Arasuum's Palace: Mav, Pirur

[Nerovec]

Dax grinned as a pretty young Mandalorian girl smiled at him. He stopped leaning against the bar and started to make his way over to her with a confident walk. "Hey there, I'm Dax." The Mandalorian said with a charming smile before extending his hand towards her. (@Arclight)

The Mandalorian looked over to the bloodied woman briefly. "I presume you've just been to the fighting pit ? And judging from the look on your face you won ? (@Seera Lone )

 

[Kann Beroya]

Kann bowed his head in return while smirking at the man's remarks thinking to himself he's got a quick wit lets see if he's quick enough to dodge punches. "oh I'll need some friends alright, to drag you out of arena when I'm done with you vod" he rebutted "and the names kann but around here must call me the viper of Mandalore or just the viper." He bump fists with moody, takes few steps back and immediately bit to throw a jab at him aim toward his face

@Lanre

 

[Karissa Fett]

Karissa simply shrugged as Aiden turned down the spice she didn't have to offer, and watched as Aryn skipped away. Shrugging she finished off her glass, turning to face Aiden once more. She looked the attractive but younger Mandalorian man over a bit, smirking at him as he introduced himself as well, "Always a pleasure to meet another Fett in this big galaxy." The statement was more true than most understood, as there were few Fetts left in the galaxy. After the war between the Republic and the Sith the House had been decimated, and their clan had been crushed. There were so few of them left around that to meet another one was quite exciting. All of a sudden the man stood and started towards the dance floor, beckoning her to come make a fool of herself with him, and she was so inclined as to do so.

She stood up fast, her head spinning a bit but she ignored it. She flattened her dress out as much as she could, attempting to preserve the little modesty that she held in such a dress. She then proceeded to strut across the floor after him, taking up a position dancing in front of the Mandalorian, her rear pressed up against him. Tilting her head up she began singing, and instinctively reached her hand back alongwith the music, grabbing Aiden's,

"TAKE MY HAND WE'LL MAKE IT I SWEAR WHOOOOOOAAAA LIVIN ON A PRAYER!"

 

[Phoenix]

The name made something click through the fog of alcohol, Yeaaaaah, Ral. That's who you remind me of... or... are? Dak Veren, he said pointing to himself after realizing he'd failed to actually name himself earlier. You(ish), me, Prudii - rest his soul - and some other dude whose name totally escapes me did an operation on Halmad. He paused again trying to remember the events that had unfolded. Uh... we... oh I think we blew up a brewery, that's right! Feels kinda ironic with where we currently are and a waste of a nice brewery, but a jobs a job, he shrugged.

He couldn't remember why they'd been contracted for it. It seemed like a lifetime ago, Fought some Jedi, kicked butt and all that. He shrugged and raised a glass. Well.... Asterion, you said? To your good health, my man, and he put down the remainder of his drink as the music began to start up.

They got Vesper Almec here? That's pretty impressive and what a great song choice. Screw the haters, he loved this song.

@Kori Buor

 

[Lanre]

Did he just call me fat?

"Cool name."

When Kann stepped back, Lanre moved forward with his hands raised. Cocking his head tucking his chin, he used the top of his right wrist to parry the Viper's jab and twisted his torso to the right while extending a left cross, heel turning out for that extra bit of 'oomph' to push his knuckles into Kann's teeth.

@Kann Beroya

 

[Black Noise]

Slowly, slowly, Macho Man Randy Rando the Savage turned towards the great yelling voice in the party. A voice so pretty, so beautiful, so kind, it could only come from the mouth of a babe or a young virgin woman. However, upon seeing the massive man singing his praises, Randy was filled with pride, and rage. Gripping both the young Mando he had previously been wailing on and the chair beneath him, Randy tossed the both of them at the Mountain as if he tossed a pillow.

SMACK!

A pat, or a brutal punch, he could not discern in his current state. Yet upon seeing the woman who struck him, the Mandalorian was gripped with an enormous, sharp smile.

"IT IS GOOD TO SEE YOU TALIA OH YES, IF I HADN'T BEEN WATCHING OUT I MIGHT HAVE SLAPPED YOUR HEAD ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY DEGREES AROUND AND SENT YA BACK TO MANDALORE!"

