Gimme a Circe Green Ale (open for whatever)

[Alan]

[member="Mia Monroe"] [member="Lord Daemos"] [member="Han'zel"]


There was an eerie presence, drawing into the door of the bar. The presence at the entrance to the establishment had the same aura of a ghost, but carried with him the aura of a living, breathing man. The figure stepped inside, and the steel gaze fell upon the various individuals. The man with the blonde hair gently placed his helmet on the bar, and quietly ordered a water. The gaze turned to the confrontation between Mia Monroe, and Lord Daemos. Tracyn tapped his crushgaunt adorned fingers on the bar and moved his eyes around the bar. A smile turned as he recognized the lower facial features of another individual, and turned back to the brewing fight with a sort of passive sense of responsibility. He then saw, someone interrupt Mia doing her thing. Taking his water, he frowned and walked towards the man pointing his blaster at the woman.

He couldn't hide the knife from Tracyn, and Tracyn walked behind him. He blinked in a passive way, sipping his water.

"You might wanna sit down."

 

[Matreya]

Han felt the presence of the weapons through the Force, but didnt even flinch, instead he moved. Sliding quickly backwards, the man stopped when he was next to his opponent. Moving quickly to aim the powerful pistol at his face, he moved the knife as well, seeking to place its tip against the flesh that held his kidneys beneath.

"That man is the father of my clan and people. You expect me not to defend him? As a Mandalorian, I protect my family." Han said, more like growled, through his teeth, "He did nothing, yet she attacks him. He has been among us for to long, to suddenly now say he cant be here. Hell hes been a part of the recent dominions, yet she says he isnt mando!"

[member="Aedan Miles"]

 

[Alan]

[member="Han'zel"]


Tracyn sipped at his water again, watching him threaten Aedan. That was the last straw for the man. Tracyn gently put down the water, and politely spoke again.

"You have three seconds to put down your weapons and leave. Both of you. You are not a very good Mandalorian if you're helping out this man, that's for sure. Now. Knifey away-e and blaster-holstered, please."

 

[Matreya]

In a move swift enough to become a blur, Han sheathed his knife and drew the second of the duo blasters he wielded, "We did nothing. I have been drinking and flirting, Damien just arrived. We have been among the Mandalorians for to long to be treated like this. Mia has been absent for a time, and when she shows suddenly she can just threaten to kill to Allit'Buir of a Mandalorian Clan just for being!? Now its two against one, simply because I wish to protect my closest ally!? What would you do in this situation!?" Han roared.

[member="Tracyn Ordo"] [member="Aedan Miles"]

 

[Aedan Miles]

Aedan Miles swiftly reacts his left hand snapping down to slap his blaster into the man's wrist the weak point when knife fighting while he reached out with the force and grappled it with the blaster moving it away from his head swiftly. This man may have the use of the force but Aedan had been using it longer and was more then adept at moving things with it. As he narrowed his eyes he glanced at a familiar voice and grinned lightly. @Traycn Ordo "Hey Traycn good time to show up." As he talked Aedan calmly drifted back just out of knife range his weapons not holstered and now both trained on [member="Han'zel"].

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

"Put it down"

The man finally spoke, in a loud, firm voice towards [member="Han'zel"] and [member="Aedan Miles"].

"Let Mia and the Sith settle it themselves. If the both of you don't sheathe your weapons, Mr. Ordo will not be the only one you will have to deal with"

He had recognized Tracyn, though didn't make himself known to him... He figured Tracyn would probably have recognized him despite the hood and disguised force presence anyway. He had met the "revived" Tracyn not too long ago, so it wasn't a pure shock now to see him alive...

Things were getting out of hand. Even if this was Mandalorian territory, he did not care to see blood spilled.

[member="Tracyn Ordo"]

 

[Alan]

[member="Han'zel"] [member="Aedan Miles"]

Tracyn picked his water back up, and took a sip. He stared at the man, for a little while, and turned to Aedan, shrugging his shoulders."I'd tuck my tail between my legs and go get a bigger gun. And not piss off some of the deadliest people in the galaxy right now. See the girl who you pointed a gun to? Ex-Mandalore. General badass. There's a few Super Commandos here and there, there's a Jedi somewhere in the room, there's a man who's more Mandalorian than both of you are, right next to you..."He tapped his chin and glanced around.

"And a few other characters. Who don't want two punks shooting up their bar. So again, you have two seconds."

