The Golden Festival (ME/Invite Only)

[Gaia Sunaris Cadera]

Sundari, Mandalore.​

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The Golden Festival.​

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Shereshoy. Life. Beauty. Celebration. Fun.​

This was what this day was to commemorate but also to celebrate. A planetary holiday of sorts. They would honor the lives of all those lost in previous wars. And they would drink to a future, a future made for the betterment of their children. Manda'yaim was hurt but she proved resilient. She won a war. She was rebuilt from her smoken destruction to a beauty of the modern world. Terraformed rigorously, expensively, and with utmost precaution and care. The oceans and rivers of Manda'yaim flowed. The wind blew through the forests and plains. The animals, birds, and so forth flock across the planet as cities are rebuilt, people return home from other planets and stations, and a new age of prosperity begins.

The economy was booming with lucrative trade contracts with other nations and with private companies. The exploding various industries proved an economic boom to the Empire's economy, providing a much-needed boost to a government that, just a while ago, was struggling to pay for the terraforming of her home planet.

Approval ratings for the Mand'alor and her meritocratic government were high, although several small groups had arisen that refuted the Mand’alors rule. They preferred another ruler, another life instead. As in any other nation, there would never be full contentment. It was a natural part of any nation.

The economy soared with high wages and low unemployment. The post wars baby boom had dramatically increased the population, with schools being built in record numbers. The military was exploding with recruits, funding, and equipment from starships to simple blasters. The scientists of Manda'yaim were bringing forth new inventions for the people, government, and military. The engineers producing more, better, and state of the art ships. The laborers worked to rebuild the cities of Mandalore, plant their fields, and raise their children in peace. With full bellies. With happiness. With futures.

On this day, people all over Mandalore and her sister worlds would celebrate a new Empire. A Mandalorian Empire that, while honored her past and traditions, but also carried forth into a future. A future where scientists, engineers, laborers, and military workers could all work together to build something more than just crusades. They could build a nation.

On this day, we celebrate a new Mandalorian Golden Age. A new era has arisen to the Mandalorian Empire, an era of prosperity, of trade, of growth.

Under the large, beautiful trees in the park in Sundari, a festival would take place - one out of many across Mandalorian space. This festival would have food, alcohol, games, duels, and other sorts of fun competitions.

This was to celebrate a new Golden Age. The Infernals Golden Age.

Objectives:

1. 
   Have fun! Eat, drink, listen to the live concerts, have fun! Find your soulmate, reconnect with your long lost brother!
   
2. 
   Sign up for duels! There will be a dueling section where you and whomever you team up with can fight! You guys get to decide the rules (so long as it stays in the arena!)
   
3. 
   Guard the event! Maybe some thieves will show, or some drunken brawls will break out. It’s up to you to stop them!
   
4. 
   Bring Your Own Objective! Fight crime, ID those kids that snuck into the adult area, sweep the streets. Meet up with other business owners and sign contracts! Whatever you want (within reason, we’re watching you!)
   

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Open to Public Musuems, Attractions During the Festival (free admission only today!)

Concert Hall (main)

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[member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Raiz Australis"] [member="Kaden Mantis"] [member="Artemis Lux"] [member="Shia Kryze"] [member="Gray Raxis"] [member="Adora Namadi"] [member="Kervo Namadi"] [member="Karsan Calnov"] [member="Cassiopeia Australis"] [member="Parja-Kal"] [member="Quoron Mantis"] [member="Tal Vizsla"] [member="Lisset Australis"] [member="Avia Wren"] [member="Connory"] [member="Caz Australis"] [member="Dorn Skirata"] [member="Amanda Kryze"] [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] [member="Amaya Cardei"] [member="Skosk Australis"] [member="Rex Taff"] [member="Spencer Australis"] [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Keira Verd"] [member="Rhaegar Nemesis Dib"] [member="Ginnie Dib"] [member="Ra’amah"] [member="Nita Quez"] [member="Johanes Quez"] [member="Cynthia Solus"] [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Acaleus Thorn"] [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Bha’lir Australis"] [member="Gerarich Thanor"] [member="Jor Kvall"] [member="Ambrose Mantis"] [member="Rory Baccus"] [member="Nibsani"] [member="A'den Kyr'am"] [member="Skorvek"] [member="Meerax Quez"] [member="Stardust Bloodstone"] [member="Lily-Grace Australis"] [member="Tristan Wren"] [member="Arthur Raven"] [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Tom Taff"] [member="Mykes Vatak"] [member="Stardust Bloodstone"] [member="Garrus Garon"] [member="Petria Breguet"] [member="Mavarah"] [member="Jake Awaud"]

 

[Shia Kryze]

Just for once, it was good not to be in charge.

Actually, Shia reflected, it was very good not to be in charge period. But she didn't really have that luxury very often.

