge and that he was looking for vode to fit into his aliit. Not only that but more and more Force-senstive vode were not only showing up but being allowed to train those skills like the tool they were. That made him decide to finally rejoin the vode in full again, rather then deal with aruetiise poltics and general mindlessness.

As he walked into the Oyu'baat, with his buy'ce under his arm and his kad'au clipped to his belt,almost like an open dare. "Yeah I can use this thing well, you got a problem with that?". He made his way over to the main bar and ordered a netra'gal with a double narcoleth chaser. He was going to take in the scene and how the vode were going to react first before he made any attempt to socialize. But he then noticed out of the corner of his eye,a group of aruetiise that really didn't belong here.

Clones

Clones in clone armor, speaking the language and acting as if they had a right to be here. "Since when are aruetiise allowed to walk on Manda'yaim farther then the karking spaceport?" he thought as he turned a bit to watch them. He may have felt like an outsider in a few ways but he had earned his place even if for the moment he was ures aliit. These clones, as far as he was concerned hadn't.

This was about to get very interesting,very quickly.

 

[xAcheron]

After hearing the clone's answer Ral'in scoffed softly. "You clones are a cute lot...Think DNA makes the warrior? No Veman Mando'a would ever allow himself to lose to a clone. I know I wouldn't." The Mandalorian turned back to the fight between the others. The fight was starting to draw a crowd which only caused Ral'in even more discomfort. It was very unlikely to see a member of the Kaloran clan socializing with others and this caused Ral'in to veer off away from the others. Ral'in made his way to the bar and ordered something to drink before removing his buy'ce and popping his neck sharply.

It only took a few moments before Ral'in realized he had spent almost all of his payment from his last bounty and would need to find new work soon. Whether it be as a bounty hunter, a bodyguard, a mercenary, or even an assassin. The man had to make a living, and he planned to. "Looks like this trip home was cut short."

 

[Galaar Tal'Verda]

Anyone who knew Galaar knew this was not how he fought. Galaar was cold, calculated, and nearly predatory like many of Vau's recruits from the old days. Now, however, he was fighting like a blundering fool and berserker with little regard for himself or his opponent as if it was some kind of blood-sport in an arena... It was all a trick. It seemed to work too...The blow smashed Galaar's gut with a hiss of compressed air leaving his lungs and more spit flinging forward. He'd look dazed, as if he was going to drop.

Then Galaar's arm shot forward like a blaster bolt in the close quarters hand to hand engagement. It went straight for Preliat's throat in an attempt for a strong choke hold on his foe. This was all a game, a game to lure Preliat in close and give him a false sense of victory. One big sham, just like Vau and Skirata had taught him. Now the real engagement would begin. The arc of his hand and arm also had amazing precision for their target, in the mean time he leaned forward bringing his other fist straight at his foes gut if the hand caught him by the throat. The oddest part of all... Galaar was now giving a rasping laugh.

@[member="Preliat Mantis"]

 

[Arrbi Betna]

@[member="Preliat Mantis"] @[member="Galaar CC-252"]

Betna was back in the brewery set in the rear part of the Oyu'baat tapcaf when he heard the ruckus in the dining area. He brushed it off as one Mando getting upset with another or maybe someone just got a little too drunk, but when it went on and on, he figured he'd take a look. What he found when he quietly opened the door severely pissed him off. Broken tables and upturned furniture was fairly evident and what looked to be the two culprits stood outside and fighting.

Quietly and calmly, as a big, unknown man in Mando armor fought with Preliat, the scout sniper slinked through the dining area, outside, around the side of the fighters. He got into position just as Preliat dodged a strike and just as the big Mando threw a nasty punch. As soon as he saw that arm and shoulder bunch in the big mando, Betna acted.

Bolting up, he grabbed Preliat by the scruff of the man's neck and yanked him off balance and to the floor. Before the younger Mando hit the ground, Betna reached up and pushed the striking arm away slightly so that it glanced now off of Betna's shoulder. Arrbi brought his head in close and smashed the faceplate of his own helmet into the other man's head and shoved mightily away, trying to knock the big Mando to the floor as well. Once enough room had opened up, he spun and whipped his .44 revolver from each shoulder holster and aimed one each at the two fighters' heads.

"I don't know what the shab you two think you're doing, but this is the wrong place to do it in," Betna growled loudly through his helmet. He kicked Preliat in the boot with his left leg but kept the weapon trained on both fighters. "You, go inside get a broom and start sweeping up the mess you two made."

He looked at the big Mando and twitched the .44 revolver aimed at the man's faceplate.

"You, go get a mop from the back of the tapcaf and start mopping the floors. Now."

