Gimme a Circe Green Ale (open for whatever)

[Not Ordo]

Shimmra stood sniffed [member="Spencer Jacobs"] and covered his face. He didn't like humans and pretty female ones were the worst. He turned and headed for the door. He didn't understand some of the basic but he knew they were not happy.

-exit stage left-

 

[Ilias Nytrau]

Selinica shrugged, knocked back the remainder of her whisky, and pushed herself up from her stool at the bar, and followed suit of others, leaving the bar behind. She'd yet to try the ale, but given the words of [member="Kable Detta"], there would be plenty opportunity.

She paused in the door, looking back with a small, perhaps bemused smile, then turned and left for certain with a wave over her shoulder, wondering if tomorrow would bring more of the same, or something completely different.

OOC: Exit

 

[Laura Na'Varro]

Rickon knew when to get the heck out of there. Claiming a twenty mil bounty was one thing, but terrorists? Nope.

Nice place though. Ordo hoped it wouldn't get blown up.

OOC: Exit

 

[Nyxie]

Looking to her left and her right, Ashe could clearly see the premises vacating rather quickly. Without the need for any other obvious queues, the vampiric fox slowly rose up to a stand and patted her hips down, bending back to stretch her spine out. A rather generous credit chip was left behind on the counter as well as a half-empty stein full of blue-burning alcohol; her signature trait. Without a second guess, she casually made her way for the door and left.
Once outside, Ashe summoned her Languor via AstroMech and slid back the terentatek duster that apparently had cut off her Dark Armor's presence... or something, as no one had noticed at all. With a fel hop into the cockpit, she was off.

[ - exit - ]​

 

[Nolan Detta]

Nolan moved into a position that put [member="Rickon Ordo"] towards the door and the rest of the bar. Nolan held his scattershot in one hand and drew his Rhyno and pointed it at the newcomer with the thermal.

I suggest you get out of my bar di'kutla, thermal or not, you are not receiving any of my brew. You have chosen the wrong bar to try and force your way into you Lord of the Fungus.

[member="Dak Canton"] [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Kable Detta"] [member="Spencer Jacobs"]

 

[Allyson Locke]

After all that was said and done, Spencer had just sat there drinking the Circe Green. Finishing her pint glass she left a few credits as a tip and yawned slightly. So much excitement in one day. Rubbing her right eye she waved towards [member="Nolan Detta "] . "Thanks for the Ale was a good one." With that she stretched her hands over her head and headed towards the door of the bar.

 

[Aedan Miles]

Aedan glanced over at the man with a grenade and dropped a cred chit on the table grabbing a pint of circe green ale he walked over and looked at the man's helmet covered head and held up the beer. "You know me now here is your beer switch of the grenade. Detta that is for the damages to the bar sorry." When one of the Detta brothers picked it up they would find it was worth 40,000 credits hopefully that would cover most if not all of the damages. Aedan pulled his helmet back on as he started towards the door calmly. [member="Dak Canton"] [member="Nolan Detta "][member="Kable Detta"]

 

[Marcus Tritum]

I grabbed the beer. Finally. I deactivated the thermal and reattached it to my belt.

"Thanks," I grunted.

Some Mando was pointing a scattergun at me. I don't think he got the memo about phrik armor. Slugs could barely penetrate the old plastoid stormtrooper armor. Wasn't too worried 'bout this.

I took off my helmet and walked over to the bar. My helmet thunked against the bartop as I deposited. I was really karkin' tired. I ran a hand through my regulation-cut and sat down on the bar stool. I looked around. Everyone'd left.
Just me and the mandos.

Me n' the Mandos. I sighed and raised my glass to the mandos.

Then I drank my Circe Green Ale.

[member="Kable Detta"] [member="Aedan Miles"]

 

[Nolan Detta]

Nolan did not lower neither his Kath Hound nor his Charging Rhyno. The man blatinly ignored the brothers orders. Nolan didn't care about who he was, what armor he was wearing, a head shot was a head shot so Nolan took it with both weapons Energy Scattershot and .454 caliber reached out at the terrorists' face and head. Nolan had been standing near the bar when he was herding the patrons out.

[member="Dak Canton"]

 

[Strider Garon]

"Its over [member="Nolan Detta "]" Strider growled "Don't test me"

 

[Aedan Miles]

Aedan miles turned and reached out with the force as he saw [member="Nolan Detta "]go to fire jerking his weapons up as he pulled the triggers his weapons impacting with the ceiling instead of anywhere near the [member="Dak Canton"]s head. Aedan sighed as he leaned against the edge of the wall and shock his head muttering to himself while he watched them closely.

 

[Marcus Tritum]

I jumped in my seat as the sound of two simultaneous gunshots went off in alarming proximity.

"HOLY S-"

I jammed the helmet back onto my head and practically vaulted off the barstool. Circe Green Ale totally forgotten.

I glanced from the shotgun, to the holes in the ceiling, and to [member="Aedan Miles"]' outstretched hand. Ok. Time to bug out. Easy steps carried me toward Aedan, I nodded to him as we both attempted to leave the bar.

"What'd you say your name was stranger?"

