Open Social Mandalore In Song We Remember

[Van'Aria Solus]

The Citadel, Mandalore
The Grand Hall​

Today was much different than many a Mandalorian was used to, ever since the collapse of the Crusade many Mandalorians retreated into their Coverts, some ashamed some spiteful of what had happened, an open meeting of Clans and even more, so a Celebration was out of the picture for many, yet... today they did exactly that.

The Citadel itself was already home to a plethora of Clans most predominantly, Clan Solus and the current up and rising Matriarch and Rally Master, Van'Aria Solus when the call came forth to celebrate an incredibly successful meeting of Clans and like-minded Alor's the most young of the fold almost immediately jumped to the Occasion, at first it was a rather... "Regal" introduction, traditional Mandalorian War drums being played, the occasional Besbev and rhythmic movement but that was but a prelude to what was likely to ensue.

The usually otherwise used Grand Hall was being converted into about the largest celebratory party room one could imagine, Armorers specializing in Tech were connecting wires for speakers, large husky Mandalorians carried stools, benches, tables and counters around to create makeshift tap corners, barrels of Narcolethe were rolled out a Mandalorian staple beer and one should not forget the many other "Treats" Mando culture had to offer.

Just like Mandalorians came together in wartime, so they can when it was time to celebrate and when the term "celebration" is mentioned this does not necessarily mean quiet and content drinking, more often than not this meant loud breakouts into song, inordinate amount of inebriation and ofcourse the Mandalorian staple... the settling of "differences" with both fist, knife and head, but don't let that fool you, more often than not after those differences were settled both Mandos or Mando Groups go about their business.

Today would likely be no different in that regard, in fact... Van'Aria expected at least two fights to break out, one of which likely will be someone insulting her, the other being Kotii being threatened by someone, if she was a betting Woman she would put money on that.

<"Aria, ever tried to relax just once?"> Aurelian quipped as he carried a keg of Narcolethe past her, setting it down in a neatly assembled pile of kegs. <"You held a Speech worthy of a Leader today, worry about other things. Hey. Maybe Arthos-">

Before the Clansman could even finish that sentence, he was grabbed by the collar and almost lifted from the ground.

"Entertain those thoughts as much as you want, but you do so in your mind." She then abruptly let the man go, patting his shoulders clean. "My apologies, I sometimes forget that not everyone can have as much patience as I do."

Her attention immedietly shifted to a pair of Foundlings approaching her. <"Lady Rally Master! Woah... you're tall! We were... we were wondering, uhm. When is the next Training for the Rising Phoenix?">

Lady. Suffice to say, that Title didn't feel correct, it felt too... Royal. She didn't hold such a status, but she could understand the young ones to look at her in a similar light, squatting down she put herself as low as possible to speak with them.

"I'll make sure that when the next lesson starts, ill notify the two of you exclusively. Who knows? Mayhaps one of you gets to fly on my shoulders' hm?"

Both of them broke out into giddy fidgeting, giving the Rally Master repeated and enthusiastic noddings before running along. Van'Aria slowly rose with a sigh, inspiring people was harder than inspiring children, nonetheless it was a task that if repeated day to day can become very draining, she resolved to helping setup another row of counters before simply leaning her back against it... gazing into the happenings of the Grand Hall, she was eager to see who remained... and who would come as well, even if she didn't like to entertain the notion... she did want to see the Vizsla, Arthos arrive as well. He deserved a break. That and... perhaps it would smoothen out the relations both Solus and Vizsla had.

That aside... her helmeted gaze scanned the crowds for both... Kotii and Hauron. Both out of worry they might have gotten mobbed in her absence and because they were Clan mates, crossing Van'Aria's gaze was Aurelian briefly who patted her on the shoulder before disappearing in the crowds, she was alone for once, if that was good or bad... remained to be seen, and sure enough... her focus would be broken eventually when whoever is tech-savvy enough figures out how to blare electronic music through those speakers, she secretly hoped that was still a ways off.

OOC: OPEN to all Mandalorians. Yes.