 

[Strider Garon]

"You two are fine!" Strider finally piped in as he stepped out from his booth, no weapons drawn. "Stand down the lot of ya." I mean yes, it was stupid to be wearing full sith battle armor in keldabe, it was surprising that he wasn't shanked the moment he was sighted. On the flip side he was Mando'ad and this was not the time to be divided. "If there are personal issues that need to be satisfied rather then just force practitioner bigotry, then take it outside."

 

[Lina Ovmar]

Mia rolled her eyes and looked around the bar, there were a lot of weapons out, too many for her liking, and one too close to the leader of the legionnaires. "Keep your pants on." Mia said shaprly to [member="Han'zel"] "I haven't attacked him. Do you see any wounds on him? No. I have a gun pointed at his head yes, but I haven't pulled the trigger, so how about you sit your pretty sheb down, like Tracyn asked you too and Lord Daemos and I will take a walk and leave you people to enjoy your drinks in peace."

She redirected the blasters end at the ceiling as Strider came in. "Deal?" she offered to [member="Lord Daemos"].

 

[Countess Calum Teramo]

[member="Strider Garon"]
[member="Mia Monroe"][member="Aedan Miles"]
Could help herself but either she had seen this was use this which she wasn't or she had balls of steele that if she had any. Then again all her was indoor plumbing. Finding herself watching the event unfold, to the fact that things was heating up making her able to learn a lot. One Mando drop in the rest fold for back up, making this note to herself. If you ask me kill, him all his kind are NO GOOD. if was first time she felt a little emotion before putting herself in cheek. Smiling upon the fact that there might be one less force user around to cause trouble. It wasn't like he ever done anything to her, if was a fact of nature what had happen to her family in the past being all by wipe out by force users, good or bad they was both Bad in her book or so been raised to think that.

Rose mind getting me another drink please,
Yes, m'lady.
Resting her hand upon the table folding back up after taking a few more sips. Seeing how Lily was glue to some of the guys as if she hadn't seen weapons like those before.

 

[Matreya]

(Seriously, thank you [member="Strider Garon"]. I saw this gettin bad instantly and even felt i needed to bring in a karkin alt. Theres what, 5 people against two?)

Han waited two seconds as he stared back at the man. Nephilim feared none, none they admitted to anyways. Han'zel was no different, this man thought he was dealing with a simple defenseless newcomer. Even had he not taken the Mandoa training he had, his genetics alone put him far higher then they gave credit to.

They had done nothing, and now had been each threatened (seriously immature guys) by multiple different men.

[member="Tracyn Ordo"] [member="Aedan Miles"]

 

[Nyxie]

Ashelotte sighed. There was a heavy outstanding irony to everything about the place; the ale made secretly from her wife, the fellow alchemist who had nearly killed that same wife, the Sith who may or may not have actually resembled a Sith, and herself. Mandolorians weren't too keen after all, it appeared. Sitting back and taking down the last of her third stein of Spouse Green Ale, Ashe looked over again at the now settled knife, then to its owner, [member="Rave Merrill"]
"I would know that metal anywhere. You're one of my daughter's clients. I hope you are enjoying her craft, she has been working quite hard to hone it." she casually but monotonically uttered.
Ashe had a similar such blade, an Iaiken, but she would never in her right mind bring a full-fledged Sith Sword into Mandolorian space. It was a good day to be a neutral passer-by.

 

[Nolan Detta]

Nolan felt the room tensing up from the unnecessary conflicts arising so in a brilliant moment, Nolan stood on a table and yelled at the top if his lungs.

"Everybody sit down and shut up!!...Now, if any of you have qualms with another patron of this bar, then please by all means. Get out!! This is not a place I will tolerate discrepancies. You are all here to drink, relax and make friends and memories. If that's too hard for you to comprehend...the door is over there and you are welcome to it. My brother and I didn't create this brewery and this fantastic new beverage for you all to start some BS with others. I don't give two flying craps about your issues. Take them somewhere else, when you walk through the door to OUR establishment you leave all your crap at the door. And a new policy I am putting into effect as of now, NO WEAPONS INSIDE THE BAR. Leave them at home, or in a locker that we will now be providing after today. For those of you who disagree with me and my rules. Take your stupid faces and shove 'em up your own arses and get out. Leave your drinks, pay your tab and get out. For those of you who wish to enjoy your time here with me and drink some refreshing brews, stay, have a round on me and let's get back on our merry way to a great evening. Thank you."


Nolan hopped of the table, and walked back to where [member="Spencer Jacobs"] was seated and made to continue their conversation.