But today she did, beneath the dome of Sundari in the shade of the leafy green trees, she walked casually unarmored (mostly) with only the darksaber as any form of protection, tucked neatly into folded obi-style belt she'd picked up from Baiko's wardrobe and found, frankly, quite classy.

She wasn't drunk, not yet, it took a lot more tiahaar than she had currently consumed to impact her system, but as she walked from stall to stall sampling foods or listening to entertainment she was steadfastly determined that for once, she might end up that way.

It was, after all, the likely outcome of going to a party - and how they normally ended for her.

 

[Gaia Sunaris Cadera]

Beth had volunteered to help set up the festival. She helped set up tents, get the food cart in, and so forth. She had spent the entire morning working, getting ready for what was hopefully going to be one of the most eventful festivals in a long time. She excitedly made sure that things would go as smoothly as possible.

Of course, she only volunteered for the setup. During the actual festival, she would be an attendee! As such, the girl wore her hair in a small braid around her head. She wore a dark, deep blue dress with small lavender bits scattered throughout. She kept her pistol hidden on her leg, just in case. It was always good to be prepared for a scene, although with the heavy police presence she wasn't too worried about it. There was plenty of security throughout the event - although, there was not enough to be overwhelming to attendees.

Beth was eating some pink cotton candy, though, sitting on a park bench under a large, blooming tree. She smiled, her ears fully perked as she watched the festivities going on in the background. She could hear the concert music beginning to fill up the air around them. Several different areas had different genres of music, hopeful that there would be some music everyone may find themselves drawn too.

She wondered who all would come. She expected [member="Yasha Mantis"] to show. Maybe [member="Kaine Australis"]. Some people from other nations were invited too, like [member="Lady Kay"], [member="Loreena Arenais"] and [member="Caedyn Arenais"]. She could only help but wonder if they would come or not. Even if they didn't, there was plenty of people showing up. She saw [member="Shia "] walking through the growing crowds.

Life was good. She crossed her legs, taking small bites out of her candy. Things were going to be okay.

 

[Spare Character]

Lilik had attended many galas across her nearly eighty years of life. She had been asked to attack, to protect, to stalk, and to gather information. She had worn the flashy shoes, eaten the fancy food, and even danced when her cover was on the line.

And she had hated every stinking minute of it.

Never had the hunter felt less genuine, less capable, less like a woman, than when she was poured into a floofy dress. Had she had less control over her expression, she might have sneered as a similar floofy dress sashayed by her. How was someone expected to function when she could hardly breathe? And what was the benefit to shoving her breasts up to her chin? Could she hide more weapons on her that way? Without thinking, the raven-hared warrior dropped her gaze to scan her own chest. Not that she had anything to worry about in that department; Lilik doubted that even a single blade could be concealed down there.

Recognizing how foolish the train of thought was, her attention snapped back to her surroundings. She was wrong to let her mind wander as freely as the partygoers who mingled around her. She was not an attendee - she was on security detail. This was not a position she was forced into, of course. On the contrary, some of her fellow hunters had encouraged her to let her guard down for the night, and simply enjoy herself. They had no idea how much they were asking of her.

So she had forgone the gown, and opted instead for her favorite outfit - black slacks, and a black, sleeveless top. The only pop of color was in her vibrant orange eyes, glaring against her pale skin and dark hair. There was no need for stealth here, but that mattered little; even though she could literally turn invisible, clothes that allowed her to do so remained her preference. Lilik crossed her arms loosely against her well-below-the-chin chest, and was content to simply observe.

 

[Aspri]

In her head she was thinking of a few ways to get back at her sister [member="Mavarah"] for dragging her to this Festival as she walked around in a dress that her sis picked for her atleast she thought the design through enough to accommodate the wings that she retracted back as much as she could which isn't saying much, She just kept walking around taking in the scenery as she stumbled a bit almost tripping over her own dress of all things she wondered why people celebrate these things in the galaxy they are in being such a cruel thing but then again the only culture she saw was Iego and even then it was simple abusive parents and teacher so that wasn't the best thing to teach her about the world as she kept herself off to the side and out of the way of people as she stood there she wasn't the best as social interaction and everything here was new to her

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[member="Beth Australis-Mantis"]

 

[Gaia Sunaris Cadera]

Beth saw [member="Aspri"] a little late, but once she caught her she couldn't help but thank the Goddesses that [member="Mavarah"] got her to come. Beth immediately jumped up and ran over to Aspri, with a huge grin on her face. Aspri had some... Social interactions issues, but nothing that couldn't be fixed! Even Beth had plenty of social awkwardness at first. From being basically homeless in a tent on Mygeeto to being the daughter of Kaine Australis & Yasha Mantis. It had some perks - like an intensive education in literally everything.

"Aspri!"

She waved as she skipped over to the woman. She was wearing an absolutely gorgeous dress. "I love your dress!" First, she had to make sure the woman felt calm. She knew Aspri wasn't exactly a light sided angel and... Well, she kinda gave dark sided vibes most of the time. But still, Aspri was someone who was trying and as such, Beth was naturally obliged to help!

