Gimme a Circe Green Ale (open for whatever)

[Josh Dragovalor]

The man's eye was caught by the ruckus, and the result... Though gladly took another round of Circe Green Ale for the trouble when offered before relaxing back in his spot in the far-corner table. It was, surprisingly, quite refreshing. He didn't think ale could taste this good.

Of course, neither should something that came from a schutta-plant. But it seems this galaxy was full of surprises.

 

[Allyson Locke]

Spencer watched as the creator of the green ale took control of the situation at hand. Sipping the drink she noticed Rave and the others, such an interesting group to be gathered here. Though she was here as well which was slightly out of her character. Spencer deciding to forgo the idea of detoxifying herself, she allowed the ale to slowly take its affect on her. The weird tingly warm feeling made her cheeks blush slightly and once the man returned she set the ale down and looked at him while she drew down her hood. The other's had not recognized her, which gave her a bit of peace and quiet, though she figured she wasn't that recognizable without her partner in crime.

Her gaze falling on [member="Nolan Detta "] she smiled and took once again - another sip. "You can, Spencer doesn't make me sound old or anything. Easily mistaken for a boy, but my mother must have had a sense of humor. I applaud your creativity Mr. Detta, this Ale is a hit - you'll be a hit once it's spread through the galaxy. Might have to take some home with me if that's possible."

 

[Nyxie]

The bar was turning into quite the hostility trap. It wasn't because of the drunkards or the jocks but the simple accumulation of people who had either wronged her or her partner in the past. Ashe never forgot a face when it came to family. She had survived that little stint of lightning and managed to even walk away, but her Vonduun was savagely burnt away. The painful experience of removing the symbiotic shell from her tissue was quite the painful one, even more so the procedure of adding a new shell back in. Had it been any other day and any other occasion, the bar would have been as good as glassed and scorched, but Ashe was no longer of such a relentless state of mind. For as long as she and hers were left alone, everything else mattered naught. It wasn't as though [member="Spencer Jacobs"] would have recognized her new Force aura, and she still remained unaware of what [member="Rave Merrill"] had done. All was forgiven, hardly forgotten.
Swigging another cold brew of her wife's essence down, Ashe ordered a third with the tap of her clawed index finger. It would take quite a few in her system before she would become tipsy. What was an intoxicated husk even like, she wondered?

 

[Laura Na'Varro]

Sir, I appreciate your enthusiasm, but please refrain from damaging this bars property. Now I'm only going to ask you once, if I have to come over here again, I'll be forced to removed you from this fine establishment. Now that being said...Who wants another round of Circe Green Ale!?!?!

Rickon turned to face the owner of the voice, grinning cockily. Clearly the young vod was mistaking him for someone who was easily cowed. In Rickon's mind, the younger Mando was dealing with this the wrong way. Ordo was a prideful creature, and didn't take well to being ... well, not threatened, but warned. It awoke an aspect of his character that was a little bit ugly.

"You talk real pretty, sweetheart." Still rocking a cocky smile, the experienced soldier drew himself up to his full height, which was about the same as Detta's. "Tell you what, if I do it again you can come over and try to remove me ... though if you managed it, I might have to hang up the beskar and let my little lad do the soldiering."

This would be interesting.

[member="Nolan Detta "]

 

[Ilias Nytrau]

"Nor would I," she replied, to [member="Rave Merrill"]'s comment about 'colour scheme'. "Seems a touch too hypocritical for my liking."

Her eyes flicked sharply over to the man, [member="Rickon Ordo"], who was causing what might be the start of an utterly blown-out ruckus. Contemplation retook her face, but not for the same reasons as before - she couldn't quite decide whether to judge the man for his behaviour, or to wish for popcorn. Shaking her head lightly, she went to grab the attention of the bartender, but that handsome-looking noisemaker was going all in, and making a ruckus right in the face of [member="Nolan Detta"]. Oh well, the ale would have to wait.

Well, she thought, popcorn or judgement, popcorn or judgement... I suppose it really depends, now doesn't it?

 

[Nolan Detta]

Nolan smiled at Spencer, Of course you may take some with you. The more publicity we get the better.

Then the loudmouth spoke up again. He turned to the man again.
I see that you are one for disturbing the peace, and to that I respond with this...Nolan outstretched a gauntlet to the man. Deep emerald eyes gazed into the fella before him. A small grin crossed his lips as he began to chuckle at the man and his daring personality. Nolan wasn't intimidated by the pretty boy in front of him. Instead of fighting, he waved over for a waitress and grabbed a pint of Circe Green and offered it to the man. He was in no mood to deal with someone who disrespects others. Nolan was happy he was in a public place if he had to discipline this vod.

