The Gathering(Open to all mandalorians)

[Strider Garon]

Location: Kyrimorut, Mandalore
Time: 1700hrs
Season: Spring

Was it possible for mandalorians to know a day of peace? Strider thought to himself as he watched the help scurry about getting the great hall of Kyrimorut ready for the incoming guest. Most of it was already done with many round tables scattered about with no seating order in mind. There was no head table, no position of honor, this was an event all were equal and each individual would have to figure out their own seating. "Risky social experiment" he amused to himself imagining the level of comfort and confusion such would bring. Just as long nobody shoots each other.

It had been a very long time since mandalorians had gathered as one people. Far to long have the people been divided and scattered to the stars. So much hate, turmoil, sorrow and uncalculated volumes of bad blood have tainted the warrior culture. Clans of some of the greatest warriors that the galaxy could provide, feared and respected now quarrel among each other. Far to many reasons, each justified in their own minds to keep the bloodshed and division up. Strider himself cannot claim not innocence in such. Not many could. There was a dream of a unified mandalore, a dream that has yet been grasped and for most have abandon. A dream the old man has pondered on to great lengths. Will it happen here? No. This was just a very very small step in that direction. Strider new he was shooting for the stars when he came up with the idea and put it to motion. The target will be missed this day, but he will reload and try again, and again and again. This was his new mission and focus in life.

Was Strider the best to champion the cause? more than likely not. He was a well known bigot of the force, participated in the spreading and execution of hate towards those endowed with space magic. He had much blood on his hands. But he was willing to take the step, even if it was just one day. The promise of peace for exactly twenty four hours. A chance for mandalorians to gather and have a first hand look at what we look like as one.

The old man took his jaig eyed clad helmet off and placed it on the table he had chosen to sit. He grabbed a shento cigar from one of his utility pockets and lit the guilty pleasure. Inhaling deep, letting the bitter smoke roll over his tongue and satisfying his pallet, before the exhale. He was clad in beskar and he was armed like all the mandalorians will be when the show up. Security concerns were risen but Strider waved them off. He was not going to disarm vode. He had faith in honor and only time will tell if his faith was warranted. He was no fool, there are those that are going to consume the free booze to excess and will want to show their alpha off. Its why there was designated fighting pits outside. Anyone that wants dust it up face to face, will do it out there. Hopefully.

He took another long puff, trying to calm his nervs. A monumental task to gather elite warriors of varied politcal stances. He had good reason to be nervous, for no one can shed blood like the mandalorians could. And if the past was any evidence, such attempts at these gatherings have ended in critical disaster. He did not blame for many of the alors took upon Strider if he was some coot that had taken one to many hits to the head. " This better work or I am never going to hear the end of it!" He muttered to himself between puffs, imagining Gilamar's anger if his Clan's hall or even village got damage in the process.

There was going to be a quick meeting of Alors in one of the side rooms. A briefing of sorts and let those that have not 'Participated' in one to have access to Mand'alor. Ask hard questions and clear some of the air. After that, it was relax and enjoy .Meet new faces. Make connections.

 

[Garza]

Long has it been that I have visited any form of my kindred. Be it of my Family, or of the Mandalorians. Having been away for far too long, the chance to meet with others, having any form of a social gathering, was welcomed. Luckily, I had the chance to invite my daughter. While we looked nearly nothing like one another, we still cared for one another. It was nice to be able to take her somewhere other than her brothers. She and I were not garbed in armor. There was no need for it. However, as we were on Mandalore, the rules of the government were still active. No force powers. At least, that was last of what I remembered. Having told Ember this, she was not happy with it.

"So what exactly will we be doing here?"
"Meeting others of our faith and culture. While I have taught you much, I do not know everything. Maybe you will learn something. Mingle about and find others to talk to."
"You know I don't like that."
"Then go to the pit and learn to fight someone."
"Wait, they will have fights?"
"Please don't break anyone today."
"I will restrain myself.... for now."
"Good girl. Now off with you."