"I'm so glad you came! I really didn't think you would come, even if Mavarah insisted. There is going to be so much to do. Food, concerts, weird things to buy in shady tents. It's perfect!" Beth was maybe a little too happy, but that was naturally who she was. She was a happy teenager. She perked a brow, wondering what Aspri would like to do first.

 

[Jaster Awaud]

Near one of the tents sat a surrounding of metallic tables with military style fold out seats arranged around it. The Tent itself was rather large, able to hold a couple of barrels and supplies needed for the occasion that was now arrived. There at one of the tables sat ten or so men and women crowded around a singular table. All of them wore Black and Red type clothing, the Sigil of Clan Awaud was pressed against pieces of cloths, some wore a necklaces holding its symbol, or it was just added to their clothing. They were making a ruckus as they chanted and cheered to a scene that was in the center of the group.

With a small gap forming and revealing the core of the attention, sat Jaster Awaud. One hand was clinched against another, wrestling to gain leverage over the other that was his opponent. In the other hand was a clay tankard of Tiahaar, lifted up to his lips where he was gulping it down. Once the large cup was emptied, he slambed the object against his head, shattering the thick clay cup into a thousand pieces. Now with a grin on his face, the other man broke composure as he braced for the worse, but it was to late. Jaster slammed his opponents hand against the table and won the match.

"Nice job Telhoran, you have worrier spirit just for challenging me," Jaster stood up and patted the man on his back, "We welcome you into Clan Awaud, enjoy the party and next rounds on me."

Jaster waved to the barmaid as she brought another round of Clay Tankards filled to the brim with the nectar of worriers. He clanked his mugs with his clansman and began to sing, "Buy'ce gal-"

With that the rest of the party took sips of their drinks and began to sing along with him,
"Buy'ce gal, buy'ce tal
Vebor'ad ures aliit
Mhi draar baat'i meg'parjii'se
Kote lo'shebs'ul narit"

Jaster laughed as they finished their little drinking shanty and raised their mugs again, "Today we drink as Mando'ad, may tomorrow we drink with Manda."

[member="Beth Australis-Mantis"] [member="Shia Kryze"] [member="Aspri"] [member="Spare Character"]

 

[Aspri]

She was somewhat enjoying the solitude probably because shes used to it aside from being with Mavarah and that most of the people she meets she's either protecting her sister from them wanting to capture or hurt her or herself she never did make time to be social with much of anyone, She turned to [member="Beth Australis-Mantis"] who took note of her and started running over to her and complimenting her something she was not used too so she had no way to react to the compliments as her face turned red with embarrassment but she did her best to respond to her.

You'll be surprised how persuasive my little sister can be even for me, you would definitely know more about whats best to visit first then I do...I only know about my time on Iego ....thats about it...


She didnt even know if she was answering properly or not she hated socializing mainly because she wasnt the best for it..

 

[Gaia Sunaris Cadera]

Beth had a big, large grin as she looked towards [member="Aspri"]. Aspri had come into her life due to Skosk and Mavarah finding each other and falling in love. Aspri, though, didn't seem to be very... Socially inclined. Which she was totally fine with introverted! She just... Acted kinda weird, around people.

Beth had made it a personal goal to help her feel more 'fit in' but without compromising the awesome characteristics that made Aspri, well, Aspri! Beth loved [member="Skosk Australis"], [member="Mavarah"], and Aspri as if they were her own family. She wanted them to be happy around her and other similar folks.

She giggled slightly at Aspri's comment about her sister. "Well, are you hungry first? There are tons of places to eat. And there is dancing. Have you ever danced before? Lots of concerts. And there are also some virtual reality games, holo games, ummm... There is really a lot to do. Oh, we could get your face painted!"

Beth beamed with ideas, hopeful that Aspri would find one she might like. If not, the girl would take hold of Aspri's hand and begin to drag her to one of the many food stalls. It was always good to start with food.

 

[Alkor Centaris]

The booze in Sundari was among the best in all the galaxy. To a long time alcoholic who nearly claimed dependecy on the stuff, the chance to sit and partake without any expectation or demand was nothing short of cathartic. He was told to dress more casually than armor, despite the normalcy of armor in Mandalorian culture, for the sake of showing solidarity under the protection of Sundari. It was a time for friendship and fun, not for fighting, and so he wore something closer to what he once did, long before he learned to wear the armor like a second skin. After all this time, it was this sort of clothing that brought him discomfort, and the protective weight of beskar that comforted him. Thankfully, with the protection of those who served tirelessly, there was no need for worry.

The jacket of a Corellian space jockey was among the few relics of his past life that Alkor held on to. He had never met the man who fathered him, and for most of his life, the article of clothing was far too large to fit, but it was all he had left of his mother. She told him once, when he was very young and she was high on spice, that he was a handsome and charming man, and despite him leaving her alone, she never stopped loving him. Alkor wondered if that was what it meant to love- to care for someone, even if they hurt you.

