R & R [ Mandalorian Empire & Friends ]

[Izevel Zambrano]

"From your conversation as I approached you are no friend. Nor are you family. You may be a Mandalorian but you were not invited. You really have no reason to be here. If you want to discuss your child with Isley take it through the proper channels.."


She would spot her daughter across the room and Isley's daughter's daughter running towards Nyx. Under the water out of prying eyes, her nails would dig into Isley's leg, with enough force to catch his attention in hopes of diverting it towards the little hellion running across the floor.


Once more her attention was turned to the woman, a smile gracing her features."That fact that you think I would be worried about you amuses me. Isley may at one point have been a ladies man.. But, he has always had standards. Now, perhaps if you had taken into consideration that there might be children here and had dressed appropriately I would not be so quick to judge. You did no such thing. "

[member="Isley Verd"]
[member="Aynea Zyn'meshurok"]

 

[Nicair Claden]

Nicair glanced at the hot tub, it appeared tempers were flaring, a "cat fight" if that is what one wished to call it was breaking out. It wouldn't be a vacation without it he thought to himself as he walked towards a lounger next to the pool. A small child ran through the crowd towards a young woman he didn't know, he didn't know anyone come to think about it, but he didn't much care to. He'd chill out for a little while then return to his training or raids for the United clans, he would advance in either and be thinking about it the entire time, it helps him relax in a sense.

 

[Maya Carrick]

Finding herself wonder where in the galaxy her husband [member="Xander Carrick"] even if any of her children would be coming here. Either way this was very much enjoying herself to the fact that she was out of her armor. It seem to be any more she wanted to get away be in her garden. Just that with there new home on Dantoonie it wasn't the garden she had back on Voss, could it be that way. That was a silly question one that she could answer in her mind.

Even those she had started a tree of life on not only Dantoonie at their homestead but also on E'ycolio even then she knew it would be years before the tree would be as grand as the one on Voss. That when her mind wondering about Voss, hadn't she been over joyed to have her husband back after being gone all those years. Wondering here and there as she took some deep breaths before she found herself into a hot tub to relax.

To those around seeing her out of her armor or even with out her robes on. Different seeing that she had tattoos from her childhood of her tribal. One of a blazing sun with another one having a darker meaning one only those that knew of the ancient writing.

@Open tag

 

[Keira Priest]

The word 'vacation' did not often find itself in Keira's vocabulary, and for good reason. War was and had been all she knew for a very large portion of her life, and rarely did the opportunity for RnR cross her path. Even having a moment to take stock of herself before moving on to the next battlefield was rare, but that was exactly what this was. Mand'alor - or ori'vod, as she had taken to calling him - had rented out the entirety of this particular island resort solely for the enjoyment of the Empire, and it was a decision she knew full well he would come to regret later. Whether or not she would be a part of that was still up in the air, but anything was possible. Especially within House Verd.

Surprisingly enough she had shown her face at the gathering, clad in a dark pair of swim trunks she had "borrowed" from Slade and a sports bra. All told the ensemble was something she was surprisingly reasonably comfortable in, even if it did prominently display a number of scars across her form, along with the tattoo that covered the entirety of her right arm. This marked the least amount of clothing she had ever worn in public to date, and she had even come unarmed. To the party, at least. The entirety of her armor and her full arsenal of weaponry sat in the room she and Slade had rented, it meant as nothing more than a precautionary measure.

A cigarette was already lit and between her lips, smoke drifting lazily into the balmy air. This marked one of a handful she had indulged in since the twins had been born, and it felt good to give in to the vice for a little while. That was what vacations were for, right? Wordlessly she walked up to stand beside [member="Alkor Centaris"], one she supposed was now formally her brother after being brought into Verd formally. "Vod'ika." She looked over at him, dark eyes taking in the cloak he wore that couldn't have been terribly comfortable in the warm climate, having to restrain a roll of her eyes at the sight of the weapon still at his waist. "Need a hand in pulling the stick out of your shebs?"

[member="Slade Zambrano"]

 

[Alkor Centaris]

The language didn't exactly register with him, but context was key in all matters of conversation. He only half regarded the woman with a sidelong gaze, but the way she spoke grated on him as though she were giving him full eye contact. There weren't many people who could get away with talking to Alkor the way she did without a saber to the throat, but as a favor to [member="Isley Verd"] he stayed his blade. [member="Keira Ticon"] had rubbed him the wrong way from the moment she met him, but more because of her personality than any real faults. Alkor lacked the interpersonal skills that most people gained at a young age through interaction with their peers.