Shaking my head with a smile. Ever since she was a child, she loved to get into wrestling matches with me. Playful fighting. Now, as an adult, she trained and honed her skills with blades, guns, and the force. She was filled with glee with her hands playing over the various weapons being shown on tables and stands. Turning away from her, I felt a wave of depression hit me. I remember those days of mine. Days where I could train and just shut out the world as I honed my skills. Maybe even just read a book. Long have I wanted to read a book. However, they have long since past.

Envious of her, the shuffling of my boots away from where she was, and over to the bar. looking just for a drink. Anything really. Shaking my head. I stopped myself. Clenching my hand into a fist and holding it to my mouth. No. No Zeph. You said you would do better than that. Walking up and signaling the bartender,

"Just a water."

 

[Connory Monroe]

What are you doing here?

Not for the first time, Cory was grateful for the t visor that concealed her face...and her heavy breathing and the general rise of panic in her chest. She found a quiet corner and leaned heavily against the wall, battling with the tightness in her chest and doing her utmost to resist the urge to turn back. Opening and closing her fists she tipped her head back against the wall and took several deep breaths.

She had a choice, go in, find a corner, sit and observe and who knew, maybe her anxiety would allow her a reprise and give her the confidence to speak up. Or she could go back and learn nothing. Though what it was she was setting out to learn she didn’t know. Perhaps she just wanted to meet enemies in the flesh, perhaps she was gathering intel out of curiosity or perhaps she was looking for something else.

Whatever it was, she wasn’t going get it standing out here.

Another deep breath and she pushed off the wall to meander through the growing crowd towards the Kyrimorut, repeating the same thing over and over inside her head to keep her moving.

Get in, find a good seat away from everyone, observe.

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

Gil wiped the sweat from his brow and took a step back to take a look at his handiwork. Clad in a farmer's shirt and plain dark trousers he was "the help" today. He'd lost his right to lead House Skirata in fair combat, and about time someone challenged the old man, he was getting far too old to lead his clan into battle and through difficult times.

Difficult times like these.

Now he was just another Mando, a retired gogi. The distinct clanging sound of beskar on beskar filled the air near the lake as two young Mandalorians clashed on their bes'uliik, the sun beating on their dark and tan skin and they were laughing, wide grins plastered on their faces and training weapons in hand...It made Gil nostalgic. Kyrimorut was detached in this way. Under Gilamar House Skirata had served the Mandalorian Empire for a time but had distanced itself from them in recent times. Rythe despised them but kept a neutral outer appearance to keep the peace between the clans and most of the elders of House Skirata disagreed with the methods of the other disparate Mandalorian groups and clans and so Kyrimorut true to its past was open to all Mandalorians. Strider had asked to host his...Moot...here for that reason. With a little convincing from Gilamar the other clans in House Skirata agreed to the meeting.

But Gilamar would not take part today. Today, he was simply an observer unless Rythe seeked the advise of her House Elders. Today was a day for the new generation, for better and for worse.

 

[Ardgal Raxis]

Virgil put her hands on her hips. From behind her T-slit visor her voice, normally cold and unfeeling came with a sense of betrayal and indigence, "You want to try that again?"

The bridge of the Atonement fell as quiet as the grave itself. The two leaders stared it off in what was battle of pure wills. From behind her Beskar'gam the woman dared him to repeat himself, her rage was under control but almost palatable.

"I said," Ardgal repeated, his tone unphased and unwavering. "We are going to the gathering. We have begun to forget what it means to be Mandalorians."

"That's bullsh!t!" Virgil snapped. "We are not forgetting what it means to be a Mando'a!"

"Regardless of whether you agree or not, we are going," he said firmly. He let his words hang in the air for a moment, "When we arrive on Mandalore, everyone will be given leave for 24 hours. If I hear of any trouble, there will be greater trouble than you know what to do with. And I don't mean just from me."

***​

The dark, sleek cruiser reverted to real space over Mandalore. It's hull shimmered gloriously as the ship made its way to the surface, settling not far from Kyrimorut. Ardgal made his way off the loading ramp first, leading his small army of. His black and red armor glistened in the light as his boots stepped across the Mandalorian grass. The last time he had been on Mandalore, Gray had lost his hand. This time he wanted to find new memories and new answers to questions.

