Five, please.

[Vilaz Munin]

Mandalore; the Mad Strill

From tiring activities he was involved in which included Bounty Hunting, patrolling throughout Mandalorian space, keeping the peace, and training Vilaz decided to take off a day or two to regroup with himself so he could continue the things he was involved in. "Too damn old," he muttered to himself as he got aboard on his personal motorcycle and stormed off to a local bar to spend for the night. His deep conscience compared to himself to the motorcycle during the ride. Why would he ever get deep in a topic like this? He never had thoughts of things like this. He surely hoped he wouldn't give up this life he lived through for all his life and become a philosopher or someone that incorporated critical thinking in their work and daily life. The Warrior incorporated fighting, tactics, and everything that associated with war, for that was what was taught to him during his childhood and the years that he lived up to this day. But he knew more things than that. Just because you were a Warrior of a legendary, known culture didn't mean you just knee how to fight and participate in war.

The engine of the vehicle was disturbing and ruining the peace as it revved up with the ironclad Rally Master on the motorcycle. His buy'ce was acting as a helmet and was way much better than wearing a normal helmet. He had a 360 visual thanks to his HUD of his surroundings and could see farther with his rangefinder attached to his buy'ce. After all, most Mandalorians who were riding a speeder usually wore that T-Visored helmet in combat, training, or riding to different places. Besides, it was his personality of wearing his beskar'gam to everywhere, well most of of the time he did. He even had the thought of leaving his armor and wear some jeans, a jacket, a shirt things that people outside of Mandalorian called casual. Casual here was wearing your armor all the time.

The loud burst of the engine could be heard and startled some Mandos, while others looked at the vehicle and the rider that was causing all the noise in the area. Moments later the engine died as the Redneck had shut off the vehicle and departed from it. The Mad Strill was the name of the bar. Never had he been to it and wasn't familiar or knew the owner of this bar. Seemed fairly new to the Warrior, then again he was barely in Mandalorian Territory as he was out venturing the Galaxy in pursuit of Bounties and other contracts he could snatch up on. A cigarette was lit and was put in his mouth and the cloud of smoke began to come out front the cigar and into the air.

Through the doors of the bar he entered and look for a place to sit and have a drink. "Got the club going up on a Tuesday," a song was being played in the background and knowing the day today was Tuesday and was also the name of this song.

"I hate this song."

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[Catherine Romanov]

Catherine needed a drink. A good one. Too many bad ones tended to sour one's mood. Getting onto her speeder, she initiated the ignition and gunned the engines heading for the cantina known as the Mad Strill. After a particular thrilling drive, she arrived at her destination. Powering down the engines, she slipped the keys back into her pocket, and got off the speeder. Removing her buy'ce, she placed it close to the belt, the magnetic lock clipping it in place securely. Although a Mandalorian, she didn't usually have the habit of wearing her armour all the time. When in hostile or unknown territory, she tended to wear them for obvious reasons. Otherwise she would most often be seen dressed casually. She wasn't so sure about this place.

Entering the cantina, she scanned the interior of the room, spotting several patrons here and there, indulging in their drinks and chatting among themselves. Spotting a familiar beskar claded figure sitting at a table frowning at his drink, Smiling, she strolled over to him, slipping into a slip , giving him a brief salute and flashing him a bright smile. "Howdy."

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[Rhodessa]

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Rhodessa just finished her shift escorting merchants, in her starfighter. She wished they make new one, but she was sure mandal motors would eventually. As that was the point of them, to build better ships. She head to bar and got drink of trooper, it was an ale. She then looked around there were few new face to her, she debated about socializing but decide to see if any of them were fighter pilots. Then she figured feth it, they can come to me I just finished my shift. her pint arrived, and she sat on the bar stool. Then took a sip, it hardly touched the sides of her throat as it went down. By force it felt good, to finish a shift and have beer. She listened to music and tapped her feet to it, she liked that song and the heard some grounder say I hate this song. She thought to herself, well get a taste in music then. Then she hummed it just to annoy him a little, as he was just a grounder.