Spoiler: TLDR

Big Grand Castle Hall with counters similiar to "Oktoberfest" Counters or a large beergarden (Google will be your guide), Kegs of Beer, Liqour, the works.

Large crowds of mixtures of people getting crunk, drunk, fucked up. Food Platters scattered on numerous locations aswell as being ferried around by both droid and person alike.

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[Kyusil Veren]

Today was finally the day. So much work was behind him, and so much more yet lay ahead. The previous day had been spent entirely on creating a new sculpture. Long hours dedicated to the sensual process of superheating and bending the twisted metal of a reclaimed starfighter's corpse. What had sent such a fine vessel careening to the unforgiving lands below? He'd never know. But he would give a new life, his medium for a profound message. Unity. Yes, unity would be the name of his new creation. Sure to an outsider, an untrained eye, someone with no appreciation for *art* would say it still looked like the wreck of a snub. What they wouldn't appreciate is how it all pointed in the same direction, as if it were imploding in on itself with love. Yes, surely it would make a fine addition to the Grand Hall on this day.

But that was yesterday, ancient history. Now he had an even greater work of art to tend to: himself. He was by this point an often overlooked armorer, one whose work was often called "impractical" or "incredibly unfit for combat". Small minded the lot of them. Today he would show them. Show them all! For months he'd worked on his new set of armor. He'd done away with all those tough, not easily shaped metals like bes'kar. They weren't worthy nor feasible to include in the intricate designs he had planned. So he had ensured a solid 12 hour night's sleep, an excessive amount of beauty sleep for someone as naturally good-looking as he was but he decided to treat himself. Once awake he set about getting ready for the big event. Not a hair was out of place nor wrinkle in sight after his long morning routine. One by one each piece of his new set of armor came on, eventually encasing him entirely.

It was glorious. Down to the finest of details. The masterfully crafted helmet was just exquisite enough to justify covering his face. At least for now. He admired himself in the mirror for a moment, then left his reflection's presence with a dramatic swoosh of his cape. With head held high he strode with a confident clink-clank of his boots down the esteemed halls of the Citadel. All was right in the world, or so he thought. As he turned the corner nearing the Grand Hall he saw the imbecile of a droid he'd tasked with transporting his sculpture Unity into the Grand Hall was taking it the wrong direction. "Mechanical servant! This is not the way, turn back at once and deliver my masterpiece to the Grand Hall at once!" His arms were flailing wildly in the air with indignation. The droid responded in a monotone form of voice "Master Solus informed me that "Yosimydi's trash" did not belong in the Grand Hall."

Trash? Trash?? This could not stand. Not ever but especially not today. "With me, mechanical servant." His previously cheerful gait had been replaced by one that screamed entitlement with every step. What luck it was that whoever had sent his Unity away was Solus. He couldn't begin to guess which one was the culprit what with so many options around. He would get to the bottom of it, make no mistake. He entered the Grand Hall with both arms in the air to attract as much attention as possible. It wouldn't be the grand and cordial enrance he had imagined but for once there were more pressing matters. He spoke loudly and clearly at no one in particular, letting the illustrious voice of Yosimydi Azenellis De'lyr Aft Kyusil Veren ring out for anyone and everyone who would listen "Which one of you insinuated my artwork was... trash?!"

Spoiler: tl;dr

man thinks he's pretty and gets mad at everyone cuz someone didn't like his arts and crafts project

 

[Foe’guth Rook]

Foe'guth quietly watched Aria's act of aggression at the sound of Arthos' name. Jealous struck the Rook Warrior in the back like a dagger. Part of him wanted to believe none of the relations mattered, but the dagger was still there wasn't it? Foe clenched his fist and stood a little taller, gazing through his T-visor longingly for Van'Aria. He'd protect her with his life if it came to it. She knew that, didn't she?

"Ni partaylir olyaor ibac kih," Foe remarked about the foundlings as they scurried off. He noticed Aria's slight discomfort when they called her 'Lady'. "Anade dta s'irki ui ni cuyir ' Re ti'pur ' ra ' Lady', jatne vod bal ti'puri'r. Bii nalkahye, Van'Aria." He reassured, watching the two younger ones run amuck. "Rala etid kira o'r gar jarkiv. Val ne'waadas eo at jivaor iy."

