This is home (Mandos & Friends)

[Gilamar Skirata]

After greeting Ordo entering the large home he grunted and made his way to Strider, clapping him on the back. "Compensating much?" the old man chuckled. Looking behind him he realized he had lost Tali in the group. It was okay, he trusted these men and women, and she needed to practice her Mando'a anyways, it would be good for her. Looking back to Strider he pulled out his own flask from his shirt pocket and nudged it toward the bar. "Got anything I could fill 'er up with?"
@[member="Strider Garon"]

 

[Grimm]

He finally stopped his speeder in front of his home and jumped off his vehicle. He slowly walked to the doors of the home, and roughly pushed the door open. Causing a rather large sound that could be heard throughout the house, he was never a quiet fellow. Walking into the room that held the most people and leaning on the door. He decided to try to blend in but really it was a simply task...maybe.

"Buir, how are you. It seems you have started a party..." He said in calm matter, still with his cloak covering his face.

@[member="Strider Garon"]

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Big mistake, walking into a room while the other person hadn't entered. The young Sith, or whomever it was, had entered the home and residence of some of the galaxy's fiercest warriors. Preliat saw him lean on the door, and walked up behind him. Grasping his hood, he yanked down the cloak that was covering his face. The Rally Master's next move, was quite frankly, rude. He shoved him by his shoulder, aiming to displace him from leaning on the wall. He stared at the back of him for a while, before speaking.

"Stop all that mysterious visitor strange nonsense before I rip you a new nerf herder, or worse, give you a haircut. And show some respect in the presence of the Mand'alor."


@Grimm @Gilamar Skirata

 

[Arla Ordo]

Arla hugged Ordo. He was protective like a brother they were not more than that. She knew him. She smiled at Strider but before she could greet him he moved away to introduce his new son.

Family. Everyone had someone.

She went to find a drink standing near the end of the room. How was she going to fit in. She reached up and twirled her red hair between her fingers a nervous habit. She drank half her glass and then "CONGRATULATIONS!" She yelled.

Then she smiled.

@[member="Strider Garon"]. @[member="Ordo"]

 

[Ordo]

@[member="Arla Balor"] @[member="Strider Garon"]

Ordo had already forgotten hugging the younger woman by the time the drink started flowing.

Ar'ika was a good woman and a good kid. That went without saying and like all his vode he'd fight and die for her. That was his way. When he called someone Ner Vod, they were family until they died or he did and even then he would remember them every morning when he renewed his promise to remember his lost vode.

But now he was drinking and laughing like the fool he was.

Ordo began to laugh as Preliat "wrecking ball" Mantis began giving Grimm the brint of the Corellian hells and decided to ease the brief tension and began to sing.
"HEY!" he yelled before begining.

'Kote!
Kandosii sa ka'rta, Vode an.
Manda'yaim a'den mhi, Vode an.
Bal kote, darasuum kote,
Jorso'ran kando a tome.
Sa kyr'am nau tracyn kad, Vode an.

Kandosii sa ka'rta, Vode an.
Manda'yaim a'den mhi, Vode an.
Bal...
Motir ca'tra nau tracinya.
Gra'tua cuun hett su dralshy'a.
Aruetyc talyc runi'la solus cet o'r.
Motir ca'tra nau tracinya.
Gra'tua cuun hett su dralshy'a.
Aruetyc talyc runi'la trattok'o.
Sa kyr'am nau tracyn kad, Vode an!'

What he lacked in tune he made up for with volume and what he lacked in pitch he made up for, well with volume but he didn't care it was a day for family. Even if Ordo was alone when he left for now he would forget and enjoy.

 

[Tresk Ak'lya]

Tresk almost jumped when @[member="Strider Garon"] stood next him and yelled. In his ear. That hurt. Adopted? Wait, what? Where did that come from? Doing a simple job for a mandalorian had gotten him a family, and not one he had imagined. Ah, well. Hopefully they weren't like those he had met in the past. Nothing more than thugs, mindless brutes who lived for money alone.

Hopefully they were better.

A drink? Odd. He took a sip, fully expecting it to be stronger than anything else he had drunk.

@[member="Henry Garon"] @Ordo @[member="Strider Garon"] @Atia Santorus @Grimm @Gilamar Skirata @[member="Arla Balor"] @Teroch Gra'tua @[member="Preliat Mantis"]

 

[Strider Garon]

"Home is what a man makes to fill family and friends with. I have a big home because i have family and many friends to fill it" He gave the old Mand'alor a sly smirk then he pointed towards his fully stocked bar "I also have enough booze to keep everyone happy for days".
@[member="Gilamar Skirata"]

The bothan seemed somewhat confused on what was happening and maybe the adoption was lost in translation from the words of Mando'a to galactic basic. But the assumption was right, Tresk wouldn't give up the opportunity to feel accepted and a place of belonging. It brought a smile to the old Mando's face to see the bothan getting the warm welcome he deserved. "Go Tresk, have fun and welcome to my family"
@[member="Tresk Ak'lya"]

Strider was then appraoched by his adopted son Grimm and before he could give the boy the warm welcome he deserved he was quickly confronted by one of the hot tempered Rally Masters. Strider stepped between the two in attempts to quell the situation "Calm yourself vod!" Strider snarled towards Prelait " I appreciate the protectiveness you have over my home and those in it, but this is my son Grimm, he like you all are welcomed here"
@[member="Preliat Mantis"] @[member="Grimm"]

 

[Preliat Mantis]

@[member="Strider Garon"] @[member="Grimm"] @[member="Gilamar Skirata"] @[member="Tresk Ak'lya"]


Preliat's eyes wandered over to Strider, and he walked past Grimm, albeit after shoving him with his shoulder. He turned his head towards him, his shaven mohawk bouncing as he turned to face Strider. He thumbed over at the boy, but decided to speak to him about it later. He saw Ordo singing, and some other friendly people. His face turned a bit sour, realizing that it was time to take his anti-depressant. It helped with his PTSD, so he excused himself and went to the kitchen. He set his helmet on the table, but finally decided to sit down, taking in a deep breath, rubbing his eyes with his fingers, trying to calm himself. Wasn't good to take the meds while on an episode or suffering from an attack, it could make it worse, or make him extremely tired, or not work at all.

He sighed, leaning forward. He resisted the urge to scream, and instead took long, heavy, breaths, to calm himself. He shook slightly, but would recover, if given a moment to collect himself. He was a Mandalorian. Ori'ramikad. The best. Rally Master. He had earned so much, but he still had to suffer this. Wasn't terribly fair.

 

[Teroch Gra'tua]

Teroch Stepped into Strider's house while looking at all the other Mandalorians that had gathered "nice place" he said to himself before sitting down in a nearby chair. As his helmet folded off his head he saw @[member="Preliat Mantis"] shove a cloaked man, but before Teroch could fully stand up, Strider had already handled the matter. He sighed as he sat back down, not before grabbing a drink though "This is gonna be a long day." He said quietly.

@[member="Strider Garon"]