Virgil was not far behind him, and on the warrior's other side was Alexa, his Basilisk wardroid and faithful hound. For being a massive machine of death, it was more like a faithful pup towards him. The other members of his clan and military unit fanned out, looking to disperse and find a proper good time for themselves. Ardgal removed his helmet, choosing to survey the gathering with his own eyes. It brought a smile to his lips to see this many of his fellow Mandalorians together finally bringing peace at last instead of trying to slit each other's throats. There were so many wars, and so many times they were each hired out by opposing sides, at least for now there had to be something calm and good.

Ardgal gave Virgil a nod over his shoulder, "Go find someone or something fun."

For a response the suborn warrior merely placed her hands on her belt. He shook his head with a rueful smile and pressed on. Truth be told, Ardgal had come to find answers of his own too. He needed to discover who and what he was now. He felt detached from everything that Raxis was. He couldn't even tell you the last time he saw a member of his clan besides Virgil and Kay. He had been under carbon freezing for so long there was almost no connection any more. He had to discover who--if--or what he was again when it came to the clans. And in a sense, when it came to being a Mandalorian again. With that in mind, he slipped in to the meeting, waiting in the back. He would have been quite and unnoticed--if Alexa hadn't insisted on rooting a path close to him. The heavy droid nosed away several chairs, knocking them on their side before plopping down beside him. A mechanical sigh escaped its lips. Ardgal couldn't help but smirk as he pat its haunches.

"There, there," he said softly. "Dramatic much?"

[member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Gilamar Skirata"] [member="Connory Monroe"] [member="Zephyr Carrick"] [member="Strider Garon"]

 

[Seniya Nehir]

Mandalore.

As strange as it sounded, Alar never thought she would actually step foot on the ancestral and cultural homeworld of her people. Not after the mass exile of force users and troubles that had ensued over the years, with the bloodshed on both sides of the line leading to a bitter enmity. Haran, given how the last two clan gatherings had fared for those with the Shysa name, she wasn’t even sure if she should be here now. Even under the banner of a supposed ceasefire, peace had never come naturally to her people. It was said any time more than three Mandalorians were in a room together, sooner or later someone was going to come to blows - or as was more likely in recent years, wrist rockets.

Luckily for her, she wasn’t remotely worth the trouble of the latter. The blood of a former Alor might have flowed through her veins, but the Kiffar held no formal title or leadership within her clan. Simple rank and file, nothing more. Just another name in the clan ledger. Such relative anonymity was a gift, however. Especially in the here and now.

As it was, Alar sat off to the sidelines in the great hall. Forgoing the offered chairs in favor of using her helmet as a makeshift stool, preferring to keep those great doors within visual distance. Both as a means of ready egress, and because it allowed her to engage it a little bit of crowd watching. Passing the time by toying with a short, broad bladed knife while attempting to place each T-Visored face with a respective Clan based on the respective markings, trinkets and tokens strewn about their person.

 

[Adenn Kyramud]

Helmet: On
Armor: In BIO; heavily scarred, black with red accents
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A meeting of Mandalorians, and not just UCM Mandalorians, no, this was a meeting for everyone. That simple thought excited Adenn, sure he knew plenty of Mandalorians, but they were either in his Clan or part of the UCM. He barely knew anyone outside of the clans, actually, he knew no one outside of the clans. So the thought that he might be able to meet those outside of the UCM, or even their enemies was exciting. But Adenn wasn't at the meeting area yet, he was currently still flying around.

It had been some time since Adenn had simply been able to enjoy himself, and even less time since he could fly with his personal dragon. So, upon coming to Mandalore, Adenn had decided to go flying. Currently he was flying above Mandalore, swooping and diving through the clouds, between them, up and over, down below, doing what he wanted to with his dragon. Thankfully for Adenn, his dragon was still rather young, only 24 years old, so just a tad younger than Adenn himself.

Flying like this, Adenn lost track of time, until an alarm went of in his helmet. It was time for him to be at the meeting; sighing to himself, Adenn had them spin around before diving back towards Kyrimorut. The trip back was faster than the trip away, because Adenn was intent on his location and the way to get there. A few minutes after the alarm had gone off, Adenn was above Kyrimorut, looking down and observing those already there. Once that was done, Adenn chuckled lightly before diving down.

