Public Night out like a Mando

[Isabeau]

OOC note: Only post that will be this fancy is the OP

Location: Old Lhosan Drink & Dine, Wayland
Open status: To Members of the Network and friendly/neutral Mandalorians
Intention: Mandalorian bar fight, casual​

The night was no longer young but that didn't mean much to the patrons of the most popular bar in the area. Tempers had been running hot for some time now - frustrations had been lingering and a fair number of them had just returned from a scuffle. What better way to let go and look on ahead than to blow some steam and have a few drinks?

Having been seated towards the very edge of the bar - just by the wall - for a few hours, Isabeau hadn't paid much attention to any of the other patrons. She had done her part for the day and was perfectly content just drinking away and at the same time guaranteeing herself a good night's sleep. With her helmet resting on the bar in front of her, the Mandalorian turned sideways, raising her hand to get another drink. Looking even more to the side, she couldn't help but to notice how many people who were there now, most of them armoured - her people. Many of the tables were full, either occupied by one or a few groups of friends. Still, there were also quite a few loners there, just like herself.

With the music gradually increasing in volume and the conversations turning into single words being shouted across tables followed by roaring laughter, Isabeau started to wonder if it wasn't a mistake to order that last drink. Maybe it was really time to head back home. It was either that or really getting involved which was worth considering. Her head snapped back as the Rattataki bartender arrived with her drink "Thanks" she said, giving the man a nod. It was decided - she would be staying for longer.

Leaning back to take a big swig from the drink, the girl then proceeded to pick up her glass with the right hand and put the helmet under her left arm, set on heading towards the middle of the bar where she saw an empty seat and another loner. As soon as Isabeau lost the support of the chair, her right arm flew out to the side to keep balance. Maybe the alcohol had gotten to her but then, she didn't spill, so clearly it wasn't quite as bad as it could have been. Not feeling deterred, she then started walking again, albeit more carefully than usual.

Shuklaar Kyrdol | Zephyr Australis | Open

 

[Shuklaar Kyrdol]

They'd been on Wayland longer than they'd intended. Shuklaar had hoped to have gotten going the same day. Of course, true to form, this whole thing had taken longer than it should have. Unfortunately, he'd lost Varan and Nyles as well. Well, not quite. Varan's riduur had threatened to kill him if he didn't get back up to the Darasuum Morut, and Nyles had gone to make sure his XO didn't murder his senior security officer. Of course, that left Shuklaar planetside, stuck doing his least favorite thing; waiting. So he'd figured he might as well sample the local offerings while he waited.

He, Varan and Nyles had drank a bit at the gathering. They'd eaten plenty, however, so Shuklaar didn't really see a problem in trying out the local Netra'gal. It certainly didn't entirely surprise him to find that not only was the local brew palatable, but that he was actually considering buying some in bulk to take with them. Even then, he was sure that it would only really be enough for the command staff on the Darasuum Morut.

As he reached for the pitcher to pour himself some more, he glanced around habitually. It was the usual bunch, Mandos between jobs, post jobs, all coming to blow off steam. There was also palpable levels of stress in the air. Shuklaar reminded himself that this was Clan Australis's world, and that not was the first invasion of Mandalore fresh on their minds, but the second attempt that endeavored to get as many people as possible off the planet. Then there was that mess before the Sith got involved. It had to be taking its toll, and if he was understanding things right, it was.

Part of him felt like an outsider. Things were very different in the Breshig system. The Mandalorians there had an outlook on the Mandalorian way of life that more aligned with the ancient SuperCommando codex, written by that fellow whose name he really couldn't quite remember right now. The Mandalorians here were definitely different, and then there were those others that he'd seen at the Mand'alor's gathering. He couldn't help but chuckle to himself at this point. To many aruetiise, they were one people, but truly that wasn't the case. He wondered if it ever had been.

Deciding to stop thinking and continue drinking, Shuklaar lifted the stein to his lips and take a healthy sip of the black ale in it. That was when he first caught sight of the young Mandalorian making her way toward him. Maybe she could see how much he looked out of place, or maybe she picked him out of the other older looking Mandalorians and decided to see if he had a story, or better yet, work. It was far from uncommon for Mandalorians to look for work at a bar, especially one frequented by other Mandalorians.

