Faction Gift of Light

[Samuel Exel]

Objective 3: Such Is Life Day
Writing with: Dominik Borra !​

“I am glad to have been helpful, then. It still feels new to me, as well.” Giving a small chuckle from the affirmation of good starting choices, as they rounded a bend. People were bustling through, busy getting their own Life-Day shopping done for their families, friends, and loved ones. “I don’t watch many Holo-films either, so hopefully the Holo-net and reviews will have answers.” Another pressed on his helmet, his gaze glancing up to the screen pulled up in the visor. Then Dominik posed the next question; regarding Ela. He could not help but give a soft smile underneath the helmet as thoughts pondered what to get - one he would have otherwise been embarrassed to show to others.

“She is.” Humming, in agreement, regarding her sweetness. There was no better comparison for him. “I am unsure. Admittedly, this would be a first ‘real’ Life Day celebration I’ve done with her…I’m thinking the same ideas I mentioned earlier. Aaand…” Helmet tilted, as it trailed across the selection of shops embedded into the walls of the shopping center. “Maybe something equally sweet. Like some treats, or a pastry to bring back home. Perhaps get a mix for Hot Chocolate to make later - I see that is also popular. Could get some ourselves while we’re out, too, maybe.” He was spitballing these ideas as he saw them from his HUD, with another press at his vambrace. Samuel’s idea of romance was putting his best effort in; despite being a Hunter, once devoid of emotion, this approach has seemingly worked out very well so far. “I’m unsure if I should get a trinket or some, object. I’ve never done that before. Maybe a stuffed animal? That’s also an option.”

Steps had led forth to one of the smaller shops first; shelves lined with cases for holo-films. The shop-keep raised a confused brow at the armored figure who passed by and went straight to start browsing. “I think the most important thing is as long as you’re putting in the effort, it will be appreciated and loved. Now, let’s see if we can find anything…” Gesturing to the other as he stooped down some, to peer at the covers and titles. “You can bring anything you’re interested in to me if you want me to see what info I can find on it.”

 

[Desric Terassi]

OBJ I: Senate Square
Amani Serys | Alicio Organa | OPEN
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Both of his snowballs connected with their intended targets and so Desric smiled widely.

The smile was wiped off his face by a snowball to the chest, or more accurately by the faceful of snow that followed. Spitting out the snow, he was about to return fire, only to pause, snowball in hand, at the sight he beheld.

In a move of unprecedented snow-based aggression, Amani was jumping onto the back of her fiancee in an attempt to drive him face-first into the snow. Snow which was hopefully thick enough to muffle the impact. Then again, she was a healer, so a broken nose should be relatively easy to fix - making up for it would likely be more time-consuming.

Noting that his snowball was beginning to melt, yet unwilling to risk involving himself in snowy brawling, he spun on his heel, took aim, and flung it towards Starlin Rand - missing by half a dozen metres.

That would not do. That would not do at all.

"Cadence. One volley please." As soon as the words left his mouth, the four droid bodyguards commanded by his AI scooped up handfuls of snow, packed them into firm balls, and threw them towards Starlin with impressive coordination.

As he watched in anticipation, he took a sip from his cocoa and idly wondered just what kind of snowball fighting the New Jedi Order normally engaged in. Amani seemed to be mixing in physical violence and Auteme had turned into a snowball. Just what went on in those temples of theirs? Some kind of bizarre arctic warfare training, perhaps?

 

[Starlin Rand]

Starlin howled with laughter at the sight of Amani taking three snowballs to the face from three different angles. He even accepted her return fire gracefully, quite satisfied with the outcome and happy to make things even.

But the pasty pretty boy next to her, the one who had let his bodyguard take the hits? The cunning bastard who had ordered his droid security to make him more snowballs to throw at Starlin specifically?

Nah. Starlin didn't take hits from cowards and users.

As Amani tackled Alicio, and Desric's automaton servants let loose their volley, Starlin seized the snowballs in midair with the Force, then sent them hurtling back toward Desric, intent on giving him a taste of his own medicine.

Desric Terassi Amani Serys Alicio Organa Iris Arani Lief​

 

[Iris Arani]

Iris had, for better or worse, disappeared from the Snow Ball fight.

Literally.

The Jedi, in her eagerness to at least surprise the others around, especially given Amani and Alicio were both there, went full on invisible and snuck through the snow. Only her footprints could be seen as she rounded around the chaos, all to emerge from the shadows behind Amani and huck one of the ammo she'd been given by Eliphas. This was surprisingly fun.

