Faction C A R N E A | The Festival

[Arla Rodarch]

Mandalore
Near Sundari
Objective : Partake in the festival

The Rodarchs quickly dispersed into the festival, splitting up into smaller groups, and joining with the other Clans. Food and drink was shared, and the Rodarchs had brought some of their own treats to share, especially good strong moonshine which bore a loose resemblance to tihaar, but also made a useful degreaser for starfighter engines.

Arla watched from afar, smiling to herself. Tuur had surprised her again. She didn't feel much in the mood for partying, but she would try. For now, she was content to watch others enjoy the fun.

Shev Skirata Efret Farr Ordo Jadar Tyonna Arkose Leddie Gred Garrus Garon Aisha Garon Dasu'r Garon Baal Varad Laphisto Marek Rekali Tarre Priest Chaaj Priest

 

[Tuur of Clan Rodarch]

Tuur noticed the Skirata walk away, and decided to chase him, feeling in a jovial mood, she behaved far more amicably than she might have on any other day. "Skirataclan!" She called merrily, slapping Shev Skirata on the back. "Let us share drink, vod!" Tuur removed her helmet with its red and yellow pattern, letting her medium length dark hair fall out and down her shoulders. Her dark eyes shone, catching the firelight. Tonight was a special night. She was in a strangely relaxed and happy mood.

"Finish your ale, and you can try a proper southern drink." Tuur reached to her belt and retrieved a wrapped flask. She'd taken it from Arch's things. Her buir would have wanted her to have it, and he couldn't drink it where he was now. It was very, very old tihaar. There had been two flasks. She'd left one for her brother Vaar. She'd had one taste from this one the day she had been made Alor. It was powerful stuff.

She took a taste now, and even prepared, it hit her like a freight train on fire going down her throat. She flushed but didn't cough. A better result than the first try.

Tuur held the flask out to Shev. "I wouldn't try this one with a straw if I were you." She teased. She didn't want to show disrespect, but she was giving a friendly warning too. This stuff was no joke.

 

[Mia Monroe]

Mia watched the festival unfold from a perch on a ruined building, her helmet rested on the rubble beside her, the tihaar flask in her hand already half empty. The rumble of drums as the parade passed and the shouts of support from different clans should have stirred something positive within her. this was had been what they had always wanted, unity between the clans once more, so that they may rebuild their strength, yet all she could feel stirring in her chest was sorrow.

"You should be here, Ijaat." she said quietly to herself. "This was what we came back for, and you are not here to see it." she closed her eyes, allowing her grief to wash over her for a moment. Elise and Liorra had walked away, and now Ijaat was gone. She still had her brother, but Ordo had been preoccupied of late with the Rekali woman. She was alone in her greif, and this was not a place for her to show it, nor could she afford to be absent from the festival entirely. With a heavy sigh, she sealed the flask, tucking it back into place on her belt and pushed herself to her feet, sweeping her helmet from the floor as she did.

A small burst from her jet pack carried her to the festivals centre where wine and ale was flowing as freely as the merriment. Her eyes swept the tables passing over Baal Varad who was talking to a couple of aruetiise, she made a point of avoiding him, that was something she was not ready to face yet. Instead, her gaze settled on the Garon's, a smile tugging at her features as she made her way over.

"Su cuy'gar." she dipped her head in respect to Garrus "I was sorry to hear of your brothers passing, my condolences."

Garrus Garon Dasu'r Garon Aisha Garon

 

[Sula Skirata]

This was entirely too many people.

She had stated as much to Shev Skirata when they arrived, sticking close to her clan mate for the time being as they watched the festival in silence, Sula studied the different besuliiks on display, taking pieces of them in her minds eyes and reconstructing her own in her head, so absorbed in her mental work that she didn't even hear Shev mutter to himself, or notice he had walked away.

In fact she stood unnaturally still, eyes glazed over beneath her helmet as she stared fixedly at the same spot on the well trodden ground. After several minutes she blinked, and realised that she was on her own.