​Had he ever been loved? Had he ever been in love? There were so many questions left unanswered when the Force was stripped away that he only now understood any part of. In a galaxy of jumbled and jarred, jilted emotions, his own were no different than those around him. When he first panicked, devoid of all other feelings, he realized instantly that those sensations belonged to him. They were his own.

​Inherent dangers to the Force few people considered were that when everything was connected, everything held less individual meaning. The Jedi seemed to understand that to some degree, with their reverence toward the fleeting nature of life, and yet they eschewed it in favor of a collective worthlessness, selling their souls to the task of protecting a thankless galaxy. Alkor wondered absently what that felt like as he downed a handle of Corellian Whiskey, one of his tried and true poisons, something he had not been able to enjoy in several long years. The Wue'gi'vod spared no expense to stress the importance of this festival to the Mando'ade, to their triumphs, to their good health, to the future. He stared with glassy eyes into the bottle, a sad smile on his face, and remembered the life he was never allowed to live.

If he had the chance, could he have saved his mother? Could he have done it all differently, if only he had never taken a life? What would he be now, if he had never become the killer he was?

None of that mattered the instant Mand'alor said the words Cin'vhetin and offered her hand. He knew that. He understood, and he was thankful in a way the woman might never truly comprehend, and yet the young Alkor bathed in darkness, tears at the edges of his eyes stared back at him from the depths of the bottle, tormenting him. Some demons would never die.

He glanced up to see [member="Kaine Australis"] nearby, and nodded as he lifted his bottle slightly in greeting. Alkor knew better than to interrupt a man alone with his thoughts. Today was a happy day, a day meant for merriment and good tidings. He managed his broadest smile in the face of his own depression and remembered what was important. He had a family. [member="Keira Verd"], and in a more extended capacity, the rest of the Mando'ade. They would be the brothers and sisters he never had, now and forever.

The Mandalorian found no end of solace in that fact.

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[Yasha Cadera]

Mand’alor the Infernal walked into the Golden Festival enswathed by a gold gown of loose spidersilk, her hair plaited in an intricate braid atop her head. This was an evening for celebration and life! The jewels upon her décolletage were inherited from her mother’s noble family of Panathan origin, and in honour of the event, Yasha even put a necklace into Adara’s hair as a little headband wrapped on the underside with chersilk so it didn’t catch in her daughter’s raven hair.

For once, and perhaps for many only this one night, Yasha Mantis wore no armour. The trust she displayed in her fellow Mando’ade was enormous, and as she walked through the crowd, a head taller than the vast majority of the Mando’ade, the Epicanthix beauty smiled and enjoyed brief moments of anonymity within the shocked and cordial glances.

The Mandalorian vendors gave without restraint, and guarded by the long-distance glances of [member="Ambrose Mantis"] [member="Lilik Mantis"] and her beloved peoples, Yasha felt safe. She walked with Adara, draped in a silver dress, currently carried by her nanny Tamar standing behind her.

She laughed at the antics of Clan Awaud, seeing [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] enjoying the initiation of another for his own. Yasha grinned unabashedly, and nodded to herself as she nibbled on a pastry from another vendor booth.

Shereshoy, a glut of joy and living, was fully at play and to see the Mando’ade relax in their culture and community helped a metric ton of weight lift off of the Infernal’s shoulders. She saw [member="Lilik Mantis"] glowering to the side, and her grin neither dimmed nor shifted.

This was as friendly as Lilik could get, and Yasha made a mental note to salvage her friend’s evening by nodding Lilik over and walking further toward the South side of the exhibits and cultural exhibitions.

“Are you to brawl, your high-“

“Aiya, remember.” Yasha cautioned the other Nanny, stepping in as her want, beside Tamar. The Panathan bowed her head, a prim smile on her face as she smoothed her burgundy chersilk attire.

“Yes, equals. You Mandalorians are strange, you most of all, daughter of Panatha, and yet you refuse the honourifics. I will remember. Will you brawl tonight?” Aiya was a tricky one, of the two wet nurses sent by Kaine Zambrano to aide Yasha in the rearing of her Epicanthix/Human hybrid daughter, Aiya was by far the most vocal of her own cultural opinions.

Someday the woman would be reached. Until then, Yasha shrugged and paid another vendor for another round of pastries for her little entourage. “Oh, I don’t know. If the right brawl comes up I don’t mind jumping in. Why don’t you and Tamar take in the sights, Aiya? There’s never been a better time to discover Mandalorian culture than tonight. I’ll be fine, you don’t need to serve.”

Aya went to speak and thought better of it, nodding curtly as she looked to Tamar. Tamar, however, was far more willing to stare at [member="Shia Kryze"] and her black dress. Aya cleared her throat, then rolled her eyes. Tamar and her wild eyes again.