Desric Terassi | Amani Serys | Alicio Organa | Lief | Starlin Rand

 

[Kyell Laysel]

Location: Jedi Temple
Tag: Miri Nimdok

<I like Zayne but... Kyell Jr?> He seemed hesitant about that one, probably because the idea of naming a child after himself felt... odd, for some reason. <The girl names all sound cute though, so I'll let you decide if we get girls,> he said before he grinned and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

<But I have this feeling we're getting two boys, so don't get too attached to all those pretty L-names~> he teased, but he didn't actually have a clue about the gender yet. Nobody did, and it hardly mattered. Their kids were going to get his unconditional love no matter what, and he'd do his best to be a good father.

Which...

<Hey uh, Miri?> He seemed a bit more serious all of a sudden and sat back down. <Are you nervous about becoming a parent? I've never had a responsibility like this before, and I want to be a good father to our kids. But... I've never had a father figure in my life. How do I know what's the right thing to do?>

He let out a soft sigh but still managed a smile — becoming a father, even though it was somewhat frightening, was, together with marrying Miri, still going to be the best thing to have happened in his life.

 

[Alicio Organa]

OBJECTIVE I: ROCKIN' AROUND THE LIFE DAY TREE
SENATE SQUARE, CORUSCANT
Tags: Amani Serys - Desric Terassi - Starlin Rand - Lief - Iris Arani - OPEN!​

What had once been a calm, reverential celebration of a much-beloved holiday devolved quickly into active warfare. Watching Amani get beaned three times in quick succession was enough for Alicio to break into raucous laughter, giggling until he held his sides in pain.

But then, she did the unthinkable. The Mirialan climbed onto his back, and pressed snow directly into his face. With his eyes shut, Alicio teetered back and forth, still laughing despite the losing battle.

But then, Alicio sensed a new ally, a portent of the future. The Count locked Amani's legs against his sides, and hunkered down, twisting his girlfriend's back towards Iris' approaching sneak-attack snowball with perfect timing.

"Get her!" he shouted out, holding Amani as close to him as he could.

 

[Miri Nimdok]

<You don’t like Kyell Jr., but you have no objections to Kyla?> But he was handing off responsibility for the girls’ names to her anyway. <Deal. Although you have to fit my dad’s name, Errik, in there somewhere, even if it’s just a middle name.>

She got comfortable beside him, wrapping an arm around his waist. <That’s funny, because I have a feeling we’re going to get two girls. Too bad the crystal can’t tell us what they’ll be.> Suddenly she winced. <I forgot to get you a gift!> Between losing her ship (and everything she owned along with it) and the general craziness as of late, it had completely slipped her mind. <What do you want for Life Day, Kyell?>

He asked her if she was nervous. <Oh yeah,> she said, raising her eyebrows. <I’m nervous about everything. I stayed up late last night doing research, remember? I might even call my mom, just so I can ask her questions.> She never called her mother if she could help it.

<I've never had a responsibility like this before, and I want to be a good father to our kids. But... I've never had a father figure in my life. How do I know what's the right thing to do?>

<Are you asking for a general rule, or are you also going to need to stay up late doing research tonight?> she asked. Her tone was a little playful, but her gaze was soft upon him. <You’re sweet, you know that? I think you’ll be fine.>

She heard his faint voiceless sigh, and caught his little smile. <I know that look,> she said, stroking his cheek before leaning forward to kiss him.

Kyell Laysel​

 

[Valery Noble]

Senate Plaza

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Outfit: Casual Winter Coat
Appearance: Link
Tag: Auteme BB-610 Kara Jade

After leaving Aldric be for now with the idea to meet him later, and again on Vera's birthday, Valery began to look for her daughter. She could feel that Vera was close and that she wasn't in trouble or scared, but she'd be a terrible mother if she let the five-year-old get out of sight for too long.

Just thinking about all the damage she could do...

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Vera grinned at Auteme's comment and seemed to be having an amazing time up on the woman's shoulder. But when Kara appeared with her baby, she couldn't help but stare for a moment. "Hello!" she excitedly called out while she waved at the little kiddo. But with both Auteme and Bee trying to steer them towards her mother, she'd have to wait to take a closer look until she was with her mom again.

Soon enough, Bee helped guide the group to meet Valery along the way, and there was quite a sigh of relief when she spotted Vera on the Chancellor's shoulders.

"Mommy! Did you see the snowball?!"