Perhaps the helmet hid his smile- but perhaps Aria could see it all the same.

@Bread

 

[Shale Vizsla]

She didn’t see the point of returning to Mandalore most of the time. Her Clan wasted time bickering or deciding what was next as they fell back into poverty. Many left the planet to pursue individual bounty hunting careers. She knew other Vizslas would regard her with some measure of suspicion for her recent decisions to work alongside Imperials since the split, but quite frankly she didn’t care at this point.

Shale strode into the grand hall, gaze fixing on Van’Aria Solus who fancied speeches and glorified kumbayas around the fire. She said nothing at first, giving a simple jut of her chin in greeting as she looked around for any other Vizslas. She was in the process of picking an apple off the table and inspecting it when some loudmouth started bellowing. Shale paused to look at the work of art that was Kyusil Veren. Mandos were starving and this guy dressed and pranced about like a peacock.

“Are you here for a meet or to audition for Billie Bonheur?” She asked grimly as she nonchalantly grabbed a few more snacks.

@Bread @Pazaakly

 

[Rynn Itera]

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Rynn Itera had never been particularly fond of this dead planet nor some member's instance on holding on to a planet or names of people that they had never met. He had mainly stuck to the outer rim, working with Imperials and Syndicates, collecting credits and building up what resources he could for his small covert. The Mandalorian knew that his allegiance was to his direct members and foundlings of his tribe, not grand ideals of the past.

The horned helmet Mandalorian looked around the gathering and mainly stuck to the back and didn't bother removing his helmet. He came to show his face, but that was beyond the extent of it. His eyes shifted though as he heard a Mandalorian speaking the old tongue, he had never bothered to learn the language and the words fell on deaf ears to him.

Instead, he turned his focus on the flashy Mandalorian and the Vizla who verbally jabbed him. Rynn had to agree that Kyussi looked outrageous especially in the context of their people's prospects. But, maybe the Mandalorian had taken to making credits and challenging himself throughout the galaxy -- if that was the case, he could at least respect it, just a little bit.

 

[Vidha Solus]

Vidha had only taken an hour or two to freshen up, shining her armor, washing her cloak, cleaning her blasters, and braiding silver hair that no one would see. The Mandalorian had hoped to perhaps speak to her sister personally, but it seemed Vidha was not Van'Aria's only admirer. Vidha overheard her sister speaking to the foundlings and recalled suddenly how Aria had once spoken to her like that.

Vidha distracted herself by grabbing a drink from a nearby keg. She merely held it, not really wanting to drink it since her helmet made it difficult and she could tell that all of the drinks were strongly alcoholic and she had no intent of getting drunk. Not yet, at least. Perhaps later, as this 'social gathering' dragged on and fights erupted as they were wont to among Mandalorians, she would drink, but now she merely stood alone, holding a drink in her hand, watching Aria out of the corner of her visor.

She noticed the prissy Mandalorian exclaim angrily about his art and vaguely wondered why he thought he was so entitled. Screaming would not raise anyone's opinion of him.

@Bread

 

[Van'Aria Solus]

"Foe'guth. The Shadows ever guide you, don't they? Did I not give you the day off?"

Van'Aria's previous vulnerability was shattered when a treasured Ally made his appearance, the Mandalorian that spoke was among the most loyal she could count and that alone warranted more respect than she could give anyone else, he received a solemn nod before her vigilant eyes clocked onto a Vizsla, not the one she expected however, this one... more unique at that.

"I believe we have a curious guest."

Van'Aria pushed herself off the wood and gestured for the Rook to join her if he so wished, she had no need to bear arms here, so her Ax was left behind, that did not mean she was unarmed, however. Cutting through lines of people, the exceedingly large woman made a b-line for the Vizsla and in turn... also Kyusil, her eyes locked onto another Solus ever so briefly during her walk and a knowing look told her Sister, Vidha: <"When time presents itself.">, it was unusual to be so... stricken and involved into so many things at once, responsibilities.

