Gimme a Circe Green Ale (open for whatever)

[Lina Ovmar]

Mia drew in a deep breath of the cool night air as they left the building. She stopped after a few steps, blaster still clutched in her hand as Daemos spoke and began preparing for a fight. "Shut up you idiot." She said with contempt "Now, so far as I can see, your a sith. And that makes you dar'manda in my books. I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to rip you apart peice by peice or use you as a chew toy for my vornskrs. By manda I would love that..." a manic glitter in her eyes was illuminated in the street lights. "But I'm not Mand'alor anymore and judging by the way Strider just saved your ass, our Mand'alor has different ideas from mine. Feth knows why. Your boy says you've supported us, you claim you've done things for us. Load of crap. Where were you when the Empire and deathwatch blew a third of this city apart? Where have you been for any of the conflict we've had with your kind? On the wrong side I'll bet."

She paused for a moment silently battling the rage inside her. "Here's what gonna happen. You're gonna go home and stay the feth out of my way. You will be dar'manda in my eyes until I see reason to believe otherwise. All sith have a personal agenda you're no different. You tell your boy in there the next time a Field Marshall pulls a gun on someone he stays the hell out of the way, because until he got off his sheb, the matter was contained between you and me." She took a step towards him holstering her blaster as she did.

"I'm not alone in hating sith, you won't find your welcome home to be warm. Hell, if [member="Ordo"] gets his hands on you you're a dead man. So keep out of our way, keep your head down and give us a good damn reason to not kill you." She swept pass him back towards the bar, pausing at the entrance she looked back at him. "And for the record, this bar is off limits to you."

She slipped back inside, grabbed [member="Strider Garon"]'s arm and pulled him to a quiet corner of the bar. "You've got five minutes to convince me not to leave."

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

He looked Tracyn up and down.

"You don't look dead to me" he simply said with a faint smirk. "A cantina on Mandalore isn't exactly the best place to talk about these kind of affairs, though. We'll talk about that later"

"Regardless.... Hows your time back been? Fun? Find a good girl yet?" he asked, half jokingly with a cheeky grin under the hood.

[member="Tracyn Ordo"]

 

[Alan]

"Nope. Just a brewing war."He glanced around the bar, gesturing to the Mandalorians."Seems like the dark side got stabbed out of me. Seems fine to me. Feels good to be...normal again."He said, tapping his hand on the table.

"You know the hood makes you look like a tool.."

[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]

 

[Strider Garon]

Strider was steered off to a private corner by the ever so beautiful [member="Mia Monroe"], unfortunately it was for the private reasons the hound would of liked. The warrior was still frothing at the bit for sith blood and Strider understood the feeling. She had spat a ultimatum towards her fellow Marshal and if it were anyone else Strider would of told her to pack her bags for he didn't answer to such childish tantrums. But Mia had been in the higher echelons of the mandalorians far longer then the old man, she was a grand warrior and she deserved to be given the time of day with a explanation.

Strider took a seat, waving for the female mando to follow suit. He looked upon her with a cold face, emotionless to his surroundings and the threats they bared " Sith, Jedi, Witch or what ever other magic wielding religion out there I care not for. If they swear loyalty to Mand'alor that is good enough for me. All tools in our war chest. They or anyone in that matter crosses the Mando'ade or Mand'alor I will personally harvest them for meat and feed them to my strills. But today, who are we to spit on others for wanting to be Mandalorian? We are a culture open to all that wish to be us. You as a field marshal and a ex Mand'alor should know this."

Strider then skulled a shot of Tihaar before continuing "Next time Mia, don't give me ultimatums. Your a big girl, you don't need me to give you reasons to stay or leave"

 

[Velok the Younger]

Now that the angst had moved elsewhere, Rave caught the edges of Tracyn Ordo's conversation with a certain hooded man. She was too far away to hear actual words, but the voice was ingrained in her head. She'd woken up in a cell, fresh from nightmares, and fought a five-headed dragon alongside a pyrokinetic with a mouth. It wasn't every day one met the Jedi Grandmaster. He'd made an impression.

She slipped a note to @[member="Nolan Detta"] and, for the sake of hedging her bets, sent the same information to [member="Rickon Ordo"] via a simple spell of mindspeech.