Valery blinked and found herself having to decide between telling her how dangerous it was, and grinning from ear to ear like a proud mother. She settled somewhere in the middle, and just smirked proudly at her little star, "I did, but no more using the Force for stunts like that," she warned Vera, who grinned in return but also nodded.

"I'm so sorry about that snowball attack," Valery then told Auteme with a sheepish smile. Controlling a little Noble was no easy task, and with all the distractions, she had failed to stop it. "But it's good to see you again, and you too, Kara," Valery flashed her a smile and turned her eyes to Cass rather quickly. "Awwe, such a cutie. Glad to see he's doing well, too."

Last but definitely not least, she looked at Bee and nodded appreciatively, "Thanks for keeping an eye on her, Bee. I owe you one." She shot her little friend a wink and turned to the group as a whole again.

 

[Lief]

The dumping of snow upon his head proved enough to shock some sense back into the lad. With attentions turned elsewhere, and Iris disappearing, he slid on his butt back toward his hoverchair and hauled himself into it with a strained huff. It had been fun, of course, there was no denying that, but he was thoroughly chilled to the bone. He covered his mouth and nose with his cloak, breathing in warmer air, and glanced over the display.​

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While there was still snow, a lot of it had been used up and squashed underfoot. As a parting gift, he raised his hands, closed his eyes, and focused on the air around them, Force winding up through the atmosphere to mess with the clouds and temperature overhead. After a few moments, a fresh smattering of snow began to fall over the masses.​

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Heading back inside he mentally informed Starlin Rand so that the man would not be alarmed by his sudden absence. Thank you, for this. Then he was gone, leaving the snow drifting down from temporarily altered clouds.​

 

[Osarla Ridor]

GENERAL RIEINDOR
OUTER RIM | UNDISCLOSED OUTPOST
Teshi Ocano | Minerva Fhirdiad | Mylo Thorne | OPEN

Oh, hoo, ho, ho. This game could easily turn into some sort of report that Ridor had either seen at one point or another, or become one she'd have to file.

The bartender nodded at the group of four and slid the clump of their drinks across to them. With the conversation at hand, Osarla readily accepted hers and took a gulp.

Didn't think much about the repercussions of combustion in that particular area. When I say he blew the roof off that toilet... Whole thing smelled like a hutts arse."

And then almost spat it right back out.

When her throat was clear, she erupted in a hearty chuckle that left sympathy back outside in the snow.

"That's shitty." She empathized, and frowned, swirling her drink.

"Hmmm. Mine..maybe it's just recency-effect takin' over for me, but just this past Remembrance Day. Supposed to be an easy thing on Coruscant, respectin' our fallen, and then a fugitive attempts an assassination on the Chancellor and brings out a horde of goonies." She frowned into her mug and took a drink.

"Let's hear y'all's," and tipped her glass at Mylo Thorne and Minerva Fhirdiad to encourage their storytelling and bring the mood back up.

 

[Ishida Ashina]

ROCKIN' ROUND THE LIFE DAY TREE
CORUSCANT | NEW JEDI ORDER TEMPLE
Jem Fossk

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Ishida's reaction was physical. The idea of consuming the greasy mess that passed as something edible, something desirable, and in that tacky wrapping too, made her flinch and raise her hands up. They were empty to show she had no such picture-capturing device.

"I would never." She lied, and flashed the same sharp grin she'd exhibited earlier when Jem first donned the sweater.

The devil's daughters moved along the perimeter of the room, mostly avoiding eye contact and not finding much conversation between one another either. It was only with a point to the snack table that they determined where they were going.

When they arrived at the sprawl of iced and sugared delicacies, she avoided all the carby things and looked only for the famed hot coco. Indulging in one or two plunked marshmallows and letting them grow fat in the sugary water before taking a taste.

It was hot coco indeed.

She cleared her throat and smoothed out the front of her sweater.

"Where were you last Life Day?"

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[Aeris Lashiec]

The younglings each had a cup of their own. Steam rose and waved from the hot contents within as they sat in a cozy circle on the archive floor. Not every kid was prone to the hustle and bustle of snow fights or just never found it very fun. Some liked the calm and Aeris was more than willing to provide it, and as such she had picked a good classic from the deep ends of the holiday section.

"It was—" Aeris began.

"Twas." One of the children cut her off. "In the story it says Twas."

"Right," Aeris chuckled. "But please focus on what the story is and not how, okay?"

The children all nodded and she beamed them a smile.