She looked somewhat unsteady on her feet to Shuklaar, and for a moment he wondered if he should help her, but she quickly regained her composure and so Shuklaar stayed just where he was. Instead, he decided to give her an acknowledging nod. Whatever was about to happen, he was more than sure that his up until now relatively quiet evening had come to an end. Isabeau

 

[Adenn Kyramud]

Adenn hadn't been to a bar in a long time, at least not a true bar. He'd drunk often in recent times, in celebration and remembrance, in happiness and sorrow, quite often with his vode and sadly, more often drinking to those same vode. Now though, now his clan had regained its numbers somewhat, with them being angry, but more than willing to fight. That was good, though sometimes Adenn needed to get away, leave his worries as an Alor and Warmaster/Battlemaster behind, and simply let himself be a Mandalorian. This was a time when Adenn decided to spend a night out, simply to spend time with unknown vode, but vode that he would nonetheless fight with.

Making his way calmly into the Old Lhosan Drink & Dine area, Adenn simply made his way to the bar, deftly avoiding other Mandos. Pulling out a handful of credit chips, Adenn placed them on the bar and ordered himself one small tihaar and a medium netra'gal. Nodding his thanks, Adenn removed his helmet and downed the tihaar in one swig, slamming the glass down, empty. Grinning grimly, Adenn grabbed the netra'gal and turned to face the crowd in the bar area. His eyes were distant, but still they sharply observed other Mandos in the area. Taking a sip of his drink, Adenn leaned back against the bar, idly holding the netra'gal in his hand before him, while the other leaned on the counter.

Letting his gaze sweep over his fellow vode, Adenn nodded and grinned to those he knew, while others simply received a glance before his gaze moved on. For now, Adenn was still too preoccupied with responsibility, but that would change once he'd had a few more drinks. Then he'd be able to loosen up more, maybe join in some of the fun, particularly some of those games people were playing.

Isabeau | Shuklaar Kyrdol

 

[Radon Krayt]

"I am just saying, you cannot!"The Mandalorian slammed his fist on the table, causing three out of five cups to spill their precious liquid. "You cannot drink with your helmet on, and not expect to look stupid!" he exclaimed. "But what about this?" the man opposite of him exclaimed, bringing a glass with a straw to his helmet. He wasn't sober either, and his clumsy attempt to take a casual sip of his drink caused the others who sat at the table to erupt in contagious laughter. Among them, Rhion Krijt, who's face just couldn't get rid of a broad grin.

The five Mandalorians had deserved their joyous night after their long and luckily fruitful endeavor. Although he sure as hell was going to steer clear of Bith and blue milk for a while. He still didn't understand how this job had caused trouble for five Mandalorians, and his 6th glass of Bantha Blaster wasn't helping him either.

After their outburst of roaring laughter ended, Rhion would glance through the bar, taking in the flustered and red-cheeked faces of his people. Veterans, rookies, many had gathered here tonight. He still felt a little out of place among them, but eventually that feeling would fade away... right? "Man, Is it always this crowded here" one of his new acquaintances wondered out loud, causing Rhion's gaze to shift through the bar once more. "Must be some sort of event happening tonight" he commented, as his eyes fell upon the young woman who stumbled through the bar.

Rhion wasn't the only one who noticed her walking by. "Ohhh, would you look at that!" the Mandalorian with yellow patterns on his armor leaned back in his chair, bringing his fingers to his lips to whistle at her. It caused two of his table-companions to laugh at his bold move, but Rhion and the fifth Mandalorian were less amused. "Really Gryff? Why is it that we can't leave you alone for more than two seconds?" he exlaimed with an exasperated tone. Even in his merry state, the Mandalorian clad in white could tell that this was not the time or place for provocations. There were many people itching for a fight in this place, and he wasn't here to get ganged up on.
​

Isabeau Shuklaar Kyrdol Adenn Kyramud ​

 

[Talon Aegis]

The bar seemed to have life, a stretch from what he usually does. Looking around he walked to a seat seeing many Mandos around. He grinned at thie situation, and propped his feet on his table in the corner of the room. He spotted a few he knew but, most he didn't. He ordered a drink, while waiting he considered going around talking, but shrugged it off. Probably if something happens he would.

His drink came, it would probably change the night and make him actually talk to others, but then again, he was just waiting for something to happen. Drinking quietly he looked around a grin on his face, and it slowly grew with each drink, and he just felt the cheeriness of the room quietly sitting, continuing the drink.