In a crowd of people.

"Bastard." she muttered, making her way toward the drinks. He would probably be there. That's where everyone else was going, though she wasn't entirely sure why, alcohol only served as an inhibitor to one's mental faculties and people were already stupid enough without it. She found him sat at a bench with a dark haired woman. She tried to remember her name, but decided it wasn't actually important.

"How long are you going to make me endure this for?" she asked him as she flopped onto the bench next to him, pointedly ignoring the woman.

Tuur of Clan Rodarch

 

[Evelyn Rekali]

Part of Evelyn had wanted to be at the festival, to show her support for Ordo but even to her, the whole thing seemed tedious. She like the rest of the clan would heed the call when it came, regardless of who the victor was, because at the end of the day, to her, it didn't matter. All that mattered was that the mandalorians fought together.

Besides, killing sithspawn was a much better past time. Disruptor rifle secured on her back, beskar spear in her hand, Evelyn couldn't help but smile to herself.

"Last to ten kills buys the drinks!" she called over the noise of the dropship.

Chaaj Priest Marek Rekali

 

[Garrus Garon]

By the time Mia Monroe had approached the table where the Garon's had gathered Garrus would have been deep into the next cup of wine. The Pitcher he drank from and shared with the others was almost empty and so he had called for more, another for himself and one for Dasu'r Garon and Aisha Garon each. Fesitivities such as these meant that no one should lack for drink and merriment even if Garrus himself deigned not to particpate in the rigid fanfare many of the other Clans had entered with.

When his gaze finally fell across Mia he would have lowered his cup again then inclined his head so that he could regard her before nodding his head slowly...

"Su cuy'gar."

...however formality was quickly dispensed with as a slow smile touched his mouth...

"My thanks, Mia. He lived well though and if Strider did not regret his life I imagine he did lament his death either."

...he chuckled, at least now Garrus would not have to compete with him for the attention of the various women they might have otherwise encountered together. Not that this was a priority for the Warrior he seemed content to work on his farmstead more often than not unless called upon to do otherwise.

Lifting a hand he'd have gestured towards those sitting with him to make introductions...

"This is Dasu'r and Aisha. They are good Vode."

...another chuckle, soon he was gesturing to another space at the table along with a cup...

"Sit with us for a moment, Mia. Tell me about life and share a cup at my table."

...if she accepted he would reach for one of the newer pitchers that had been brought so that he could fill her cup with the wine provided by the hosts of the Carnea.

 

[Shev Skirata]

Shev's eyes went wide and reflexively reached for the ripper that usually sat in his hip holster only to grasp air just before he felt the slap on his shoulder,,

The words sank in slowly and he unceremoniously sucked down the ale and placed the empty mug on the counter.

I wouldn't try this one with a straw if I were you."

How long are you going to make me endure this for?

He choked. And gave a hard cough as ale came out of his nose. The helmet's fluid cycler came on, his own addition to keep blood out of his eyes, and saved him from ale dripping from his buy'ce. He had forgot Sula was behind him. She had been unusually quiet.

"Shot glass!" He croaked out to the bar-mando, "And nertra'gal for Sula." He hooked a thumb at his favorite cousin.

He turned to face Tuur of Clan Rodarch and smiled. She couldn't see the smile.

"Something strong sounds good, but the helmet stays on." He said trying to sound like he hadn't just coughed ale all over his helmet. "This is the way."

He held up his shot glass to her and let her fill it as much as she chose and put his straw in the shot glass. An alret flashed in his HUD of a strong poison present.

Kark it. he thought before he drained the glass and swallowed.

His eyes watered and he shook his head hard enough he was afraid his buy'ce would turn around. He forced himself to breathe and hold back a cough. Then finally the flavor hit him. It was good. And he immediately felt a buzz creeping in as a liquid warmth radiated through his body.

