[Renelo Social] Booze, Blades and Mando'ade

[Pureblood-Sin]

Confusion radiated from Elias more than anger. Talossas knew that this kind of confusion meant the human was close to unconscious. Out of compassion, he dropped one of the wooden swords and switched on his pheromones. While not as potent as a pure-blooded Zeltron, Talossas' pheromones were strong enough to increase his allure and likeability. With his empty hand, he reached out to Elias but kept the blade he still possessed ready just in case the older Mandalorian lashed out. Believing there was no justified victory in knocking an intoxicated human unconscious, the Zeltron/Sephi spoke in a sincere tone that also conveyed respect.

"Peace now Vod, there is no triumph for me to gain. Let's end this match so that you can rest and make yourself fit to take the Dar'Jetii Alor's head.

The hybrid Mandalorian still maintained his Empathic abilities, should Elias not listen then Talossas will not hesitate to knock the fellow Netra gaan out.

 

[Arisalin]

"You show me dishonor vod. The fight is not won." Elias looked shakily at the hand for a minute, then closed his eyes slowing his breath. Relaxing his body he reached out and grasped it, letting the other pull him more steadily to his feet from the crouch he had fallen to. Then the wall broke, just as if a timer had gone off. He swung his other arm around, which had gone from holding his sword loosely to a grip of hard steel. The wooden blade was turned flat, and the wind dully howled around it in the short stiff trajectory. Elias swung it with his arm pulled in to his body tight. It would still be a strong blow, but it was close enough to his that he could evade a counter strike from the other. His vision did not blur and his mind cleared, even if it was just for a moment, as adrenaline surged anew throughout his body.

 

[Pureblood-Sin]

And there would be no honour for me to knock a drunkard on to his kriffing backside Vod.

At times like this, Talossas wished that he wasn't half Zeltron. The innate call to please can make life as a Mandalorian difficult sometimes. The hybrid wove his way out of Elias' attack, when anger emerged from out of nowhere; it seemed the human's own emotions were strong enough to start to affect his state of mind. The Zeltron/Sephi needed to end the fight quickly before this new wave of anger affected him for the rest of the night, so he decided on a risky gambit. Talossas threw the sword he still carried at Elias, the unexpected action alone may be enough to cause a distraction. He then somersaulted two times, the first was to cause another distraction, whilst the other was to leap onto the human's shoulders. The Zeltron/Sephi then began to pull downwards, with the intention of bringing Elias to the ground and choking him to submission. If he was really lucky, the older Mandalorian may submit due to having another man's crotch in his face...but that was even less likely than a Hutt showing humility.

 

[Livgardist]

Squirming under Gutterson told him the thinghe had landed on was actually a person. Moments later he felt fingers hook his nose in a vice-like grip.
"I think I too deserve a drink! Don't you think?" A female voice said. Sisk agreed with her as he said:

"I already have one, but you heard the lady. Get her a drink!"

"Ow, ow, ow. Alright, alright, yes, sir, whatever you say, miss, ma'am, chief!"

He crawled to his feet, laughed a burly laugh as he scratched his neck, and then hurried off to the bar. The giant who had tossed him joined him, slapping him in the back with an equally burly laugh, all the while apologizing for the toss, to which Gutterson only laughed in return. As he reached the bar, he ordered a couple of drinks, and after taking them, returned to the table, planting one in front of the woman.

"My apologies for, err, well, you know...crashing on top of you, Miss. Rogurrk has a mean swing, even when drunk."

 

[Mistress]

With the promise of a drink Xotomi could forgive Galaar wholeheartedly, at least that is on the contingency he brings her a good strong drink and not some girly crap.

'Make a Mando of me yet?' Sisk's words echoed inside Xotomi's mind. She stretched up on tippy-toes to whisper into his ear, "You know I can take you. I have my own unique ways." And she is 100% right, all depending upon the weapon of choice in play. She smiled at him once more.

Xotomi watched Seda who seemed to have taken up the grateful task of tending bar. Xotomi stood silently behind Galaar's back and shot a thumb up into the air, signifying that she wanted something stronger and more of it. She smiled again as she took a seat at a table near the bar finally accepting the drink from Galaar who joined them.

"Kyouteki, come!" she called out inviting him to join them. She could easily sense that something is bothering him. And morale is very important to the Clan, especially as of late with so much sense of stagnancy. As a people, they just keep trying to rebuild and discover so many unsuspected challenges and roadblocks. It sometimes felt as if they were being forced to just abandon all their dreams by the very Universe they live within.

