Wedding Bells & Beer Pong (Mandalorians and Atrisians)

[Ginnie Dib]

The day had arrived none too soon for the pregnant Rally Master of the Mandalorians. Aditya was also a Senior Prefect of the Atrisians and in that capacity Aditya had a precious garment currently being wrapped around her Beskar gam. The kimono was a resplendent piece of embroidery hand made by artisans from Sakura and Atrisia. Sweeping from the crisp white clouds at the shoulders to the deep crimson bottom was the pastoral scene of mountain, village and stream. Phoenix, Griphon and beasts of Atrisians heraldry dressed the embroidered landscape, tied with a thick white obi, the wedding gown made her feel like the noble her rank and her status told her to be.

Not that she'd spent much time feeling the part. The engineer looked at her reflection as the elderly maid from her Atrisians estate combed her hair into an appropriate hairdo. "Do you think this will go well? Party, not the marriage. That can't be defined in a single conversation."

"An Atrisian wedding would be graceful and elegant. This wedding will hopefully combine enough of a mixture for the guests to avoid alcohol poisoning." Bailout said, putting a jade hair comb into Aditya's well coiffed tresses. Aditya laughed. "You're probably right. It's not a Mandalorians wedding until someone passes out from booze or a severe right hook. Guess we're marrying into it properly aren't we?" She rubbed the swelling belly and smiled as Baiko put the final flower in her hair.

"The guests will be arriving soon, would you like one more cup of tea?" Baiko put her hands on Aditya's shoulders and shuffled out to leave the woman with her last thoughts as a widow and a very auspicious guest. "Preliat is ready right? We're all ready."

The tables were set with an intense variety of drinks, food and the odd empty space fit for inevitable brawling, all fanning around the central platform. Doors open, the fellow Mandalorians would be filtering in any time.

OOC: This is meant for the Mandalorians and Atrisians to come together to celebrate Aditya and Preliat on their wedding day. All friends are welcome. All threats will be dealt with by an array of amour wearing fight hungry Mandos. Cheers!

 

[Not Ordo]

[member="Aditya Mantis"]

Kyr walked toward the building where he was intended to stand for his clan in wishing the best for the new couple. He had been married once to a pretty young woman. She had been Mandalorian, of course, and they had been happy together. They had wonderful children and despite Kyr's having to take some less than savory work over the years he had never let his family feel it. Did he enjoy seeing a couple bound together as these two were as he had been? Not really. Did he genuinely wish them well. Yes, he did.

He walked to the doors and let himself in. The lights played across his black and tan battle armor as he looked for a place to stand where he would be out of the way. He found one near the bar and sat down.

 

[Anastasia Rade]

Anastasia loved a good party but beyond that she wanted to wish the couple well. Love was a wonderful thing and from what she had heard the bride was expecting too. There would soon be even more joy in their life.

The young woman had invited [member="Aaden Renolds"] to attend with her as Ana felt this was a good way to help him start reconnecting with his heritage. Ana also didn't want to attend such an event without her boyfriend. They had been together a month or two if she was getting her dates correct. Ana hadn't really been counting the days and instead just enjoyed the time they were able to spend together. She was happy he had agreed to come and spend time with her on Mandalore.

Such events as today's couldn't help but remind Ana of her hope of one day getting married herself and having a family of her own. Giving her children the childhood that she had never had. The man by her side she saw as a great possibility of being the one.

Helmet in one hand and Aaden's in the other she walked towards where the celebration was to held. "Ready," the blonde smiled up at her date as she gave him a quick kiss. They hadn't had any issues yet here so hopefully today would go smoothly. She was sure a fight would break out but hopefully they would be just the cheering section not apart of it.

 

[Aaden Renolds]

Ice returned her kiss, and gave a nod. "Alright. Let's go." He said with a slightly forced smile. Ice was happy for the people getting married as much as any of them. But the simple fact of the matter was, he was nervous. This was the first time in decades he had been home. And "his" association with the Red Ravens as their Secratary had him very much concerned someone would recognice his face and confuse him with his maker. Yes the man walking beside Ana was not the original Ice, but a clone. Unlike his maker though, he was embracing his heritage. With Ana by his side, he was finding he simply wanted to return. He wanted to help his vod.

