Hutta Drink Up

[Burkhart Kelborn]

Social event for any GA and Mando to celebrating kicking Sith butt out of Imperial Hutta (as well as anybody else who can realistically be there to socialize)

MUSIC​

He was glad to have help with moving all of the booze into the club. It was a lot and still probably not enough. It would not surprise Burkhart if the drinking establishment would get at capacity quickly and need to be moved somewhere else. The change in power of mandalorian government meant there was a lot of people that were looking to make inroads with the new boss in town. But this night was not about business. It was celebration of getting the Imperials out of Hutt space and making it their own.

Using the contacts he had made during the evacuations and also those he had as a Rally Master helped him invite plenty of people. The exotic dancers were already dancing and the guest yet to arrive would find the club reserved for them, it was a private event that would cost the Morling a pretty penny but he was probably going to make up for it in the drinking he knew his people were capable of.

There was no dampening on his smile tonight. The lot next door had been rented out as well. It was free for anybody to have a boxing match if they wanted. There were tables for gambling and games. Taking a glass from behind the bar he would force himself to not tend the bar and fall into old habits. He was here to celebrate and as a leader, as an Alor of his Clan it was good to not constantly work. Burkhart wondered if the place was too nice. He shook his head at the thought. The mandalorians that would attend would break some glasses, probably have a few fights but ultimately it would be fine.

@Critas @Sreeya @Deviant @Dread @Logan @Wit @Painus @Lucid @Ecclessey @Mad Dog @vamp @Vosrik @Versok @Zay @Malon @Phoenix @Cazar @Minuteman75

 

[John Lex]

The whole club was filled with Mandolorians, not like that was a problem. In fact he knew a couple mandos that were sure to be here to celebrate their victory. John squeezed past some people, and arrived at the bar. He was happy the Sith were gone, now with the whole organizational structure being changed, taxes were different. He ordered a beer, and watched two happy mandos fight.

 

[Brianna Saxon]

Property damage was at an all time high, wild beasts now ran amok around the lower levels, and the few Imperial bastards who missed out on the evacuation were probably going to die horrible at the hands of whatever gang members got ahold of them. All in all, it was a fething amazing night to be alive. Least, that's what Brianna thought. The air was filled with liquor and music, and merriment was to be had by all. She raised a Ruby Ritz to her lips and downed it, all in a....weeks war? A month? Hell she couldn't remember, and it didn't matter either. The Imp bastards were sent scrambling and now it was time to party. She slammed her now empty glass on the counter and ordered another. She might regret what the next night might bring, but she was going to enjoy tonight while she still could. She grinned at imaging what her father would say if he saw her now, probably give that disapproving glare and tilt his nose up at her; the little worthless schutta he was. But there was no time to think on unpleasant memories, the Imperials were going to be shaking in their boots before long, one way or another; they'd make sure of it.

 

[Shere Solus]

Shere had never set foot in this place before. Something about Imperial patrons not wanting the likes of him there...fugitive aliens who did their dirty work, that is. Now the entire moon was property of the Mandalorian people and the robber-cat was free to drool over the dancers and drink as many glitterryl-laced drinks as he wanted. Needless to say he didn't regret picking clan Solus to hide among

He wore his armor, with the exception of his helmet that lay on a couch in order to claim that seat for when the spice got to him, and he had pistols on both his hips. A quick-draw pistol on his right and a disruptor on his left. The very pistols he had always dreamed of having. Life was good.

"Oya!" by Arasuum was he drunk. Oh Manda, he realized he was becoming more and more Mandalorian with each day. He used their Gods for praise, wore their armor with pride and had finally mastered the language.

As long as he didn't start headbutting people he was probably fine, though.

 

[Drace Solus]

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He was one of the first few Mandalorians in the bar, and not as rowdy as the rest. Drace wasn't one to get drunk alone, and so far he hadn't seen any of his "friends." It was a loose term, mostly because he couldn't quite call them friends yet; sure, they'd fought together a few times, but it would take a little more than that for him to become one of the more prominent figures among House Solus. Still, he was well on his way.

He was sitting at the bar, his helmet on the table. He'd done his best to clean it in the limited time he had, but it would take more than a few hours to bring it back to mint condition. There was still dried blood and more than a few scratches—some rather deep—on his beskar'gam. Drace wasn't ashamed. He wore his battle scars proudly, as would any other true Mandalorian.

Still, those who didn't know better would think he'd painted his armor red.

The cantina had a no-pets-policy in place, but Dinii simply refused to allow Drace to exclude her from the party. The dire badger had entered with him, growling whenever anyone got near to remove her, and was now on his lap, the Mandalorian's hand gently petting her. The patrons around were looking at the badger and cooing, though no one dared approach.

 

[Ner Giza]

The first thing that drew her attention was the music pouring out into the street and she got a bit of deja vu going on for upon entering the cantina she noticed right away that the patrons were predominantly Mandalorian. She didn’t hesitate as she walked through the open doorway, though her hand did slip into the pocket of her brown trousers to grasp a stone she had picked up long ago. The stone had come to her on Ryloth of all places but was from nowhere on her planet that she knew. Opaque in nature, the color was of a shade of blue that matched the Rutian’s complexion.