Normal conversations often terminated before they gained any traction with the Dark Jedi, and attempts to befriend him generally ended in confusion and an apathetic response. He continued to sip his drink in lieu of a verbal response, generally disinterested in engaging her in acerbic conversation.

There were a multitude of things he could have said, but none of them really occurred to Alkor. The number of reasons for his being in this place at all came out to a grand total of one. It was a diplomatic decision, and one that had ultimately been suggested by [member="Aedan Miles"] . With his newfound place in the Verd registry (whatever the hell that entailed), Alkor and the other Dark Jedi had the opportunity to engender good relations with the Mandalorian Empire.

As such, it was important that Alkor did not respond as he normally would. His hand did linger close to the weapon, however. That was just force of habit.

Another prominent reason Alkor did not remove his cloak, nor did he remove the bandages beneath was that the wounds that festered there were grotesque and not visually pleasing. It was more a favor to those gathered than a matter of preference.

"I'll be fine," he answered flatly.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Alexandra yawned as she moved through the area, eventually deciding to sit beside the hot tub where [member="Isley Verd"] and [member="Izevel Zambrano"] were, her eyes barely open as she glanced at the ongoing conversation before fishing the ebony colored tail from her robes. Casually she combed at it with her hands and listened to the bickering, speaking no words and still mostly asleep, having only woken up a few minutes ago. She was still sleeping off the annoyance of having to play clean up thanks to a Dar'manda the other day deciding they were touch shit... oh well.

Her eyes lazily moved back on the others again and sighed, speaking to Isley.

"Hey there old man... Relaxing i see. Pass me some of that Whiskey..." Alex was, and always has been, a drinker. And thanks to this body, it was harder than ever sometimes to get drunk, made worse by the fact of her force sensitivity. Her getting drunk was a pain in a half to do, but she could aleast start to feel the effects if she tried hard enough. As far as she was concerned, she would be more than happy to try and reach that point today. After all, it wasn't like [member="Saran Drast"] or [member="Karrus Zorathi"] would show up and find their master drinking by the bottle.

 

[Khia Varad]

Most people avoided Khia, because people were often pansies. When someone didn’t, well. She opened her eyes, leaning her head, drinking in sunfire-red ahead with wall-women look she was known for, not saying a word, small but cheeky smile for Nyx as she sat down.

Eye contact, shyness you’d probably not guess until you were confident enough as Nyx, maybe even not then. Because… running locks of her hair behind her ear, she leaned up on her elbow, and rolled her shapely body sideways, legs sliding to rest together.

Confidence was big tick in her yes column!

“Not as pretty as you.” Lips extending her words small amount, maybe Nyx caught her dip of her head, before finding her eyes again, tell of butterflies. "Khia." She said more strongly.

[member="Nyx"]​

 

[Ithiel Vi'Dreya]

Ithiel confidently placed hand upon her arm, and laughed. “You’ll do fine.” First time he’d touched her? Yes, but by his hand’s grip might not be the last. “Handled the stick well.” Adding to her embarrassment hopefully, he placed hand firmly upon her back and let her go, teasing but comforting.

The young verd had come bare chested, short fabric covering his waist and upper thighs, but that was it, nothing upon his young feet as he walked with her. Well developed at 6ft 4, yes one of the galaxies ever growing height-club members, but our narrator has plenty of short ones!

Ithiel however was not short, or small, By his thick arms he was considerate, escorting her along if she wanted it. “You’re not going. We are.” He smiled and walked beside her. Giving word or respect to any of the Mandalorians who had fought beside them when called at Mimban. First time he could say that. He was young but you’d only see that if he you saw he was acting as he thought he should act, as he was trained to, otherwise he might appear older than merely sixteen.

[member="Freyia Whitelight-Carrick"]​

 

[Avaritia Daemon]

Soon she was bored just sniffing at the glass in front of her, a small leap was given before the young girl skirted around the adults and quickly moved to pluck a bottle from the case. Glancing around a few times, she would move to sit by the person that looked the least threatening out of them all. Making her way over to the man that seemed to keep to himself, Ava would extend the bottle of Whiskey to him.

"Why are you moody Mr?" Blunt and straight to the point, she would wait to see if the man would take the bottle before she attempted to open it and sniff the contents. Plopping down on a chair, she would sit down and let her legs swing back and forth her head cocking to the side as she would sit there and study everyone, a puzzled look presenting itself upon her features.