Twas the night before Life Day, when in the temple wide,
The knights were decorating, and not a corner was left quiet.
The hustle and bustle was enough to drive you mad,
Though at least in the Archives some calm was to be had.

Okay, so it was a bit of a self-indulgent edit that someone may have made, but what were they going to do? Leave and do something else? They were here for the very reason mentioned.

The lightsabers rested on their belts all safe,
Which were good manners to be praised.
Some of the blades were single, and others were double,
And some of them looked… Quite a lot like Master Noble's.

And that wasn't even a lie. Idolizing children would be like they are. The story continued for a bit until they reached the callouts, the part the younglings always had the most fun with.

"Now LASHIEC!" One of the children exclaimed happily.
"Now, NOBLE!" Another gleed.
"N-now, K-KAI'EL and Owtom!" The youngest one, a nautolan, stammered.

Auteme? Aeris wondered and smiled at the kid. The names continued long past the intended rhyme and long beyond the limits of the story itself, but the children was having fun and that was all that mattered. Aeris let them continue until finally she closed the book and the activity moved on to other quieter games and DIY doodads.

All in all, another successful year. She hoped they would appreciate it when they got older.

 

[Spirit of Faith]

GRANDPA GOT RAN OVER BY A REINDEER
Thelma Goth | Silas Westgard

But they probably weren't listening. Thelma decided to try a different approach. "If you jump, we'll make sure you don't get hurt, okay? Just make it quick."

"I wouldn't get hurt anyways!" He huffed with a tilt of his head. "You're gonna have to do better than that, lady."

"All it takes is a little slip of my words to let them know, and I'm sure you don't want some angry masters breathing down the back of your neck do you?"

Façade faltered with Silas's threat, and the group murmured again, this time with discontent. A sweat broke on his brow as he considered the consequences. Apprehensively, he clambered down the gutter pipe with grace, abandoning his stunt.

"Look dude, just be cool, okay?" Hands gestured as the boy spoke in a hushed tone. "I don't need masters sniffing around - we're having our own party later in our dorms, and we might have picked up some er, contraband for the secret saint gifting. You guys can come, just like, keep it hush."

"Tannec! Don't tell them that!" The other boy urged.

"No man, they can be cool, right guys? They're the big kids after all." The earlier cockiness reemerged. "Now look, when I was little, I used to like, be in love with Master Sarrat - don't laugh! - so I followed her around every life day, and she would give me stuff to do. One year, I had to go run the sweets back and forth, and I found Master Varobalder back in the kitchens in a sugar coma! He said it was like, his life day tradition or something, 'cause getting hopped up on sugar was the only way he could deal with that kind of duty. I mean, it was wiser and all, but that was the gist."

As if remembering his friends, Tannec gave the gesture for them to knock it off. One by one they followed his lead down the side of the building. A huddle of prepubescents stared at the pair as their ring leader sheepishly put a hand on his head.

"So, we're cool now, right?"

 

[Jem Fossk]

Ishida Ashina

Jem didn't let her guard down as they walked, Ishida's empty hands doing little to appease her attempts to zip up her jacket over her front. The form-fitting leather did not stretch, leaving the bulky sweater uncovered for all to see.

And she thought sith were masochists.

"Where were you last Life Day?"

"Denon," she answered, distracted by the sweets she scanned with keen eyes.

The desert table was a welcome, soothing distraction. She had gotten that propensity from Dagon, even if he had grown more comfortable in crowds as the years went on. She stuffed her face and felt a little better for it, the action of it all giving her something to do. Food always had been a bonding point for them.

She scanned the halls, unable to stop the smallest hope that his tuffel of black hair would appear around a bend. Her chewing slowed to a disappointed drawl. "We'd watch lifeday movies and then scout slum lords so they didn't raid complexes while people were gone." she snorted at the memory and shoved the rest of a cookie between her lips.

"You think your brother will be here?" She deflected around the crumbs.

 

[Thelma Goth]

Thelma's more enabling approach didn't get her very far, but Silas' threats shook some sense into the kids. They descended the roof, and even gave the pair some answers.

"Thank you!" Thelma said. Bouncing up and down with excitement, she grabbed Silas, kissed him, took his hand and ran off toward the kitchens, a chorus of youngling boos and exclamations of disgust trailing after them. But they knew where Saint Varobalder was, and seemingly nothing could stop them now...

except my bad luck Silas Westgard Spirit of Faith​

 

[Mercy]

"Come now, don't sound so surprising. I was trying to get a rise outta 'er."