Adenn Kyramud Shuklaar Kyrdol Isabeau Radon Krayt

 

[Revora Musana]

"Come on, you win this time I'll give everything back and then some." Revora said as she hovered over a considerable pile of credits and drinks as the three frosted glasses stared at her Mandalorian compatriot glistening and beckoning for another try. He was sure to guess correct this time. The spotchka though did havok on his judgement and his ability to understand that he was being swindled. "uhhh Fin' you won' get me thisss time."

No words came from Revora as she slipped the small nut underneath the glass taking care to make sure he saw which glass, meanwhile her head bob to the sound of a song playing in the headphones of her helmet soon creating a flurry of moving glasses that the inebriated Mandalorian tried to keep up with. He was even leaning forward and swaying with the movement of the glasses it was adorably obvious which he thought was the real one. Revora couldn't help but chuckle, he would have lost even if she didn't used her sleight of hand to stealthily deposit the nut on the floor. The glass came to a stop arranged in a neat row as the Mandalorian poked and prodded trying to decide before picking the middle glass.

A small gloved hand hovered over the base of the glass as she built up some anticipation for the reveal. Finally a delicate finger grip would lift the glass showing it was empty. Her drunk friend cursing under his breath. Revora looked upon the man then lifted the other two glasses revealing that there was indeed no nut to be found. The Mandalorian would start slugging slurred cusses at her direction. As he fumbled to unsheathe his beskad Revy would begin to push over the credits back to his side of the table.

"Relax buddy I was gonna give it back to you regardless." She coolly said as a beskad was accidentally hurled a few feet and stuck to the floor. Revy just shrugging her shoulders at the sight. "You try to teach a Mando to be smarter..." She whispered to herself before getting up. Now was probably a good time to lodge herself with some new company, looking around she felt spoilt for choice as several Mandos where cheering and sharing stories.

Walking over to the bar she ordered a Corellian Caf before walking back. She passed by a wobbling girl with rosy cheeks and stutter to her step, and not paying much mind to it as she walked by until a man catcalled her. She turned over to the whistling buffoon and then back at the woman and a bit of mischief came upon her. Glass in hand she walked over to the table and clasped a hand on Gryff's shoulder and leaned in close to his ear. "You just gonna sit here and let her walk on by. Come on, I think you really got a chance here, why don't you go say hi."

If his judgement was poor enough to really try something then she would go ahead and lift him up from his chair and then give him a soft push towards the woman, and then take his seat so Revy could watch the chaos unfold. This was going to be a fun night.

Isabeau Shuklaar Kyrdol Radon Krayt Adenn Kyramud Talon Richwood

 

[Zephyr Krayt]

The weathered Mandalorian sat alone at the bar, unperturbed by the others around him as he leaned forward towards the bartender to order another drink over the commotion that was beginning to ensue. The room smelled like booze and sweat and the noise within seemed to grow louder with every passing minute but it was like a second home to Zephyr as many of his lonely days travelling had ended up in bars such as this. Upon receiving his drink, he took a swig and grimaced; it wasn't pleasant but it did the job.

A sudden movement to his side caught his eye and he quickly focused on a woman who appeared to have issues balancing so he rose from the barstool and approached her. "Are you okay?" He asked, despite not being totally with it either, though not as affected as the woman before him. He didn't pay attention to her answer though as his gaze rose to meet a man, who Zephyr had seen around on occasion, in yellow patterned armour who approached the pair and leaned against the bar, his attention focused on Isabeau.

"Hey babe, can I buy you a drink?" He asked the Mandalorian woman but Zephyr quickly intercepted. "She doesn't want a drink from you." He retorted, prompting the other man to shift his gaze up to the man. He didn't know her even slightly enough to know what she wanted but if she had any self-respect then she would heed his words. "And who are you?" He asked with a puzzled look on his face. "Doesn't it occur to you that if she didn't approach you then maybe she doesn't want to talk to you?" He asked in return.

The man threw his head back into a hearty laugh as he turned to look at a group of Mandalorians behind him and using his thumb to point in the direction of the pair at the bar. "Get a load of this, boys!" He exclaimed before turning his attention back to the bar. "She can speak for herself." He told Zephyr with a suddenly serious tone. "I'm well aware of that but I imagine she has enough sense and self-respect to decline your offer anyway." Zephyr replied, to which the man looked bemused. "What did you just say?" He asked. "You heard me." Zephyr replied, unwavering.