But there was a time and place for everything. Now was a time of feasting, celebrating and wishing well to the happy couple as they started their new lives together as husband and wife. "Ice" wondered if he would ever get married someday. It had been a curious question that never really caught much of his attention before meeting Ana. But now that they were together, he couldn't help but ponder the question more and more. Especially as they were both attending the wedding of other vod.

Walking into the venue that had been selected for the event he cast his gaze around the room, quickly taking in his surroundings. It seemed there was plenty of food and of course drink around for the guests. A smile began growing on his face. It was difficult finding people around the galaxy that liked to drink and brawl as much as Mandos. Granted he had managed to find them, but it was still good to be home. There was something about it that just couldn't be replaced outside of it.

Although "Ice" had never met the couple to be married before, he couldn't help but feel they were to familiar to him somehow. When he would finally catch sight of the couple, he'd remember them instantly. For he had seen them at the Mandal Hypernautics auctions some months earlier. She was the woman that had to be rushed out after a surprise gas grenade attack by some foolhardy bounty hunter. The knots in his stomach began to tighten slightly more as he hoped they wouldn't remember him. He sort of doubted it as he had patched into the auction through holo, and there were by far more interesting things going on than his presence. But still. This was going to be an interesting event to say the least. Wasn't it a saying that a Mando wedding wasn't complete without someone passing out from too much booze a stiff right hook?....

Either way, he'd be sticking close to Ana as he knew very few other people and she more than likely knew most of them. "Welcome home." He thought to himself, still with a slight grin despite his nervousness.

[member="Anastasia Rade"]

 

[Darth Scorpius]

Scorpio walked towards the building designated for the event. He was wearing his hyperion beskar'gam today, not his casual leather vest. As a mando wedding, it would be unfashionable to not wear armor. He checked his weapons. With him as always were his axe, disruptor pistol, knife, and grenades. He never left his ship without weapons these days and you never know when you'll need them. He didn't know the bride or groom personally, but he'd heard of them. So with his helmet in one hand, he walked in and found a seat next to another mando at the bar. "Su Cuy'gar, vod."

 

[Strider Garon]

The Jr-4 Swoop roared up to the designated parting area for the Mantis Shindig. Marshal Strider Garon was at the helm of the hovering bike, clad in his freshly polished and washed Beskar'gam. Not much he could do for the dents but most of the blaster scorch marks he could buff out. Once he powered the swoop down he would remove his helmet exposing a freshly groomed black hair that was tied back with a red cloth bandana. His face always had a perma snarl upon it, happy or not, it was just the way it was. But the moment it was exposed to fresh air, the old man would place a cigar with in it and lit the expensive piece of luxary he so much enjoyed.

Take a deep puff of the fresh lit cigar he would study his surroundings. He had been to many such events in his life, some extravagant some not. But all were the celebration of the bride and the beginning of her iron fist rule over the poor sap of a groom. Couldn't of happen to a more deserving man then Preliat, Strider thought to himself with a smug smile. Such expectancies of life were not in the Marshal's cards and never will they be if he had a say in it.

Strider continued to puff away at his cigar, watching the various people enter the building from his location in the parking lot. "Nope! This shall never be for me" He said out loud, convincing himself that it wasn't a jinx to show up to one of these things.

 

[Adenn Gra'tua]

This would mark the second wedding that the mandalorian bounty hunter would have attended in his long time fighting for the mandalorians, and yet again he was dressed in full beskar'gam, along with all of his weapons in their correct places and systems working at their normal rate, now the only thing to do was not chuckle at the battle hardened Preliat Mantis while he was within hearing range of the bounty hunter, a task that was easier said than done. As Adenn walked into the building that would hold all the guests he searched around the place, looking at everyone around him, and so far he only recognized [member="Anastasia Rade"] and [member="Strider Garon"], and the woman seemed to be with another mandalorian, one whom the bounty hunter clearly did not recognize, not that it was an issue though. A quick pop of his neck and Adenn tried to find a seat, with his back plate removed there would be no bulky unconventional jet pack to get in his way today, only a small beskar plate that would normally protect the bounty hunters upper back were he to be shot there, something he hoped didn't happen at this time.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Preliat Mantis, was going to be married. Suck on that, everyone who said he wouldn't even live.