[member="Rickon Ordo"] [member="Selinica Miriya Cailis"] [member="Spencer Jacobs"]

 

[Neskar A'toll]

@Nolan Detta

Neskar turned his head around and saw a man of the similar calibre to himself. "I'm fine, ner'vod. You?" Neskar put on a healthy grin, and sipped more of the green ale he had brought. It was quite good, in-fact, surprising. You'd think a plant wouldn't make a good beverage, but you learn something new everyday, he assumed. The bar was filling up a decent capacity, and perhaps a few friendships might be struck. Who knew? The night could mean anything.

 

[Kable Detta]

Kable walked in to the bar. His bar. Kable and Nolan Detta had just opened up Detta Brewing and Distillery and had launched their new drink, Circe Green. Based on the crowd that filled the bar, it was a hit.
Kable squeezed through the door, both his hands were full of supplies. He had gone out earlier for a re-supply.

The mass of people made it difficult to maneuver, but Kable didn't mind. He was just happy that Circe Green was a success. He walked up to his brother "I got the stuff. What did I miss?"


@Nolan Detta

 

[Lina Ovmar]

Mia slid into the bar, a rush of noise hitting her, helmet hooked to her belt and tired from another session with her initates she was gasping for a drink. "Marshall Monroe, the usual?" shouted the barkeeper, she raised smiled and nodded eyes scanning the inhabitants, widening slightly at the sight of [member="Rave Merrill"]. "Well I'll be damned." she muttered making her way over. She paused few steps away her eyes settling on [member="Lord Daemos"].

Clad in full sith battle armour, yet no one had made a move against him.

She moved forward, drawing her blaster as she did she slid close and pressed it against the back of the mans head. "Dar'jetii." she spat the word, the effect on Mandalorian's around her was almost instant, a tension rippled through them and there was a shuffle as people began to reach for their weapons. "You are either very stupid or arrogant, though I imagine its a combination of the two. It normally is." She glanced towards Rave. "Good to see you, Rave." The greeting was casual, there was even a small smile on her face.

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

The man, although you couldn't see it under the hood, raised an eyebrow as [member="Mia Monroe"] came in and went right at the Sith... He watched with curiosity as people began to reach for their weapons...

He supposed it was good, then, that his force presence was hidden... The Sith would likely have detected him immediately, as would have [member="Spencer Jacobs"] when she had came in.

He sipped his Circe Green again, still very satisfied with the flavor as he watched the carnage unfold.

 

[Aedan Miles]

Aedan Miles strode in calmly wearing his iron skin under the armor of the Red Legion noting the mandalorians reaching for their weapons his own hand drifted towards the lightsaber slung over his shoulder. His saberstaff the most trusted weapon he had found its way into his hand and before him as he strode up his violet eyes gleaming darkly as he noted the Sith and started to actively search for any other force presence. His eyes sweeping over the room carefully he knew the mandalorians SHOULD leave him be sense he was the general of their foreign legion for the most part. He strode forward until he stood just behind [member="Mia Monroe"]. He glanced around and then muttered lightly "Field Marshal whats the plan I can't tell if he is alone yet or not."

 

[Matreya]

Daemos cocked his head slightly as he stared at Mia, "I am Damien, Aliit'Buir of Clan Daemon. I have been Mandoa for nigh two thousand years. Despite the darkside raging inside of me, I am Mandalorian and would give my life to protect our Vods.

"I would expect an ex-Mandalore to know this. Even if we fell from sight for sometime." Damien said, once again saddened that many decades of recent time have been left with his clan hidden and broken. But he had returned, and with his return another of the Daemon clan had stepped into the ranks of the soldiers of Mandalore. Once again his family was becoming something more.

"However, that being said, I would like to buy you a drink," at this time he paused and gestured to the nearby bartender, whom placed a bottle of corellian spirits on the counter top, "- if that cannot be maintained, than we can handle this in any fashion deemed acceptable." Damien said, never not ready for battle. The woman seemed to think he was clad in his Sith armors, of course she had never seen it had she. No, the armor he bore was his favored Beskar'gam, crafted in a unique fashion to represent the evil he had portrayed during his days before learning to control the Force. This was the armor he wore to show himself to his fellow mandalorian.

[member="Mia monroe"]

 

[Countess Calum Teramo]

Giving herself a nod to her two hand maids, they been talking no stop about this Green circe Ale. Not that she like the taste of Ale she was a wine lady herself. Given that these where now their on friendly terms. All had to play the dance of the political one had to some time get cozy with those that one didn't care for. For some reason this day found herself giving into Rose and Lily going to this drinking place. Not really her cup of tea, the place or people but this wasn't nornal time for her she was here after all as goodwill for the House of Tamero.

Coming into the place with a flowing silk royal blue gown with her front of her bust low cut, being able to see that she had a women shape under all laying of clothing. Her hair that seem the gown making her fire hair pop with her green eyes. Coming into the place only to find herself out of her element. Looking at both of her hand maid. Please try why your actions, your representing House of Tamero, Lady but you do desire to have a little bit of fun.