At the very last moment, the dragon spread its wings wide, bringing them to a stop, and landing gently. Sitting atop the Tracyn Mirshko, Adenn looked around once more. If he saw anyone he knew, he'd nod to them, to those he didn't know, he'd tilt his head to observe them before nodding as well. Then he got off of the dragon in one smooth motion and stood next to his dragon before patting it on the head. The dragon nuzzled into his hand before they began making their way to the Alor meeting area. Adenn didn't really have any questions there, but he did want to meet any other Alors outside of the UCM that he could.

It took only a few moments to arrive at the meeting room/place, but upon arriving there, Adenn looked around himself once more, taking it all in. Then he walked in, his dragon right on his tail. Walking in, Adenn noticed [member="Ardgal Raxis"] and his basalisk, Adenn nodded to them. His dragon made its way to the war droid and began sniffing it, looking it over before sitting in front of it. It tilted its head curiously and made a questioning noise to it. Adenn meanwhile went up the Mando'a and extended his hand for a warrior clasp.
"Su cuy'gar vod, I'm Adenn Kyramud, and you?"

[member="Ardgal Raxis"] [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Gilamar Skirata"] [member="Connory Monroe"] [member="Zephyr Carrick"] [member="Strider Garon"]

 

[Arla Ordo]

It had been well too long to ponder upon that she had been among strangers. Many of the faces here were just that to her strangers.

She couldn’t escape the feeling that she felt outcast. She had attempted a couple years ago to reintegrate herself and the families that called her Alor over Clan Ordo to go home. But home for them had come to mean something else entirely.

Home was wherever they hung their armor nomads for the most part.

She looked upon each of the faces that had turned when she approached watching their eyes before she removed her buyce’ . She missed Verd he had that comforting voice that often lulled her to a place of peace something she wasn’t sure she would ever find.

At her side her son, Avrum now 10 years old. Who would have thought him so old? She had seen opportunity in bringing him. He smiled easily at anyone the joy of being a child she guessed.

While she didn’t feel completely safe she could at least remove the helmet and reveal her face maybe someone would recognize her.

She unclipped it and removed her long red hair fell to her shoulders, the braids framed her face as her green eyes watched carefully

Slowly she took a few steps deterred not to let her concern over the unknown have her appear weak. Avrum stood close but not too close taking his cues from his mother.


[member="Ardgal Raxis"] | [member="Kaine australis"]| [member="Gilamar Skirata"] | [member="Connory Monroe"] | @zephry carrick | [member="Strider Garon"]


[member="Adenn Kyramud"]

Sorry if I didn't get all tags. It's a phone post.

 

[Rythe Skirata]

When the Elders had asked her to open Kyrimorut to a "Mandalorian Summit" she had nearly laughed them off. How long had it been since Kyrimorut finished rebuilding? Finished replanting its crops and burying its dead? Less than a handful of years was the answer. Now the pretenders wanted to talk, and not just to her, they wanted to talk to any Mandalorians that saw them as an enemy. To what end she had no idea...But Clan Garon had been an ally, although that relationship was strained by Strider's unwavering, blind loyalty the Mand'alor rather than his people she couldn't simply say no to the combined pressure of that long standing bond and Elders like Gilamar Skirata.

Stuborn old fools, she thought, these young Mandalorians never even fought our battles and they work hand in hand with the very scum they were founded on destroying. She pushed these thoughts to the back of her head as she entered exited her room and into the main hall where the gathering was taking place. Kyrimorut, the Kyrimorut, had been the original home of Clan Skirata before it grew into the House it was now and while it was an ancient building and served many purposes such as meetings like these, it was also her home when she was planet-side.

She was wearing her armor, but her helmet was clipped to her belt, like many others in the room. Two short braids kept most of her hair out of her face and the rest of it was held back by a headband that linked to her HUD in combat. A dragon bear leather utility belt carrier hang around her waist and kama along with a slender beskad. She looked ready for combat, which matched how she felt when she saw Kaine Australis lounging with a drink on the other end of the room. Her eyes narrowed at the man before she let her eyes wander around the room, taking note of Strider smoking which lightened her mood a bit. She noticed a few new faces, most of them young as clan heads began filtering into the room. She folded her arms and stood in front of the door to the living quarters and waited for Strider to start.