He took a look in the mirror, reaching for his helmet, his buy'ce- but decided against wearing it for the occasion, and left it on the dresser. He ran his fingers over it, blinking as he saw his reflection. Like his best man, [member="Strider Garon"]- Preliat had done up his hair, braiding it and pulling it behind his head. The two braids fell neatly at the left side of his head, marked with beads and bindings that held the black hair together. Preliat smiled in the mirror, leaning his head back before he cocked his head. He couldn't remember the last time that he felt truly happy for an event like this. The last one, the wedding between Rianna Ordo and of Ordo- that he later regretted attending.


But now, he was happy. Happy, content, and altogether a very hopeful man. Hopeful for his future. For his daughter's future. For the Mandalorian's. For whatever lay in store for the galaxy. But for today, the future looked bright as ever, looked as bright as the day he left home. He wondered where [member="Silas Mantis"] had ventured off to, he'd last seen him about an hour ago. He blinked, stepping out of the room. He couldn't see Aditya yet, but he'd bide his time until the ceremony with Strider. And he caught him, puffing on a cigar.

"Maybe you should think about it, old man."


Preliat smiled at Strider, and then looked around.

"Big day."

Preliat was a man of few words, and the few that he said to Strider might as well have been enough to fill six days worth of talking for him. Well, people other than his wife and his brother. He made a point to try and get more friends and talk more.

 

[Vuhan Chen]

[member="Strider Garon"]

From a few yards away the young and untested son of Strider Garon, Conner. Pulled into the parking lot on his own little speeder bike. While his fathers was going for the more cool and intimidating look, Conner's was the equivalent of a honda crotch rocket. And while his father had made his entrance looking smooth and badass. Conner was more clunky and robotic, he wavered on the speeder bile stopping and holding up a vehicle or two behind him. The bike wobbled a bit but Conner finally made his awkward stop and go work and he parked a good twenty yards from his father as not to embarrass him. Conner knew he wasn't a shining example of what it was to be a mando and he didn't want to make his father look weak.

Once parked Conner made his way over to his father and coughed a bit at the cigar his dad was puffing on. "Should you really be smoking those at your age strider?" He of course called him strider and not dad, Conner had barely gotten to know the man and it was best their relationship was summed up as, you help me get what I want and I won't embarrass you. Conner coughed again and gave his father a weak little smile. "So we going inside or you just going to stand out here smoking a cigarette basking in your cool anti hero vibes, punisher" Conner gave a small chuckle and looked over to the door

The sixteen year old straightened his button up dress shirt and black tie. His father would probably want to go in first so people wouldn't think he was hanging out with the half bred loser who didn't know how to shoot a rifle yet at sixteen.

 

[Anastasia Rade]

It was easy to tell that he was nervous and Ana couldn't blame him. "Ice" had never been here and the other one had apparently made a mess of things plus it had been forever since he had been here. Ana knew everyone enjoyed drinking and fighting but this was supposed to be a celebration.

Ana squeezed his hand lightly as she headed over to the bar to get him a little bit of liquid courage. He didn't exactly need it but a drink would be nice anyway. "Try this," she turned back to him handing him a glass of Ne'tra gal. It was what she drank when she was here with her brother. She didn't know if he had actually tried it before.

As she took a sip of her drink she glanced around the room at all of the arriving guests. There were many faces she recognized as well as plenty that she didn't.

"The man whom just came in exclaiming this wasn't for him is [member="Strider Garon"] ." She could at least for the moment introduce people as they came in. Strider soon was caught up in conversation with the groom and had a tag along it seemed. A cute little teen all dressed up for the occasion. This stuff might not be for him but it was for her and she knew her companion was well aware of what she wished for someday.

She saw [member="Adenn Gra'tua"] was standing alone which was perfect. She could go introduce "Ice" to him. "Ready to meet someone?" She grinned at him as she began to pull him over.

[member="Aaden Renolds"]

 

[Aaden Renolds]

"Ice" had been looking over all the different armor styles that everyone had on. A small smirk had come to his as face as he thought of how glad he was that he got his Mandalorian style armor made for the occasion. It wasn't in beskar as he hadn't yet earned the right to that quality of a suit. Not yet, not in his mind anyway. Still, he wasn't about to show up to a wedding for his vod in one of his obviously non Mando style pieces. With his helmet also hanging from his belt next to his heavy pistols, he continued to scan the area.