[member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Avaritia Daemon"]

Take it he did as he smiled and looked at her with a raised brow, shaking his head. "

"Now then, little girl i dont think that you should be drinking from this... do you? As for moody, i think there are others that better fit that description than myself... the two over there certainly fit it better than me."

His hand continued plucking at the string on the violin while the other held the bottle infront of his face, still corked and in plain view. He was curious about it but only in the way that he wanted to know the name f the brand rather than anything else. It was likely he wouldn't even open it, not that the kid hadn't been ready to try and do so. "So, who's spawn are you?"

 

[Avaritia Daemon]

"Grandfather has a way of bringing the worst out of ladies.. Mama says he's a lose man that doesn't know what he wants most of the time.."

For one so young she sure was blunt, turning to face him, she would flash the man a bright smile, her tiny dimples showing. "My mama isn't here. Her name is Deneve.. She made the mistake of talking where I could overhear her. It was no trouble to hack my droid so I was able to come and spy on grandfather and the adults.. Mama says adulting is tough but it looks pretty easy to me.."


[member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Slade Zambrano]

Slade hated parties, social gatherings, galas, balls, all of it. Not because he had to talk to people or socialize, but because his ex mistresses was there. Alcohol and drugs, the two women in his life who always loved him, who always took him back with open arms, and who was always there for him to make him feel better when he was down. Yes he used to have a substance abuse problem and no, he didn't want to talk about it. All he wanted to do was get on with this damn party try to have just a drink or two, then go back to the hotel room to crawl in bed with his wife.

Wearing a pair of khaki shorts and a buttoned up tropical shirt the man approached his wife and the mysterious stranger and briefly overheard their conversation, and of course it was more of the same. Keira had a smart comment and it seemed the man took it well, he reached for something that Slade couldn't quite see assuming it was a wallet or a communicator or something.

"Hello love, and other." Slade greeted his wife and gave her a kiss on the cheek before handing her a drink. A good old fashioned whiskey on the rocks, hard alcohol, her favorite.

"Whose your mate? And what's up his ass?" Slade asked with a chuckle as he looked over to the man.

Upon further inspection the man was clearly a warrior, he was in shape, had a focused look about him, and was a danger probably to himself and others. He was a combat knife compared to Slade's chewed bubble gum. But then again some didn't fight with guns and blades, some fought with their battles with wit and charm with a smile on their face and a knife pressed to their opponents back.

[member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Keira Ticon"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Avaritia Daemon"]

"I never had much trouble 'adulting' i guess... though shouldn't you be back where your mother was keeping you. And more importantly i don't think she would approve of your hanging out and grabbing bottles of whiskey from your grandfather's supply..." Not that he was one to complain as his hand left the strings of the violin and stopped plucking at them long enough to remove the top of the drink and tilting the bottle back as he took a quick drink from it. Wasn't the worst tasting drink in the world, but by far not the best.

"Either way little one, you should probably get back there before your 'mama' catches you red handed... or worse i get blamed for it. I don't think letting the grandkid of the Mandalor hang out around booze is exactly something that is supported... then again they are mandalorians, hell if i know what im talking about."

 

[Nicair Claden]

Nicair walked up to the two, to be honest he was half trying to be social, he wasn't by his nature but a man's nature is to be defied. The little girl was a sweet young thing, spunky and full of fire. The man in the hammock took his hand off of a type of string instrument long enough to take a sip of what appeared to be some type of whiskey.

"Mind if I join you over here? The whole party scene isn't necessarily my thing, that and I heard a little music." he asked as he strode up, his toned form was lightly wet from a quick dip in the water, it was refreshing and he needed it. The little girl looked up at him with a stare to kill men, look like you're enjoying yourself, come on Nicair, don't muck this up. He gave a small grin to her and to his surprise she seemed to accept it. Good. . . good. He thought to himself, he had succeeded. He took a seat in a nearby hammock, in a spot that he was able to continue conversation.

[member="Solan Charr"] [member="Avaritia Daemon"]

 

[Darth Metus]

"For the love of..."

The Mand'alor grunted under his breath, for the amusement of watching his beloved exchange quips with...reanimated roadkill...had died very quickly. Now it had devolved into quite the buzz slayer - and given the quantity of whiskey about, Isley had every intention of getting and staying buzzed. So, he did the only thing that could quell an argument without fail: a dramatic shift in attention. "Excuse me love." he muttered, before gently hoisting Izevel's posterior up from his lap so that he may stand. Isley took a moment to slide one of the exceptional bottles of Corellian Whiskey towards the Gray One, before stepping up and out of the hot tub.

"A toast!" he said aloud, raising his bottle. "To victory! To the Empire! To Good Company and Even Better Drink!"