Hooded man
Side table
Jedi worth twenty million credits

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

Of course, what [member="Rave Merrill"] hadn't realized was that Josh had been removed from his Grandmaster role due to a... Group of hoodlums that thought couping like a Sith was the right answer, as well as the fact that Josh was not on duty as a Jedi. Actually, he was currently on hiatus from the Order, council duties via hologram aside. Travelling, doing freelance work to obliterate slavery in the galaxy, Republic world or not...

He smirked faintly at [member="Tracyn Ordo"] and nodded. "I'm glad that blasted problem is finally out of your body" he said. "Was making you a rather big pain in the ass" he joked, with a cheeky grin towards his old friend.

At the jab at his hood, he chuckled a bit. "You know full well why I wear this blasted thing everywhere, Ordo. I'm a man that doesn't want to be found. By anyone, unless I will it. Jedi, Sith... It doesn't matter. I refuse to show myself to an Order that is full of deceivers and liars... Not to mention I don't feel like being recognized by drunken Mandalorians who might want to take a shot at me. I'm only here to enjoy the ale made of the insides of that blasted plant schutta, if they offered it anywhere else, I wouldn't be here" he said, laughing.

"Force sakes, what a wonderful world we live in, where you're alive and that schutta is dead, aye?"

 

[Alan]

Tracyn look disgusted at the plant beer. He blinked several times at [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"], before leaning forward."Don't get over dramatic. And you do realize...that like, everyone, did her? Including me? Like, come on. Gross."Tracyn said, shaking his head and drinking his water, his eyes dancing over to [member="Rave Merrill"]. He hoped she didn't remember that he had a 500,000 on his head...dead. No alive part.

He turned and snapped and stared at Rave, before turning back to Josh."You get fired from one job and you become a girl with a hood. Yeesh."

 

[Aedan Miles]

Aedan Miles downed a regular ale stretching he glanced back at the hooded man and a small smirk crossed the young mans face as he gave a quick flick of his wrist and extended the force towards the glass in his hand giving it a quick tip straight into either his lap or his face. After that was done Aedan spun in his seat to look directly at him before he stood and made his way towards the door his helmet in hand as he gave a smirk and nod of his head a mocking look in his eyes. Did he know about the bounty yet no did he care not really he didn't like Dragonsflame and the man had made the mistake of talking. Aedan knew his voice and was MORE then happy to screw with him just for that. [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"].

 

[Laura Na'Varro]

[member="Rave Merrill"] [member="Nolan Detta "][member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]

Rickon felt the words reverberate through his skull and felt a wave of disgust flush through his body. Gorram jetii bastards and Force-user spooks were ruining this world. There were too many of the scum on Mandalore, and way too many in this damn bar. If Rickon had his way, all of them would be dead or worse. Especially the jetii; Ordo was a traditionalist Mando to the letter and could not stand those types. Mandos and Jedi didn't mix. He hated the woman for her liberal use of the Force on his brain, but he was a bounty hunter, and a damn good one, and 20 mil was quite the high reward. Stang. And here he was in jeans and a t-shirt, with one vibro-knife and one measly blaster pistol. Would it be worth the trouble? Probably not.

Rickon decided that he needed fetch something from his speeder, and so he went to do just that.

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

He smirked a bit. Tracyn was always straight to the point. Sadly his jokes needed to be worked on.

He DID look down at his drink though as he considered Tracyn's words. He seemed to contemplate just what he was saying for a moment... And then shrugged and chugged the rest of it. YOLO.

"Eh, it has it's perks" he said, chuckling as he ignored the girl part. "I don't have to listen to grumpy arsebags tell me what to do anymore, I don't have to deal with those certain blasted egomaniacal, self centered Jedi that think they can do only one part of the Jedi's job and still be Jedi, all while considering their way the only way. I get to travel the galaxy, either with a group of pals that I kept in touch with after the CIS deal, or with a close friend of mine who I re-connected with not too long ago. I get to do my job the right way without any politics, without arsewipes giving me grief... Actually, I'll be heading to Kashyykk next. Tallia and I discovered a big slaver problem there last time we investigated, so I'll be going back to spend a couple of weeks dedicating myself towards sabotaging the slavers that like to hide out on the planet. It's fun, yknow? Being able to do the Jedi's work without the politics. Actually making a difference in the galaxy"

Sadly for Aedan, all he would do is flip an empty glass. Which was fine, it reminded him that he was thinking of getting another... Maybe. Tracyn would probably hate him for ordering another after his warning about what it's made of. But nobody complains that McJawas food is made out of synthetic beef, right?