Spying her daughter [member="Beth Australis-Mantis"] in the distance, Yasha waved and spun in a circle. Beth insisted that for one night Yasha could wear a dress. Just one, Mom! Just one, pleeeaaaasssee? The pleading worked. There they were, Yasha’s black painted lips and olive skin glistening with golden highlight and cosmetics.

“Ah, I see. Tamar, Aiya, why don’t you take Adara to get some cotton candy and I’ll meet you by the giant illuminating mushrooms?” [member="Alkor Centaris"] sat at the liquor garden, lofting his glass up for the sight of [member="Kaine Australis"]. Yasha sent off her entourage, and walked over, her near seven foot height punctuated even further by gold-toned heeled boots under her flowing golden dress. She picked up a mug of tihaar and sipped it before walking over to Alkor and raising it high.

“To continued beginnings, and the love of aliit, Centaris. It is most good to see you here.” An uncharacteristic, but kind grin on the Infernal’s face, Yasha tapped Alkor’s bottle and tipped her tihaar back. “Please enjoy yourself tonight. Let all else fade for the beauty of this night… if you’ll pardon me, I think one Mando’ad requires a bit of a further push toward that enjoyment quotient. Would you like to come with?”

In the years Yasha had known Kaine Australis, she’d grown to accept his body language while draped in his green and black beskar’gam. The Kaine who sat at the table sipping beer from a straw was not the jovial man she knew and expected at a party of this magnitude.

Yasha couldn’t help the chuckle which tipped from her ribcage as she walked over, grabbing a second mug along the way, and sliding the second mug over to Kaine as a peace offering.

“Su cuy’ar, Kain’ik. Hmmm. How is a simple Mandalorian girl going to wrest that scowl from her Warmaster’s buy’ce? Shall she offer an arm wrestling contest? A race to the top of the art exhibit path? A brawl, perhaps, with a competitor you’ve never fought before? Mmmmmm no. None of those.” The radiant and glowing Mand’alor perched on the seat beside Kaine, back to the bar, and put her hand on Kain’ik’s arm, her cheek on his shoulder.

“By Manda, maybe I ought to put you in a dress.” Yasha laughed, clear and unencumbered by the worries and stresses of her younger days. “My dour Warmaster.”

 

[Ryan]

Cengiz Garon, a bastard out of untold many of the infamous and legendary Strider Garon, found himself in awe as he ventured into the domed city of Sundari. He wore simple black garb which gave him a look a either a tourist or refugee. He was a tall ruggedly handsome man with his father's olive skin and long black hair. He was heavily muscled and sported a groomed beard. He was a finely chisseled form, evident of a man that took care of himself and lived a life of hard labors. He only had a hunting knife on his black belt that held the garb together. HIs weapons and armor were left back on the ship.

Today was a special day, a festival and for the Garon it was his first time back on Mandalore since he was a pup. The lights were programmed to a festive mood setting, gold ribbons and gold confetti, balloons and everything were everywhere. It was certainly an assault on the visual senses, especially for man that was not use to such extravagance. Cengiz had spent most of his life on Trammis III, a harsh world where almost most everything wanted to kill and eat you...... sometimes the other-way around. Home was a hidden bunker, a secret holding of the Clan Garon where not just Cengiz was stationed. The clan long ago, like many others, decided to react in their own best interest of survival as the galaxy had set to exterminate the mandalorian populace on multiple occasions. War, Plague, natural disaster. With that threat in mind, they had set up holdings through out the galaxy, usually on remote outback worlds like the one Cengiz was dumped on, to ensure survival and longevity of the clan.

Some had always thought of mandalorians as savage beasts, uncivilized or so he was informed as he overheard merchants in the market of Trammis. Must of been true for so many have said it and he himself had little interactions with other Mandalorians sides from those clansmen that resided in the bunker. It must of been true, his upbringing was nothing short of savage, for day to day on that dreadful planet was a feat of survival. The choice in settling on Trammis III was not a real estate blunder but a opportunity in the making. It was a place not just to hide and preserve the future of the clan but also to shape and mold the youth into the image that the clan saw fit to be warriors. So like his brothers before him, he quickly learned the trades of the jungle for death was certain if you did not. But as he layed his eyes on this world, the beauty and magnatude of its industry and this very city of dome engenuity, it seemed that tales of Barbary were nothing but myths. His glacier blue hues got a glimps of a woman, slender yet athletically built with fine tailored fabric upon her. He was yet to know Mand'alor, but he has seen her visage and found the woman to be beautiful.

There were many mandalorians about him, lots in armor, lots in dress formal. Those that were not armored must of felt uncomfortable to be without, was part of their nature to be clad in beskar as if it were their skin from birth. For Cengiz, a man of the jungles, He had rarely relied on armor. So be here with out was not what made him out of place. He knew this place was suppose to feel like home, a yearning that always gripped for his heart. Was how his father and the elders spoke of this planet. But he did not feel it, almost as if he did not belong. But he kept his head high and continued on taking in the sights.