Han'zel Lord Daemos [member="Mia"] Manroe [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Ashe the Reaper"] [member="Rave Merrill"] [member="Countess Calum Teramo"] [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] [member="Kable Detta"] [member="Rickon Ordo"]

 

[Alan]

(Don't be like that in OOC dude. IC actions, IC consquences.)

[member="Han'zel"] [member="Lord Daemos"]


"Don't go into a fire and expect not to be burned, kid. Now...the door. Oh, and one."Tracyn said, a crushgaunted finger pointing to the door. For the space between a second, Tracyn turned and smirked at [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"], before turning back to the man who was...causing a scene.

 

[Aedan Miles]

Aedan looked at Dragonsflame and let out a soft snort as he shock his head then he heard his real bosses voice and his weapons went up towards the ceiling as he backed down holstering the two pistols calmly he looks at Dragonsflame narrowing his eyes. He laughed loudly as he pulled his helmet off revealing gleaming violet eyes and a fierce smirk before he looked at [member="Strider Garon"] and saluted lightly before he went to get a drink. One thing was blanantly obvious from his reaction he didn't care what the ex-grandmaster said while in Mandalorian territory he was simply doing his job as Mandalorian soldier. [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]. He turned to [member="Tracyn Ordo"] and gestured towards the bar. "Can I buy you a drink Tracyn?"

 

[Matreya]

Daemos stepped aside and gestured towards the door, affirming that he deemed it acceptable. He knew whom she was, but she knew not of himself. Damien was, and still retains the highest position among, Voractios' apprentices. One of the mightiest Sith Lords to exist, the training he had to endure, broken shattered memories left in the wake of the hungry behemoth.

Once upon a time, Damien was evil incarnate, he would simply have shot anyone of the men there on sight if necessary. But during the relentless hours of training, he had simply become someone new. His master never took anything vital, but he certainly nibbled among it all as he used Torture by Chagrin on his own student. Then to further the training, was his own capabilities as Anzati tripled by that of the Czar Enhancements he had implanted into himself - what seemed so long ago now.

When the woman passed, the behemoth of a man followed suit. Not to close, but never that far. Out of respect, not fear. She thought all Sith were purely evil, but now Damien 'Northstar' Daemon showed her otherwise. Once outside he reached to grip the Kusarigama which was attached to his left hip.

"My apologies if its odd, but I use unconventional weaponry. Before we begin, I simply ask, whether we win or lose that it is clean and respectful." Damien said as he lowered down in stance. Of course the woman would not believe him, but if she judged by sensory observation all she would see is sincerity.

Loosely gripping the chain, he began to spin it and the massive bearing at a reversed 45 degree angle the brought it over his head and downward towards the ground. In his other hand he gripped the Kama, where the chains other end attached, its energy beginning to hum like that of a lightsaber. If she thought him non mandalorian, the crafting of his own Beskar'gam and weaponry, should prove something.

[member="Mia Monroe"]

 

[Alan]

[member="Aedan Miles"]

"I don't drink."Tracyn replied bluntly, turning his head to the violet-eyed young man. His eyes glanced over to the hooded figure in the room, and picked up his water. He gently patted Aedan on the shoulder, and went to sit down with [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]."I suppose you have some questions."

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

Josh relaxed back into his seat as the conflict ended, and returned to sipping his drink as if it never happened.

Then [member="Tracyn Ordo"] sat beside him, and he smiled faintly under his hood.

"Why would I? I figure you're here for the same reason as me, which is to drink the ale made of the ground up parts of that sith-spawn" he jested. His seriousness had been replaced with amusement. He almost sounded happier then he had sounded in his life...

 

[Alan]

Tracyn smiled and took a small sip of his water, moving his eyes over his friend."Not even how I got the way I did?"He said quietly, leaning back in the booth, crossing his armored legs, smiling at [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"].

 

[Matreya]

(Have you even read what happened? Cause Han and Daemos did nothing but defend themselves. Mia attacked Damien verbally and got the NPC mando heify so Han defended his clan leader.)

"Kark yourself. I am Mandalorian, you are not why should I leave and let you bear the honors of staying?" Han asked. The man thought he could punk Han, but it wouldnt happen. Regardless, he did as ordered and holstered both his blasters and walked away, a finger of certain meaning being held on broad display above his shoulder as he departed.

Moving back to the position he previously held at the bar, he watched Daemos leave and nodded. He would be quite the opponent for Mia, even if she didn't expect it.