Pulling her close as she remarked about his jacket, he regaled her about his wondrous coat as she draped a pink boa about his neck.

"THIS RIGHT HERE IS GEN-U-INE, ONE HUNDRED PER-CENT CORELLIAN LEATHER. MADE ONLY FROM THE FINEST OF CORELLIANS! OH YES."

Letting her go, as one does to all things that one loves, Randy moved back towards the bar. His gloves crackled with electricity, he had a mountain to mount.

 

[Branok]

Kael finally made it here. After floating around the galaxy for a bit he finally found somewhere he could call home. This also leading to the people who killed off his clan members. He looked around the place and got a good feeling about it. Something just clicked while he was here. He finally showed a smile for the first time in a long time.

As he walked in he felt something behind him and he felt his body go crashing to the ground. It was his Asharl Panther Cubor, The massive panther had followed him from his ship and leaped onto his back. Kael rolled over and grasped Cubor by the ears. "Bad Cubor, bad. What did I tell you about doing that. You weight a crap ton." He said as he forced the large beast off him. As Kael stood and motioned Cubor to wait outside he watched as someone was struck by an overly aggressive being.

"Ouch that had to hurt." Kael said under his breath.

 

[Abigail Soler]

So tonight was free drinks for warriors. Abigail had made it in just in time to see an old friend sitting on the bar. She already seemed to be very drunk. Abigail wasn't one for parties, but she figured sine tonight was free drinks, that she'd tag along. At least she knew somebody here. At first glance, Abigail wore an ice patterned blue cocktail dress with matching shoes and hair piece, with her hair pulled back. For being a woman who was very muscular with a strong build, she pulled off this outfit in a very elegant way.

Abigail was a good looking girl and could easily stand out of the crowd. The last time she was this fancy was hard to say, but she at least cleaned up pretty well. Deciding to make her way over to where Jemma was, she figured she'd get something to drink as well. Over the music, Abigail told the bartender what she wanted and waited. Seeing her build, he could only guess she was a warrior.

Once she got her drink, she looked up to Jemma after taking a sip.

"Hey Jemma!!"

She yelled over the music. The two had been on a few missions together and they seemed to enjoy each other's company. With the two of them now together, things could get interesting. After a few Mado'ades she'd probably kick her shoes off and go on the dance floor.

 

[Kann Beroya]

Kann recoiled backwards as the fist connected to his jaw, staggering a couple of steps backwards thinking to himself maybe I got more than I bargained for. He then recovering back to his fighting stance then spits some blood on the floor "not bad for an aruetii" then he charges moody aiming to tackle him to the floor

@Lanre

 

[Chask274]

When Aiden heard Karissa's response to his introduction, he cracked a wild grin and let out a burst of laughter. "'Eyyy, it's about damn time I ran into another Fett! And such a fine looking one at that!" At this point, the alcohol in his system had worked it's magic, and Aiden stopped holding back and just decided to have some fun. Taking hold of Karissa's extended hand, he danced along with her, singing along with the band as they played.

Leaning forward a bit so that he wouldn't have to shout too loud to be heard, Aiden asked his dance partner a question. "So, you live here on Mandalore?"

@Prudence

 

[LordOfShadows]

"Well, nice to meet you Dak of Clan Veren!"

Telag was a bit unfamiliar with drinking games. Though he loved the feeling of alcohol going down his throat, he tried to be a bit careful about where he ended up getting drunk. Tonight, he wasn't as cautious. What better place to get drunk than around your brothers. Raising the glass to the newcomer behind him (@Kori Buor) , he chugged the rest of his glass and made eye contact with the bartender. "Six shots of bantha whiskey!" he yelled out. The bartender brought out the shots and placed them in front of him. The alcohol hit him harder than he thought. He actually missed Asterion's toast and most of the men's conversation.

Telag pushed two of the shots over to Dak. He then attempted to pass two of the shots to Asterion. He took a heave of his cigar and exhaled through his nose. With his left hand he smacked his face a bit before reaching for one of the shots he had reserved for himself. "Good to...meeet you, Asteeeerion," he spoke with a drawn out slur. He then threw back a shot and took a deep breath from his cigar. "Theeese shots arrrre soooome... of the beeeest."