"Ah. House Vizsla has arrived. Not a second late, either." Her head then slowly tilted towards Kyusil. "It appears you clocked the same anomaly as I have. Foe'guth, would you be so free to appease our... lordly anomaly?"

Van'Aria looked over her shoulder to her trusty Shadow and then gestured towards Kyusil before returning her gaze towards Shale.

"It would not be a Mandalorian gathering if not at least someone... loses their marbles."

@Charles @Sreeya @Pazaakly @Reylo4evr

 

[Foe’guth Rook]

"Ner borarir cuyir va su narir." Foe returned the same nod back to Aria. A Vizsla had indeed arrived, but there weren't any dire questions that came to mind. This was a meeting for all the Clans, was it not? The mysterious arrival would be welcome so long as she didn't try anything stupid. Speaking of stupidity, Kyusil's little temper tantrum caused Foe'guth to let out a disgruntled sigh. Then, Aria asked for him to deal with the Veren Mando himself. With a simple bow of his, he made his way towards Kyusil and folded his arms.

"I suggest you calm down. It was probably a foundling messing with the droid." He told Kyusil flatly. The art wasn't anything like Foe had seen before, but Foe also wasn't much of an artist. The best art was food, in the Rook's mind, as it was the only kind of art that restored you after a long day. Wooden sculptures seemed like a waste of time and resources. "There's no need to start anything..." Foe'guth said to both the Veren and the Vizsla, catching her (very reasonable) slight against the Veren's apparel. This was supposed to be a peaceful endeavor.

@Sreeya @Bread @Pazaakly @Reylo4evr

 

[Raya Kryze]

Raya had mixed feelings about returning to Mandalore. Despite the attachment she felt for their ancestral homeworld, she had deliberately avoided the planet since the disappearance of the Mand’alor and the collapse of the Crusades. She had little desire to be part of the bickering and saber-rattling and grandstanding from rivaling Alor’s who sought to fill the vacuum - all while their people slid back into the stagnation they’d known for over a century.

Instead, Raya had split her time between Kalevala and independent Bounty Hunting jobs. The credits and spoils helped to keep her Clan fed, and it kept the Kryze busy where the active warfront had for months.

She proudly strode into the grand hall - donning her signature Beskar’gam. The armor had been painted and recolored since the collapse of the Crusades, replacing the bronze with shades of blue, dark grey and trimmed gold. Raya knew that some of her more traditionalist Vod would scoff at the notion of feasting in the Citadel of Clan Solus, but Raya paid them little heed. Her gaze flicked around the chamber, immediately spotting a few faces she recognized. Most, she didn’t.

Her gaze briefly landed on Van’Aria, squinting a bit behind her helmet. Perhaps the woman would attempt to take Nox’s place before long - but the longwinded speeches and rallying did little to inspire the Kryze after two other leaders had come and gone. Raya glanced over in the direction of Shale, offering the Vizsla a jut of her chin in greetings.

Raya wasted no time in approaching the table that was filled with food and drinks - swiping a mug of Gal into her hands. Leaning back against the table, she briefly glanced over to the pretty-boy Mandalorian that Shake was tearing into, eavesdropping onto the exchange and potential drama to follow.

She resisted the urge to roll her eyes at the limpdicked Rook who tried to play peacemaker amongst it all, despite little more than a snide comment being made.

@AllYallMofo’s

 

[Kyusil Veren]

Yosimydi Azenellis De'lyr Aft Kyusil Veren gave a hefty scoff in the Rook's direction, at first without words for how little he wished to speak to this brute. "Oh please for the sake of us all leave the bravado for another time." He said with total lack of self-awareness. "Do you really think my aim is to start a fight? I'd sooner kill myself than let a savage ruin such fine artistry." He finished the statement with a twirl of his cape, partly for emphasis but mostly because he couldn't help but show it off any chance he got.

In the same motion he turned his back to Foe'guth and gave a curtsy in Shale's direction. "Billie Bonheur would be lucky to have me, no audition necessary." Thinking inwardly he sighed. This was not the start to the festivities he had envisioned. Maybe there was time still to start over. Yes, of course, surely the hall would fill in more soon. Then he could at least settle for a grand re-entrance. With this new foolproof plan, he began making his way from whence he came, intending to simply wait around the corner and re-emerge once more guests arrived.