"Wow." Was all he could croak. Before he looked at the woman. He hadn't realized with her usually stoney demeanor just how breath taking she was. He brown eyes were lit with unspoken mirth as she waited for him to continue to deteriorate from the Tihaar. It was like seeing a sunset for the first time.

"Perfect." He rasped as he pushed the drink he had ordered for Sula toward the nerd'alor of his clan. "Just drink and pretend you like it."

Sula Skirata

 

[Aisha Garon]

A sigh of relief came over Aisha once Garrus offered her a spot to sit and drink. It was at least comfort that her clan would at least allow her to drink by them. She did as offered, and pulled up a seat. She then poured herself some wine.

“Thank you, Uncle.” She smiled, sipping the drink

She had forgotten how rich and potent Mando wine could be. Definitely beat the second rate spotchka back at her station on Saleucami. Her mind drifted. With all this talk of war between the Alliance and Dark Empire, she hoped there would be a home to return to. It was not much, but Manda damn it, it was hers.

She was snapped back to reality when another person joined their fray. She listened as Garrus and this woman talked. But Aisha knew her face. One entreched in her brain from Mandalorian history holograms.

"Te Maviran Mand'alor" She addressed Mia, almost using the title mockingly, “Thought you were dead?”

There was a level of vehement venom on the Togruta's tongue. She had been a foundling during the reign of Yasha Cadera, another bitter pill for Aisha to accept. A long line of zealots and barbaric rulers. Aisha had personally been sick of it. She took another swig of her wine, icy blues trained on the former Mand'alor for her next move.

Garrus Garon | Dasu'r Garon | Mia Monroe ​

 

[Tuur of Clan Rodarch]

Another Mando joined Tuur and Shev, which distracted Tuur just enough to miss Shev doing a Kyrimorut Water Dragon inside his own helmet with his ale. She appraised her, another Skirata, who had made a point of not saying hello to the Rodarch Alor. That was fine as far as it went, though it made Tuur wonder if this one had a claim on the male.

Tuur poured Shev his shot, a generous one, he was a good sized man to her eye. His reaction was about as expected. Wow about summed it up, she decided, grinning at his T-Visor. Then she turned to the woman. Tuur would make her own introduction.

"Nice to meet you, Sula Skirata. I'm Tuur Rodarch." the young woman said, smiling and friendly.

Tuur sat down without being asked, and placed the flask on the table between the two of them. "Happy to share." She said to Sula, then turned and looked at Shev. "Though one's probably enough, eh?" Tuur asked, laughing.

Sula Skirata Shev Skirata

 

[Jadar]

Droid took notice of the offered data pad. Excitedly the tip of what would be considered Droid's pointer finger in his right hand flipped back and revealed a tiny port jack.

Droid made to extend his arm and attach himself to the offered data pad but Jadar pushed the automaton's arm down with some haste.

"What are you doing?" Jadar asked droid bewildered.

"Th-th-the answeeeeer to your q-q-q-query seems self self evident and as such appears to class class classify as rhetorical. Is mmmmmy ass ass ass assessment, correct?" Droid asked.

"Oh yes. Quite corrected indeed." Jadar said. "Are you a fool. No need to answer that Droid, we both know that you are not and yet you seem to feel quite fit to act like one."

It was not often Jadar stooped to chastise Droid. No, not often at all. Hardly ever truth be told. Droid was Jadar's best friend, as pathetic as that was, and it hardly ever behaved in a way that required Jadar to treat it any other way but as an equal.

"I do not understand." Droid said.

"You don't know what that datapad does." Jadar told Droid.

Droid had no face that allowed it to make expressions. A blank slate of metal plating was all that passed for Droid's face and yet Jadar still knew that his friend was mulling over what Jadar had just said.

"She implies that it will allow her and I to com com com communicate." Droid finally said.

"Well, right…" Jadar said. "…she could be lying though. She is a stranger after all."