As for the bounty... Josh hadn't even realized the green light had been made on it. But if some chummy dodger wanted to try and collect on the two Jedi (Despite one of them not actually DOING anything to the Suns to merit the bounty. Cheeky monkeys they are), it would be of convenience to him since he had been on high alert in terms of ALL threats since leaving Coruscant. Bounty Hunters were just unlucky in this circumstance...

 

[Nyxie]

The ears of a fox missed nothing, and the senses of a vampire certainly never dulled. Overlooking being seemingly turned down of conversation by the woman with the crystalline swordbreaker, the vixen slowly rose from her seat. At first, she had wanted to pick up the lowly Mandolorian Jedi by the back of his neck in one arm and lift him high to the roof, threatening him with all sorts of corporeal pain. That was what her former self would have done. Though, her new form could do little but to accept the truth; it wasn't entirely inaccurate. Times had changed, and so too had the plant. Instead, all she could do was pace over and give [member="Tracyn Ordo"] the most cold, shallow, deathly look mortally (or immortally) possible with eyes that literally spread a corrosive aura and had a feral golden taint. He hadn't known her, but he would certainly remember her face after today.
Ashe scowled at the man with a continued soul-piercing glare and an utter look of apathy. Then it suddenly left her for a more blank expression.
"You shouldn't say things like that so openly; we're all drinking her, after all."
The mysterious white vixen handed him a pint, one she hadn't yet touched though she was likely going to have a fourth.
"Live a little. You don't know what you are missing...." her monotonic voice murmured. "Or maybe you do...."
Ashe winked, still expressionless as she always was.

 

[Alan]

Tracyn had fought the Emperor. Both of them. He had beaten Krag into a pulp, he had smashed in the face of Kaine Zambrano. He had helped killed Velok. He was there when Hion the Herglic fell to the dark side. He had fought on Metalorn, when Matsu Ike demonstrated one of the most powerful force displays he'd ever seen. He'd scoured the outer rim, taking out entire syndicates and rogue criminal organizations before the Hutt cartel reasserted itself. He tapped his hands on the table, glancing to his friend, and then up to the rude fox-lady. She just looked funny, and she didn't exactly scare him with the thousand yard stare, especially from someone he didn't know, like [member="Ashe the Reaper"].

"I plowed that ugly green space vixen. I know what I'm missing. And I'm glad I am. Thanks."He half-jokingly, put a hand over his mouth, and whispered loud enough for [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] to hear, and to understand what he was saying. The fox-woman could also understand.

"There are some real weirdos here on Mandalore today."

 

[Aedan Miles]

Aedan miles narrowed his eyes angrily before he smirked and looked directly at him before he reached out with the force and gave the table a quick push towards [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]. He was bored why not piss off a Jedi and see if he wanted to play tag. After all while he was a force user he worked with the Mandalorians they were likely to forgive him for the most part maybe a little trouble but hey nothing to bad would come from it. He smirked and stood by the door his eyes gleaming with a challenge towards Dragonsflame.

 

[Laura Na'Varro]

Rickon went to the back of his speeder, keyed open the boot, and started digging through his accumulated possessions in the back seat. It was risky to leave everything in the back of a speeder, but then again ... he was Rickon fething Ordo. Legendary bounty hunter, former syndicate head ... he'd taken in a Fondorian Black Sun Vigo with two cake knives and a salt and pepper shaker before. If anyone took his stuff, he'd find them and kill them for sure. That was the way the galaxy worked. Anyhow, the big Mando started pulling gear out of the back seat. He left his beskar in the speeder, if only for the story, taking only three grenades and a second blaster pistol with him. If he played this right, that would be all he needed. Putting on a jacket, he pocketed the grenades and secreted the second blaster pistol, before heading back in the door.

Brushing unassumingly and apologetically past @Aeden Miles and taking a seat by the door, he ordered another pint of Circe Green and watched events unfold out of the corner of his eyes. He was only a bystander after all, unless things really got out of hand.