As she walked toward the bar, the long brown loin cloth which hung from her belt concealed the divide of her legs but still allowed for freedom of motion. A matching blouse with long sleeves was worn beneath her armour bodice for it had been quite a while since she had cause to wander without its protection. Perhaps tonight would give her the much needed respite from the constant pace she had set herself since the revelation about the Jedi had fallen like a bombshell. She just hoped that Aurel was alright for his absence from her side was more of a struggle than she had anticipated. Not in the mood to grow morose, she would just have to avoid ordering Mon Cala vodka.

Her eyes looked over the crowd seeking for a familiar face among those celebrating the expulsion of the Sith from Imperial, no she mentally corrected herself, just plain old Hutta space! If that was not a large enough distraction to forget one’s troubles for an evening she didn’t know what was. She spied a man sitting with a badger of all things in his lap and chuckled softly before pushing her way in between two rather large looking men at the bar. ”I’ll have an Izzy-mold, and keep them coming”, she said when the bartender finally acknowledged her presence. As he turned away to fill her order she smirked hoping that this man knew how to make one properly.

She wondered if Esfir or Nikki would show tonight, and what they had gotten up to recently. She hadn’t seen Nikki since that rushed day back on Hoth when she had set out with Greybok and Aldo to free the Wookies out on the orbital station above the Smuggler’s moon. Nera had not seen Esfir since they had blown up tunnels in the effort to ensure the HoloNet stayed down. Well, she was a big girl and could drink alone if need be. For once she was not running around with Ji Hu or Slippken, the two of them having some mischief of which she was certain she wished to have no part. Bros… the thought gave her a chuckle and when the bartender came over with her drinks he waved away the offer of the creds she tried to present. It seemed this shindig was being paid for by their host this evening. She tossed them into the tip jar instead and grinned, ”just in case I get too drunk and forget to tip you later.”

Sipping of the drink she sighed in true pleasure. Now that was what a drink ought to be. She quietly began to empty the glass and before she finished the bartender was already setting her up another. Oh yes, this was going to be an interesting night to be sure.

 

[Leandros Solus]

Leandros entered the bar, a dour expression on his face. He had just returned from a mission and was still stuck in a serious mood. He cradled his helmet underneath his arm as he looked around the bar. He knew a few people here, but none of them too well. Burkhart was here and was probably the one he knew the best out of those gathered. There was Shere and Drace, both of which he had done a mission with once or twice – he could not remember. There was the Twi’lek rebel, Ner’Giza, whom he had met on a bounty hunt alongside that loathsome Jedi. In all, he was not in his usual company.

He walked forward and occupied an empty booth, setting his helmet down on the table. A waitress came over and he placed an order for a particularly strong drink. While he waited, he simply reclined in the cushioned seat, savoring the chance to relax after a long time of working for the clans. He was a busy man and rarely was afforded these opportunities, so when the chance came to cool down and refresh himself, he took them heartily. He knew that as people arrived, the bar would become rowdier.

Perhaps more of his friends would arrive tonight.

 

[Dax Rau (TL8)]

Dax strolled into the bar, beer already in his armored hand. Smile on his scruffy bearded face. He missed Clan Solus' own version of the Lifeday celebration. But he would not miss this night. The night where every Mandalorian could be proud of. A victory for the them, for the galaxy.

So far there was not a soul here he knew personally, however Dax would of had to have been born this morning not to know of the Field Marshall. Who's jaw looked to be as hard set as the helmet that now rested on the table of his booth. He decided to let the Sith slayer have a few rounds before attempting to say hello to the man.

Instead he strode to the bar where another members of Solus and Saxon were already getting the party going. Finished his beer, Dax casually placed it on a tray as a server droid passed and continued on to the bar next to the Solus and the dire badger(@vamp). The beast growled at Dax yet somehow the irritated beast seemed more friendly then Leandros (@Painus).

"Beer and two shots." he requested from a droid who rolled up.

 

[Ner Giza]

Hearing the man down the bar order a beer and two shots, she picked up her new drink and pivoted on the bar stool to glance at the new arrival, but she didn’t recognize him, not even from that bar on Kashyyyk. She smirked at her own silliness and completed the turn on her stool to check over the expanse of the room. In so doing she crossed her right leg over the left at the knee, the music setting the toe of her boot tapping slightly in the air to its singular beat. No doubt those guys would never cross her path again, strangers everyone, and yet it would have been a bright point to add to the night, thinking those brave men had survived to gather and boast of their exploits once more.

That is when her eye chanced to light upon Leandros, the man certainly looked like he was dying for some companionship. She called over her shoulder to the bartender, ”I’m heading over to that table, just keep the drinks coming. I don’t suppose you serve up fried mynock do you?”, she asked as an afterthought before slipping from the stool. Weaving her way through the crowd, drink in hand, she slipped into a seat at the man’s table grinning at his stoic features. ”You looked like you missed me something fierce, Leandros. I figured I would come over and see about those drinking songs you claimed to know.” She was not in the mood for sober thought tonight. Hopefully he was in the mood for song. It didn't look like it, but people had a way of surprising her now and again.