At least until his better half had offered him a drink. The man smiled warmly to Ana as he took the drink from her soft hands and took a sip. The drink had a citricy taste to it. Twas very good. Nice and strong. Just the way any mando would like it. "Mmm. Good stuff this is." With a smirk he added. "We should probably be careful with how we drink though....last time we ended up married by Ewoks." He couldn't help but chuckle. The remark was not intended in any way that he was apposed to actually marrying her more so than just remembering the Ewok tradition that they had stumbled into.

When Ana pointed out Strider, his eyes widened. "Ice" remembered him from Barab 1 instantly. The armor was hard to forget. It was also interesting to see a face behind the helmet. He also knew Strider would never recognize him at all as he was not in the same cloaked armor from before. "Ice" just had to hope he didn't know what his maker looked like in person. Leaning over to Ana, he asked, "That Strider fellow. Is he a high rank within the Mandos?" Judging by the way Strider carried himself, he assumed so. But sometimes things weren't so obvious.

She then asked if he was ready to meet someone. A small shrug and a smile appeared and he replied simply, "Sure."

[member="Anastasia Rade"] | [member="Preliat Mantis"] | [member="Adenn Gra'tua"]

 

[Vilaz Munin]

The sound of two motorcycle engines began polluting the air with not just fossil fuels, but polluting the peace due to the the noise coming from the engine. Anyone could easily and safely assume, if you knew them, that two brothers of the vode were approaching. At the dispute of who would become the next Mand'alor after the death everyone, almost everyone knew them. One fought for the title, and the other one drew some attention on himself that ticked off several people. Douchebags they were and they didn't care. Douchebags, but tough that was considered unwise to fight or tick off.

In their own Beskar'gam that was unique just like everyone else's armor was what they were wearing and their buy'ce on their heads concealing their faces with an emotionless T-Visor which was also acting as a helmet, but more badass looking. Their approach was getting closer and closer as the sound of the engines gave away their positions. Some people would probably know what would be coming up once these two brothers arrived.

Then, two motorcycles would appear outside of the building and a final roar of Vilaz's motorcycle would erupt from the engine before he would shut it down. Two WESTAR pistols in their respected holsters. The buy'ce was then off his head revealing and showing a dace with blue eyes, a beard, and long, greasy hair. The Rally Master then yelled out from his mouth which everyone could hear and, even, those in the building due to the doors being wide open.

"Where the kark is the cake!"

[member=Verne Munin]

 

[Adenn Gra'tua]

A few short moments of procrastinating of his next move Adenn Gra'tua noticed how nice and clean Strider Garon's armor looked, a state that the bounty hunter had never really seen the field marshals armor in, something the man decided it was too late for, and that his armor could've used some cleaning before this event, as all the blaster marks and scratches were clearly visible on the beskar's surface. A slight frown slowly appeared on the rally masters face as he removed his helmet, revealing the, still, pale and bearded face of Adenn, who had just noticed [member="Anastasia Rade"] and [member="Aaden Renolds"] approaching him, which made the man wipe the frown off his face quickly and improve his posture ever so slightly "Su'cuy vod," He said as the two got close, looking over the two before continuing "What brings you two to this wedding today." the rally master cracked a small smile towards the two as he finished the sentence, attempting to make small talk, but wishing that one of the other mandalorians would quickly change the subject.

 

[Anastasia Rade]

As Ana giggled slightly at him comment she went to take a drink of her drink there was a flash and the scenery around her began to change.

The blank faded away to a picturesque scene of in the middle of a empty spot within a forest and far off in the distance stood a mountain. There was also a couple standing there holding hands. As the picture became clear the armor Ana saw was familiar as well as the words. The image panned a bit showing there declaration of love not to have any witnesses. As the two went in for a kiss the scene changed once again.

Giggling was heard as well as a woman's voice, recognized as her own, telling her munchkins it was time for bed. Before a shot of said munchkins was seen the vision faded back into reality.

Her gaze turned back to Ice in hopes that he didn't notice she kind of had just blacked out for a second. She wasn't sure if she wanted to tell him all that she saw as of yet or if she would. First she needed to figure out why she saw anything in the first place.

Taking a deep breath she took a moment to remember the question he asked. "Yes, he is high ranking field marshal and he thinks he's god's gift to woman." Ice didn't need to know how Strider tried to put moves on her. She wasn't looking for him to fight anyone tonight.

Ana was glad that he had agreed to meet someone. She hoped mingling a little would calm him down. It seemed he may be more nervous than the groom which was silly. It wasn't as if he was the one getting married. "Su'cuy Adenn," Ana smiled as they were approached which was even better. "I came to wish the couple well and join in the celebration. Weddings are just lovely. I brought Ice as my date. How are things?" She smiled. Ana was happily with him and she did want people to know such.