More thinking from Droid took place now. The partial training droid, partial protocol droid, partial sentient crystal's metal body was close to six and a half feet tall and it stood there now stooped under the open bar's canopy. Any sentient that looked upon Droid would think it a simple thing in an "aw shucks" sort of way.

"Yyyyyyou immmmmplied that the the the girl maaaaaaaay may be Jed Je J Jed-"

Jadar frantically waved a hand to try and stop Droid from saying the word.

"…Jedi. Jedi do not lie."

Jadar's heart sank and his stomach did a flip. Droid however was convinced that Jadar's stunned silence was due to the infallible logic of Droid's case and so the metal man jacked into the offered datapad.

Speaking through text this is what Droid would have to say:

"Greetings, I am designated Droid. I chose this designation myself, isn't that impressive? Most sentients are stuck with a designation chosen by others before they know what their function is. (Pause for laughter). My companion is designated Jadar, do not worry about his rise in temperature or an ability to cease fidgeting. He fears you are not to be trusted and so he is experiencing a physiological response to our recent linking. Jadar is also a Jedi, so you may put any distrust aside. Jadar thinks you may also be a Jedi though that has not seemed to lessen his own distrust. What is your designation?"

Efret Farr

 

[Baal Varad]

​

"Rodarch! Rodarch! Rodarch!"

The next tribe to follow Varad was up, following in the parade festivities. There was no particular ranking to the clans - random colored stones had been passed among the Alors during the proceedings that were organized by Clan Priest, the designated host Clan per the Alorultai.

Baal downed the rest of his win, flipping the tender another coin before drumming the table.

"It is time, I suppose."

He bowed before those in the bar with theatrical flair, grabbing his helmet. He appeared inebriated, sloppy even. Until the helmet went on. Then his posture began to change, almost instantly, as if he was donning a new character. A new persona. As if the armor itself was empowering him. There was no limp in his step, no faltering. He did not waver, insteader opening his large arms tanned by the winter sun to embrace onlookers.

Again, he danced. Though the drums of the Clan Rodarch were of a different beat than his own Clan, Varad routinely slapped his shoulders and then his knees in quick succession, stomping to and fro in position until making his way towards the door. It was an odd choice, as nobody was dancing with him.

"Rodarch!" He shouted, chanting alongside the several hundred Rodarchians that marched by, hailing their Clan. "Varad!" He cried again, dispelling any summarization that the man was out of control. Keeping the beat of the parade but making forward momentum, Baal brushed by one onlooker that he barely noticed before continuing on, Tyonna Arkose .

Soldiers at the head of Clan Rodarch and the tail of Clan Varad began cheering against the music as Baal's visible helmet made it's way towards the parade.

Sometimes, fun was fun. Entertainment was entertainment. And even a Clan's warlord of the Northern Wastes knew how to have fun without being a stickler. Surely this would confront many rumors about "The Cannibal of the North" and dispel any confusion that the Clans were in opposition to each other. No, this was a unifying day, where every Mando's heart beat as one under the cool summer rains of their Great Mother.

Arla Rodarch Ordo Mia Monroe Jadar Tuur of Clan Rodarch Aisha Garon Tarre Priest Marek Rekali Strider Garon Laphisto Shev Skirata Leddie Gred Efret Farr Dasu'r Garon Tyonna Arkose

 

[Leddie Gred]

Leddie would take her drink, looking around before noticing Arla seemed to off by herself. Well wasn't like Leddie and her friends could really play while the parade was nearby with how loud stuff was, so she had decided to walk up. The Zabrak looked up at her fellow Mandalorian, a smile on her face.

"Hey, Arla. Dad was telling me about what you did that that meeting... thing."

Garrus Garon Baal Varad Dasu'r Garon Aisha Garon Ordo Efret Farr Arla Rodarch

 

[Marek Rekali]

There would be time for song and drink after the job was done. Marek Rekali did not like to sit still, if he knew there was an opportunity for work to be done. And that was why he sided with the task he got. He also didn’t have a care who became Mandalore, so long as they were the right person for the job. And Marek had no problem letting the others decide that.