@Phœnix

 

[Lanre]

Withdrawing his fists, the right into guard and the other tucked beneath his chin, Lanre went flatfooted in the expectation of trading blows with the Mandalorian. "What's an aruetii?" He asked, but was tackled instead before given a response. Curling his back to land on it right without being winded, Lanre wrapped his legs around the Viper's center and put his guard up, peeking through the gaps of his arms.

"Straight to the mount. Shit, didn't even buy me a drink."

@Kann Beroya

 

[Rom]

Carelessly brushing what seemed to be kilos of dust and dirt off of his cracked leather coat and work boots onto the walkway outside of the club, Wulfric allowed a small smile to crease his usually stoic expression; the sound of warriors singing and fighting and reveling flinging his mind backward in time to the days of endless victories and countless reckless nights. With the ban on armor, the old veteran hoped he wouldn't stand out too much from the rest of the partygoers but there was no denying that with his patched and dusty clothing he bore the appearances of a farmer rather than a warrior. Still, even though it had been a few years since he'd hung up his hammer, he knew he'd find a place amongst the verde. He always had.

Stepping forward through the crowd at the door, his long gait and broad shoulders easily carving a path through the celebrants while the bass thrummed deeply through his body and the smell of smoke and spice and tihaar billowed out to meet him, Wulfric cast a weathered eye over the heaving crowd and immediately felt the weight of his years crash down upon his shoulders. They were all so spirited and fresh-faced and young! Pinching the bridge of his nose with his left hand while carefully curling the metal fingers in his gloved right hand into a fist, Wulfric began to cut through the chaos of the dance floor towards the bar, a tired voice drifting away from his lips to be lost in the chaos of the club.

"Stars preserve me, when did I get so old?"

 

[Karissa Fett]

When Aiden heard Karissa's response to his introduction, he cracked a wild grin and let out a burst of laughter. "'Eyyy, it's about damn time I ran into another Fett! And such a fine looking one at that!" At this point, the alcohol in his system had worked it's magic, and Aiden stopped holding back and just decided to have some fun. Taking hold of Karissa's extended hand, he danced along with her, singing along with the band as they played.

Leaning forward a bit so that he wouldn't have to shout too loud to be heard, Aiden asked his dance partner a question. "So, you live here on Mandalore?"

@Prudence

Karissa's eyes lit up as she let out a small laugh at Aiden's excited reply. She was one to admit herself that running into a fellow member of clan Fett in the galaxy as a rare occasion now, especially since the fall of House Fett. She felt his hand take hers in a reciprocated grip and she shot a glance over her shoulder at him and just continued dancing, her body backing into his. She could feel Aiden leaning forward, speaking directly into her ear. The two of them were so close that she could feel his breath against her cheek and ear as he spok,e and she turned her head slightly to reply,

"I do now, I guess." She replied, "Haven't been back long. I've lived just about everywhere for a few months."

The song playing on the speakers around them turned slow, and Karissa turned around, taking Aiden's hand and bringing it to her waist as she turned around - preparing to slow dance together. She leaned in, her cheek near to his, "How about you, Aiden Fett, where do you live?"

 

[Logan]

There was nothing, no high, no feeling, no euphoric sensation imaginable that could compete with the sense of exhilaration you felt performing in front of a crowd and watching that crowd go absolutely batshit insane with happiness. Standing towards the front of the stage, Vesper could see her fans up close, could feel the vibrations of their voices bouncing off her body when they sung the lyrics. Sometimes she wondered if this was the same feeling junkies felt right before they tipped the edge and OD’d. That one perfect moment where both your body and mind were perfectly in sync and you understood the universe. In a way, they were the same. Only difference was they chased their dragons through needles and pipes and she chased hers through concerts and adoration.

As the last few chords of her opening song began to fade, Vesper moved back towards the center of the stage as the laser lights shifted from their current colors to more pink, purple, white hues.

“Here’s an original one from me, I hope at least a few of you know the words to this one too!” She shouted playfully. You didn’t get to become one of the galaxies most renown pop stars without pretty much everyone everywhere getting the words to your songs stuck in their head whether they liked it or not. [color=#aeb3ff ]“One, two three!”[/color]

The band would break into something a little more upbeat and poppy compared to her previous rock cover. Hopefully it would get the dance floor really hopping now.