Revora Musana Radon Krayt Isabeau Shuklaar Kyrdol Adenn Kyramud Talon Richwood

 

[Isabeau]

It truly was a rather busy night with people in all constellations being gathered. Isabeau was still taking her first few - unstable - steps towards the man ( Shuklaar Kyrdol ) by the other side of the bar. He seemed to have a relatively calm and pleasant time. The young Mandalorian didn't really think that she stood any risk of ruining his time off. While she was a tiny bit more affected than she would have liked, Isabeau was rather far from doing anything too crazy. Besides, he looked like the kind of person who might have a good story or two up his sleeves or perhaps even the odd job to offer. At any rate, he was her best bet at making something out of the night and off she went.

By the time she was passing by a rather respectable looking Mandalorian ( Adenn Kyramud ), Isabeau heard a sharp whistling sound. Her pace slowed a little as she looked around - surely, it wasn't at her, right? Finally, she spotted the most likely culprit, another of her people with eyes fixed on her and with a Cathar (Revora Musana ) whispering something by his ear. Shaking her head at the situation, Isabeau continued making her way towards the destination, albeit a little wobbly. Another Mandalorian (Zephyr Australis ), neither he a familiar face, rose from his seat to check on if she was okay. Steadying herself, planting both feet firmly on the ground and looking up right at him, she gave him a slight nod "Yeah" her reply was short and curt - Isabeau didn't know this man but finally decided that she had no reason to be rude and added a quick "Thanks" with the same tone.

Just as she was about to get away from it all, the guy who catcalled her caught up, asking if he could buy her a drink. Before Isabeau even got the chance to respond, the guy she just met replied for her. With her eyes quickly hopping from one jerk to another, she leaned her head to the side "That's true" she said slowly whilst trying to figure out what was actually going on. But the conversation between the other two went on until the one finally said something sensible. "She can speak for herself" Wasn't that a neat idea? Apparently not and - if she had any self respect - she would apparently do as the increasingly annoying one said anyways. Isabeau had a good idea of where this was all heading and knew that she would probably spill her drink if it actually got to that point. Whether it was for preparatory purposes or not, she quickly finished off her drink.

The situation kept escalating until the catcaller eventually sent his right fist straight into the knight of self-respect's face. Feeling like they were both equally deserving of a little something to keep the alcohol from going to their heads, Isabeau threw a punch right back at the catcaller who stumbled back a step or two, bumping into a couple of other patrons and accidentally spilling their drinks in the process. Hoping that the altercation would be over, Isabeau turned to keep walking towards her spot, making sure to step extra hard on the knight of self-respect's foot while passing by. Maybe she was being petty, but the guy truly did deserve it.

Radon Krayt Talon Richwood

 

[Kragr Krayt]

Kragr had been minding his own business along with an older Mandalorian he knew from way back, standing by lifted table from the ground for those that wanted to stand in the bar. All had been rather peaceful drinking, Kragr was not near enough drunk to really let loose and he had just stumbled upon his old friend. "You don't say! You finally found that shab?" Asked Kragr loudly, to get through the ever so loud music in the bar. "Yeah! I had to follow him through eight whole systems. Thought I lost the trail, but finally managed to capture the shab bastard!" replied the gray-haired Mandalorian, as he rested his hand on his helmet, which was placed on the round table.

Kragr bottomed the last Tihaar in his drink, starting to feel the strong effect ever so slightly buzzing. Looking at his empty glass, he looked at his friend, "I'm going to go get another one. It was great seeing you again Cleav" said the fiery red-haired man, which had a large bushy full beard to match his hair. However, that drink would have to wait, as an idiot stumbled into Cleav, after getting punched by someone( Isabeau ) Kragr didn't see. But that didn't really matter. What mattered was that his friend's drink got spilled and this fool was at fault.

Grabbing Gryff by the top of the chest piece, he looked at the idiot with annoyance, "wrong move, pal" and popped him straight in the face with his fist, breaking Gryff's nose which sent him back a few paces, before he slammed to the floor on his back. Everything was spinning most likely for the poor guy on the floor. Meanwhile, Kragr just walked past him, heading for the bar, as he ordered another Tihaar to enjoy, not really given the Mandalorian any mind, he just punched.