@Painus

 

[Tyler Ward]

And Hutt Space - just like that - is free from Imperial grasp. It's only a matter of time before the rest of the Sith Empire follows suit, if Imperial Hutta can be liberated from Sith rule, then so can Imperial Republica and so on. It's only a matter of time...

But for now, it's a time for celebration! Tyler Ward would have just arrived not too long ago in the establishment. He would be wearing a casual outfit, accompanied with a black leather jacket. As he would made his way to the counter, he would look around and noted that the place had a lot of Mandalorians in attendance. Mandalorians, and a badger he sees? Well, it is the symbol of House Solus. And he supposes that it's not the worse pet that someone could bring to a bar in to a nightclub. And there was a guy in some sort of buisness suit? (@Brick) Quite an odd choice of attire for this moon.

After getting a glass of gin from the counter and having a little sip of it not long after getting it, he would then glance around and spot what looks like is a familar face, Ner Giza is it? Tyler remembers flying with her on a mission above Kashyyyk stopping a piracy operation. Looks like she is sharing a table with a Mandalorian. Tyler would get out of his seat and then take quick walk over towards that table, eyeing an empty seat over there. "Hey there, Star Seven! Long time no see. How is it going?" he would be smiling as he would say and then he would look towards the Mandalorian. "Hello there" he would nod his head towards him while still smiling. He would look at the two of them both. "Mind if I have a seat?" he asked the two.

He didn't want to just take a seat, that would be kind of rude.

@Kayenta Moenkopi @Painus

 

[Drace Solus]

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Dinii lifted her head up and growled, her eyes set behind Drace. That must mean someone was approaching, so he turned and nodded to Dax. They'd only met recently, on a mission to wipe out a squad of Sith, but the man seemed nice enough. As soon as Dinii saw Drace greet the Rau, she rested her head back down and closed her eyes, somehow falling asleep immediately, despite the amount of noise around her.

"If one of those glasses isn't for me, I'm sicking the beast on you," he said, looking forward. Then, he turned to Dax and smiled. "How have you been?"

Most people in the bar seemed to be Mandalorians, which only enforced the pleasing results of the night-long riots—the Hutta was now Mandalorian space. While the planets were, technically, shitholes, at least the Sith didn't wield absolute control over them anymore.

@Taz

 

[Hugo Ion]

It wasn’t long before more than a dozen new people entered the club. All of them rebels, and leading in front was their leader, Hugo Ion. Wearing his typical outfit, the Commander proceeded examined around the large room and smiled. The party is on. Looking back at his comrades, he commented.

“Go show our allies and hosts how we celebrate.”

At that word the Alliance members let out wild cheers for all to hear and rushed into the place as the music played in the background. Some went watching the dancers up close and while others either head for the tables or bar. The blue humanoid stood where he was crossing both arms over his chest and chuckled at the sight of the Mandalorians and rebels all in the same room.

Its going to be one hell of a night.

The Alliance did bring down the Network that sow chaos across Hutt Space and its fair of raids and rescue missions. Of course the warriors of Mandalore were the ones in the end able to claim Smuggler’s Moon along much of the Cartel turf through their newest crusade. ”Personally I’m fine with that. Our objective was to make the Sith lost control of this region not become its overlords. Don’t care much for Hutts anyway.”

He quietly murmured, while searching for the sight of Mandalore herself among the crowd. Tonight they all live it up and Hugo fully intended to do that.

@Sreeya

 

[Dax Rau (TL8)]

Dax laughed as the drinks slid to him from the droid. It was indeed his plan to give his battle companion one of the shots. Either him or his temperamental lap pet. "It's funny that you mention it, because this one was for her anyway." he said joking with the Solus warrior. "I danced with a gundark just before we were told the imperial karkers pulled out. And you ?"

The shorter scruffier man took his shot and slammed it back before chasing it with the beer as the waited to the answer. The party was growing minute by minute and although most were a wide range of clan colors, warriors who won the night and the freedom for Hutta. There was a steady stream of of rebels pouring into the bar, Dax would of even swore he saw a blue skinned duro among them.

"Did Burkheart invite a girlfriend ?"

@vamp

 

[Lilith (8th TL)]

It was rare that Cait went to parties outside of the Lusty Lekku, but recently she'd made a contact in the mandalorian's and he'd invited her to one. For this occasion her curves were wrapped in a muted pink dress so she wouldn't stick out too much, though it still adhered to her sense of style. Her high heel popped her booty and matched the dresses color to a T; it was sheer luck that she'd found them. And tonight she decided to let those fiery red curls of hers free to do as they pleased, though she had pushed them over one shoulder and away from her eyes.

On entering the party, however, she noticed that her muted pink dress probably did stick out around all these mandalorian's. Though it didn't bug her too much. She didn't plan to mingle all that much, mostly she wanted to drink and watch the fun. Knowing the mandalorian's, a drunken fight or two would probably break out and maybe someone would start a betting ring. She had spare credits to bet with now.