[member="Strider Garon"]

 

[Milla Caranthyr]

Milla raced through the building, her little legs being carried by the excitement of it all. The sights, sounds and all the different clans gathering together was something she had never seen before. She had never actually realized how many there were and all the banners they stood under. Her bright blues eyes tried taking in every detail they could as she scurried along. The meeting itself, though, held little interest, but everything else was fair game.

The young girl dodged and weaved her way through the ever growing crowd. Her quick reflexes and agility, along with the aided balance from her tail, allowed her to move through the crowd with ease. Which came in handy as she round a corner and almost ran straight into two server droids carrying a long tray. Milla barely ducked in time to avoid it, but the tips of her small horns scraped the bottom. She never looked back or really heard whatever beeps and whistles the droids gave.

She darted by the front door just as [member="Arla Balor"] and her son were entering the building. Milla noticed that the boy was her age, at most a few months younger. This made her glad that she wasn't the only child here so far. As she ran by, she gave him a wave and a shy smile. Maybe she'd see him later, but right now she was on a mission.

Sharp blue eyes finally spotted their target. With a wide grin, she made for the direction of the bar. She jumped up onto a stool beside [member="Kaine Australis"]. "Grandpa!"


[member="Strider Garon"]

 

[Mig Gred]

Mig slowly left his modified MC18, the Basilisk, along with Ilik and his adopted, Zambrak daughter Leddie. Mig wore his light looking Gred armor, his clan emblem on one shoulder and an Iron Heart on the other. Ilik was in more standard armor, painted white an red with a couple of red crosses. Clearly a medic. Leddie wore a simple shirt with plan pants. The smiths hadn't finished her armor yet, so until then she didn't have any. Plus the former slave was still getting use to being a Mandalorian, so taking it slow seemed to be the best thing. Weapon wise, Mig carried his lightsaber trayc'kad, the one pass from generation to generation since the Galactic Civil War. Ilik and his daughter both had a trayc'kal each, the two weapons at one time both being the medics.... That was a different time though. One the former and Force Dead mando'ad'jetii wouldn't want to relive.

The small group of Greds started towards the building, and Mig could sense the tension in everyone. He sighed. Why can't the past be the past. Wow.... He really did sound like a jetii sometimes! Yeah, Mandalorians weren't good at forgetting, even Mig held some grudges. [member="Kaine Australis"] being a particular case. He probably wouldn't trust that vod with any starship in his small fleet. Heck, the Keros' Kad's targeting safeties were inspired by him! Mig then noticed [member="Gilamar Skirata"] outside by himself, and smiled a bit. He hadn't seen him since Junction. The Alor decided to walk up to him before going to the Alor meeting to have a quick hello.

"Su cuy'gar Gilamar. Not sure I ever said sorry for my outspokenness on Junction."

Meanwhile, Ilik and Leddie went off to their own things. Ilik noticed [member="Strider Garon"] , the man behind this. He smiled, pulling off his buyca as he approached the other old man. "Su cuy'gar Strider. Glad I'm not the only old timer that thinks this is a decent idea." He chuckled a bit, looking around. "Anyway an old medic could help here?"

Over to where [member="Milla Ordo"] and [member="Arla Balor"] 's son were, Leddie walked over and smiled. She then tried to speak Mando'a, clearly still learning. "Suuu cuyyy'gar?"

[member="Rythe Skirata"] [member="Adenn Kyramud"] [member="Alar Shysa"] [member="Ardgal Raxis"] [member="Connory Monroe"] [member="Zephyr Carrick"]

 

[Ardgal Raxis]

Virgil tensed slightly at the sight of another pair of individuals coming near them. She was too paranoid for her own good sometimes. When Adenn's dragon sat near Alexa, the droid gave a mechanical whine for a greeting. Its own head eyed the droid with a curious tilt to the side. It hadn't encountered dragons before, especially of the domesticated variety. Ardgal chuckled at their interaction as the dragon sat in front of the droid.