As he heard his clan sister… was that the term? Yes, at least for today, call out the kill count, he grabbed his slugthrower and the hilt of the weapon he had been given when he received his rank of Witch Adept. It was going to serve as his primary melee weapon, but he kept his template’s lightsaber on hand, in case.

All weapons were good weapons.

“You’re on.” He said as he felt the dropship touch down and the door open.

Evelyn Rekali Chaaj Priest

 

[Arla Rodarch]

The Zabrak looked up at her fellow Mandalorian, a smile on her face.

"Hey, Arla. Dad was telling me about what you did that that meeting... thing."

Lost in thoughts of the battle she had fought in here in Sundari, Arla didn't hear anyone approach over the sounds of the distant party. Mirax would have alerted her to any danger, she knew, so when she heard foot steps behind her, Arla didn't worry. She assumed it was Tuur or someone else from the Clan, come to drag her to the festivities.

"I'm not..." Arla began, turning around. She was surprised to see Leddie Gred and not unpleasantly so. Leddie had been right by her side during the battle, and in Arla's estimation, had covered herself in glory. She'd fought beside older and more experienced veterans, and outshone many of them. She had earned Arla's undying loyalty and respect.

"Ner vod." the Marshal said, thoughts of the battle foremost in her mind, smiling to see her friend here. It was good to stand on the site of a victorious battle, against an unambiguous evil. "Remember last time we were here?" She asked, waving to the outcrop from where Arla and Leddie and a small force had held off a marauding horde of Graug, and hydra Sithspawn. She hardly heard Leddie's question, so lost in reverie was she.

At the time of the Battle of Sundari, it would have seemed outlandishly hopeful to think that one day the Protectors would be assembled on this ground, not to fight, but to join in celebration. Unified. Together. In such numbers as had not been seen in recent memory and history. Arla and Leddie had been a part of the beginning. Arla was glad her friend was here, unlike many, she'd understand Arla's feeling. It was hard to let go and accept things as they were. She'd lost her best friend that day, and that made it a bittersweet memory.

But she was glad Leddie had come. The one person who was right there with her. The one person who'd experienced that dark day with her. "You did well that day." She said. Arla wasn't sure how her announcement had been recieved, though she knew that she at least had some support among their people. Mig was a good vod, one Arla had come to understand, he also had the best interests of his people at heart. And he was always willing to stand up for Mandalore. Others had voiced their support publicly, but Arla didn't know what would happen. Time would tell the result.

Efret Farr Ordo Jadar Tyonna Arkose Leddie Gred Garrus Garon Aisha Garon Dasu'r Garon Baal Varad Laphisto Marek Rekali Tarre Priest Chaaj Priest Mia Monroe

 

[Efret Farr]

"My designation is Efret," she answered, deciding to only offer her first name, not because she wanted to retain some privacy but because Droid had introduced Jadar with only his given name.

She added, "I am a Jedi," looking over at the man who was apparently a fellow Force user. To which Light side creed he belonged was unclear, but it didn't matter. She rose her brows. "Are you in need of assistance from one?"

Jadar​

 

[Leddie Gred]

Leddie smiled, nodding as she looked around. It had been a fight to get Mandalore back. It was nice to see Mandalorians not beating each other up again, too. The Protectors might actually be able to do something. The Zabrak would adjust her trench coat, looking to everyone there.

"Hard to forget." She remarked as drank some her drink. She wasn't always sure about herself. Her abilities. That fear she'd harbored for years It was good to hear. "Thanks, vod. It's good to hear." She looked down, taking a breath as she looked back at everything. Her friends having fun, Cordy... being herself. She wondered if she'd get more of a chance to play some music once the parade was finally passed. Hopefully, it'd all be worth it in the end. Leddie smiled a little.