 

[Zay]

Valen stared out his one bed room apartments balcony window, and took in the beauty of Sundari's city-scape. The warrior appreciated the calm that permeated from under the robust and busy city. From his perch twenty three stories up he could see the entirety of the planet's capital and he loved every inch of it. The iridescent glow of his phone illuminated his dark apartment and grabbed his attention. Picking the device up off his bed side table, he gave it quick a once over, and then unlocked it deciding he was interested in what the device had to say.

The message was part of a group text chain he'd been added to and the message he cared about most was at the very top:

OMG!!!!!! Vesper's playing at Arasuum's Palace!!! XD

The messages that followed bore similar remarks with some expressing distinct disdain for the pop singer. Had Valen been younger he would have altered his plan right then and there. Finding more thrill in hunting the morons who liked to forget that Vesper Almec was a Mandalorian before she was a pop singer and of course that she had an older brother.

Valen couldn't stop the smile that was spreading across his face as he read the message. His smile was born of pride and he allowed it to shine through. Recently, he'd assumed the alias of Valen Corta. His father's surname and the one he'd been born with. It wasn't out of some weird desire to separate his name form the Almec legacy, but he found that people acted... differently around him when his heritage was realized. Valen preferred to be known for what he'd accomplished, not what others in his family had done before him. The alias was an easy way to kill two birds with one stone. The surname of Corta wasn't worth a damn thing, and it allowed Valen to move freely and set the impression he desired rather than the one that would be expected.

Dressing quickly and running his hands through his hair in a misguided attempt to tame his wild mane, Valen accessed his looks and decided he looked as good as he was going to get. He'd donned his russet bantha leather jacket over a plain white t-shirt and wore navy trousers tucked into his black military boots. He spotted the bottle of expensive cologne Versae had gotten him for his birthday last year and decided to put a little on. After all what could it hurt? The concoction produced a fresh light sandalwood scent that he found pleasing. Feeling as ready as he could Valen stepped down stairs and hailed a cab.

The trip to the venue was routine. The automated driver attempted small talk which Valen declined every-time. Eventually he reached forward and pressed the mute button shutting the droid up for the remainder of the trip. As the taxi pulled in he couldn't help but marvel at the establishment. It was clear that this night club had been built with extravagance and opulence in mind. The Hutts themselves would be jealous of such a place... he thought as he walked toward the entrance. He walked up to the entrance and flashed his ID when requested by one of the bouncers at the door.

He passed through the door and had to laugh at the intoxicated Mandalorians before him. As his eyes began to adjust to the fluctuating light he moved carefully toward the bar to get a drink. The song was just coming to an end and from where he was standing Valen could barely make out his sister's silhouette in the blinding stage-lights. Valen made his way to the bar and ordered a Corellian Brandy neat.

Drink in hand Valen sought to move to a better position to see his sister play.

 

[Malon]

Vidar Fett had started drinking before he arrived at Arasuum's Palace. The entire planet seemed to be in a perpetual state of drunken celebration, but even these boisterous gatherings couldn't compare to the scene he—literally—stumbled upon when he reached Arasuum's.

Outside, the music from within the club could be heard for blocks around. Inside, the noise was so loud that Vidar found himself somewhat bewildered that there were so many conversations seemed to be going on. Still, a toothy, drunken grin pulled at the corners of his mouth as he sauntered into the club, snatching a drink off of the tray of a passing server droid. It was a smooth concoction, he found as he lifted the drink to his lips and took a swig.

His gaze swept the room. Cliques of warriors had already begun to form. Some of them, he suspected, were old war buddies catching up. Others were flirting—some successfully, while others, to his amusement, were already struggling to speak proper Basic. Now where is the— Oh, there it is! he thought, spotting the bar fight over along the edge of the room. No celebration among Mandalorians was complete without one.

And there, to make matters better, was the Trandoshan he had heard so much about. The grin on Vidar's face spread wider as he took another sip of whatever drink he had just snatched from the server droid. A new brandy? Ale? He didn't know, and didn't care. It was alcohol. He knew that much, and that was all that mattered.