Gazing over at Elias, how angry he seemed as he fought Talossas, Xotomi shook her head. He too needed to vent, but this obviously wasn't entirely the escape that would benefit him.

 

[Arisalin]

Elias swatted the sword out of the air with his own, but he realized he would not be fast enough on the backswing to stop the suddenly moving Mandalorian. So he let it fly off to the side, and stepped backwards. The first flip confused him, and he watched dazed as the second one ensued. They slammed together hard. Elias felt his nose break, even if that wasn't his opponents intention. It was his own fault. Repositioning himself had caused the break, and blood flowed down his face. This was what kept him standing though. The pain caused him to stagger, but his hands went up as a protection when the rest of the others body began to pull him. He grabbed the nearest handhold, which happened to be the Zeltron's left arm.

Elias yanked with all of his considerable might, pivoting to sling the man off of him, where he could get in close and finish the duel.

 

[FallenKeeper]

Lux entered the room wordlessly taking in the sight of the ensuing duel and his bretheren talking amongst themselves. There were a few children present and that was about as much he noticed of them before finding a quiet spot to sit down. The intention to keep to himself was there in his mind, though he we glad to be among his own once again. His hair was now combed back and he'd erased the apparent fatigue with a few nights' good rest. Still he felt like he was still not worthy of being amongst such exceptional Mando'ade. In truth he wanted the opportunity to prove himself. There was much to do. For now he would observe, just like he had done so many times before when he actually was alone. Already there was a familiar face,one of the duelists, the rest were either completely foreign to him or briefly encountered. You are here. he reminded himself with a small tinge of relief.

 

[Pureblood-Sin]

And before he knew it, Talossas found himself slung to the floor. Landing flat on his chest, the jolt from the impact caused him to bite his tongue deep, his mouth was now filling with the coppery taste of his blood. His ebony hair broke free of its binding, coming down his face in lengthy in vines. His pointed ears twitched as his instinct kicked in, the Zeltron/Sephi rolled away. He looked up to see Elias' heavy foot come crashing down on where he lay. Talossas sprang to his feet, he was now unarmed, save for what nature gave him. Tiredness crept in slowly and his body was dripping with sweat and he spat the blood onto the floor.. The Mandalorian would have to rely on his cunning, rather than his agility and acrobatics. Adopting a defensive stance, Talossas reached out his arm. This time it wasn't in offer of aid, but a flicking of the hand that indicated one message. Bring it on Vod.

 

[Arisalin]

Elias wiped his forearm across his face, smearing his sleeve with blood. The Mandalorians around them were behaving in a wide range of ways. Some cheered, some look worried, and some just sipped their drinks and watched impassively. The Zeltron/Sephi took up a defensive stance, and gestured for him to come forward. Elias stood still for a moment, still regaining his senses, and then started forward fast. He sidestepped the counter that the specific stance entailed, being well versed in almost all forms of close quarter combat. Then, without a moments notice got low and sprung, shoulder aimed into the other. Elias' plan as to bull rush Talossas to the ground, and then immobilize him.

 

[Pureblood-Sin]

The bulk of Elias smashed into Talossas as he attempted to jump, pain seared in his chest as the force of the impact pounded into his gut. The Zeltron/Sephi hissed in pain, but held tight onto the human's clothes. Before he could contort his legs around Elias' waist, he felt something smash into his back. Pain shot through his back the realisation that he had impacted a wall set in. Anger seethed in Talossas, he brought an elbow down onto the human's back, it failed miserably. Remembering the injury Elias had suffered to the head, Talossas brought his knee up ferociously. Whether or not the Older Mando'ad brought his head up due to preservation or impact mattered little, as long it came high enough for him to strike at the throat.

 

[Dargeth The Hunter.]

The sound of his name seemed to pull him from his thought’s and he blinked as he looked about for the voice, seeing Sisk’s woman Xotomi he smiled briefly and grasped an abandoned drink and lightly sniffed it as he walked over. Taking a sip the harsh liquer barley phased him as he slid into one of the abandoned seat’s lightly nodding a thank’s to the woman, he lifted his drink in a silent toast before letting his eyes flicker to the Vord Cat to make sure she was playing gently with the children who owned the ball. The was currently playing dead and as soon as a child ran for it the cat would dissapear in a streak only to re-appear behind them, he smiled briefly before taking another drink, latley his thought’s had turned back to his adoptive brother after having sliced into the holonet and studied the bloodshed he had left behind.