 

[Aedan Miles]

Aedan chuckled as he held the door open for [member="Dak Canton"] he held his hand out as they walked outside. "The name is Aedan Miles you and I had a bit of fun while working with Fringe but I moved on." He looked at the man and chuckled lightly as he stretched backward a bit before he pulled off his helmet to reveal his purple hair and violet eyes.

 

[Nyxie]

Tuhros of the Narranic Clan Xyhn, newer ally of the Mandalorians, was a recent addition to the capital world and the brotherhood. When news quickly came of a hot, new controversial ale, that of a barfight soon followed suite. Doing his/her civic duty as an act of good faith, s/he flew - literally flew - to the little establishment and investigated the situation further. When s/he entered, s/he was met with disgruntled patrons and proprietors. Gunshots rung out. A quick draconic bellow surreal of such a small-framed girl or any human for that matter quickly solved the problem, his/her form quickly shifting into that of an icy demon.
"Enough! All of you acting like such petty adiik. Usen'ye; behave or be dragged off to a cell."
It would be petty to argue with a demon, and classless to hit a little girl. Hopefully the violence would end there and then. If not... provincial Mandolore would finally get its own dragons. Collateral damage was unacceptable public behavior. Even the Sith Knight had better taste than that.

 

[Marcus Tritum]

"Well, thanks for the save Miles," I grunted. "Too bad you aren't playing for our team anymore."

Might have to kill him someday.

@Aedan Miies

 

[Nolan Detta]

Nolan put his weapons away and sat at the bar, angry that the first showing of Circe Green turned into a Mandalorian Stand-off.

He slammed an entire pitcher of the ale and then got up. snatched the credit ship that [member="Aedan Miles"] had left, and went to each table collecting credits. He was upset that he had not been able to speak further with the beautiful blonde [member="Spencer Jacobs"]. He was hoping to see if he could sway her.

I'll be fine. No need for anything to be done. Once I'm done here, I'll be going home. Walking [member="Kable Detta"] so don't worry about me dying in a crash like some Sith.

[member="Xyhn-Tuhros"] [member="Strider Garon"]

 

[Briika Munin]

Having just gotten off shift at the Oyu'baat, Briika Tor decided there was still time to drop by the grand opening of the Detta brothers pub with the kick off of their new brew of Circe Green ale. What greeted her azure eyes when the golden blonde walked in was a shocker… Well okay maybe not a total shocker as it was a Mando'ade bar, but definitely she hadn't expected this much damage and mess on the first night.

As Bree walked in further, the barmaid righted a couple of overturned chairs and grabbed several mugs off the tables bringing them over to the bar's counter with well-practiced form. "Well… Seems you must have had good sales from all the empties, hmm?" she said, flashing a disarming smile to @[member="Nolan Detta"], then to her boyfriend, [member="Kable Detta"], who didn't look too happy at the moment.

 

[Lina Ovmar]

Stider invited her to sit. She sat, but she was tense, coiled like the vornskrs she was training ready to break something if the answer wasn't to her liking. Maybe Strider saw that, maybe that's why he put a table between the two of them. He was right, she knew he was right. When a person became a mandalorian their slate was wiped clean. But what if a sith like Daxton Bane or Mikhail Shorn came looking for a clean slate? Where did you draw the line? Could you draw the line?

She was so lost in her own head she didn't even notice Strider get up to deal with another outbreak or bad behaviour. She didn't know why he bothered, most people that came to this end of the universe expected fights to break out in a Mando bar. She leant forward, elbows resting on the tabletop, and closed her eyes, her fingers gently massaging her temples. She tried to imagine what would happen if Daxton Bane showed up, and in all sincerity begged for a new life, she imagined Gilamar granting it. The thought was so vile, she wretched. No one noticed in the midst of the chaos.

She rose unsteadily to her feet, wishing she had gone straight home, that she had remained ignorant, but it was a foolish dream. Feet carried her to the bar and she slid onto a stool, still oblivious of the world around her. Someone put a drink in front of her and she stared at it, not seeing anything. Her people needed her, now more than ever. On the cusp of war, they needed everything she could give them, so she would give it to them. But the moment this war was over, she would begin what she had set out to do when she had been Mand'alor the Liberator. She would free the galaxy of the sith, one by one.

 

[Nolan Detta]

Nolan stood infuriated as [member="Briika Tor"] entered and diffused his mood with a simple smile. He holstered his weapons and walked past her out the front door into the night. Still frustrated, but much better than before. He walked in the midnight through the city back towards his domicile. He punched a wall as he walked and left a dent in it from how hard he punched it.

He stopped and looked up at the stars in the sky, feeling overwhelmed again, like he did when he lost his family in the invasion...

 

[Briika Munin]

As the golden haired barmaid continued to bus the tables, putting empty and half-drank mugs and pints of the Circe Green onto a serving tray, Briika thought about Nolan walking off pissed into the night. There was concern for the dirty blonde Detta brother. [member="Nolan Detta "]was so moody nowadays, and more troubled than usual. She couldn't help think that maybe her relationship with [member="Kable Detta"] might have something to do with it. After all, the two vode were very close to each other, then boom… here comes a girl to upset the apple cart. And, Bree couldn't live with herself if she was the cause of strife between them.

Briika walked the full tray back over to the counter, then placed a hand on Kable's arm. "Maybe you should go see to your brother. I can finish cleaning up here and close the bar for you... I'm worried about him. You know how reckless Nolan can be."