He squinted in the dark, having noticed a familiar face in the sea of faces. So... Lady Manda'lor has even graced us with her presence, he thought approvingly. He had always admired her from afar. She was a bitch. He liked that. What man wouldn't be turned on by a woman who killed the previous Manda'lor? More than that, though, he admired the way the sheen of sweat gathering on her porcelain skin made her appear to glisten under the club's lighting. He dismissed the thought, though, because, as attractive as she undoubtably was, she scared the shit out of him. And he wasn't afraid to admit it.

As several within the club began to break out into song—with a pitch that made them sound more like drunken pirates than skilled warriors and mercenaries—Vidar grinned again and spread his arms wide, his half-empty drink still firmly within his right hand, as if he was basking in the energy of the celebration. "My people," he declared more to himself than to them.

Then, having seen a seat he wanted, he marched over and shoved the drunken solider, who was teetering on the brink of unconsciousness anyways and who occupied that seat, into the floor below and slid into the spot. Tonight, he already knew, was going to be a blast.

 

[Kori Buor]

"Dak... Dak... name sounds familiar! I'm sure I remember you, or I would if this tihaar hadn't gotten me kriffin swatted already." He laughed a little as he listened to Dak's vague recollection of destroying a brewery and the irony of them now drinking together at a nice club. Smirking, he nodded, "That is pretty funny, blowing up a brewery and fighting some Jedi... sounds like we sure had some fun!"

Raising his glass in response to Dak's toast, Asterion took a deep gulp from his glass before noticing that a nearby Mandalorian had passed him two shot glasses of bantha whiskey. "Oh, I am so going to regret this in the morning." Downing the shots one right after another, Asterion let out a whoop, "Damn, that stuff has a bite! It's good to meet you, too, my man!" At this point the Mandalorian realized he had no idea who the other's person name was, so he simply smiled and gave him a nod. Turning as some music started playing, Asterion frowned to see a woman playing a song that was apparently rather famous.

Asterion sat back in an open stool and watched the music and festivities continue to play out before glancing at Dak, "Are all the parties like this?"

@Phœnix @LordOfShadows

 

[Diva]

"one, two, three!"

An over sized, phony smile was returned to Vesper, and on three, her fingers pounded the synth keys with all the desperate resolve of a hired swing musician. She should be grateful for the gig, she supposed, but that didn't stop it from reminding her of everything she lost. Most obvious was the ugly copper colored monstrosity she played with instead of a left hand. Diva missed her claws. Her own prosthetic was in hock; pawned a few days ago so she could buy some information, just one more slip of a lead to find some answers. Then nothing again, and now she was here.

Diva had opened two or three times for Vesper Almec. Their tastes certainly didn't jive, but Diva liker her alright. Behind closed doors that girl was still a Mando, which came with a few admirable traits, not many, but a few. By some cruel twist of fortune, Vesper's manager, having no idea Diva was ever missing, called her, desperate for a sub synth player last minute. A party on Mandalore, for the soldiers, for the Mand'alor. Talia had already discovered Diva, trapped and helpless, on Tatooine; and the theelin was far from ready to rectify that ghastly impression. If pride was the last refuge of the destitute, Diva was swaddled in hers. However, the one night rate for playing behind Vesper Almec, plus travel and expenses, was....well it solved a lot of urgent problems, including the interest on buying back her hand.

It was inevitable Diva would see her, but still she tried to bury her focus in the keys as much as possible. As it was she had been forced to rig the more advanced nerve circuitry of her old cybernetic to this cheaper model, and her playing suffered for it. Occasionally though, she was expected to smile for the crowd and sing a little backup, and in those moments she saw the hedonistic thrawl of Mandalorians spread out before her. That girl that saved her was there. Good egg that girl. Saved her twice. Once on Tatooine, and again getting her off it. She saw another fella she couldn't place...damn. Ral Vizla. Talk about solving problems, that man used to be worth near a half million. Even if that still was so, what could she do about it now? The thought brought up every inch of ire she was trying to smother right back to the surface, and she lost the tempo for a few moments.

Shake it off, Diva...just Shake it...

And there she was. Alive, strong, all ice and fire wrapped into one; beautiful...and higher than Diva had ever seen her before. By everything holy in this rotten void Talia was out of her mind with jubilation, and this petty fact hurt most of all. For all strife that weighed on her now, the cruelest twist of irony was that Diva could no longer scrub it away with 90 proof and spice. She had been captive this past year, and could barely remember why or how. They had stripped away all her comforts and more early on; and now, with no money, no leads, and not even her own kriffing hand, she couldn't afford to go back. Diva Tumi, Queen of the bounty hunters, soul sensation, and the best damn shot in the stars, was at the wildest party the galaxy had scene in years: and she was stone, cold sober.