His brother had been doing the Sith’s bidding and it angered him that he had betrayed everything his father had wanted, “ they need to be wiped out, the Sith, the Empire, The Jedi, Even those Cartel, wiped out and burnt from the galaxy “. He had not realized how much death and destruction had been caused by all the faction’s until he listened to the other clan member’s, so much destruction all for one belief or another and he found himself placing the drink down upon the table.

 

[Sisk_Renelo]

The fight between Elias and Talossas was getting out of hand. They were here to celebrate life, family, and culture. The display the two were putting on was shameful at an event like this. Sisk moved across the room at a soldier's pace, and entered the ring, drawing a gasp of surprise from the spectators. It was against tradition to interrupt a duel, but at this point, he didn't care. Moving to the two, his hand interrupted Talossas' knee, and his other moved quickly to knock the dueling weapon out of Elias' hand. He spread his arms, separating the two with the force of it, and interposed himself between them. "Enough!"

His voice was a roar, easily heard across the hall, and it quieted almost immediately, every eye drawn to the ring and the sight of the Alor, standing tall over the two shorter Mandalorians. A look of disappointment was written on his features, and his hands were spread, each firmly planted in the two combatant's chests. "Is this how you conduct yourselves in my hall? With anger, dishonor, and childish gestures?" His eyes moved to both of theirs, holding the gaze until they were forced to look down. "Both of you should be ashamed of yourselves. You, Elias, are to withdrawn and morose to truly see your actions as they present to others, and let anger bring your arm against a vod. And you, Talossas, goaded him until he turned his rage against you." He pushed forcefully, meant to separate the two even further. He turned to the gathering in the hall.

"This is something I will not tolerate in our yaim. We are an aliit, and sworn to each other above all. If we allow anger at the outside to come between us and then encourage that anger, our bonds of brotherhood are broken. You all know the code, you all know the tenets, and you live you lives by both! The slow degradation of the lives and oaths we live by is what led to the alliance with the Sith, and the rise of Mand'alor the foolish. We of Renelo have always found ourselves above such petty squabbles, because we hold ourselves to a higher standard!" His words were earnest, sincere, and his eyes and tone matched them in intensity. "I will not allow us to become a Clan of anger and distrust. If we allow ourselves to fall so, we are no better than Montross, or Rook, seeking to place ourselves above our brother, silently hoping that he will fall, so that we may take his place. We are built on trust, and love, and no one can take that away from us!"

Once again, his eye turned to the two, and the words that came next were low, meant only for them. "You two need to stop this. There are bigger things at stake here than your personal honor and satisfaction. Am I understood?"

 

[FallenKeeper]

Things had gotten interesting, no doubt about that. Already Lux had watched the duel with slight interest but what happened next drew his full attention. The alor placed himself between both fighters and made a speech chastising them. Was this what Lux could expect from the clan? He had yet to witness much and as he was he would not be very social to learn by asking. No, instead he would observe. His words were better left for answering questions and making statements. Anything he wanted to know he would unveil by watching. That was his way of being. His sister was the social butterfly in the family... Lux turned his gaze away to stare at the wall as the memories flooded him and the pang off loss tugged at his chest. Lex would be avenged and this was a means to that end. But that would be a bi-product of rejoining the Mando'ade, not the purpose.

 

[Mistress]

Xotomi was glad Kyouteki spoke what was on his mind. Xotomi never knew until recent years that she was born a Mandalorian. She was taken by the Sith and trained as a Crusader, the very enemy of her true people here. But she still found it very difficult to reply to such outbursts of hatred toward the Sith, not because of disagreement, but rather shame concerning her past. She was then, unfeeling, made to be practically a hypnotized drone. That was her excuse, and only an excuse. No matter how much she detested the feeling, she felt she had to forever carry the guilt of her past sins. She had kept them buried most of her life. Looking at them was destructive now, but her honesty with herself was very necessary. "If only we could all live and let live..." But the galaxy was far beyond such accomplishment, she knew.

As an Empath, she knew it was best to let people vent. But those we didn't open up, needed a different approach. As Sisk met with the two in the ring, Xotomi begged her own pardon. She would leave Kyouteki with Galaar for the moment. There was someone else she wanted to bring to the table.