"Was hoping to play a little more before things got loud."

Garrus Garon Baal Varad Dasu'r Garon Aisha Garon Ordo Efret Farr Arla Rodarch

 

[Oya Skirata]

Oya smiled and laughed as he rose another cup of well he wasn't sure what it was but it tasted strong and good, as he made another toast.

"Oya!" with a cheer the other group of Mandalorians also raised their glasses in cheer. "To me!"

"To you! Oya!"

He grinned as he downed his tankard with a gusto spilling some around his beard, smacking his lips with a clear gasp after he was done with his drink. Noticing the perplexed and amused look on a fellow Mandalorian.

"My name is Oya. It always gets a good laugh and a lot of people buying me drinks at Mando events like this one." Oya explained. "Care to raise a toast in my name? Hell why shouldn't I be Mandalore it'd make a hell of a rallying cry. To Oya! For Oya! What do you think?"

Oya laughed as he teased he had no real desire to be Mandalore in fact he didn't even want to be Clan leader. That was his brothers ambition. At the thought of his brothers Oya looked around wondering where they were. They'd love all of this. Oya shrugged they'd show up when and where they will.

"I'm just kidding who would want to be Mandalore. Lot of trouble and responsibility for no reason. This. This is what I want. A place to gather our people, our Clan together. Drink and be Merry and rest between hunts. A Vheh'yaim. Maybe I should be looking for investors? What do you say want to own half of it?"

 

[Mia Monroe]

Mia returned the small smile. "He was a good man," she inclined her head slightly "...most of the time anyway. I'd have liked to settle our difference before he passed, but I'm sure we can do that in the next life."

She nodded in greeting to the two Garrus introduced. It wasn't hard to tell which was actually related to Strider. Dasu'r Garon was an spitting image of what she had imagined a younger Strider might look like. "Su cuy." she nodded to both of them, accepting Garrus's invitation and sitting with them, her eyes moving to the togruta he'd named as Aisha.

The mocking venom in her tone. "Te Maviran Mand'alor is dead." she replied, accepting a cup that was passed to her with a nod of thanks. "There's footage of her death on the holonet, it was a public broadcast for all to see." Not matter where she went, that title would ever leave her, no matter how much she wanted it to have died with her at Sundari, people did not want to let it go.

She took a sip of her wine and sighed. "Someone saw fit to haul my miserable sheb out of the nether, so here I am. Are we going to have a problem, Aisha?"

Garrus Garon Aisha Garon

 

[Evelyn Rekali]

Evelyn grinned at his response, the base of her spear tapping twice on the floor of the dropship as the doors opened. A wink in Marek's direction and she was gone in a wisp of green smoke, appearing some thirty feet outside of the ship and the dust it was kicking up around them, obscuring their landing zone and the many heads that swung its way.

Golden eyes glanced back to the dropship as it lifted from the ground, tendrils of green coiled around the spear as she swung it back towards them words muttering a concealment spell. It would keep them covered until the dust settled and give them a chance to asses their surroundings before without being attacked outright. It would shatter as soon as the first shot was fired.

Marek Rekali

 

[Sula Skirata]

Sula gave the nertra'gal a suspicious sniff, her nose wrinkling instantly in disgust, utterly oblivious to the friendly greeting she was receiving from Tuur of Clan Rodarch . It was only when Turr sat down and set a flask on the table that she realised that she had probably been rude.

"Su cuy." she offered, eyeing the flash, before flicking her gaze between Shev and Sula, and then at the merriment around them. Already there were mandalorians who's balance was impaired and who had lost the ability to recognise the volume of their own slurred words.

She gave the ale another sniff, but still did not drink it. "Why?" she asked. "Why drink? It impairs judgement, movement, dehydrates the brain and i'm pretty sure that-" she pointed at the flask "kills brain cells and you are already running short on those Shev."

Shev Skirata