Though it would be nice to get to know at least some people here; make a few more contacts or customers, maybe. The only thing she worried about was the possibility of other Force sensitives. While she was an ex Sith, they could probably sense corruption within her. One that scared her as much as it called to her, and one that she tried not to let grow by avoiding the Dark Side as much as possible. But she was a businesswoman on Nar Shaddaa and did what she had to do in order to survive.

Making her way to the bar, she sat on a stool and called over the bartender. A human with slicked back black hair and a smile that probably scammed many woman out of credits. Cait smiled back at him and ordered, "One whisky on rocks please." The man nodded and threw it together, sliding it down the counter in front of her. She picked it up and took a sip, sighing contently.

 

[Leandros Solus]

Leandros’ drink had arrived in a timely manner and looked absolutely horrible. The drink itself tasted awful, looked like piss, and was horribly, horribly alcoholic. The waitress also had two beers, which she set in front of the Field Marshal as though they were on the house, which, apparently, they were; he found out as she waved away his credit chit. Neat.

He lifted the liquor first, giving a simple, ”Oya!” in response to the drunken Cathar. Opening his mouth, Leandros took a half-breath before throwing the drink back, forcing it down. He exhaled out of his nose and shook his head, knowing that, in some time, the drink would hit him. For now, though, he took grip of one of the beer mugs set before him and took a sip out of it as he idly watched the patrons of the bar mill about. He spotted a familiar face (@Kayenta Moenkopi) in the crowd, a Twi’lek with whom he had hunted a bounty or two. She must have caught him looking at her because she seemed to gravitate towards his table. Normally, he would be apprehensive about fraternizing with xenos, but tonight was one of celebration, and he at least knew the girl.

She approached and greeted him, grinning for some reason. Probably because she was liquored up, or probably because she liked him. Only the gods knew or cared, really. Leandros pursed his lips and took a swig of the beer, setting the heavy mug on the table. ”It looks like the other way around, since you’re the one who came to me,” he remarked, reclining in his seat. He studied her for a moment before shrugging, ”I know a song or two,” he added, the corner of his lip curling upwards mischievously. This was not the time to be stoic – he needed to get some people moving. It would not be a Mandalorian gathering until the people were boozed and ready to bruise.

Another rebel (@Faster Than Light) joined them, one he had not yet met before. He looked relatively normal – mostly in that he was human – which Leandros figured was not exactly a bad thing. Opening by greeting the Twi’lek, the boy eventually gave a simple nod and hello before asking if he could join them. Leandros shrugged listlessly; his table was rather large and there were many seats, he did not care who joined him so long as they knew not to irritate him. ”Only if you can keep up,” he replied to Tyler, nebulous as to what he could mean by that.

”A song, then,” he said, nodding towards Ner’Giza. He banged his mug on the table twice, ”Mando’ade!” he shouted, hoping to get the attentions of the Mandalorians here so far. ”Megin a'yihbe katpe'e cerar saha!” he shouted, looking around and raising his mug. He look back at Ner’Giza and the other rebel with them before shouting again, ”…In Basic!” as an addendum. Their guests might as well be able to sing along once they got it.

Leandros cleared his throat and began, ”Let grasses grow and waters flow in a free and easy way,” he sang slow and steady, his voice a mellifluous baritone, which may be surprising given his normal serious disposition around others. ”But give me enough of the rare old stuff that's brewed near Kelita Bay…. Come soldiers all from Concord Dawn, Duro and Hapes too.”

”And,” he continued, pausing for a fraction of a second as he raised his mug before slapping it down abruptly against the table, spilling some of the golden liquid around as he picked the tempo up, ”We'll give them the slip and we'll take a sip, of the rare old mountain deeew!” He began smacking his hand rhythmically against the table to start the beat of the song, tapping a foot and bobbing his head along with it. He hoped his peers would join in and start a real ruckus.

”Hi di-diddly-idle-um, diddly-doodle-idle-um, diddly-doo-ri-diddlum-deh!
Hi di-diddly-idle-um, diddly-doodle-idle-um, diddly-doo-ri-diddlum-deh!”

He sang quickly through the chorus, still smacking away the simple percussive beat on the table.

”At the foot of the hill there's a neat little still;
Where the smoke curls up to the sky,
By the smoke and the smell you can plainly tell,
That there's gteine brewin' nearby…”

As he sang, he noticed some of the other patrons join in on either the singing or simply tapping along. He cast a glance at Ner’Giza and Tyler to see their reactions to the sudden display of emotion from the man, continuing with the song as he did so. His beer sloshed around in its mug as he moved jovially.

”…For it fills the air with odor rare;
And betwixt both me and you,
As home we stroll, we can take a bowl,
Or a bucket of the mountain deeew!”

“Hi di-diddly-idle-um, diddly-doodle-idle-um, diddly-doo-ri-diddlum-deh!
Hi di-diddly-idle-um, diddly-doodle-idle-um, diddly-doo-ri-diddlum-deh!”

