Widow of Mandalore
Her head had stopped spinning for the time being, letting the Corellian get a grip on the new developments that were occurring. Kreslin didn't seem to mind her company, which was a bit of a reprieve truthfully, given how little she knew of the others in attendance. As Mand'alor unclasped his helmet, River fixated on the man that emerged from beneath it. He was different than when she had met him. More confident, more lively. He didn't look like someone had murdered his pet Lolth cat right before his eyes. It was a nice change truth be told.
Being offered the bottle from the man, she gingerly took it off his hands, taking it against her breastplate as if she was to guard it with her life. Mand'alor himself had given her this bottle, and a small part of her felt obligated to guard it until he asked for it back. "I'll keep it safe for ya." She sputtered, though the moment his back was to her, she took a quick swig; and nearly coughed up the foul substance in the process.
As the explosions rattled off in the distance, River watched in awe as the ground shook, the 'thump' of the shock-waves, flames that lightened up the night sky. The cheer of the warriors might have made for a joyous occasion for most. For River on the other hand, it brought back flashes of that day. The roar of the crowd began to distort, the fiery plums in the sky burning brighter, her eyes transfixed by the flames.
. . .
The sky was on fire. Ash choked the streets. Screams deafened the air, fires howled out of control, and everything had gone to hell. That was the first impressions of the new world when River regained consciousness, her hand moving to grip her aching head, and finding the side of her head coated in blood. She winced, feeling something crushing her legs, her vision slowly coming into focus as her workshop looked like it had a bomb go off within it. The overhead lights had been torn free, hanging from a lone strand of wiring, only one set tried in vain to fend off the darkness; and it was soon to give up on it's struggle. A set of steam pipes had been torn from the wall, bringing a section of the room down onto the lower portion of her body. She struggled in vain to free herself, the building starting to shake as some unseen force threatened to shake the foundation apart. The light finally died out, leaving her submerged in a pitch black prison, the one place that had been her safe space from the world was very likely to be her tomb. A monstrous roar shook her to the core, the screaming outside died out, and the sound of metal being torn apart overtook it all.
Then it all went to black again.
. . .
Panicked breathing caught up to her, the bottle she had been so tenderly holding had smashed against her vest, alcohol now seeping into the under-suit, as the woman took notice of her new surroundings. Her vision was blurry, eyes stinging, and there was an ungodly ringing in her ears. The explosions were now dying off, the crowd seeming to eat it up all the way. She heard a voice, a familiar voice that began to come back into focus as the ringing in her ears began to fade. She knew that voice, but where...
"Long live the Mandalorian Union, and long live Manda'yaim!"
Kreslin.
Right. A party. It was a party. They had just liberated Mandalore. A new start for the Mandalorian people, one they would try to rebuild new lives out of the bombed shell of the old. It was going to be a new challenge for herself. One she wasn't sure she could face on her own. Feeling something cold and wet running down her face, she brushed her gauntlet against her cheek, and found moisture. The cause of her blurry eyesight was soon discovered, and swiftly dealt with, though Kreslin would still find the remains of a broken bottle sitting at her feet when he returned. As the man inquired about the party, River fumbled with a response. Her mind a mix of emotion and alcohol, it was a wonder she made a coherent sentence at all. "I was expecting half the city to be set on fire with a crowd this rowdy, but it's probably not a good idea for the housing market." She deflected, though from the thousand yard stare she had dwelling in her eyes, it was rather obvious she had several things running through her mind. "So, after this, what will the Great Mand'alor do next?" She aimed to be playful with her words, hoping it would keep him from asking any further about what was bothering her.
Despite everything she wasn't going to give up on her new life now. After all, she was a mechanic, she was used to hard work.
This would be her greatest challenge yet by far, but at least she wouldn't be doing it alone.
Kreslin Westwind
Aloy Vizsla
Darsch Vizsla
Cynthia Solus
Venku Bralor
Adenn Kyramud
Tan'yill Vizsla
Stardust Solus Skirae
Shai Maji
Raya Krayt Marimax Lacroix
Vaux Gred
Being offered the bottle from the man, she gingerly took it off his hands, taking it against her breastplate as if she was to guard it with her life. Mand'alor himself had given her this bottle, and a small part of her felt obligated to guard it until he asked for it back. "I'll keep it safe for ya." She sputtered, though the moment his back was to her, she took a quick swig; and nearly coughed up the foul substance in the process.