@Bread @Sreeya @Charles @Altaris

 

[Rynn Itera]

Rynn Itera scoffed at the theatrics of the situation, from the half-hearted attempts to settle people down, to the talk of Vizla savages. Whoever this artistic Mandalorian was seemed to get beneath the skin of the warrior soldier. How could someone be so naive that he would proclaim death over the prospects of his armor getting destroyed. A fool that represents everything wrong with what our people had become, all design and little substance.

Rynn had been standing beside the group, watching as they had discussed, so when Veren had stepped away and turned from their direction, the Mandalorian hunter would draw his blaster pistol, switching to stun and shooting two shots directly into his back, hoping to cause him to damage his pretty little craft. "Perhaps you should be stripped of that armor," the man grunted.

tag: @Bread @Sreeya @Charles @Altaris @Reylo4evr

 

[Raya Kryze]

Raya couldn’t help but squint when the Prettyboy Mandalorian started mouthing off again - referring to Shale as a savage. She hadn’t the slightest idea where the man had come from, but she was growingly convinced that the Beskar’gam he wore was for nothing but show.

Before she could say much of anything, Raya watched as another Mandalorian drew his pistol and fired off two stun-bolts to kick off the first brawl of the evening.

Rather than contribute to what was about to be a dogpile on the poor bastard, Raya continued to watch from the table where she leaned, completely amused behind her helmet.

 

[Shale Vizsla]

Shale gave Kryze a nod in greeting. There were fond memories of drinking games where both Shale and Nox lost and had to get matching tattoos on their ass. The Mandalorian was smirking beneath her helmet until Aria’s little stooge walked over to remind them not to ‘start anything’. Shale turned to regard him, tilting her head.

“Uphold the virtues of your insignificant, boot-licking clan and wait for Solus to permit you to speak,” She said curtly. Shale ignored him after that, glancing over at Veren (@Pazaakly ). Truth be told, she found the theatrical man entertaining. They were all so serious and broody all the time, it was a nice change to have some personality in the room. Even if it was obnoxious.

Shale drank through a straw and watched as Itera shot the peacock. She sighed, dismayed that the source of entertainment was gone.

She looked over at Rynn. He was somewhat of a folk legend with tales of adventures all across the galaxy. His most famous tale was of working with Darth Raze himself and 'saving' the mines of Kessel. As a result, there were many mandos that would kill him on sight while others respected him. She considered herself the latter simply because he survived every single one of those encounters.

“Looking sharp, Itera,” She called out in her accented Basic, “Good to see you’re still alive,” It was, quite frankly, a miracle.

@TWD26 @Charles @Altaris

 

[Foe’guth Rook]

Hadn't Rynn shot the Di'kut, Foe would've done it himself- and without a stun blast either. After cracking his neck, he waited for the two shots to pass before charging Kyusil, attempting to bash the fanciful Mando's helmet open with a powerful headbutt. Screw peaceful endeavors- this shithead wasn't a Mandalorian. Rynn was right- they didn't deserve to wear that armor.

"Who the fuck are you, numb-nuts?!" Foe spat at Kyusil, grabbing him by the neck to slide him across the floor towards the nearest exit. "Cuz you ain't no Mandalorian..." This was what usually happened when Foe'guth snapped. Though he tried to have a cool and calm demeanor outside of combat, he was just a bomb waiting to explode on assholes like these. Some were better at keeping their anger staved. After Foe was finished with Kyusil, he dropped the fraud in time to hear Shale's comment.

"Ni jorhaa'ir bat ner srukre ahurnr." Taking his anger out on Kyusil kept him from throttling Shale next. Now he stood by Van'Aria, glaring through his T-visor.

@Sreeya @TWD26 @Bread @Pazaakly

 

[Genova Veren]

Silent as ever, the armourer of the Veren clan watched as chaos ensued. Functions like these were a little noisy for her taste, but someone had to represent their kin. Then again @Kyusil Veren seemed to be doing their fair share of 'networking'.