[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] [member="Tracyn Ordo"]

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

Josh watched as [member="Ashe the Reaper"] gave her words and glare to Tracyn... And the first thing he did was burst out laughing. He clapped his hands, laughing hard. He liked this girl. Unintimidating or not, she seemed like a hoot. He looked at the pint in Tracyn's hand and grinned at Tracyn's statement.

He nodded at it, then looked back at the rude fox lady, [member="Ashe the Reaper"]. "Miss, if you're going to glare at Tracyn, at LEAST come have a pint with us" he said, with a grin visible under the hood as he ordered another.

Josh wasn't here to start fights. If a good time was to be had... Why not? He was just happy to have a little vacation, if you could count it that way... He didn't consider the Mandalorians here enemies or anything. He wasn't a man of violence or war, he probably wouldn't even be participating in the likely skirmishes to come. He had friends in the Mandalorians as well, he held no ill will toward them besides the terrorism on Coruscant, after all. The hood was, more or less, to not be recognized or found by anyone... Jedi, Sith, Mandalorian, Templar, CIS, Fringe, Suns... He was a man that just wanted to be left alone while he did his work.

This writer doesn't feel like detailing what Josh has seen and done... Too lazy.

 

[Nyxie]

"Well that makes two of us." Ashe blankly jested. Her hand patted [member="Tracyn Ordo"]'s shoulder twice before she walked away to find something else to occupy her time with. "There always are."
Ashe finally turned to [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] in response.
"Not drunk enough. Another time, perhaps...."
As she passed by the bar, Ashe ordered her fourth pint of the ale which she was all too familiar with. She was surprised that it was such a success, but double that everyone in the room wasn't in more heat than a jackrabbit on the surface of the twin suns of Sol Umbra. The alcohol was good and the company crummy, just the way she'd liked it. Behind her, the action seemed to just be getting started. She'd simply sit on the sidelines, drink and watch with little else to do.

 

[Alan]

[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] invited fox-lady, but apparently she didn't want to. Weird looking chick. He blinked and then shrugged, and turned to the woman."I can give you a list of all the people she's banged, but trust me, it's a longer one than just you and me...dude?"He turned back to Josh for confirmation."Yeah, anyway, now that it's gone.."He turned back to face Josh. He glanced around, before noticing that [member="Rickon Ordo"] had just come back in. He left, and now had a jacket. Eyes flickered over to Josh, then back to Rickon, and then back to Josh. A tell-tale way for Josh to know to be aware of the threats.

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

He shrugged at her refusal. "Offers always there" he said. "Happy to have a pint anytime, it's not like the stuffs new to either of you, since you've both drank her" he half jested with a grin.

Then Tracyn motioned toward a man with signs that he knew all too well... He'd missioned with Tracyn enough to know exactly what he meant.

It was quite obvious that despite hiding his appearance and force presence, he was still recognized. So be it.

He gave a sigh and flipped the hood from his head, shaking his blonde hair straight before looking at Tracyn and shrugging.

"I might have gotten a haircut since you died" he half jested with a goofy grin. "Alei loves it for some reason when it's shorter, will never make sense of that"

 

[Not Ordo]

'This is going to be interesting.' It thought as it walked from his ship to the bar.

Shimmra walked through the door and looked at the ugly human things. He hated them, all of them. He was glad his mask hid his face and filtered out the smell of their bodies. The huge Yuzhan Vong was probably not going ti be well recieved amongst so many enemies but he really wasn't the kind to care.

He scratched an itch among his tightly woven black dreadlock-like hair before he walked toward the bar. [member="Ashe the Reaper"] [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Mia Monroe"] [member="Rave Merrill"]

 

[Aedan Miles]

Aedan narrowed his eyes and then looked at [member="Rickon Ordo"] and blinked before he realized that he still was tempted to do something that may get him in trouble. With a shrug he walked towards [member="Tracyn Ordo"] and [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] calmly pulling a chair up he dropped into it calmly a regular ale in his hands as he looked over the two men and smirked as he took a drink from his glass. "Gentleman how are you both today?" He sat there his weapons clearly displayed and a helmet set before him on the table his armor crimson symbolizing the Red Legion.