 

[Julius Sedaire]

Ijaat would be behind the bar... Even though he technically no longer owned the place, he still liked to help out when he came through town, which was rare now-a-days. He spent a lot of the time in his forge, shaping metal for war. When one was a blacksmith in a culture of people who prided themselves on their warrior prowess and code, one usually tended to find easy occupation for ones' time.

He noted the newcomers, specifically the one he marked as a Rally Master. It was a habit. Know the influential people. Know at least a face and a name, anyway. Those people were the ones apt to have a sour taste in their mouth about him. But luckily most of those he met were too young to know of him, know of his past and the deeds that still woke him up in a nightly parade of terrors and cold sweats.

But, now was the first time to start. Signalling to the tender by the music, he nodded and flashed a three then a five fingered gesture, changing the music to something almost what modern day folk would recognize and George Thorogood And the Destroyers like... Specifically this piece would have born a striking resemblance to 'I Drink Alone' by said band.

Raising a glass as he caught Vilaz' eye from behind the bar, he grinned and gestured at the open bar, setting down a few shotglasses in a row and a bottle of tihaar, an open invitation to him and his friends to come engage in a contest of constitutional drinking.

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[Arumi Zy]

Arumi sat off in a corner booth, his feet up on the table and a smoke dangling from his lips as he had his head bowed and both eyes closed. He continuosly took small drags from the cigarette and would occasionally jerk a bit as he caught himself falling asleep. He had been here far to long and had not seen battle in what seemed like an eternity. The mando'ade were buisy making plans and he was buissy being bored out of his mind.

He didn't know many of the Mando'ade in this age, in fact he hadn't gone out of his way to meet any of them but he considered them kin. The sith lord turned dark master lived only to serve now, after a thousand years of solitude he found that he needed family and company even if it was only by proximity that they were indeed his family. He opened his eyes slightly and peered at the growing crowd, listening to the horrible music that was playing now. He eyed the crowd looking for anything or anyone at all that might be worth his time, none stood out just yet but the master had learned a long time ago not to judge a book by its cover. He pulled his fur coat closer around him and continued the charade of sleeping patron.

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[Vilaz Munin]

The song grew irritating with each lyric it spit out and heard someone humming with the rhythm of the song. "You mind shutting up?" He told to the woman humming and would probably make things a mess if the rhythm, tone, lyrics and so on and so forth changed to another song. Now this was real music compared to kids and teenagers music in today's modern day universe. The sound of the guitar was bliss and the rest of the song. He was born and raised up to listening this genre type of music.

Then a woman came up to him and it was one that the Rally Master never met before. One thing that he could pick up that she had some manners. "Ain't seen yer face b'fore." Maybe she wanted to socialize and have a drink with him. He wouldn't mind or cared. He mostly talked with Hunters, Bounty Hunters, and Mercenaries that were part of the vode. Warriors that trained for war he barely socialized with. Was hard to classify which group the female belonged to. From his eyes he caught the eyes of a bartender who gestured the Rally Master towards him and had shot glasses at the ready. Was it him that changed that Manda awful song? If he did, then he earned all of his thanks.

The Redneck got up from his table and walked to the open bar. There he took a seat and his left hand went for one of the shit glasses and drank the whole liquid that was contained by the glass. "You changed the song?" He asked to Ijaat the same man who invited him to the open bar.

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[Julius Sedaire]

He nodded, in way of replying, and turned to grab another bottle as Vilaz downed the first glass with narry a blink or wink. This might be a loooong night if this was how this Rally Master drank, and truth be told, he wouldn't be surprised. Pouring all the glasses full, he made little move to conceal the long bladed saber at his hip, naturally moving it with his off hand and keeping it from bumping things almost like a dog would it's own tail. Nor did he do much to conceal the crushgauntlets hidden in the back of his belt. He had made enemies before he rejoined his people, and they would be looking for him now, if he knew it.