For now, the Lorrdian for hang back and observe. The variety of others' armour was certainly a highlight. One mando, by the name of @Raya Kryze, had an impressive beskar'gam. Genova's singular cybernetic eye scanned it rather shamelessly, though few could tell, given her helmet and visor. Then there was the esteemed rally master @Van'Aria Solus who wielded a beskar vibro-ax. Her kinsmen, Kyusil, valued finery, but Genova? She always opted for cold, hard practicality.

Speaking of her brethren...

"Kriff..."

Couldn't leave the Muun alone for one minute, could she? Damn fool, getting himself stunned and now some @Foe’guth Rook was trying to throw him around. Normally, Genova would have left him to leave his lesson, but you don't kick a man (or rather throw him) when he was already down. With that in mind, the armourer of Veren marched forward, shoving people out of the way, left, right and centre, before squaring up to Foe.

“Oi, besom. Copaani mirshmure'cye, vod?”

A moment passed. Only a moment, before Genova finally decided... Ah, rangir!

Taking a firm hold of Foe's shoulders, the armourer (with impressive force) shot her helmet-clad head straight into that of the warrior's.

Can't beat a good, old fashioned mando kiss.

“Sooran, shab!”

 

[Van'Aria Solus]

Unlike most, Van'Aria had not moved a single inch, she was watching the whole ordeal with great intent, it was incredibly hard to read if she enjoyed what she saw or if she was going to take action, the rather ceremonious cape she wore instead of the Jetpack indoors came forwards and concealed both her arms, her breastplate only shining forth.

The albeit massive Woman abided her time, she knew only someone with a direct death wish would openly raise a hand at her towering figure, even if she would entertain the duel, it was too long ever since she has sent a man or woman flying and there was still ample chance that such would happen.

"It seems the festivities start early today."

She dryly remarked to herself. Yes Foe'guth was one of her personal detail, but that does not mean she would endeavor to break tradition, he stepped into this, he will finish it, that is the Mandalorian way, even if it was on her behest. What however did catch her eye was Rynn, she did not like his usage of such backhanded tactics, surely it got the job done, but she would've preferred him to solve it proper, hand to hand.

She tilted her head ever so slightly as the Veren Clanswoman rammed her Helmet into that of Foe'guth only a few inches in front of her, if she were not wearing a helmet she would've raised an approving eyebrow, the ring alone was likely audible throughout the entire hall.

Her watchful gaze was now practically glued to Genova, it was uncanny it felt as though Van'Aria wanted to see... if the Veren Clansman was as stalwart as she shows. Suffice to say... she has earned Van'Aria's attention.

@Sreeya @HoneyMagpie @Charles @TWD26 @Pazaakly @Altaris

 

[Foe’guth Rook]

When Foe'guth turned to see who had demanded his attention, the very perpetrator had decided to grab him into a headbutt. Though he did his best to return the Kiss, it still caught him by surprise and made his helm hum. Part of Foe was immensely more angry while another pat of him longed for a fight like this. After Foe placed a hand on his helm to stop the vibrating, he cracked his knuckles.

"You're gonna defend that shithead?" Foe'guth hissed. "Ni malyasa'yr shuk kaysh beskar'gam gurire! bal gteinioa bic daab par eo e'ne be bic." Like a viper, Foe struck fast and without warning. Given how close Genova was, Foe swung his right leg out from a crouch position, hoping to knock the Veren protector off her feet. Then, he'd followed up with strong tackle in an attempt to pin her down and grapple her.

If she avoided the kick then she might be able to prepare herself for the tackle. However, if he successfully clinched her, he'd squeeze and constrict until breathing started to look more like a privilege than a necessity.

@HoneyMagpie

 

[Blank Solus]

Blank Solus was a latecomer to the festivities, having just recently arrived from merc-ing it up in the outer rim. She had been working for a petty tyrant willing to pay her exorbitant fee, putting some steel behind the iron fist of his law as he lorded over some piss bucket excuse for a world. Real boring work.

That had all come to an end when the call of House Solus had made its way out to her. She had broke contract with the tyrant and shot him dead on his throne when he demanded her continued servitude. Now that had been fun, blasting her way out of the hovel he had called a castle.