He stopped singing for a bit, but still kept smacking his hand against the table in rhythm with the song as he took a swig of his beer. He resumed singing at the same fast pace as before.

”Now learn-ed men who use the pen,
Have sung the praises high,
Of the rare gteine from Mand’lore green,
Distilled from wheat and rye!”

“Put away with your pills, it'll cure all ills,
Be ye Solus, Vizsla, or neew,
So take off your coat and grease your throat,
With the dear old mountain deeew!”

“Hi di-diddly-idle-um, diddly-doodle-idle-um, diddly-doo-rye-diddly-di deh!
Hi di-diddly-idle-um, diddly-doodle-idle-um, diddly-doo-rye-diddly-di deh!”

He was feeling good now, for more people had joined in on singing at least the chorus. Mugs and glasses clinked and clonked against each other in celebration. They had freed Imperial Hutta! This was not the time for casual conversation; they were here to drink and be merry! The Mandalorians here needed to show the people of this planet just how rowdy they could get when given a good enough reason. Leandros grinned as he arrived at the final verse, still tapping and singing at the same tempo as before.

”Let the grasses grow, and the waters flow, in a free and easy waaay,
But give me enough of the fine old stuff that’s made near Kelita Bay!
Oh, soldiers all from Concord Dawn, Duro and Hapes too,
We’ll give ‘em the slip and we’ll take a sip
Of the rare old mountain deeew!”

“Hi di-diddly-idle-um, diddly-doodle-idle-um, diddly-doo-rye-diddly-di deh!
Hi di-diddly-idle-um, diddly-doodle-idle-um, diddly-doo-rye-diddly-di deh!
Hi di-diddly-idle-um, diddly-doodle-idle-um, diddly-doo-rye-diddly-di deh!
Ha la-ti-ti-ta-tye-ti-tam diddly-doodle-idle-um, diddly doo-dye-diddly-di deh!”

As he concluded the tune, he kept hitting the table out of muscle memory, his heart pounding from the fun of it all. By now, he hoped to at least have people laughing and joking around with each other, rather than sitting and having casual conversation. The song was an old drinking song from Mandalore but could be sung anywhere there were Mandalorians. It was only about a three-minute song, but it gets the people going. The chorus was incredibly catchy, and it was all-around fast-paced and fun. He turned to look at Ner’Giza and the other rebel, taking a long gulp of his beer.

”Your turn to sing,” he said in their general direction. Now he would see if the rebels could keep up.

OOC: Tune of the song

 

[Corrine Solus]

Party! Party! Corrine was super stoked to be free enough to go out and enjoy herself. Free at least meaning the entire system was in a cheerful mood with the recent Independence scored on their behalf. It meant that she didn't have to worry about anyone rioting anymore or getting into a gunfight in the middle of the street. Though this Mandalorian daughter would have enjoyed such a fight, welcomed it even. Corrine Eldar was that type of girl. Or guy. Ok dude. She hated when her gender was being brought to light. Her father raised her like the son he never had and it instilled a lot of boyish tendencies into the young red head. As such, she often called herself one of the boys when talking about Dio's crew she often worked with. It was the same way she hated being called 'Corrine' and instead made sure everyone called her 'Cory'.

Corrine headed down the packed street of Nar Shaddaa and looked up at the neon sign of the Lusty Lekku? What a silly name. She focused on the rest of the place and from the pounding music in the inside she knew this was the right place. Getting in though to this exotic club was apparently going to be really frustrating for the girl. Someone had forgotten her invitation in the mail. Rude behavior! She would not have it. Whomever wrote up the guest list would be having a long talking to this evening with the Mandalorian daughter. A talk mostly from her fist! The bouncer held her back until she flashed her identification badge showing her name being of Mandalorian origin. That, and a little flirting, she got through and headed into the glowing lights.

As she stepped into the club she looked at all the people around her. Her brothers and sisters in arms. She'd never been to this club before, and tonight's event would determine if this first time would be the last time. Corrine smiled seeing all the Mandalorians gathered together to celebrate their bold win. So many of them were from Clan Solus. The same clan she'd be joining in a very short time. She and a man by the name of Arturo Solus were to be married and she'd be initiated into this proud family. It was an honor she was delighted to have. She could practically count the number of Solus members in the room. The color in their armored Beskar'gam gave it away. Wait?! Were they supposed to wear their armor!!!!??

Corrine figured this was a party! A party was supposed to be in well....party clothes. And while she was most comfortable in her iron skin, she didn't want to be the only one wearing armor to a dance club. How silly would that be? Apparently she'd made the very wrong choice in that matter. Now it made sense why the bouncer made it so difficult to get through; she was one of the only ones not wearing heavy metal armor. She'd taken to wearing the comfiest clothes imaginable: a black undershirt, a black and red hoodie (which matched her own Beskar'gam back at her apartment), and some tight leather pants that brought much unwanted attention to her butt (they were just so comfy!!!). Her long red hair was a mess of out of place strands giving her an edgy sort of look, or a messy and apathetic vibe even. Boys didn't care about their hair. Why should she?