"Aye, I did.... Nothing like kids music to spoil a night of drinkin, eh vod? Now careful with this stuff, it's me own brew... I've used it to strip blood off a blade been dryin a full day, and that's no lie"

Smiling, the beskarsmith sat a calloused hand down on the table and slammed back two glasses, winking at the rednecked Mandalorian in front of him. His accent was thick with the upbringing of Concord Dawn, none of the polish and gloss he usually put on it. This was clearly going to be a good time.

"So what brings ya to this place ta drink, eh Rally Master?"



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[Rhodessa]

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Oi I am listening to that grounder! Who the hell did he think he was saying, turn the music over. She liked the rock music, that was coming out of the speakers. She finished her shift, and what good music and good beer. She also like good company, but by looks of things that ain't happening, thanks to group of grounders. She peved by the idea that one man thinks he can demand the music just get's changed, and she doubted she was the only one, After all he was not mandalore, and therefore was in charge fething jack.

 

[Vilaz Munin]

"Best move, vod. Damn them type of music that's pop and what not," he said to the bartender as he answered Vilaz's question about the music in the background. A bottle of alcohol was grabbed by the man and soon all the glasses that were out on the table were filled with alcohol. And speaking of alcohol that drink that he had was strong, very strong. He raised both of his eyebrows for just a mere moment when the Mandalorian mentioned to him that this drink was brewed to clean off the blood that was stained dry on a blade. "Well, what the hell did you put in it? Cause it sure is damn strong." He had brew his own alcohol before which was something similar to moonshine. One hundred percent alcohol and not a single hint of another liquid mixed in.

Seemed like a good man to the Rally Master. Like the rest of the vode except those who would do something that would do things to affect the Mandalorians in a negative way. What brought him here to drink? Not hard to answer. Just needed a place to settle and have a drink. "Just needed to get some booze and relax," he responded back to the bartender. He was about to keep up with the conversation until someone in the background had yelled at him. He was not friendly to those who yelled at him without a reason. He looked back and saw a woman sitting at a table having a drink.

"You better check yerself before I come and pop a cap up yer shebs. Raise the volume on me and I'll make you get new teeth." Quiet there was in the bar as he, straightforward, told the initiate what would happen if she dared to call him out or yell at him. She just needed to do something similar to what she just did so a fight could occur. But sooner or later a fight would break out as he saw a group of hunter looking at him with unfriendly eyes. Why? Simply because Vilaz had claimed and bagged some game from them that they had been tracking and hunting. They didn't even leave a mark on the game in the first place making it no ones claim until Vilaz had hunted down and killed the wild game. "Karkers get young every year," he said to the bartender.

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[Julius Sedaire]

Watching the argument, Ijaat quietly slipped his crushgaunts on, flexing them like a second set of hands and rapped the table to grab Vilaz' attention. There wouldn't be any blood in his cantina. Even if it wasn't his cantina anymore. He still had a fondness for the place.

"Eh vod... Leave the kid alone and lets have another. On the house. Not worth the powder in the shell, eh?"

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[Arumi Zy]

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The music was growing more annoying as time went by and the crowds began to thicken, he opened his eyes and looked over and watched what he expected would soon be a fight. The old grunt growled as he grabbed his drink and stood up, moving towards the Rally master and the assembled entourage. A breath of smoke escaping through parsed lips, and a look of interest in his eyes.


" 50 creds on the rally master" he barked out.

 

[Freya Grogner]

Adela sat further away from the group turning her beer around in her hands. She was what one would call a people watcher and what she was doing now was watching the group. This group was the one which she was supposed to join which she did plan to do all in due time.

Taking a sip of her beer she continued to watch as the group chit chatted. Adela wasn't much of a talker herself but that didn't mean she didn't like people. She happened to be more quite, reserved and to the point. She much rather be out on a job than sitting in a bar but as of right now she had come up empty handed on the board.



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