 

[Gaia Sunaris Cadera]

Cassiopeia showed up to the festival a bit later than the rest. She had only gotten to Mandalore from Myrkr a couple days before with her two kids, Lily and Dimitri. They were both little toddlers, still. She had arrived with them and a nanny that they hired to watch over them. She lived with her and Raiz, either as a housekeeper or a babysitter essentially. Cassiopeia had asked the nanny, Margie, if she wanted to come along to watch the kids. Plus, that way, Cassiopeia could get some serious destressing time with [member="Yasha Mantis"] and some of the others who would be at the festival.

It was an amazing time in her life, but difficult. Her marriage was in truth being stressed by [member="Kaine Australis"] incarceration. It had worked out for Beth, Yasha, Adara, and the others who called Mandalore their home. But for those on Myrkr and Westralis, they had to pick up Kaine's lack of a presence. As such, Raiz was the primary worker for the Clan and for MandalArms. Cassiopeia helped where she could, but she tried to not get under her husband's feet - the stress had greatly impacted Raiz. Plus, she had her own operations to run - the school system, the council, and other affairs that required her attention pertaining to the Mandalorian Empire.

Her and Raiz couldn't do it all and the stress was coming between the two of them, despite the happiness their little family had. She felt like they could get through it, though. They had to, right?

In either case, Cassiopeia showed up to the festival wearing a simple white dress with her hair pulled back in a bun with her bangs on her forehead. She saw Beth with... A darker looking, woman? That girl... Kaine, [member="Alkor Centaris"], and Yasha were at the bar. The bar seemed like a good place to be. She gave her little kids a kiss on the foreheads and told them to listen to Margie. The nanny took them over to the kid's section, where they could play in blow up houses and the like.

From there, Cassiopeia walked over to the bar where the others were. She gave a small wave as she showed up. "Hey, gu--"... Suddenly, she accidentally tripped over something? Her own feet? She immediately went forward, flying straight into Alkor & Kaine, most likely causing them to drop their beverages either on the ground, the barkeep, their clothes, or on Cassiopeia. Cassiopeia tried to catch herself on the barkeep but ended up falling sideways, knocking an empty chair over. Her cheeks were bright red, her ankle hurt, and oh man... The embarrassment.

 

[Alkor Centaris]

"Of course, Mand'alor," he assented to [member="Yasha Mantis"], standing as the woman began toward [member="Kaine Australis"] . They were barely there for a moment before another voice greeted him, and he turned to see a young woman hurrying in their direction. It was the Warmaster's adoptive daughter.

Without a HUD or Force Senses to sense it coming, Alkor had only his reaction time to respond to the sight of [member="Cassiopeia Australis"] plunging forward toward them. His first instinct, of course, was to ensure her safety by losing the bottle- a woeful thing indeed, and he would lament it after the fact- as the handle of Whiskey shattered and splashed him with acrid drink.

He grunted as he peeled off his shirt and jacket, then hung them over a barstool to dry. Alkor offered his hand to the woman, muscles glistening in the ambient lighting. Scars were visible all over his torso, evidence of a life of war and danger. There were hideous burns and areas that we're obviously grafted as well, a different tone from the rest of his tanned flesh.

"Be careful, bur'cya," he told her, "that first step is a Bantha."

 

[Gaia Sunaris Cadera]

Rationally, she knew what had happened was only a few seconds at most. But the reality that she just tripped into not only [member="Kaine Australis"] but [member="Alkor Centaris"] and with [member="Yasha Mantis"] right next to Kaine, was devastating to her already fragile confidence. With everything going on, did this really have to happen? Cassiopeia's cheek burned and showed through with a bright red across them.

The primary accidental target, Alkor, seemed to react with some good speed at least. Regrettably, it meant that it landed all over his shirt. Which he then took off and placed on a stool.

Cassiopeia was on the ground. She was debating if she should just pretend to die here. Maybe they wouldn't check her pulse and they'd just carry her out and let her die. Her own dress has some of the liquor that got thrown about on it, staining the white fabric. It was better to never get up, surely. The only problem was that when she looked upwards, Alkor was already offering a hand to help her up. She frowned although seeing his bare chest - maybe it wasn't too bad what happened.

She took his hand and stood up. Afterward, she wiped her dress with her hands although the wetness of some of the liquor on the dress would stay there until she could find a change of clothes. "I am, so, so sorry," she said a couple times towards Alkor, Kaine, and Yasha. "I don't even know what I tripped over, goodness..." She was still red, although noticing Yasha in her dress Cassiopeia couldn't help but smile. "Yasha! Good Manda you look absolutely gorgeous in that dress! I'm guessing Beth made you wear it, eh?" She winked playfully.