Xotomi approached Lux placing a hand gently upon his shoulder. "Lux I can feel your..." Still she could not turn off her Force abilities. She halted her words and chose a different approach. "The best way to honor someone we have lost is to emulate them as they had been, and pass on their spirit to others that they live on through the heart of our people. Yes? You might be surprised that many here will share a commonality in regards to experiences. Won't you come join us?" Xotomi gestured toward the table she had just left, where Kyouteki and Galaar sat. "The worst thing you could get from the rest of us, could be a hangover to deal with tomorrow."

 

[FallenKeeper]

Lux shifted his shoulder slowly and mustered up what could have passed for an appreciative smile. There was no surprise left to him when it came to people picking up on emotions and thoughts, though he deeply wished he would be surprised by it. Just another reminder for him to keep a tighter reign on his mind. Absolute focus on what was going on and not what had gone on in the past was key to him now. The woman's words carried the weight of a sibling as they should. He was a part of the clan, one of the vode.

Had it been another time he would have dismissed himself but he came here to be a part of something more. With a brief nod Lux rose from his solitary seat and began making his way to join the others. What would be next, he wondered.

 

[Arisalin]

Elias listened to the speech without word. His face cold as ice and a fire in his eyes as his anger settled from a dangerous rise to a vehemently seething wrath. Containable as it was, he glared down at his hands counting slowly to calm himself. A drop of blood caught his eye as it sailed from his face onto the floor. He was rebuked, and the anger sizzled. Shame attempted a push upwards, but was quelled with a feeling of calm. His body relaxed and he turned - impassive. Anger was something to be controlled. His Father had taught him that. One of the few things he had done well in Elias' upbringing.

Sisk turned to them, after speaking of honor, and the tenets with authority to all who could hear gathered around. His voice was low, and he spoke quickly:

"You two need to stop this. There are bigger things at stake here than your personal honor and satisfaction. Am I understood?"

"Sir." Elias murmured, holding his emotions back. Sisk was anything but understood, but that was one line Elias would never cross. Before him was the man who had carried the weight of hundreds on his shoulders, from the war those many years ago, until now. Then, before he turned away, Elias spoke his piece quickly and in an undertone as well. "Fighting each other, or fighting the other Clans for scraps - it makes no difference. We're fighting the wrong war here Sisk." A crisp salute, and Elias started away.

He was finished with the gathering.

 

[Zakkeg Boxer]

An armored bulk, as wordlessly as it had entered the room, had remained silent during the entire party, even during the ensuing duel. A spar, a way to weed out the week and loose tongued. The warrior couldn't see the fight, the armored crowd that had formed around the two duelists obscured most of his vision, and Zathar didn't exactly have x-ray vision, even with his helmet.

The warrior pressed one boot against the wall at his back, before leaning on the wall that his foot now resided on. Pressing his middle phalanx where his forehead would be, were it not covered by his helm, the warrior continued to stare at the shadows of the two warriors as streams of their form snaked out of the gaps in-between the crowd.

Like a flame they danced over Zathar's armour. He presumed that they were human, most Mandalorians were, despite the welcoming of all races the culture allowed, most Mandalorians were human, probably due to the large amount of them that were spread across the galaxy. Even still, the clan seemed to have some aliens in their ranks, although none particularly caught his eye.

Curious as to why he was here - Zathar was probably subconsciously longing for some sort of interaction. The best conversation he had in weeks was the rambling of one of his bounties. He wasn't exactly one to get into a deep philosophical debate with anyone at random, but he did appreciate being around his brothers, even if they were kicking the phrik out of each-other.

He kept his distance; that was something that had been hardwired into his psyche over years and years of being in his profession. Or maybe he was shy, but the warrior quickly expelled such thoughts as his mind trying to take the piss out of him, something he didn't entirely appreciate his brain doing.

So many different colours of armour - they all had their meanings, Zathar's didn't, he just liked black, you can never go wrong with black, he mused. Yet still, the idea of a Mandalorian going into battle in bright purple armour was something that perplexed him. "What hides can be killed" he thought, as he quoted the one of many of his fathers senseless views.

He wanted to drink, but he had barely been off the brew for less than three months, and he intended to go to work tomorrow, and unless he developed the uncanny ability to shoot better with a throbbing headache that was brought about by Mandalorian ale, he decided against it, despite his parched throats objections.

Yet something caught the eye of the warrior; the expressions of some of his vode were worried, that wasn't exactly normal for a regular spar - this duel was probably something more than a simple playful fight. Perhaps it was some sort of disagreement or insult? He didn't know, he wasn't exactly one to invade a brothers privacy.