He paused, thrusting a finger in the direction of his grandbaby.

"And someone, get her a juice!"

Hopefully, a resounding chorus of "here here!" followed by slamming down some hard liquor would alleviate the cat fight. Hopefully.

[member="Nicair Claden"], [member="Solan Charr"], [member="Slade Zambrano"], [member="Avaritia Daemon"], [member="Ithiel Verd"], [member="Khia Varad"], [member="Alexandra Feanor"], [member="Alkor Centaris"], [member="Keira Ticon"], [member="Maya Carrick"], @Freiya Whitelight-Carrick, [member="Nyx"]

 

[Avaritia Daemon]

"How will she know if I hacked my companion droid and stole a ship?"Such an innocent yet loaded question. It was then that the new comer arrived and she turned to face him, her finger shooting out in a beckoning manner before she hopped off the chair and moved closer to him.


"You look out of place?Are you not a people person?Wanna help me blow things up then?" A Cheshire Cat grin danced across the normally innocent features, she was indeed [member="Isley Verd"] 's grandchild. He was a shoddy grandparent anyways. Best to make him pay and notice her disapproval through the art of sabotage.


A tiny hand was extended soon after, the act of a polite introduction being made.

"My name is Avaritia. But you can call me Ava. What's yours?"


It was then her slightly drunken grandfather stood and made a toast, pointing her out. It looks could kill, the glare she shot her blood of blood would leave him on the floor writhing in pain.

"Don't make me light you on fire ya bag of bones.." A annoyed message was shot directly at her grandfather with great amounts of angst.

[member="Isley Verd"][member="Nicair Claden"][member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Nyx]

Mmmm, she liked this one.
"Nyx. I know who ya are."
She made no secret of her eyes wandering the soldier's body, even biting her lower lip for a moment.
"Heard what ya did at Yaga. Takes real balls to make it through that."
Ironic, given both women's anatomical lack of those particular extremities.

Nyx was many things. Subtle was not one of them. She had claimed many lovers in her twenty four years of life, from all species and walks of life. But none excited her as much as a good fighter. It got her blood pumping, appealed to her desire, no, her _need_, to fight. To the red haired woman, love was simply another form of combat.
"I find gall like that. . . desirable."
[member="Khia Varad"]

 

[Nicair Claden]

"Nicair, a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I don't think the Mand'alor would appreciate me helping family sabotage an event such as this."

He grinned when she brought up the blowing up of stuff as he was mentally trying to figure out if the child was serious. Would he really want to? He caught himself actually considering such a thing to be very amusing. By then he shook the girl's hand with about as large a grin as he'd get. Such interactions were good to help balance the chemicals of his brain, the Juma Juice helped as well.

"Here here!" he heard from the hot tub area, a toast had been claimed, his social requirement demanded that he drink the rest of a beverage but he had none. Uh oh...

 

[Freyia Whitelight-Carrick]

One would think with such big warrior hands as his they would been rough surprising nothing but a gentleness. The time had came as she took her place by his side. One like herself would only be a fool if she didn't give him a good look over. Only to cause more heat upon her cheek once again. First when she had given her own answer to travel with him. All from her own eyes she seen was one of the warrior a vode that she would gladly have by her side on the battle field where every it maybe. Even so she couldn't help to think a bit differently he was after all a person under that warrior one that she hope to get to know better.

Wondering herself as she look up at him once again. Feeling that he had given her a downward glance upon which she took his forearm this time. Even then she would see one of two of those that was in her own unit that she had saved or they had saved her. Even then they had a different look upon her one she didn't know how to take.

"I think I need a drink before we met your father or any of your family.", a drink yes maybe that would stop the butterflies with in her stomach. Again maybe not she after all needed more then a drink to do that, with her having two livers that was inside of her. As they walked on to find where the free flowing of drinks was being severed.

Must been thinking to deeply about this situation. "Oh anything would be great,Ithiel."

[member="Ithiel Verd"]

 

[Izevel Zambrano]

She hid her displeasure at being removed from her husband's lap quite well. It was typical of Isley to want to just have a buzz. I mean it was Isley, class and regality was one thing he often times lacked he. She also took into account the fact that someone dear too him has passed so she would keep her remarks to herself.


Arching a brow at him, she would rise in one fluid motion and make her way back over to her towel and book, stopping at the bar in the process to fetch a juice and hand it to Ava. A pat on the head was given before she continued on her way, her destination the various books she had brought whilst everyone drank themselves stupid.


[member="Isley Verd"]