He met the man's clasp with a firm grasp of his own. "Su cuy'gar, vod. Ardgal--Raxis, currently."

Virgil's helmeted head shifted to the side suspiciously, "And why would you want to know?"

Ardgal turned, giving her a sharp look. "Udesii. Go find a beskar rod to ride."

That was his not-so-subtle way of telling his cousin to not only get lost but to also get laid by a nice Mandalorian guy. From behind her T-slit visor she burned holes in Ardgal's face for a hot second before turning on her heel and stalking away for someone else to talk with. She took a mug of ale, but didn't remove her helmet the warrior sat in a corner, brooding. Ardgal turned back to Adenn offering an apologetic smile.

"Ni Ceta," he said. "She's spent too long in the field. We've basically been on an extended tour of duty for over three years in the Outer Rim, the last excursion on Pzob didn't do her any favors." Of course there was also the fact that she had spent three years after that looking for him, only to find him encased in carbonite on his way to a prison planet in the Unknown Regions, but that was hardly the point right now.

Alexa's nose-like shock-wave generator nods prodded at the Tracyn Mirshko inquisitively. It rose up just a little, giving an answering whirl from within its haunches. The droid, unsatisfied with its initial survey rose up and began circling the dragon curiously. As it walked, the massive machine knocked over more chairs carelessly, causing a larger racket than before.

Ardgal couldn't help but laugh, "At least someone is making a new friend. What about you, what have you been up to in recent history?"

[member="Adenn Kyramud"] [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Gilamar Skirata"] [member="Connory Monroe"] [member="Zephyr Carrick"] [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Mig Gred"] [member="Milla Ordo"] [member="Rythe Skirata"] [member="Arla Balor"]

 

[Koda Fett]

It was really the arrogance of the Mandalorian that brought them back to Mandalore. He always found some strange comfort in the discomfort of another, and there was hardly anyone that caused it more among Mandalorians than Fett these days... well, of the one's that were still alive; a lot of them let their own blood cover the marble against the Empire, and now Koda could only ever mock it from afar. He remained so very spiteful as he continued to ruin the image of an honour-bound fool that stuck to their heart, truths and lust for a fight as he lied and cheated his way into riches. But, truthfully, the Mandalorian Empire only thrived. He could speak ill of it in so many different ways but it did not do a thing to halt it. It was time to accept change. It seemed to be that way. But, it might have been stubbornness or stupidity (likely a concoction of the two) that prevented the Bounty Hunter that rest atop their leaderboard from being so accepting of the things that he despises.

He moved throughout Kyrimorut before entering the designated area to meet. It felt strange, and that detail had been evidently present across the features he concealed. The Bounty Hunter had been told some time a go by some old woman that House Skirata, and especially Kyrimorut, had stemmed from the Clone Troopers that fled their pre-ordained existence. It meant that a lot of their DNA and his own was scattered about. It was the last thing he wanted. He only hoped that those that stared were only looking at the armour and not really wondering about who was in it; he might have been thought to be a genetic identical to someone long since dead, but it was never confirmed. He kept that a secret.

And as Fett entered the gathering he proceeded to move about rather aimlessly. He wasn't going to offer greetings, smile and open arms. He couldn't. And so Koda lurked about, watching, waiting. He seemed certain somebody was going to try something. He had to be ready.

 

[Arla Ordo]

It was not hard to smile at two children, Avrum's face lit up at the sight of another child even if she was a girl. He wiggled his fingers all while looking up at his mother wondering if it was alright.

Arla nodded it was children shouldn't bear the burdens of their parents misgivings. To be a child in this room was a fortunate thing, Avrum leaned forward slightly to look where [member="Milla Ordo"] Avrum bit his lip and then leaned back. "You can probably talk to her without concern Av, she" and then Arla saw who the young girl ran to. Kaine she knew him had met with him at one point he and Ginnie. She let no emotion caress her cheeks or show in her eyes, least she thought she was not.

Av looked up, "something wrong?"

"No Av you be you, its all good." Then she winked at him.