When Gryff, finally got up, feeling his nose, stared bloody murder at Kragr, "I'm going to kick your ass! You broke my kriffing nose!" Yelled Gryff in pain, which made Kragr turn around and face the man he just decked. With an outstretched motion with his arms, challenging Gryff, Kragr stood open, "Well, are you going to bark all night, or is there actually bite behind ya bitching?" challenged the fiery red-haired Mandalorian.

Gryff then in a fit of rage charged Kragr at the bar, charging into Kragr's stomach with his full force, in an attempt to knock the breath out of Kragr. Luckily for Kragr, his armour protected him, only feeling the force when he got slammed by Gryff's shoulder. With both hands clutched closely together, Kragr slams them down in Gryff's back, which was followed by a knee in his stomach getting Gryff to stagger back, only to have another punch from Kragr.

Gryff weaved to the side and landed a well-planted hook to Kragr's head, sending him a few feets to the side. A wide toothy grin formed on Kragr's face, prompting Gryff to follow up the attack, "is that the best you can do?!" Taunted the craze-eyed red-haired man.

 

[Shuklaar Kyrdol]

Catcalling? Really? It's almost like the ade these days had forgotten what Mando'ade women were capable of. If he was naive, he'd blame the years of unrest, civil war and now the Sith Empire's invasion, but he knew that if anything really it should have enforced the point that Mandalorians raised their sons strong, but their daughters stronger. Kriffing around with a Mando woman was a great way to get a keldabe kiss, and that was something he'd found out himself as a foolish young ad'ika. Of course, he hadn't done something as monumentally di'kutla as they had, but you had learn one way or another. Shuklaar chuckled to himself as he saw that both of them got a solid smack to the face, draining his mug of netra'gal.

His chuckle turned into a sigh as he saw what happened later with the catcalling di'kute. When the mando'ade with the big bushy red bear swung and impacted with the di'kute's face, Shuklaar had a bad feeling that there was going to be a lot more fighting before the evening was done. He glanced behind and at Isabeau to see if she was still moving in his direction, and to see if the di'kute had any friends who were going to do something entirely stupid that they were going to regret. Glancing down at the control panel on his gauntlet, Shuklaar disabled the majority of his armor's weapon systems for the time being, just to make sure that he didn't end up killing someone for being too stupid.

He debated sending a message to Nyles on the Darasuum Morut to send a gunship down to pick him up, somewhat regretting not telling the crew of the gunship that dropped him off on Wayland to stay. Nonetheless, he did nothing of the sort, and beyond making him question certain people's upbringing/mental faculties, there was no real reason he should let a little noise ruin his evening. He took a breath to steady his thoughts. This was par for the course really for any bar with a reasonable number of Mandalorians in it, and he wasn't sure why it was getting to him so much. Deciding he'd much rather pour himself more netra'gal than deal with the sea of emotions in him after having to leave Breshig behind, he did just that. Putting the pitcher back down, he took a hearty sip from the mug and waited.

Revora Musana Radon Krayt Isabeau Adenn Kyramud Talon Richwood Kragr Krayt

 

[Adenn Kyramud]

Adenn stayed leaning against the bar, quietly drinking his netra'gal. So far it was quiet, not that Adenn was complaining, he needed the quiet, not more chaos. Listening to the casual murmur of people speaking, Adenn turned his head to observe the people speaking the loudest, who were coincidentally also the ones catcalling another female Mando. Snorting in derision, Adenn waited patiently for the pain that was sure to follow. After all, train your sons to be strong, but your daughters to be stronger. He guessed that these ones would learn that saying the hard way.

However, instead someone else intervened on the woman's behalf, surprising Adenn and the others watching. Leaning forward, Adenn watched the situation unfold with greater interest, continuing to drink as he did so. Suddenly a flurry of punches were thrown, one from the woman herself. Laughing at the situation, Adenn shook his head at their foolishness, electing to stay by his drink. That was until a pair from the fight came barreling into the bar right by Adenn, forcing him to move from his comfortable position. More punches were thrown and in the process Adenn's glass was knocked out of his hand.

The glass smashed to the ground just as Kragr and Gryff faced off once more. Growling at the destroyed glass and lost money, Adenn turned to face the pair of brawlers and loudly tisked them. Keeping his helmet under his arm, Adenn addressed them both, voice dangerously low.
"Capaani mirshmure'cya, vod?(Are you looking for a smack in the face, buddy?) Cause breaking another man's drink is how you get a smack in the face." Flicking his eyes between the pair, Adenn narrowed his eyes. "Now then vod, why don't you take it outside, and pay for my drink while you're leaving."