Her eyes were caught by the flashing lights and for a moment she got stuck in the distracting hips of one of the dancers. While Corrine never felt any sort of appeal for the opposite sex -the exact opposite of the type of gender she was trying to portray- she wouldn't deny the certain beauty all women upheld. Some with less dignity of course. Going back to looking around, her first trace of someone she actually recognized was Leandros over there by the bar, but she wasn't sure how the man felt about her. They'd only gone on one mission after all and that wasn't exactly the kind of impending death sort of mission that might bring their friendship to fruition. They'd joined up, did what had to be done, and then parted ways. End of story. She then turned to look through the rest of the place and see if she could recognize anyone else.

There were just too many people here it seemed. While she recognized some by face, she knew none of them by name. She wished Dio or the other Mandalorians were there with her. She had mentioned to Arturo (@Arturo Solus ) about the party; he'd simply said he'd try. Corrine would let out a small sigh and then went to go to the bar to stand by Leandros to see if he'd recognize...wait? Where'd he go? Kriff! Corrine groaned and finished her way to the bar. She ordered herself a beer and was very surprised that the drink was free. So the place was catered. Corrine was impressed indeed. But then again, Mandalorians knew how to throw a wild party!

Somehow over all the noise she heard a man shout loudly trying to get everyone's attention. Corrine turned with beer in hand -not having been touched yet- and smiled when she saw Leandros again. Oh, there he went! He then called out an old Mandalor folk song and Corrine shrieked with job to show her appreciation of the song. And holy mother of gods! Leandros had pipes! Corrine made a surprised and impressed face as she leaned back into the bar and listened to the song start. It reminded her so much of home for a moment she actually felt like she was back on Mandalor.

Laughing as the song got to the chorus Corrine would sing loudly in hopes the rest of the crowd joined her, "Hi di-diddly-idle-um, diddly-doodle-idle-um, diddly-doo-ri-diddlum-deh!" she then repeated it again for the second chorus. "Hi di-diddly-idle-um, diddly-doodle-idle-um, diddly-doo-ri-diddlum-deh!"

The song continued into the next verse and now Corrine had come too far. She had to sing the rest of the way so she'd push over through the crowd and make her way to stand next to Leandros (@Painus ), belting as loud as her petite form allowed. Every time he stopped to take a drink she'd laugh and then take a swig of her beer before joining into the next line a few words late. They finished out the next verse of the song and then Leandros offered for the rest of the crowd to join in. She would do a snort laugh imagining the failure that was to come.

 

[Ner Giza]

Before Leandros could send her packing she noticed Commander Ion arriving with his entourage and chuckled. Seemed like she had been early for the influx of Alliance warriors but she didn’t figure they would waste any time catching up. She didn’t have that much a lead upon them anyway. Her eyes went back to the large man whose space she had invaded and she just had to shrug as he turned the tables back on her. It was a much warmer welcome than she had anticipated. His claim to know a song or two was actually promising for she really did have an interest in hearing him sing. Such things were a treasure to her during the long intervals spent in hyperspace.

A shadow fell over the table and she turned to see Tyler Ward showed up. Nera rose to her feet clapping him on the shoulder. ”Hey there!”, she said wondering what had become of the man after the Tribunal. ”Glad to see you could make it”, she said earnestly. The man have saved her hide that one day over Kashyyyk. It was just a side effect of this war, many people she would never see again once a mission had ended and each member went onto their next duty station, so each time she was fortunate to cross paths with those again was a bit of brightness for the Twi’lek.

Taking her seat once more, she focused upon Leandros for he was actually to sing. She cast a grin to Tyler in anticipation before she set her hands on the table and prepared to cypher out his words. Her Mando'a was sorely lacking, but Tycho was teaching her; mostly how to swear though. Expertly he commanded the attention of the entire place and shouted something about old mountains. Then the man shocked her when he paused to pointedly address her announcing it would be performed in Galactic Basic.

She laughed and shook her head looking down to her hands as she slid them to her lap and leaned back in her chair. It was nice that she could just enjoy the song and not have to struggle for its meaning. Before long her delight turned to boisterous participation as she picked up the gist of the call and response tradition. Her Hi di-diddly-idle-um’s falling in line with the crowd were quite lost in the predominantly male voices all singing along. It was like a cleansing breath that went through the cantina drawing all into the elation of victory and she could well see how this one could inspire his men.

All too soon it ended and she was wiping laughter tears from the corners of her eyes. There was a brief moment of stuttering however when it finally became clear what he meant about keeping up. Pushing herself to her feet she grabbed for a bit of courage by downing a goodly portion of her Izzy-mold and then held the glass between her hands. ”No way I could top that, but perhaps this will not offend your ears too much, Leandros.”

It was odd, perhaps it was some sort of tradition with this singing-drinking game of his, but she didn’t have to quiet the crowd, though certainly there were many who were not attentive to his game. Tycho had been teaching her, but this particular song she had learned by rote. No doubt her accent would never leave her, for the language was quite different from the structure of her own, but her clear soprano voice rang out over the crowd as if she had every confidence in her skill.