[member="Adenn Gra'tua"] [member="Aaden Renolds"]

 

[Ice]

"Ice" didn't notice her go blank as his eyes had moved to see who it was that was hollering outside. [SIZE=13.63636302948px]Still, returning his gaze toward Ana, he[/SIZE] heard both parts but raised an eyebrow at the last. His thoughts suddenly turned to a different topic, and he realized he might want to have a conversation with the field marshal. Though not about the probability that the man had at one point or another hit on Ana, but of a much more serious nature.

Pushing the thoughts aside for the moment, he fixed his sight on a man that Ana had brought him to meet as he was pulling his helmet off. A small grin appeared on "Ice's" expression and he gave a quick nod. "Su'cey vod." He was still getting used to being able to say those words again. It had nearly become lost to him. But no more. No he was finding he'd very much prefer to be keeping company amongst his own people once again rather than staying in the far flung reaches of the galaxy away from them. "Same for me as well. And good to meet you." He thought to ask what clan he was part of, but checked the question as it usually brought a similar one back to the sender.

Instead he chose to remain silent and wait for his response to Ana's question. He was curious to how things were on this side of the galaxy. Especially when he thought about all the war preparations beings done back in Red Raven territory.

[member="Anastasia Rade"] | [member="Adenn Gra'tua"]

 

[Revenchent]

So Mantis had himself a woman. That meant he might breed. That meant there might be more of his kind that Calico's son would have to deal with.

Shab.

It was against the Mando policy to keep hating your brothers, and Cal respect that. He didn't so much hate Preliat as he thought him to be ig--Calico Tal'verda hated Preliat Mantis with a burning passion. The man had been the catalyst for pulling Clan Tal'verda away from Mandalore, along with the racial hatred for clones that had seemed to prominent in the Mandalorian ranks. To Cal, a man born and raised on the acceptance of all beings who desired to join the Mando'ade, being spat on for his heritage was a scattergun to the face.

So yes, he hated Preliat. He hated his stupid top knot ponytail thing. He hated the way his eyes were too close together. He hated the fact that the Mantis's were going to be around after some holy angel of death put Preliat in the ground.

And sitting on that hatred only served to piss him off further.

There was really only one solution.

Calico had forbade the rest of his clan from attending. Kix was too zealous and would likely shoot Preliat for breathing. The other boys were much the same. The Tal'verda's were a very passionate, very opinionated, very illogical clan. It was what made things feel like home, but sometimes that proved to be detrimental. Like right now.

Old papa Cal arrived in one of his clan mates land speeders along with his wife [member="Zandra Tal'verda"]. A wonderful woman if there ever was one, the mother of his child, the mother of his clan, his other half-- an Echani that the Mando'ade might hate for simply being born, who also happened to dress like a suggestively the majority of the time. They were a special kind of couple.

"Right. So we play nice, hang around Strider because he's a good sort, and settle things with di'kut before some kind of feud starts. Di'kut is Preliat. It's a code word." Cal informed his wife in the private cabin of the landspeeder. He turned about toward the small child in the back seat, a bumbling toddler that hadn't quite learned how to articulate words beyond "blurg" and "schehen" whatever those meant. Calico was confident the baby understood what they said, and just spoke code speak. Otherwise his brain might cease to function. He'd spent far too much time trying to decipher the weird baby sounds his son made.

"C'mon ad'ika." He grunted as he reached for the child. Corrin was a small thing, and gave no fuss when his father pulled him from the speeder-seat. Cal looked over to Zandra. "Kriff, did he get bigger? Are we just feeding him too much?" He poked the baby's cheek, resulting in an adorable bubbly noise. The child was clothed in a a giant plumy jackets and some sort of nerf material that Cal was reluctant to call pants. He tucked the infant between his arms, and grinned. "He's still cute though...I suppose we should go greet the lovely couple, eh? Why are they even having a wedding? We did fine in the damned shack."



[member="Preliat Mantis"]

 

[Corrin Tal'verda]

Corrin was a baby during this event. He gurgled and spat all over his dad's chestplate. Good times.