Mercy smirked.

Oh, a rise she got and then some. She was reasonably sure that if she had stuck around? Ishida Ashina might have reacted with violence. Something neither the shoving nor the verbal attacks coaxed out. It was funny that way. Some people were really uptight. Just a little kiss... and their entire world just froze up.

A little shrug once Paisea responded in the negative.

"Ya didn't miss out anyway. Like I said. Wooden." She tapped Maijan on her temple, gentle and soft for once. Which only served to confirm her suspicions. Oh, yes, Mercy knew her strength very well.

"This snow is nice, o'course, but... it don't hit the way it could." She shifted in her seat, stretching, before ordering herself another drink. "What if I could give ya something better, hm?"

They hadn't been conspiring for very long, but- it had taken even less for her to hook that meat-eater up back on Denon.

"What ifff... mmm, you could feel the Force again? Briefly anyway."

Maijan Paisea

 

[Verin]

Cordé Sabo

A chuckle there.

"Dunno about present." Verin drawled lightly as she let Sabo take a closer look at the tat. "I be quite a handful, C." But it seemed like the young woman was just fine with that.

"This was an operation with an SIA cell on Nar Shaddaa. I was embedded to serve as muscle, because their trigger man got himself killed in an unaffiliated bar fight." Which was stupid, but sometimes 'Shaddaa rolled like that. Look at someone the wrong way. Look at the wrong someone that way and have the shiv just placed the right way?

Dead and bleeding out in the gutter.

"Anyway, the op' was a mess an' I had to pull out two of their deep cover agents out of the fire. Got my own ass in the fire sadly." Which should have been the end of that, except.

"The Director intervened directly." Two fingers were raised to pause that thought. "As directly as the Director ever does. While the Hutt was contemplating on ways to torture and execute me, he suddenly got a transmission on his screen. I dunno what was said, but I didn't know Hutts could sweat even more profusely than they usually do."

Verin bummed out the cigarette and began to light another one. She offered one to Sabo as well.

"Anyway, got this as a courtesy call and then was send on the first freighter out of Hutt Space."

The story served to really sober Verin up however. Which was against schedule. Those two fingers moved up in the direction of the bartender. Two drinks would have to do.

 

[Maijan Paisea]

TASK FORCE XESH

THE TRICKSTER
|| SUCH IS LIFE DAY ||
Mercy

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She raised a hand defensively, palm out, bangles tinkling together noisily as they slid down her wrist with the gesture.

"Stop, I don't want to hearrrr anymorrre."

Out of habit, or maybe it was just recency effect with the chair knockout, Maijan flinched at Mercy's initial tap. By the second tap to her temple, she was more at ease, and wearing a lopsided grin.

"You'rrrre just too big forrr the snow."

The rush from the snow was making her feel warm and woozy, but sharp and all-too-aware at the same time. A delicate balance that she teetered between from one moment to the next. Especially in current company.

It was awesome.

"What if I could give ya something better, hm?"

"That would be a Life Day Mirrrracle." Maijan purred silkily. The idea was nice at first, and she caught it like a warm vapour in a windstorm. It timed well with the snow's high.

"What ifff... mmm, you could feel the Force again? Briefly anyway."

The highs were high, but the lows were really low. And the memory that her connection had been permanently severed, and all the little nano-critters streaming through her blood stream, suppressing her ability to perceive the threads of The Current, was depressing.

"Ha." Her cynicism bled into her puff of a chortle.

She'd been too prideful, and boasted that any elixir the SIA could come up with would ahve no affect on her. The White Current, after all, was uniquely different than all other interpretations of The Force. It was a thing of divine beauty, wonder, and peace. Immersing oneself in the ripples of the current was an experience that Maijan had yet to find comprable to any street drug. Mind, body, spirit, all were enraptured and devoted to creating and using feeling to create illusions that enhanced, enriched, and deceived. The sensation was consuming, the power was fulfilling.

And she'd lost her connection to that mind-bending ability. Because the greatest illusion she'd ever conjured was her own invincibility.

How sobering and damning a realization it had been that any basic suppressant toxin worked on her.

Uncomfortable with the memory, Maijan shifted and shoved her cheek into her palm. The low was coming. She could feel creeping into her space it like a dark cloud resting heavily on her shoulders, pressing against her ears and behind her eyes.

Openly, she sulked and lifted a hand to the bartender. Her bracelets clinked together again, sliding the opposite direction this time. When she lifted a finger up to order, she noticed remnant powder. Quickly, she ran it to her nose.