 

[Mistress]

Something that occurred with Sisk's outburst that spiked her senses. He let out his anger over the reactions of two, in front of everyone. It wasn't a good thing to see Elias your Al'verde of the Netra Gaan storm off away from the Alor. It could divide the people. Something would need to be done. Restless men are known to fall away. This entire event was supposed to help them unwind, and instead some of them entered and chose to stand apart from the others. This issue was going to need to be addressed. But Xotomi felt at a loss regarding it. This should feel like family for everyone here, a place to escape to away from burden or judgement. There was a lot of judgement, harsh judgement at that. She could feel it like a disease.

Xotomi sighed, returning to her place at the table. Not about to cause her own scene, Xotomi sent out a Telepathic bidding to her husband, 'You must speak with him.' Sometimes sleeping it off, isn't the best cure.

 

[Pureblood-Sin]

Talossas bowed his head in shame; forgetting his pheromones were still active, he spoke with slight lisp due to his tongue's.

My sincerest apologies Alor, after the first time I knocked him to the floor I tried to end it. Now I believe I should not have challenged a clearly drunk human. As the fight degenerated into a brawl, I'm not sure how to explain it since by all rights someone who is only half-Zeltron should not be as Empathic as I am. Elias' anger began to... Infect me. His rage tainted my tal and I tried to end the fight as quickly as I could...but it eventually became more more like two Toydarians scrapping over coin. It was not my intention to goad my fellow Vod, for as I stated during the 'duel', there was no honour for me to defeat a man of impaired judgement...

The Zeltron/Sephi placed his hand over his mouth to spit into it, a lot of blood had filled his mouth and it needed emptying. Wiping it into his similarly coloured skin, Talossas continued to speak.

"Judging by how that went, I might as well have said ke nu jerkad'yr. It matters little now, but I acted like an Aruetii and allowed two sources of anger to cloud my judgement."

The Netra gaan clasped his fist against his aching chest.

"Name the penance Alor, I will see it done by Mando'yaim after I've cleaned myself up and got my tongue seen to."

 

[Minuteman75]

Wakiza had never been a person to celebrate...much. But when the all of the clan coming together he should be pay respect by joining in since he one of them. The Noghri assassin had his helmet and weapons removed for this occasion and was playing a game of skills involving knives with Slias Ward at a table. As the knives continue between their fingers Wakiza had this thought in mind;

I'm enjoying this.

So far their fingers had been inflicted with cuts to the skin but noting more and didn't feel very painfuel, a tribute to their training no doubt. One of the things that Wakiza had enjoy in life had always been taking part in a challenge to improve himself as warrior. This knife game was one his favorites to play since he joined the Mandalroians years ago, brought in by the other assassin competing with him now. Slias and Wakiza had encounter each other when they were tracking the same target on Cloud City. Back then, Wakzia had been a wandering killer, self-exiled from his former people, the Noghri all due to a traitor that he swore to kill one day.

That was so until Slias recruited him for Clan Renelo. So among a tribe of strangers, Wakzia had found a new home and purpose which he is deeply grateful for. Now years later he consider those around him in this hall as family though he is still wary of many of them in case of betrayal. Wakiza had been so focused on the blade game that he barely noticed everything else that happen until Slias paused to pay respect to Sisk Renelo, the clan's chief who had came into the room. Wakiza waited for Slias to resume their game and they did so for some time until the dark-skinned human excused himself from the table with a drink in hand, Wakiza nodded in understanding and for a few minutes he sat by himself.

Then he decided to get up and watched the fight between Elias and Talossas. It had at first been a treat to see until both opponents started brawl more in hate than in competition. Thankfully Sisk the Alor step in time to stop it before the duel got out hand and even chastised them. The leader's words were firm and Wakiza respected any warrior that believed in what Sisk had said. However Elias, who had been drunk retorted back how they are fighting the wrong war and turn away in a bitter departure. Wakiza lowered his head for a second for he felt the same, fighting other Mandolarians was something he distasted and wish for the clans to unite in glory and honor.

Still the Noghri knew it was just a wish noting more, compare to the grim reality that currently ruled Mandolarian Space. Yet there was hope with this Clan at least, Wakiza remembered as he watched Talossas humbled himself upon the rebuke he and Elias was given. Wakiza's respect for the Sephi/Zeltron hybrid went up and decided to get Talossas a drink if the clan leader is merciful in punishment. So the alien assassin silently waited for Sisk's judgment, wondering what will happen.