Then she heard the whispers that [member="Strider Garon"] was here. Oh how nice she thought she wasn't sure she was over him putting her buir in jail but even that was now long ago. She shook her head and decided to make a move towards [member="Kaine Australis"] and the bar which seemed like an excellent idea.

Taking a bold step forward she moved as she neared Kaine and the young girl who waved to Avrum she cleared her thought to make her presence known, "Su cuy'gar Kaine Australis. I don't know if you remember me."

Avrum followed but kept quiet watching the girl [member="Milla Ordo"]

 

[Milla Caranthyr]

Milla laughed when her grandfather gave her a hug. Her eyes then drifted up to the bartender as he approached. Somewhere, she wasn't sure where, her grandfather and the bartender reached a nonverbal agreement. The bartender then pulled a fizz-aid out and set it on the counter. She eagerly took the drink and thanked her grandfather.

Her attention was focused on the drink as Kaine scanned the room. That was until he brought up the subject of her mom. This was a topic she was hoping to avoid. "Ummm...well kinda maybe..." She took a long sip frfrom her drink, all the while trying to buy time to think of an excuse. Luckily, a distraction came in the form of [member="Arla Balor"] and Avrum.

The young girl first looked at Arla, then to Avrum. She smiled and gave the boy a small wave. The conversation between her grandfather and Arla sounded like it might be one for the adults. So Milla hopped of the barstool and took a few small steps closer to Avrum. As she did, her tail hugged close to her leg in slight nervousness. "H..hi. I'm Milla."

As she introduced herself, another girl showed up. She spoke Mando'a almost hesitantly, as if she wasn't entirely sure of the words. Milla gave the girl a smile and nodded "Su cuy'gar."

[member="Mig Gred"]
[member="Kaine Australis"]

 

[Valdus Bral]

A sound of humming motors and the rattling of chains on metal heralded the Alor of the Bral aliit's entrance. A hulking figure as he was, trimmed in scuffed but highly reflective golden embossing on his worn and gashed obsidian colored beskar'gam as he came into light. As the towering Manadlorian continued forth his helmet came into the light. There was a glint of metallic gold paint as stylized Jaig Eyes he had earned from his service in the defense of Eshan came into the rays. The irony that he may be face to face with some of the same dar'manda that took part on the opposite side of this battle was palpable. However, he had joined not to reignite the embers of a battle fading into the memory, he joined in an attempt to mend a fracture culture, a culture he had devoted his very existence to for decades. He kept his expectations low and in check, the schism would not be mended this night, but it may be the first step to reunification.

Valdus was flanked by two of his clansmen, one on each-side, representatives of the Bral clan most likely. He was intent on making a good showing of his aliit, to prove that the rumors that the Clans were losing their culture were just that - rumors based in malice. One would assume that the Alor would immediately seek out new Mandalorians to converse with on this historic event, alas that is not where Bral's priorities lay at the current moment. The three Brals imperiously made their way to an unlabeled wooden barrel that lay on its side and hung over the edge of the table it rested upon. After getting himself a large durasteel mug full of the brew Valdus looked around for the organizer of the event. After several seconds of scanning the crowds he saw [member="Strider Garon"] and then approached him. " Su cuy'gar. I'm the Alor of Bral, Valdus Bral." Turning his head away from Strider for a moment as he said, " I've heard little about you ..." he turned back to Strider, looking down into his eyes, " ... though I know you are a man that seeks the thrill of dining with Rancors." The growling, canid voice hinting towards Valdus' internal predictions about what would end up happening tonight.