Stalking into the main chamber of the citadel, Blank briefly mused about how things had come full circle. Swearing loyalty to Nox in the very same citadel, now she came to some sort of call to action or something. A few of her clansmen had filled her in on the broad details, enough to rile her up over the 'redemption' of Kotii Solus, their dar'manda alor. Dar'manda no longer it seemed. It wasn't for her to question the rally master Van'aria however much the idea rankled.

It seemed the festivities were already well under way as the sound of a brawl echoed in the hall, music to her ears. Blank came to stand next to a black clad Vizsla (@Sreeya ) and a horn helmed warrior (@TWD26 ), watching the fight for a moment before speaking.

"Seems things never change around here." She laughed. "Whats the reason for the fight?" She asked as she tilted her helmet a bit to catch the two warriors in her peripheral while keeping an eye on the fight.

 

[Genova Veren]

Foe (the damn di'kut) was surprisingly fast, but when fighting up close and personal, it was to be expected. Underestimating your opponent was a good way as any to get the sense knocked out of you. @Kyusil Veren demonstrated that beautifully. Genova, however, wouldn't go down so easy; if the worst should happen, she'd go down swinging.

Dodging the kick, the armourer prepared herself for what came next. The best way to deal with a tackle is to meet it head-on. If Foe got her to ground, she'd be at a hell of a disadvantage.

Keeping her legs as far back as possible, the lorrdian kept her weight low and equally balanced. She then leaned forward, crashing into Foe mid-tackle. She wouldn't be able to hold this position for long, given the differences in strength, but it allowed her to get close enough to make a grapple of her own. Snake-like arms encircled the warrior's thick neck - choking him would be difficult, yes, but Geneova wasn't about that. She had something different in mind.

“Sushir, mir'sheb...” She cinched her grip, as an extra measure, "He might be a shithead, but he's my shithead. No one gets to beat on him, except me and my kin! Ya got that?!"

She couldn't throw him, not without gaining some momentum first. But the armourer could certainly twist him into submission. So, Genova (with all her weight behind her) began to forcibly rotate Foe's head. Not to break it, but rather to steer it. Wherever the head turned, the body naturally wanted to follow. Once Genova had a clear line of sight, she'd release her grip a bring her elbow down like a axe, right on the helmet's side.

Upon contact, yet another satisfactory 'ding' rang out.

@Charles

 

[Telrand Skirata]

Telrand made his way through the halls as he turned his head to map the area out. This would help give him an advantage, with an automapper programmed into his helmet to further draw this out to and back home. But here he had to act like he was not casing the place and he certainly had practice with that. His lithe, somewhat short frame would blend in with other low ranking or green Mandalorians in the halls. He himself had just returned from a mission he was hired for, and as always he made good on the "Alive" part of his contract. It helped the target didn't even see him, but that detail he did not need to spread. Here he was just Telrand Skirata, member of the nearly extinct Skirata Clan. A clan scattered to the winds never to be seen in force again.

He would reach the combat and simply look around at the two, before sliding out the fiddle and bow from the pouch on the small of his back. Telrand had a feeling that combat would happen I this meeting, so he decided to bring out something he had just recently been trying out. He quietly tuned his violin before he began to pluck away at his instrument. At first he was still tweaking the sound of his strings, before he was comfortable with how it sounded in both standard and stikato. Eventually he rolled into a rather quick tempo that would make anyone but the most stubborn party poopers at least tap their foot.

It was jovial and fast, pairing well with the brawl as well as those who'd prefer to dance fast. His foot tapped to his own beat, helping him keep time as he wailed on his fiddle. The sounds would echo throughout the hall and bring some life to the mostly drum based music around him. It was an ancient song he played, one many would remember, but played in a way most would hopefully find refreshing. Turning a dirge about a famous warrior slain in battle into a celebration of his actions and his glory. Telrand had learned very quickly these people not only were very proud and noble but reveled in their conquest. So he felt the best way to make himself fit in, while still standing out somewhat, is to try and celebrate past victories through song.

@all_the_mangos