 

[Kahlil Noble]

Kage kept to the back of it all, fairly quiet. Sure, he wasn't like the other clones. Wasn't very knowledgeable about Mando's. Wasn't that good of a melee fighter. So he kept back nodding his head a bit at the duel, munching on some cakes and the like. But that changed almost instantly when @[member="Arrbi Betna"] pulled a gun and pointed it towards @[member="Galaar CC-252"]. Instantly the pilot pulled his own pistol out and pointed it at Arrbi, grunting. "Always with the people needing to get in the middle of something or talk big or do something stupid.. Walk off now yeah?"

 

[Arrbi Betna]

@[member="Kage CC-743"]

Betna heard another voice and looked over at another man aiming a weapon at him.

"You shoot me with that, you're going to make me upset," Betna said calmly and evenly. "You make me upset, I'll be feeding you that pistol. I run the brewery in the back here and you're karking up the place that sells it. You're lucky I didn't just start shooting. Now put the blaster away or you're gonna get hurt."

 

[Kahlil Noble]

@[member="Arrbi Betna"]

Kage shook his head slow. "See, this is why I hate dealing with people. Always the same stupidness.." He keeps his gun level though as he glances over to @[member="Commander Calico CC-247"]. "Are all mandalorians like this?"

 

[Preliat Mantis]

@[member="Galaar CC-252"]


The fist impacted his gut, and the arm impacted his throat. It closed around it, tightening in a grip. However, through his gasp of pain, Preliat gave off a smile. The man had given him a deadly opportunity in close-quarters. Preliat was going to make sure what he was about to do, hurt. He tucked his chin under the man's hand, while not freeing himself from the grip, prevented him from cutting off the precious air supply. He spotted Arrbi doing something stupid in the background, but Preliat paid him no mind. No one would dare intrude on a battle circle duel. One man in, one battered man out. Preliat moved his legs upwards, shooting off of the ground. One leg fell against the side of Galaar, smashing into his ribcage, but not in a kick. His leg, his right one, was then tucked around his back, closing Preliat in towards Galaar.

The outstretched arm would be Galaar's undoing, as Preliat moved his other leg over his arm, and around to the head of Galaar. His foot overshot his ear, but then locked around his head, and Preliat pulled downward with his powerful trunk. It was all simple physics from that point, Galaar would have Preliat's weight and his shift in momentum to fall downwards. Too much movement, and Galaar would end up with a broken arm or worse, torn out of it's socket. Preliat shifted his hands unto Galaar's hands, locking his wrists around Galaar's forearms, and his fingers curling into a vice-like grip around his massive skin.

Galaar was a big boy, that was for sure.

 

[Xan Qenadius]

@[member="Kage CC-743"]@[member="Arrbi Betna"]

This was almost too rich and too much to handle. Clones trying to fight vode? He was content to simply watch the fight and was rather enjoying it. When one vod decided to get mixed up in the affair by trying to end it. then one of the clones pulled the same trick on him. Well weel, not even back on Manda'yaim for more then an hour and he was already deciding to get mixed up in affairs. Specailly when the one clone not only kept his blaster on Arrbi but that basically called Mandalorians stupid, at least via association.

So he left his drinks at the bar and walked over to the melee, now putting on his helm and when getting to the scene igniting his viridian bladed kad'au. "Depends on what you mean by that aruetii. Now, you going to stop the nonsense and lower that blaster, or am I going to help you get a new airhole in your head?"

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

The spectacle had turned into quite the party at the Oy'buaat. Standing behind the counter she let a soft sigh escape her lips exposing her sharp canines for a mere second. The lekku that draped down her back twitched at the sound of Gilamar's voice, again at the crash of the fight continuing. Honestly, she didn't see what the fuss was about. Pulling out the Kath shoutgun she kept under the counter she fired once above her own head, and then once over the fighting brawlers. <Oi! You wanna fight you do it right and proper!! Not in my tapcaf!! Besides, Ord Mantell is playing in an hour.>

She could feel Gilamar's gaze fall on her, burning right through her leather vest, but she didn't care. If the boys wanted a fight, who was she to get in the way? Besides...Fights meant booze, and booze for her meant credits. The last comment brought a slew of grunts and nods. Ord Mantell might not have been a favorite of the patrons, but it was her favorite team, and there was no way in hell that anyone was going to interrupt her game.
@[member="Preliat Mantis"] @[member="Galaar CC-252"]

 

[Revenchent]

People seemed to be taking sides--that was ridiculous. Calico had fought long and hard for his heritage back in the day. Tal'verda had adopted him as one of their own when he and Galaar dribbled out of the GAR on that fateful day when the Jedi turned on the entirety of the Republic. Now, they were being treated worse by people who he thought would welcome them as family, than by the civilian mongrels. It was disgusting.


Kage was only fueling the fire now, too.

Shab, he was a white-job. Of course he doesn't understand.