As the explosions rattled off in the distance, River watched in awe as the ground shook, the 'thump' of the shock-waves, flames that lightened up the night sky. The cheer of the warriors might have made for a joyous occasion for most. For River on the other hand, it brought back flashes of that day. The roar of the crowd began to distort, the fiery plums in the sky burning brighter, her eyes transfixed by the flames.
. . .
The sky was on fire. Ash choked the streets. Screams deafened the air, fires howled out of control, and everything had gone to hell. That was the first impressions of the new world when River regained consciousness, her hand moving to grip her aching head, and finding the side of her head coated in blood. She winced, feeling something crushing her legs, her vision slowly coming into focus as her workshop looked like it had a bomb go off within it. The overhead lights had been torn free, hanging from a lone strand of wiring, only one set tried in vain to fend off the darkness; and it was soon to give up on it's struggle. A set of steam pipes had been torn from the wall, bringing a section of the room down onto the lower portion of her body. She struggled in vain to free herself, the building starting to shake as some unseen force threatened to shake the foundation apart. The light finally died out, leaving her submerged in a pitch black prison, the one place that had been her safe space from the world was very likely to be her tomb. A monstrous roar shook her to the core, the screaming outside died out, and the sound of metal being torn apart overtook it all.
Then it all went to black again.
. . .
Panicked breathing caught up to her, the bottle she had been so tenderly holding had smashed against her vest, alcohol now seeping into the under-suit, as the woman took notice of her new surroundings. Her vision was blurry, eyes stinging, and there was an ungodly ringing in her ears. The explosions were now dying off, the crowd seeming to eat it up all the way. She heard a voice, a familiar voice that began to come back into focus as the ringing in her ears began to fade. She knew that voice, but where...
"Long live the Mandalorian Union, and long live Manda'yaim!"
Kreslin.
Right. A party. It was a party. They had just liberated Mandalore. A new start for the Mandalorian people, one they would try to rebuild new lives out of the bombed shell of the old. It was going to be a new challenge for herself. One she wasn't sure she could face on her own. Feeling something cold and wet running down her face, she brushed her gauntlet against her cheek, and found moisture. The cause of her blurry eyesight was soon discovered, and swiftly dealt with, though Kreslin would still find the remains of a broken bottle sitting at her feet when he returned. As the man inquired about the party, River fumbled with a response. Her mind a mix of emotion and alcohol, it was a wonder she made a coherent sentence at all. "I was expecting half the city to be set on fire with a crowd this rowdy, but it's probably not a good idea for the housing market." She deflected, though from the thousand yard stare she had dwelling in her eyes, it was rather obvious she had several things running through her mind. "So, after this, what will the Great Mand'alor do next?" She aimed to be playful with her words, hoping it would keep him from asking any further about what was bothering her.
Despite everything she wasn't going to give up on her new life now. After all, she was a mechanic, she was used to hard work.
This would be her greatest challenge yet by far, but at least she wouldn't be doing it alone.
![Kreslin Westwind](/data/avatars/s/20/20164.jpg?1610407838)
![Aloy Vizsla](/data/avatars/s/17/17408.jpg?1707348850)
![Darsch Vizsla](/data/avatars/s/17/17392.jpg?1602046794)
![Cynthia Solus](/data/avatars/s/5/5007.jpg?1674884074)
![Venku Bralor](/data/avatars/s/20/20041.jpg?1595544164)
![Adenn Kyramud](/data/avatars/s/15/15705.jpg?1625275686)
![Tan'yill Vizsla](/data/avatars/s/13/13798.jpg?1577199357)
![Stardust Solus Skirae](/data/avatars/s/1/1848.jpg?1599500901)
![Shai Maji](/data/avatars/s/18/18610.jpg?1697291276)
![Vaux Gred](/data/avatars/s/17/17335.jpg?1577485433)