@Sreeya @Relent

 

[Mirdala Priest]

Mando'ade filled Arasuum's Palace, drinking, dancing, and brawling in the Lower Pit. A celebration only mhi could appreciate. My fingers drummed the beer mug resting on the small table I had decided to claim for a time. The music was loud and the celebrants were even louder. Performers on stage were sending emotional waves through the crowd, heightening my people's already sensitive psyches. With the recent transition of power, not a single Mando present was stoic or composed; how could they be expected to be? This was a night to drown one's emotions with alcohol, to bask in our fragile and confused loyalties rather than hiding behind a mask of mindless obedience. This was a night to celebrate our freedom, our Dominion. Our new Mand'alor. Shame I wasn't here for that.

My handler, shabuir that he was, hadn't contacted me in over a month. Reactivation into deniable ops came with a strong downside: in order to convince another that you aren't a soldier in a particular Army means not receiving paychecks from said Army. In deniable outfits it's normal for handlers to keep their assets isolated and without work for stretches of time, it ensures when contact is made one is more than willing to armor up and get the job done. Bic ni skana'din. Knowing the tactic only pissed me off more. Ignorance would have been bliss. A job would have been better. Ne'waadas was a powerful motivator.

Credits were running low and with our unborn swelling my Cyar'ika's belly, it was becoming hard to justify the occupational silence. I needed work. Thankfully I had made contacts over the years, served with good Mandos who had, thanks to the recent political upheavals, taken to Hunting. Bounties weren't easy to collect, but they generally paid well, encouraging many of mhi to embrace the old ways: honor in being paid one's worth. I understood their decisions to leave; up until now, I hadn't agreed with them, but I did understand them. Bounties were plentiful in the galaxy...and it was rare you had two within the same sector space...let alone the same bar. Jate'kara.

My eyes were settled on my chosen prey, her racin rang toned skin reflecting the multicolored lights like the beauty of a solitary moon in the darkened night sky. Despite her presence on the stage before me, the oya'karir was far from over; it was only beginning. The aruetii dalyc's violet lips flashed a smile towards the lead entertainer, a mando celebrity, but then pursed in discontent once the other woman's attention shifted. As her slim fingers worked the synth keys, I found myself tapping my beer mug to the rhythm being created.

The beer was warm and I had lost interest in it moments after ordering; I wasn't here for the free drinks. I was here for her. Without thinking, my eyes lowered from the Theelin to the ripples dancing within my glass. The rhythm united us, reaching my manda and inspiring my own fingers to move with hers. Fascinated, my eyes once again found the musician, and a smile began to form on my lips. Normally I would avoid eye contact, normally I would be hiding my interest, but not here. She was on stage and dozens of mandos had their attention in the same direction. To not stare and appreciate the beautiful women on stage would have drawn more attention. But fluid trade-craft wasn't the entirety of the situation. Her discontent intrigued me...Queen of the Bounty Hunters, they say...

I was snapped out of my reverie as another patron lost their balance, and with a slurred curse backed into my table. My hand shot out and grabbed my glass to stabilize it, but warm beer sloshed out over my forearm and wrist. With a frown I looked up at the intoxicated patron.

"I'm drunk," he said matter of factly. Embarrassment for his clumsiness was written on his face, but he didn't apologize. He didn't need too. Mandalorians did not apologize.
"Elek," I said simply.
"Gal'gala?," he offered.
My frown lifted to a grin and shook my head. It wasn't necessary, I wasn't even drinking this one. "Kih'parjai."
The man clapped me on the shoulder and continued wherever he was going in the first place. I wiped my wet hand on my faded tunic and moved my glass out of the puddle.
My eyes returned to the person of interest. Diva Tumi. Taking a sip of my neglected and unappreciated beer, I allowed myself to enjoy the music. This wasn't the time. This wasn't the place. I would watch. I would wait. There was much to learn of the dalyc, and if there was something I had plenty of at the moment, it was time.