The Commando reached over and forced Kage's weapon to point toward the ground. The Strill stayed very still in his other arm, as if it knew what was happening. Calico simply shook his head. "Cool down. The man is breaking this little issue up. Don't pull weapons ner'vod."

 

[Kahlil Noble]

Kage frowned for a moment, then lowered the pistol completely, nodding to @[member="Commander Calico CC-247"]. "Alright." Calico knew way more about Mandalorians then the white-job. So for now he would play along.

 

[Daral Tal'Verda]

Daral, being Daral had passed out halfway to Keldabe in the craft that had hauled them there. Typical behavior from one of the more immature of the Dread Guard ranks. He blamed a growth jar leak, among other things, mainly because simply admitting he was about as old mentally as he was biologically was embarrassing. Having strolled down from the ship he came to see some mandolorian fighting one of his COs.

Then he overheard a guy known as Ral'in insult the entirety of the clones. "Takisir ner vode di'kut? Mir'osik." He snarled in the tongue he'd been bred to know. This woman felt somehow loss to a clone was a greater shame than any other loss, Galaar, Calico, Kage, they all had probably seen more war than this man, probably a few others. He expected more respect for his commanders, from everyone.

@[member="Ral'in Kaloran"] @[member="Galaar CC-252"] @[member="Xan Qenadius"] @[member="Preliat Mantis"] @[member="Commander Calico CC-247"] @[member="Gilamar Skirata"] @[member="Kage CC-743"]

 

[xAcheron]

Ral'in scoffed when he heard the clone near him speak to him. @[member="CC-442 Daral"] was nothing in Ral'in's eyes. At least not yet. Ral'in was born into the way of the Mando'a, this science project was simply imitating. He walked closer to the man and laughed a bit. "Got something on your mind...Aruteii?" He set his hand on his blaster pistol, not in a threatening manner but to show he was not in the mood for dealing with fake Mandalorians and cheap imitations.

He smiled from behind his helmet before looking the clone over. "I have no problem with you lab experiments....but until I see you know what it is to be Mando'a....don't call me vod...You're still Aruteiise to me." With that Ral'in turned away from the clone, not waiting for an answer or anything to even hint the clone had been listening, after all. They were a waste of his time.

 

[Anija Betna]

((OOC: They are outside, if I read it correctly))
Swearing under her breath, Anija moved around to the side of the fight, watching for a moment. She was a bit confused, honestly, and still felt very out of place. As she had been eating not long before,, her buy'ce rested in the crook of her left arm. She felt someone's gaze on her and caught @[member="Strider Garon"] looking at her. She'd met him once, not too long ago. he was decent enough, but there was definitely something about him that made her wary. This wasn't the first time he'd looked at her like that today, and it made her uneasy.

Shaking it off, she turned her attention back to the impromptu battle circle and heard @[member="Gilamar Skirata"] speak. She'd not personally met him, but knew of him. She straightened slightly when she saw him, and gave him a nod. Her attention was diverted however when @[member="Arrbi Betna"] inserted himself into the situation and pretty much took charge.

She glanced back towards the bar when the there was a shot fired from that direction. With a shrug, she gave @ Arrbi Betna a nod and then busied herself righting tables and chairs that had been disturbed during the initial confrontation. She'd caught the sound of a kad'au being ignited somewhere behind her, and turned to look as she tried to find it's owner. Not many would have the gettse to wave one of those around. Not that the Mandalorians as a whole despised Force users, but most of them viewed it as just another tool. She shrugged again and went back to what she was doing.

 

[Daral Tal'Verda]

"I asked if you were insulting my vod, di'kut. My vod stand their ground... " Daral growled. But of course he walked away, coward. He had been awake all of ten minutes to find him and his brothers being insulted. Grown in jars? Yeah, they were, that didn't make th any less capable as soldiers. Literally all they knew was war, they'd been trained since birth, natural Mandos got a few years to suck a teat and shit themselves, clones didn't get that luxury. War was all they had and ever would know.

 

[Xan Qenadius]

@[member="CC-442 Daral"] @[member="Kage CC-743"] @[member="Ral'in Kaloran"]

He didn't close down the saber when the one clone finally got clued in by his CO, but instead turned to deal with the other disturbance. From the sound of the voice, it must have been a younger clone. But they all sounded the same to him and all had the same level of arrogance. So he walked over to the that one, prepared for some possible escalation in the frankly stupid nonsense going on. But regardless who ever started it or why, this was still Manda'yaim. and these clones were going to respect that, one way or another.

"Alright big mouth." he said to Daral "You don't have any vode, you got it? You have comrades. Big distinction there. You're an aruetii here, so might want to stick to Basic and avoid making things worse? Unless you want a early grave with the way you keep going on with your mouth."