She sighed, "I'm sorry again," she said primarily to Alkor - who's shirt and jacket now lay in ruin. But hey, on the plus side, Yasha and Cassiopeia both got a good look at what was underneath!

 

[Aspri]

As she listened to this some of these words made no sense to her aside from the face painting food and dancing she felt so embarrassed that she didn't know all this stuff and it would be obvious to [member="Beth Australis-Mantis"] that she was a bit Red around the cheeks before she did her best to answer her as her wings stretched for a moment before retracting.

I...only know about three of those words....I never knew how to dance but I have seen people dance but never tried it myself and the only painting iv had on me where the tattoos i paint my on arms

As she said that she stretched out her arms that where halfway coated with various symbols and pictures of her life story as it where spanning from her rather abusive time on Iego from her parents and the sith acolyte that taught her all the way to her arrival here at the festival, She made sure her wings did her best to hide her scars on her back from that painful time but some could be seen if one looked.

 

[Jaster Awaud]

Jaster sat with his clan as they continued to sing and drink the night away, this was a party to be enjoyed with good booze and good friends. It was a shame Jaster never really made friends to the end where he could enjoy this party with them. He chose to keep at a distance with the other Clan, even the Mand'alor who he advised for from time to time meant he needed to stay objective. Lost in thought as he did so he caught the child of Mand'alor the Infernal on the corner of his eye.

Adara Mantis, a child growing up now. He then saw the other children of Cassiapeia, Lily and Dimitri who were now playing with other children. To see the next generation at peace and without worry in their little world, it brought a smile to his face.

He was interrupted by one of the females of his clan. "Alor, is everything alright?"

Jaster looked up at her, she was one of the few here that was in full armor excluding her helmet. Deep red hair, and grass green eyes he was able to even see the freckles against her white canvass face. He recognized her immediately, "Ah, Sarah, I am fine, just thinking really," The rest of the Clan calmed down a bit and listened, "The reason most Mandalorians fight is to give reason for their seat with Manda after death, but for Clan Awaud, at least what my grandfather taught me, we fight so the next Generation has an easier battlefield to prove themselves." Chuckling a little he realized that if the other Clans heard him, they would laugh at his commitment to the Mandalorian Culture, "Each Clan has their reason to fight, we preserve and protect our traditions as well as protect other Mandalorains from a way word path that twist our culture to the benefit of a few," Jaster looked back at the children, "Maybe I grow soft in my old age is all."

The others around him smiled and decided to go back to their party. Sarah just patted him on his shoulder and smiled at her Chief. "We follow you because you are a great leader, and you protected us when it costed you your own safety, maybe we should call you the Grandfather of Lost Souls." She smiled like a small child would.

It was at this point Jaster heard a crash and the sound spilling of booze, he cried a little that he knew what that sounded like. He looked over to see [member="Cassiopeia Australis"] who was being picked up by [member="Alkor Centaris"] with [member="Kaine Australis"] and [member="Yasha Mantis"] near the lot of chaos. Of course it were those few who were causing such a mess and noise, maybe the rumors were right, those three were cursed to cause chaos. He nodded to Sarah who turned to join the rest of the clan. He picked up three tankards of booze he knew, and he walked over to the small group and looked at the lot of them.

"Well, seems like you guys know how to throw a party, you okay Cassiopeia?" After he got a response from her he looked to Alkor, "By Manda, are those real?" He lifted one of the tankards to his chest and pressed it into his arms, "Holy Chit, those are real muscles!" He acted supprised to ease the mood and really just tease the man a little. It did not take long for Jaster to catch a glimpse of Yasha however, a devilish smile washed across his face as the man was reading a joke to make the young women feel more uncomfortable. "Yes, Yasha you look delightfully cute today."

He did his best not to laugh, maybe the drink he was having with his Clan were more effective then he though, "Brought a Round on me, Corellion Whisky, Brandy from Brentaal, and Starshine Surprise for anyone feeling risky."

[member="Aspri"] [member="Cengiz Garon"] [member="Beth Australis-Mantis"] [member="Lilik Mantis"]

 

[Yasha Cadera]

All was going according to plan. Show up, dressed in gold, hawk [member="Adara Raxis"] off on the nannies and the other children to have her own playdate of fun. Grab a few drinks, get into a tussle and maybe by the end of it arm wrestle her way to someone other than her doing diplomat duty for a month. [member="Kaine Australis"] made the night all the sweeter, her dependable friend a blissful presence even if he seemed overcome with what Adara would call, 'Baba's grumblies'.

All was going well, she even thought she was seeing a change in [member="Kaine Australis"]’ posture, when [member="Cassiopeia Australis"] tripped and knocked straight into [member="Alkor Centaris"] with a swish, a glug, a crash, and a thud.

“Oh my sweet aunt bippy.” Yasha blinked and cleared her throat, smoothing Alkor’s shirt out across the back of the chair to dry.