 

[Strider Garon]

[member="Mig Gred"]
IIlik, a mandalorian he did not know personally, was the first to approach the grizzled veteran. Garon let the cigar smoke escape from his mouth while the other old man made chit chat. Small talk. An icebreaker between strangers that if one was the host, he cannot dodge or duck out of. There was a purpose to this gathering and it begins with such social interactions. "I hope not!" The old roughly blurted, truly hopeful that a old combat medic such as the man before him would not be needed at this function. But, Strider was a pragmatic realist "But, keep your wits about ya just in case someone needs to be patched up"

[member="Valdus Bral"]
It was hard to miss the walking mountain of beskar headed his way. He spoke words to him but Strider was barely listening, he was still in awe at the sheer size of the man. "Ha, dining with rancors!! Looks like your mother went further with one...." The words escaped his mouth with little thought behind if it were insult or not. "You are a beast.." What was his name again, he just said it " Valdus!"That was it "Do other warriors use you as a mobile shield? I bet i can carry a lance and ride your back. Our enemies would think you were one of the legendary Basilisk droids"

While the old man was 'busy' chatting up the iron wall with legs, good chunk of the guests were arriving. All were invited, but many were believed were not going to show. Political environment and all. The likes of [member="Koda Fett"] raised a few eyebrows. He was not the first lonewolf we ever had to suffer but he certainly was the more talented one. A infamous bounty hunter, well known through out the galaxy. What ever he was, he was still a man and warrior that earned respect through his exploits. Well, at the very least, Strider respected him. The rest of the guests were mingling and will have to mingle some more till Mand'alor showed up. Once she arrived the alors would make a quick detour to the side room while the rest kept up with marry making and draining the free bar.

[member="Milla Ordo"] [member="Arla Balor"] [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Ardgal Raxis"] [member="Rythe Skirata"] [member="Alar Shysa"] [member="Gilamar Skirata"] [member="Connory Monroe"] [member="Zephyr Carrick"]

 

[Adenn Kyramud]

Adenn took note of how the companion with [member="Ardgal Raxis"] tensed. That spoke volumes for Adenn, and showed that these people weren't the usual Mandos, and thus probably not in the UCM. He grinned slightly at the firm grasp before letting go nodding to his name. Then his companion spoke and Adenn turned his attention to her. So, she didn't trust him, well, to each their own. He nodded to her and was going to respond when Ardgal spoke once more. At his comment, Adenn couldn't help but chuckle. At his sorry comment, Adenn merely shook his head. It was fine with him, to each their own.
"To each their own vod, I don't blame her. But I do worry for whoever she snags tonight." Adenn chuckled, shaking his head in amusement.

Meanwhile his dragon reared back slightly at the prod from Alexa. It snorted before shaking its head then leaning forward and doing the same to the basalisk. When it began to circle him, the dragon merely sat patiently, following it quietly with its eyes and slightly with its head. Adenn though laughed at the racket the basalisk was creating, it was rather large. Once the basalisk was finished with its survey, the Tracyn Mirshko began its own. It nudged the basalisk curiously, then circled it as well, sniffing it and flicking it slightly with its ears.

"Indeed, someone is." Adenn laughed as well, watching the antics between the two. "Oh me? Just been working on helping out the UCM, fighting some wars, and building up my clan."

It was at that moment that the Tracyn Mirshko(now named Calyr, xD) sat up on its back haunches. Calyr experimentally reached a front paw out to try and touch the basalisk, head tilted sideways. At the sight, Adenn snorted and shook his head. Really, his dragon was acting as if he'd never seen a basalisk before. Then again, now that he thought about it, perhaps Calyr hadn't.

[member="Strider Garon"] [member="Valdus Bral"] [member="Milla Ordo"] [member="Ardgal Raxis"] [member="Arla Balor"] [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Koda Fett"] [member="Mig Gred"] [member="Rythe Skirata"] [member="Alar Shysa"] [member="Gilamar Skirata"] [member="Connory Monroe"]

"Ni Ceta," he said. "She's spent too long in the field. We've basically been on an extended tour of duty for over three years in the Outer Rim, the last excursion on Pzob didn't do her any favors." Of course there was also the fact that she had spent three years after that looking for him, only to find him encased in carbonite on his way to a prison planet in the Unknown Regions, but that was hardly the point right now.

Alexa's nose-like shock-wave generator nods prodded at the Tracyn Mirshko inquisitively. It rose up just a little, giving an answering whirl from within its haunches. The droid, unsatisfied with its initial survey rose up and began circling the dragon curiously. As it walked, the massive machine knocked over more chairs carelessly, causing a larger racket than before.

Ardgal couldn't help but laugh, "At least someone is making a new friend. What about you, what have you been up to in recent history?"