“Ni olaror teh vercopa- ca'nara
Teh datmi ge'tal- vheh vhetin
Ni cuyir a'yihbe kar'ta
taylir be tracinya
Ni motir tec lyu'adkta'e karmurnr
Ni sur'ulur muninar likr olaror
Par cur'eta ta'raysholan simir Ni ganar cuyir
A Mando”

There were several verses that went on to speak in the voice of different people, and as she switched up so too did the timber of her voice to add greater distinction between the lives described. One was a woman who spoke of her barren farm, another a convict who had won his freedom, a third who wandered the galaxy living by the sword. All shared the same pride and determination to stand strong and proud or die trying.

The chorus would intersperse between verses that were too numerous for any one person to know, the versions as diverse as the people of whom they sang. She only sang a few not knowing them all.

"Mhi cuyir Solus, a mhi cuyir birov
Bal teh an sitilhaa mhi olaror
Ra gi'ah me'dinuir a vercopa bal laararir ti Solus jorad
Ni cuyir, gar cuyir, mhi cuyir Mando"

@Faster Than Light @Painus

The Melody ​

 

[Raz Solus]

Raz had arrived slightly later than the others, her cybernetic arm acting up. She had to stop to tweak it again, having neglecting her brother’s advice to always keep it in top shape. It had locked up, and she had to make it loose and mobile again. Unlike the others, she wore her full armor, helmet included. She wasn’t in the habit of revealing her face so easily to outsiders, and she was dismayed to see her brethren with their faces out for all to see. However, she kept the sentiments to herself, not one to barge in on a celebration with her strict opinions. Even she couldn’t be moody today, not when there was such a large victory to celebrate.

She decided to keep to herself for now, simply admiring the way everyone gathered and celebrated. She took a seat at a table near the back, gazing at the way her people smiled and drank, and even the way the rebels joined in and cheered. It was a beautiful sight, and it reminded her of how far they had come. Raz ordered herself a large mug of ale, lifting the visor slightly to take a swig of it. She spotted the rebel Commander (@Minuteman75) in the distance and gave him a respectful nod, lifting her mug towards him before she took a sip.

As Leandros began to sing, she joined in with clapping along and slapping her mug on the table. The entire bar was singing and clapping along, the atmosphere truly joyful and a nice break from the constant war and fighting both the rebels and Mandos endured. Raz couldn’t help but smile beneath her helmet, leaning back in her seat and pressing against the wall behind her. She couldn’t be prouder of her people, her family and the men and women that she loved and would give her life for. These moments of victory, these little glimpses of pleasure made all the work to get there worth it.

“Oya!” She shouted along with the others, slapping her mug down once more, sending some of the liquid sloshing before she drank deeply from it. Raz drummed her metallic fingers along to the beat of the song that was sung next, the rebel woman surprising them all with a rebuttal. She chuckled to herself, pushing thoughts of the Sith from her mind for the first time in a long time.

 

[Hugo Ion]

When spotting Raz(@Sreeya) wearing her full armor and nodded in his direction Hugo walked toward where she was sitting. As he navigated the now crowded corners, the Duros heard Leandros(@Painus) burst out in a boisterous drinking song that soon got everyone joining in one way or another. Hugo himself was swept up in the moment stood in the floor with others, clapping and singing along with the chorus to the best of his ability. The rebel leader wouldn’t boast about being a singer, but that didn’t matter to him right now.

All those years of hiding and fighting in the shadows washed over the veteran freedom fighter’s soul as the tune play on. Hugo can feel in the air. The sensation of victory had firmly taken ahold on the crowd. Upon the last part Ion raised both arms up and loudly cheered.

This is what it means to be alive.

He told himself before resuming his original intend. Hearing one of his rebels, the Twi’lek Ner Giza(@Kayenta Moenkopi) went in her own song, the Alliance leader smirked. Reaching the back where the Mandalore sat Hugo stopped a droid server and ordered a Corellian ale for himself. Once it was done, he sat down opposite of Raz Solus and commented in a voice filled with gratitude.

“Thank you for inviting us over. We all needed this after everything.”

 

[Dalyn Solus]

Grinning from his place along the bar, Dalyn whooped as the Field Marshall began to sing and leaped onto a table with his bes'bev at his lips, playing along to the old favorite drinking song and joining Leandros in keeping the beat with the stamping of his booted feet. The clear high notes of the flute pierced and swirled through the night club and embraced the warm timbre of the older man's voice; a perfect accompaniment that enhanced the performance and the cheer sweeping the room. Helmet abandoned to the stool he'd been sitting on, the young Mandalorian bard twirled and jumped between tables and onto the floor, nudging laughing Rebels and verde alike with a bounce of the hip and a wink into the clear space meant for dancing. If the Field Marshall was going to let his hair - or lack thereof - down for an evening than Dalyn was obliged to get as many of the celebrants onto their feet as possible.