“I think it was a gentle entrance you slipped on, Cass… you okay, or shall I shroud you now and let you die real slow?” Yasha grinned, baring her white, predatory teeth at her best friend and fellow young mom. Cassiopeia needed this night more than any of them, she needed a night on the town, something light to occupy her before [member="Raiz Australis"] perked in. Loyal husband, the man worked himself to the bone since… well… since.

Just since.

“Awesome! Right! Drinks for everyone, let’s get back on track with the…” Clearing her throat, Yasha blinked at the half naked Centaris standing between Cassi and herself. Dang. Had it truly been years since…

… Drinking. Yasha needed to focus on drinking.

“You know Bethy. She perked her ears, pouted and gave me those angel eyes and I could only pull out the latest fashions and take a gander with her. I wanted to wear my armour, but… she made a good case for a lack of necessary intimidation. Do I really look okay? It’s not too dowdy?” Pushing off from [member="Kaine Australis"], the Mand’alor spun in a slow circle, her hair’s braids moving as the fabric of her dress swung around, nearly weightless, before settling to hug her curves. The scars which used to exist had faded, thanks to [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]’s intervention, and for the most part Yasha’s skin was the freckled olive skin of an Epicanthix noblewoman. Less tanned than her father’s wage-slave kin.

“Mmmh I don’t think apologies are necessary tonight of all nights. Eh, boys? I’m sure some more liquor and a song or two will clear it all right…. right up. Jaster! Welcome! We were about to… oh good, you’re asking Alkor what we all wanted to… dear Manda in collective paradise this is the best night of my young life.” Grinning with a laugh, Yasha sipped her tihaar and curtseyed for Jaster. “Why thank you, Jaster. Something about proving I’m a real being under the armour, and not a Mand’alor bot. Ah! Starshine Surprise! Jaster you hero, I’ve been dying to get my hands on some… I’ll take a glass of that… you know, for the team.”

The Starshine Surprise was a liquor no human should touch, but for the most hardened of alcoholics. Meant for non-humans, and strong enough to send even the casual sipper flat on their back, Yasha delighted in her potential to sip it all night long.

After all, this?

This was one of those nights she would carry with her the rest of her life. Yasha was certain of it. Even if it started with a glum couple of chums, and Cassiopeia colliding with Alkor’s uncanny chest.

 

[Gaia Sunaris Cadera]

Beth gave an encouraging smile to Aspri. She could see that Beth had already lost her and that she was embarrassed about it. The red glow on Aspri's cheek made it all apparent. Beth felt so bad, she didn't mean to make her feel uncomfortable! "I'm sorry, I kind of got ahead of myself." Beth turned to stand in front of her as she thought about what next to say.

"The best part is learning how to dance! I have no idea either, except for the bit that Baiko has taught me. But, concerts are those things." She pointed to an area with a large band playing various instruments. "They just make music. And virtual reality, holo games, those things are games where you connect yourself into an electronic environment." She gave the girl a smile.

"What is your favorite food?" That might be a good place to start, actually.

Beth took a look as Aspri reached out her arms, showing tattoos of her life story. Beth perked a brow, one of her ears perking as well. "Is this your life...?" She asked as she looked at the various markings, a frown appearing on her lips. She gave a small, sad look to Aspri before giving her a small hug. "We'll make so many happy ones, don't you worry!"

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

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The people here in Sundari were so care free. Armor-less figures wandered the festively lit winding walkways of the large park. The smell of street foods and the sound of laughter somehow made him uneasy. His eyes drifted up towards the dome overhead, its skylanes bright with speeder and ship traffic. Floating signs advertising the Mandalorian Empire's enlistment offices and other various opportunities. His breath became shallow. He blinked and suddenly it was day.

Blaster fire rang out from all directions. He was standing in the same park, clad in the same Beskar'gam he'd worn since the Pirate Wars. His bes'uliik rumbled beneath him as a young Mandalorian on another war beast charged him. He gripped his spear tightly and shouted. The engines of Atin roared to life. A starfighter's engine above exploded, sending it screaming into the building across from the park.

A hand pressed against his shoulder, snapping him back into reality. How long had it been since then that the people here could live such carefree lives? How many had been told to give up their homes or their life? Did the men and women here not feel cheated? Lied to? These weren't the questions he was here to answer. The Mandokarla had given him the courage to return home after so many months. Clad in generic armor and his helmet strapped to his waist he walked among Mandalorian Empire's Mando'ade. At best he rarely he would get weak smiles or at worst some grimaced and turned their backs on the old man. With two Mandalorians fully armored and armed guarding him, the symbol of House Skirata boldly displayed on their armor it was obvious who the man was. Not long after he made his first public appearance to Mandalorians he received a message inviting him to see Mandalore as it was now from the current Mand'alor.

And so he was here.

"Thank you Jak." The Mandalorian nodded and the trio continued walking through the festival.