It brought around another rush. Brief, like a flash, but still wonderful.

Maybe...even if it was brief...reconnecting with..

"What if I could."

The ex-pirate, ex-saboteur, ex-agent straightened in her seat and faced Mercy intently, pulling at her collar to make sure she had her full focus. A little wild-eyed, Maijan pressed her forehead to Mercy's. The gold part of her metal skin clunked against Mercy's rose-coloured brow.

"What do you have."

 

[Asmundr Varobalder]

THE WARDEN
WHERE AM I

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At the sound of footsteps, Asmundr instinctively checked his wrist for a chrono. He was only met with a fluffy white cuff and a red sleeved arm. The outfit was almost as unusual as if he'd actually be wearing a chrono.

Had the younglings found him so soon?

He shuffled, concealing himself behind a leafy potted shrub, and started rummaging through his sack to reward the victor.

"Jedi Master Asmundr."

None of the younglings would call him that. It was Saint Varobalder today, nothing else.

He poked his head above the leaves.

"They say we look alike, so I had the Director track you down for me."

He made a face as though he understood, but it took him half a heartbeat to understand who The Director was. Given the context of the broad shouldered silhouette in the doorway, it had to be none other than the contentious M. Which meant, this must be the Supreme Commander. A man he'd hoped to meet, a man who's future he'd seen influencing the golden trajectory of the Starbird many a time.

But not like this.

He didn't want to meet him like this.

"I don't see it."

"Ah, well, you know what else they say." Asmundr chuckled and shuffled his way out of his predicament, leaving the sack of goodies and sweets unrummaged. "It's all in the eye of the beholder."

He felt himself nod out of respect.

"Supreme Commander Wyse," when he lifted to face the face that matched his own, he was smiling "—did you follow the rhymes and riddles to find me or.."

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CURRENTLY | Thaddeus Wyse

ONE DAY, IF YOU GUYS ROLL BETTER | Thelma Goth | Silas Westgard

 

[Minerva Fhirdiad]

Such is Life Day

OUTER RIM | UNDISCLOSED OUTPOST


Mylo Thorne | Teshi Ocano | Osarla Ridor | Open​

At the end of Tesha's tale the Mandalorian spat some of the drink she was just having to the side. Lowering her head for a few moments she laughed. Looking up Minerva remarked. "I imagine the idiot was in so much trouble after that heh." Smirking, she then turned to Ridor, listening to her story next which then caused her to somber a bit.

Well that's different. The would-be assassin must've had a twisted sense of humor.

Keeping that opinion to herself Minerva instead took another gulp. Placing the glass down she paused for a moment when Mylo and her were asked to share their own worst holiday experiences. The first day of life without her adopted father definitely counted, but the warrior didn't have the heart to share right now.

Instead she closed her eyes briefly then opened them and looked at her new drinking buddies with semi-smirk.

"Well for us Mandalorians victory is a holiday in itself. There was one time when me and my old squad just finished a mission. We stopped by Mos Espa spaceport and went to the nearest drinking hole to celebrate."

She cringed for a moment before adding.

"The owner was as lazy as a Hutt high on spice, leaving one server droid to work while he tried to flirt with the cantina dancer who quit on the spot. The drinks were terrible, tasting like Bantha piss and the meal wasn't much to boast about either and the less said about it the better."

Subsequently Minerva chuckled to herself and couldn't stop for several seconds.

"Oh well things livened up when a Gamorran came on the stage to sing a mating song in his language. It involved a lot of squealing. Stars preserve us. That was the worst thing I heard in my life but the way he passionately sang was so entertaining to us that we actually cheered him on, if not for talent but for heart. Well some swoop punks came in and booed, insulting and throwing stuff at Mister Piggy."

Osarla, Mylo and Tesha would notice a smile on Minerva’s face as she then said.

"Offended and obviously drunk, Mister Piggy roared then stripped himself naked and charged the punks, taking them off guard at first. But he was outnumbered and so we jumped in just for the fight itself. The following brawl was wild, and at one point a Jawa somehow got on my back trying to strangle me but I spun that little womp rat around before tossing him outside the entrance, screaming. Then somehow the cantina caught on fire and we all raced out and watched it burn down, and that was the best of the night for all of us. Well, except for the owner but he can eat sand for all I care after the lousy service he provided."

Chuckling some more Minerva gulped down the last of her beverage. Sighing the Mandalorian reflects on that night in both disgust and amusement.