Finding herself to a seat waiting to order the ale only to see that there might be something worth while to watch. Folding her hand before her waiting to see what would take place. Only to see that her two maids had gotten the ale from the bar making their way towards her. @Nolan Detta

Spoiler

 

[Gabriel Audemars]

Gabriel, at this point had just emerged from the restrooms, in his 'gam minus the buy'ce which was slung under his arm, and didn't get to see this Sith at the bar. He also hadn't seen the new drink that the Detta brothers were offering up here, it was a pretty special moment, the unveiling of a new drink, and he wanted to be one of the first to give it a go. It was called the Circe Green, funny that as it sounded like someone's name, who Gabriel didn't know but it still had a pretty eerie ring to it, morbid even.
As he exited the bathroom he yelled "Ey! I would!" at [member="Rickon Ordo"], Pointing his thumb to himself.

But what he did see was [member="Mia Monroe"]'s blaster at someone's head. Seems as if the Field Marshall had already found somebody she didn't like here. "I'm gone for only 4 minutes and there's already blasters out? Karkin' hell." He hollered with a grin, chuckling to himself. He made his way back to the bar, assessing the situation on the way. Was there gonna be a death here? He hoped this place had the proper cleaning products for blood, guts and gristle. He quickly placed his buy'ce on his head, just in case.

 

[Lina Ovmar]

"Nayc," she spoke softly "Gar dar'manda." She didn't care how old the sithspawn said he was, or what he claimed to be. You were not a sith and a mandalorian in this day and age. The moment you stepped across that dark line, you were no longer a mandalorian. They had suffered too much, lost too many men to allow a sith within their own ranks. Oh, how Mia longed to just pull the trigger and be done with it.

"There are three ways this can end. One, you drowning in a pool of your own blood, two, you get off the planet and out of mandalorian space with a headstart, if you're smart we won't find you in Mandalorian space again, or three, you spend the rest of your life in a dark cell in the heart of Myrkr wishing you'd taken the first two options. Which is it, dar'jetii?"

She didn't respond to Aedan, she trusted he could use his initiative and keep up with Mia's on the spot plan making.

[member="Lord Daemos"]

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

Ah, now this was getting interesting. The man placed his elbows on the table and laid his chin on his palms as he watched the carnage with peaked interest. It seems the Sith were not welcome here. Common sense considering the destruction and strife they had caused the Mandalorians... Even recently. Their last Mandalore had tried to sell out to the Sith... Something that would lead to his undoing, and likely something that the current Mandalorians did not forget.

He sipped his drink with keen amusement.

[member="Mia Monroe"] [member="Lord Daemos"]

 

[Matreya]

Sitting next to the bar for some time, talking to one of the waitresses in hopes of luck. In his hand he clutched a drink, a gift from the woman he sought. Despite the interest he held in the current moment, nearby sounds caught his attention.

Instantly, the moment aggression was shown to his Aliit'Buir, Han let his hands launch into motion. Firstly, a Shaddow Dagger that rested against his spine was unsheathed, and held in a reverse grip to hide the possession. With his left hand, he grabbed the butt of the DL-12 Blaster Pistol that sat in the holster on the right side of his rib cage.

In one fluid motion the clasp holding in place was released, the gun was drawn and leveled at the nearest Mando's back. His training as a Force adept had barely begun, but he knew full well that with the gifts offered to him by his genetics kept him at the peak of capabilities.

If his friend was attacked, there would be blood.

 

[Aedan Miles]

Aedan Miles draws one of his pistols and leveled it at [member="Han'zel"]'s head his lightsaber in his left hand as he put it back onto his back. He looked directly at the man with a gun to the back of a Mandalorian and shock his head. "Bad idea put it down." Once his lightsaber was back in its place he drew his other pistol and lifted it up ready to point it at the next person to make a move that wasn't a Mandalorian. He was calm and collected he had no reason to be otherwise. As he looked at the man he smirked and focused on the man's weapon ready to use the force at a moments notice. "I got this one Mia." [member="Mia Monroe"]

 

[Matreya]

"Truly? Because of who I am, what I do for these people is ignored?" Damien asked, this was not going as he sought. But if it was a battle she wanted, which was clear as it was number one, he would not go down defenseless, "Is this the form of image you wish to convey to your people? To the planets under your protection? 'If your not exactly what we want, we'll kill you.'?" As he finished his words he rubbed his temple, he had been aiding these people for a time now and this was the payment.

And they wondered why the Sith would never truly die.

[member="Mia Monroe"]

 

[Gabriel Audemars]

Gabriel suddenly got serious, this was no messing around right now. The man had a clutch on his Brotherguard revolver, ready to lay out swift head-exploding justice to anyone else deciding to act funny here. He knew Sith weren't welcome here and he hated them as much as any other Mandalorian in his bar. He didn't want to associate with Sith, and even less on this planet.

No words were needed, but he hoped that revealing a 22cm Heavy Blaster Pistol would swiftly keep any other wiseguys from acting up in here. This was supposed to be a friendly meeting, he was still surprised at how it turned out like this. He had better get his ale after all of this blew over.