Revora Musana | Radon Krayt | Isabeau | Talon Richwood | Kragr Krayt | Shuklaar Kyrdol

 

[Zephyr Krayt]

The situation escalated, as was expected, but before there was a chance to react, Zephyr was knocked backwards by a fist to the face and threw a hand against the bar to steady himself. He brought a hand to his nose and looked down at it to reveal blood and then he looked up to see the woman punch the cat-caller in the face and postponed the attack he had been about to launch into.

When the woman came back towards him, he felt her stand on his foot and instinctively shoved her off of him and accidentally into Adenn who had been approaching the pair who were fighting beside them. Zephyr glared at Isabeau before his gaze shifted to Adenn to gauge his reaction as he was unsure who the other Mandalorian would blame for Isabeau falling into him.

It occurred to him why she reacted the way she did as he hadn't exactly made the best first impression, though he had all the best intentions. He had wanted to shove her off of his foot in what he felt was a justified response but did not intend to complicate the matter by potentially involving someone else but with any luck he would not have to be the one to deal with the consequences.

Isabeau Adenn Kyramud Kragr Krayt Shuklaar Kyrdol Talon Richwood Radon Krayt

 

[Isabeau]

Isabeau still wanted to get to the peaceful Mandalorian, Shuklaar Kyrdol seated by the bar but it did not take a genius to recognise that it would probably not happen. It sounded like the fight was escalating in the bar - now without her help, but in large parts thanks to another, Kragr Krayt . It was really not that unexpected, seeing as it was mostly filled with Mandalorians - quite a few of them itching for a fight. Perhaps they had gone on without a battle circle for too long, or perhaps they just saw it as a good way to blow some steam and relax a little. Her eyes were set on the peaceful Mandalorian as she stomped down on the self-respecting one's foot.

Maybe taking a few extra defensive precautions were warranted when extracting vengeance against someone with the size advantage that he, Zephyr Kumaara , had. At least, that seemed to be the case she felt the powerful shove he produced, flinging her towards the Alor Adenn Kyramud who had just rose from his seat to share his thoughts on bar fights with the other combatants. Flung by a powerful force, Isabeau collided with the tall Mandalorian, risking the creation of a chain reaction as he could quite possibly also stumble back at someone lest prepared for the impact. Freezing for a few moments, looking at him with big round eyes and two palms pointed at him, she let out a "Sorry, sorry. So sorry" whilst slowly backing away.

While the Alor might still have been upset, Isabeau was too. Before giving him a chance to either accept or decline her apologies, she turned around and approached the knight of self-respect at a quick pace. Still affected by alcohol, the young Mandalorian sent out to sluggish jabs against his head. But even if he defended against those, she kept moving closer until she could send a knee up into his abdominal area before finally slipping a leg in between the two of his, using the leverage to push hard, hoping to topple him which would consequently have him fall down to the floor. If successful, she would triumphantly take his drink from the bar table and have a victorious swig from it.

 

[Radon Krayt]

This was a bar. A Mandalorian bar. Fights happened here, whether one liked it or not. And Gryph had gotten himself in quite a fight. Like the Mandalorian clad in white had predicted, it wasn't looking too good for Gryph. All that a good vod like himself could do, was support his friend from the sidelines.​

"50 creds on the red giant!" at first, it seemed like none had heard his bet. But he knew his people better than that. When Gryff landed a hook, another Mandalorian in the bar raised his voice. "70 on the drunk!" The second bet was followed by laughter, and a third bet. A fourth, a fifth... and so on. It was a clever move from the white Mandalorian, one that deescalated the situation, instead turning it in a tournament of sorts. It made him realize that once again, his people were brought together by fighting.​

With Mandalorians now cheering for both sides, his job was complete. All that needed to be dealt with now, was the fighting couple. Gryph's whistle had attracted their attention before, so whistling seemed like a good way to grab their attention. Man, he was on a roll today. Putting out fires left and right, and that while being a couple of drinks in. What a day.​

With a short and sharp whistle followed by a gesture, Rhion attempted to call the pretty redhead ( Isabeau ) and the young Mandalorian clad in purple (Zephyr Kumaara) over. Most of his friends had left the table to cheer on Gryph near the bar, leaving plenty of empty seats at his table.​