Saluting with the flute-knife toward Leandros as the song came to an end, Dalyn threw his head back and laughed while accepting a mug of some unknown alcohol from an Acrona rebel, the sweet liquor burning down his throat and leaving the sweet taste of victory in its wake. Whipping his head around at the sound of accented Mando'a, Dalyn whistled loudly in appreciation of the Twi'leks sweet voice and sang along to the chorus. These were the moments the bard truly lived for; comrades in arms raising a glass in a toast to victories hard-won and trading songs and laughter.

Climbing up onto the bar with his bes'bev once again raised, Dalyn blew a piercing note to gain the attention of the revelers.

"Ladies, gentlemen! Rebels and Vode... and Leandros; let it never be said that I offended anyone by including that grumpy old bastard amongst us! I've a song for you, but I'm going to need a little assistance! You three!" he pointed over at a hulking Mandalorian who was holding an Amaran Rebel by the scruff of their neck and a Zabrak watching them both with a long-suffering look on her face. "I need a rolling drum beat; I don't care if you beat it on each other's skulls, that's for your commanders to worry about, but keep it paced like this!" He demonstrated briefly, the pace rising and falling but keeping to a steady bum bum, bububububum. "There's a shiny credit and free booze - the good stuff mind, not the slop you've got passing around the mess at the last base I visited - if you don't kark it up."

"For the rest of you blaster happy Rebels and Jetii hiding in your midst, this maaaaay be a little more bloodthirsty than you're used to, but I suppose you lot knew what you were getting into when you signed on with us. Just sing along with the vode when they do, you'll figure it out quick; either that or we're really kriffed! One and two and one two..."

Dalyn began to play before the count of three, his conscripted drummers keeping time as he'd hoped, the flute rising alongside the simple war-like tattoo they were beating against the bar. He moved gracefully along the top despite the weight of his armor, his feet adding to the beat of his drummers with a heavy stomping fast jig that added a new dimension to the beat they set; a staccato that reminded some of blaster cannon fire or the salvo of a platoon firing their rifles down range. The beat and the flute rose to a crescendo, and then Dalyn pulled the instrument from his lips and began to sing.

"Blasters flash, sabers swing - shining beskad's piercing ring! Basilisks fly o'er like polished shields; fight those bastards til they yield! Crimson blades and midnight robes, fight to keep them from your homes! Sound the horn and call the cry; how many of them can we make die?!"

Many of the verde Dalyn had served with were familiar with the battle hymn and roared along to the final words, savage grins on the faces of those who'd forgone their helmets and raised fists for the rest. Dalyn swept his eyes over the crowd and resumed playing his flute, the pace becoming more frantic and the drumming trio moving to match it, before lifting his voice in song again.

"Follow orders as you're told, make their hu'tuun blood run cold! Fight until you die or drop, a force like ours is hard to stop! Close your mind to stress and pain, fight till you're no longer sane! Let not one damn Sith pass by; HOW MANY OF THEM CAN WE MAKE DIE!?!"

Dalyn spun along the bar top and jumped down, bladed instrument flashing in the light as he landed in a crouch and surged back to his full height, the music playing on unabated. The Rebels had caught on to the call pattern and some had joined in, earning laughs and slaps on the back from the armored Mandalorians next to them.

"Guard your women and children well, send these dar'jetii back to hell! We'll teach them the ways of war, and they won't come here anymore! Use your shields and your heads, fight til everyone is dead! Raise the flag up to the sky!" Dalyn cut himself short and was rewarded with a cacophony of voices singing out to ask - no, encourage - each other how many of the Imperials they could KILL.

Grinning against the flute, he swept low passed Raz and snagged her mug with one hand while tossing the bes'bev straight up into the air. Winking playfully, he spun out of reach of the Mand'alor and drained the mug before dropping it in time to snatch the falling instrument out of the air. The drumming continued but the flute music paused as Dalyn leaped onto a table and waved his arm as if beckoning the gathered soldiers closer, his voice dropping low but still carrying through the bar.

"Dawn has broke, the time has come - move your feet to the marching drum. We'll win the war and pay the toll; our fight is won in heart and soul. Midnight robes and blood red swords, fight to keep them from your own. Sound the horn and call the cry - how many of them can we make die?!"

"Blasters flash! Sabers swing! Our shining beskad's piercing ring! Basilisks fly o're like polished shields - FIGHT THESE BASTARDS TIL THEY YIELD! CRIMSON BLADES AND MIDNIGHT ROBES, FIGHT TO KEEP THEM FROM YOUR HOMES! SOUND THE HOOOORN AND CALL THE CRY; HOW MANY OF THEM CAN WE MAKE DIE?!"

"HOW MANY OF THEM CAN WE MAKE DIE?!"

"HOW MANY OF THEM CAN WE MAKE DIE!?!?"

Taking a bow as the song ended, his voice fading under the repeated calls of a few drunk revelers, Dalyn accepted a mug of something and drained it without a thought while wiping away the sweat on his brow and running his fingers rakishly through his hair.

It was time for a Rebel to sing again.

OOC: Song