 

[Zandra Tal'verda]

A wedding? Zandra had been under the impression that her husbands people didn't really do weddings. After all, Zandra and Cal had been married in a damn cabin in the woods, with a droid as their witness. Romantic and intimate, sure, but not the vast celebration this seemed to be. Not even her own people wed like this. Extravagant weddings were a waste of time, credits and other valuable resources. One of those wedding gowns could use up six to ten yards of fabric alone. What was the point in wasting credits on a dress you'd only wear one day? In her travels, she'd found that the bigger the wedding, the more chance that the marriage will fall flat on it's face. A large wedding was a way of distracting from problems.

The Echani smirked as she stepped out. Zandra herself preferred to waste as few resources as possible, and that was clear as day in her dress. It was hardly more than a tube of fabric that covered just below her hips, some silver glittery material. Looked a little more like something a dancer would wear during a performance. She guessed [member="Calico Tal'verda"] didn't mind, because he hadn't said a word about it to her. Besides, if he really did hate this guy, well, she'd have to do her best to be an annoyance.

"Di'kut?" she asked as her husband pulled their son from his seat, "Doesn't that mean, like, loser or something?"
She was not catching onto the language very well at all. Everything she had to go on were simply context clues. She's tried to do some research herself via the holonet, but reading a language and trying to understand and speak it was something entirely different.

"They're gunna have booze, right?"

 

[Revenchent]

Cal cooed at the infant. Corrin only blinked at him, and seemed to understand that his whining was annoying. He was far more self-aware than an infant should be. Then again, babies were a lot easier than people made them out to be. You fed them, you changed them, you kept them medically sound, and you comforted them. It was like raising a Strill, except a baby wouldn't chew through the power cables on your speeder. Calico had taken up the art of babysitting with relative ease.

"A bit harsher than that cyar'ika, but close." Cal grunted. He reached into the side console, and felt around for his cup of warah nuts. "And yes, they'll have drinks. It's unorthodox, but it's still a Mando wedding. Preload might be a shabuir but he's got proper manners." He felt the familiar hard shells of the sugar coated treats. "I think anyway.

The former Chieftain chomped down greedy handfuls of the sugary treats. It was built into the clone anatomy to crave sugar; they spent twice as many calories as your average human every day. It was necessary to maintain peak physical form, and to reach maturity in the timeframe of the Republic's need for an army. The after effects resulted in short lives and early physical disability. The candles that burnt twice as hot lasted half as long.

Cal and his brethren had received a gene therapy to slow the aging process. For most, it was entirely successful. A small fraction had not survived the operation, and many others were crippled. Regardless, the damage of early aging had already been done.

"Remind me to find a genealogist Zandra." He mumbled as he pushed open the speeder door.

The soft wind that brushed over the speeder seemed to upset Corrin. The baby's eyes shot open, and he looked around like the next Sith'ari had just landed a meter away. Cal rocked the child, and made note to replaces the forearm plates of his armor when he carried Corrin. The durasteel wasn't the most comfortable place for a baby, even if the child was wrapped in multiple layers of clothing.

"Time to go make peace. If I get angry, set me straight ad'ika."

Was someone yelling?

"Social services building ner'vod. Plenty of cake for you there." Cal called back to [member="Vilaz Munin"].

It was all good natured, Mandos were rowdy by blood, and Corrin was somewhat used to the yelling by now. Then Cal caught sight of Strider, a friendly face, and near him....

Well, time to make peace.

"Weddings are weird. If I punch him, Zan'ika, just let things pitter out." He wouldn't of course. Not with his son in his arms. Not on the man's wedding day.

Against every fiber of his being, every cell from his brain to his toes, Calico Tal'verda approached Preliat and Strider with what he hoped was a friendly smile.

"Su cuy, Strider, Preliat."

Shabuir.




[member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Zandra Tal'verda"] [member="Strider Garon"]

 

[Durotar]

Durotar felt madly out of place at this Mandalorian wedding. He'd killed these people's comrades for glory, and taken their territory for money. Rena and Cathy had practically dragged him to this thing. Didn't mean he had to dress shabby, though. His suit was better than anything he'd ever worn before, and his scimitar was strapped at the back of his belt.

Some Atrisan noble glared up at the huge Vong, and he just lazily grinned back. With a small flip of his braided hair, he looked away to find his two friends. Those women were gonna stand with him and suffer through it, if he had to drag them by the beskar.

[member='Rena Kryze'] [member='Catherine Romanov']