If they would actually decide to stop their fight and move to his table, Rhion would order something strong for both of them. A little trick he had learned in the stormtrooper corps, was that problems caused by alcohol could usually be solved with more alcohol. So that would be his approach.​

Once they, and any other interested individuals, sat down Rhion would would speak up. "Alright vode, what's this about. We're trying to keep the fighting over there." he gestured at where Kragr Krayt was surely winning him his 50 creds. "If you want to punch each other so badly, please wait until they are done and try to get some credits out of it."​

Spoiler: OOC:

Feel free to join at the table as well if you guys want, Shuklaar Kyrdol Adenn Kyramud

Revora Musana

 

[Kragr Krayt]

Kragr had always been one for a good brawl, though he seem to be the only truly fighter here who liked to feel the blood pumping with a good fistfight. Nevermind all the rest of the Mandalorians around him, his focus was on this Gryff guy. That was when a voice was heard behind Kragr, prompting the large man to glance first over his shoulder, seeing another Mandalorian. Adenn's question piqued Kragr's attention, so he looked back at Gryff, "Don't go anywhere" before turning to face Adenn.

While Adenn might be a few inches taller than Kragr, but that didn't bother the red-haired man at all, hell the bigger the target the better the fight. "Meg vaabir gar mirdir Ni cuy' doing at ibic solus, vod? (what do you think I am doing to this one, brother?) But okay pal, you want a smackdown? Or are you just one who barks more than they bite?" Asked Kragr unimpressed, taunting Adenn Kyramud to actually stand by his word.

If Adenn didn't do anything, would Kragr turn around, only to see Gryff slowly and very wobbly walk back to his friends with a broken nose and a headache. Disappointing in the other Mandalorian, Kragr would look back at Adenn with a raised eyebrow, before head over to the bar, ordering another drink.

However, if Adenn actually does throw a punch, was Kragr ready to react if a brawl were to break out between them.

 

[Zephyr Krayt]

Since the woman was indisposed of as she was pathetically grovelling to the man she had been shoved into, Zephyr leaned against the bar with his arms folded, his attention on the fight as the situation developed to potentially involving a third person. Upon seeing Isabeau approaching him, he turned his head towards her, certain she wasn't about to have a few words with him. Anticipating her less-than-timely attack, he rose an arm to protect his head from her jabs but in the next unexpected attack he received a knee to the abdomen. The impact wasn't particularly painful but had distracted him enough to allow her to slip her leg between his.

As he felt a shift in weight, he reached for a barstool to balance himself but to no avail so he was soon on the floor. He propped himself up with his hands and scowled as Isabeau drank his drink, swinging a leg at her to try and knock her off her feet in response. A whistle drew his attention to a Mandalorian clad in white who seemed to be inviting them over. Zephyr considered ignoring him but he wanted to see what the man had to say so he got to his feet and approached the man who summoned them, taking a seat at the table. "She stood on my foot so I pushed her off. What did she expect?" He replied with a sideways glance at Isabeau, clearly irritated.

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[Isabeau]

Glorious! She had got her revenge on the fool. Drinking his beer whilst he still laid on the floor, Isabeau did not see him sweeping for her legs. Had she been sober, she would most likely have been able to regain her balance quickly, but alas, she was not and promptly started grabbing for the bar table. The fall was quick, however, and it was hard to resist falling. Letting go of the mug, spilling it out over the purple Mandalorian's lower half, Isabeau still fell to the floor. In her drunken state, the girl found it relatively comfortable laying there but soon heard a sharp whistling sound. Looking over, she saw a white Mandalorian wave towards her and Zephyr's direction. Lingering on the comfortable floor, she looked at the knight of self-respect as he moved to meet the other. "Hey! Hey you!" she hollered behind him "If you had any sense and self-respect, you would've said no"

After half a minute, Isabeau got back up on her feet. Her eyes were fixed on the little cleaning droid that was removing the spilled beer around where Zephyr had laid earlier. Patting the machine on the head top of its 'head' she proceeded to put a coin on it but only received a confused chirp in response. "You go, bud. You deserve it" she said happily before moving over to the Mandalorians by the table, this time managing to avoid being intercepted.

The younger Mandalorian looked over towards where the white Mandalorian was indicating and saw a familiar figure. "Kragr" enthusiasm was clear in her voice as she was happy to see her friend again. While the other two were speaking, she was slowly starting to drift away from the table towards the red-headed Mandalorian she had met on Taris. It was then that Zephyr explained his side of the story which caused Isabeau to quickly turn around and lean forth towards him with an aggressive finger pointed at his face "What about not getting thrown at an angry Alor you bantha-brained moof-milker!" While it might have been an impressive display under normal circumstances, a slight sludder and some difficulty to keep balance prevented it from seeming all too serious.

The difficulties in keeping balance would not serve to her detriment, however, as she simply maintained the momentum, and continued turning until she faced Kragr again. Moving over towards him, she thought that she better save him from a too hostile confrontation with the Alor and let out a long "Heeeeey" upon arriving. "You should come over to us, we've got a table" she said whilst tugging at Kragr's arm, both to encourage him to come over and leave the Alor alone, and to help herself keep balance. If Kragr was being stubborn, she would take a few steps to his other side and start pushing instead "Come on" she said, nagging him to come along and avoid confrontation.

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[Radon Krayt]

"So let me get this straight..." Both sides of the story were equally petty reasons to start a fight in his opinion, but he had his doubts that the purple Mandalorian was honest. After all, Gryff had introduced this guy to his fist mere minutes ago. "This nearly escalated because she stood on your foot? Isn't that childish?" He continued, looking directly at the younger man who had just joined him at the his table. While the girl was equally guilty, she didn't seem like the aggressor here. Although that assumption was once again challenged by the strong words she threw at this man.

"Anyway.. The name's Rhion Krijt." he began, as the waitress placed three ice-cold alcoholic drinks beside him. "I propose we settle this argument with a drink, instead of our fists. After all, the last thing we Mandalorians need right now, is discord between our own. Rhion would hand both of them a glass, before downing his own. The cold beverage left a burning sensation in his throat, but nevertheless served its purpose as a 'refreshment'.

Not wanting to spark yet another conflict, Rhion once again changed the subject. "So, any of you been having luck with the job as of late? It feels as if the contractor's demands get crazier by the day." ​

 

[Kragr Krayt]

Standing by the bar, waiting for his drink to be made, Kragr heard an all too familiar voice, turning his head. A smirk formed on his lips, "I thought that was you voice I heard, " grinned the red-haired Mandalorian, ignoring the Alor behind him. "One mome~ damnit woman, let me get my~ stop pushing me!" started Kragr, stubbornly trying to get to his arrived drink while Isabeau started to actually push him from behind. Who did she think she was?!

As he just managed to snatch his drink, he let the woman push him along the bar and over the table where Zephyr sat and another, white Mandalorian Kragr didn't know. As he sat down, he made sure not to spill the content and placed the drink on the table. Kragr arrived just as he heard Rhion changed the subject. Placing his helmet on the table beside his drink, Kragr leaned back, taking a sip from the glass, enjoying the Tihaar burning through his throat and into his stomach.

Since no one had the balls to brawl in this place, filled with Mandalorians, Kragr might as well just relax. "Never got into the whole bounty hunting thing," said the red-haired Mandalorian "no, I'm much more interested in the battles, or the feeling blowing shabs up, than bunkering up in buildings" commented Kragr casually, leaning back in his seat.

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[Zephyr Krayt]

It was a pleasing sight that he had managed to topple his attacker and enact revenge, which would've prompted a satisfied smirk from the Mandalorian had she not saturated him with his drink so instead he scowled at her. As he approached Rhion, he shot a look of annoyance behind him when Isabeau shouted to him but did not retort. Her choice of words led him to realise what she was annoyed about but he didn't understand why so their confrontation continued.

Zephyr scoffed at Isabeau's insult and then smiled, finding the situation comical. "That was unintentional! Besides, it was your own fault that I shoved you." He replied. His gaze shot back to Rhion when he suggested Zephyr was being childish to which he frowned. "I shoved her off. I didn't mean to shove her into an Alor. Otherwise nothing would've started." He explained, his gaze shifting to Isabeau as they were joined by another.

With a small nod of gratitude, Zephyr took the drink from Rhion and immediately took a large swig of it before downing the rest and ordering two more for him and Rhion. "Zephyr Australis." He introduced himself. The shift in topic mixed with alcohol left his anger fading until his expression softened. "The bounties are running dry at the moment but I've got a job taking out Imperials soon." He told them. When the drinks arrived, he offered one to Rhion before downing his own.

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