Open Social Mandalore In Song We Remember

[Mysha Kelborn]

Mysha, it seemed, missed the best part of the party.

Having come in silently ahead of some of her Kelborn brethren, she watched as Rook and Veren tangled on the ground, arms crossed beneath her bust. Though she was still clad in the grey beskar'gam of her father's vintage, her pouldrons seemed to bear a new color, shimmering in the light of the Hall. Red, casting a sharp relief the insignia of Clan Kelborn, etched in a deep black. Taking a draught of the narcolethe that seemed to be offered, she chuckled quietly to herself, enjoying the spectacle almost as much as she was enjoying the brew.

There was nothing like a good Keldabe Kiss to really waken the senses.

Speaking of...

Her gaze panned over all those who were present. A few were familiar; notably, however, she realized she was looking for the small figure of a yellow-clad Mandalorian bearing the Wren insignia. Not for the first time, she wondered about her little friend @Song Wren, met on Nevarro. A few beskar'gam were somewhat familiar to the Kelborn Armorer, however for now she would bide her time, and wait.

Slowly strolling up to be closer to Van'Aria, she would give her host a nod, and a slight salute with her drink, careful to keep out of the way of the brawlers, and the unconscious form of another, before slipping the straw beneath her helm and taking a long draught. If necessary, she could intervene, but why? It was far more entertaining to hear the ringing of punches while having a good drink.

Perhaps even the little Krow(@Forsythe Crowholde) would make an appearance, or even Arthos, a lad she knew since the assault on Zyggeria. The sound of drums was as familiar as her own heartbeat, but she fought the urge to look out for Hauron or Kotii, instead her voice came out in a low, bemused rumble.

<<"Better to fight it out now than let it fester,">> she muttered, more to herself than to anyone in particular. Still, she would be content to hang about in her little corner, biding her time unless she saw a more familiar helm or something to pique her curiosity.

 

[Rynn Itera]

Rynn Itera brought his hand up towards his wrist gauntlet, pressing the button to pause the Galactic Funk that he had been listening to only moments prior. His golden visor shifted to the black armored Mandalorian. He had recognized the name in passing circles within Imperial space and during the brief stint of the crusades, though he didn't know Shale on a personal level.

A smile broke out from behind his helmet as he gave her a firm nod. "Vizsla," he said in a tone of mutual respect. "Hope things haven't been too hard with the Empire bottoming out." The flow of credits had begun to slow down within recent months as the Empire went through an internal struggle.

Rynn stepped away from the current scuffle that he helped cause and tapped Shale on the shoulder as if to motion her off to the side, beside a Kryze and a Solus that he had never met before. "They don't," Rynn said to Blank who laughed about the whole ordeal. "There's a reason I avoid our homeland, I'm just waiting for the talk of the Old Gods, ancestors, and glory that neither us or our fathers have ever seen." The Mandalorian huffed from beneath his mask.

Both hands reached up and he pulled the helmet off to reveal his jet black hair with the greying sides. His flesh was pale due to the lack of sun, which only accented the dark scars which ran along his face. He held the maul helm in his right hand and a drink from one of the tables in his left. "How are things with you three?"
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[Van'Aria Solus]

Van'Aria stared forwards like a statue, petrified in the act of watching this "altercation of fists" unfold, what Mysha likely did not notice was that the large woman was entirely aware of her stepping into Van'Aria's periphery, to add to the uncanniness when Mysha spoke to herself Van'Aria answered almost precisely upon her statement.

"Its Tradition. I would not dare interrupt this, nor would I preach how important it is. There are clans here of so many different upbringings, ideologies. I would be a fool to not expect this. Virtue, Honour, Duty. It matters naught when faced with the reality of what one is to the core."

Van'Aria then slowly tilted her head to Mysha followed by her entire Body.

"Kelborn. You were the one that was uncertain of Kotii's decision today." The statement was hard to read, was it an accusation? A question? The tone in her voice was so incredibly monotone that it was almost dangerous to ponder what was the correct assumption. "He is yours, is he not?"

The next question was personal but direct, it was important for Van'Aria to gauge the personality of the Woman even if her approach could be smoother and more light-hearted.

"If you ponder if I am at all disapproving, I am not. He is kin. As are you." Van'Aria then gestured further off to the sides where there were seats and tables as if to insinuate to take a seat. "I would know more of the Woman behind this helmet. If you indulge me. And in turn, I will answer your questions, perhaps even give you a chance to chip at what many could not."

The Large Woman then put herself into motion, Mysha in tow or not she would make a straight line towards a Table mostly empty only inhabited by one or two Solus Clansmen, when she sat, the aching of wood could be heard under the immense strain of Van'Aria's physique.

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[Mysha Kelborn]

She hadn't expected Van'Aria to speak to her. When the woman's words were first directed at her, Mysha tilted her own helm towards the taller woman's way, merely listening against the backdrop of the dirty wrestling match before them. A woman of few words, she wasn't as good with pretty phrases to frame her thoughts, but she could intuit what the woman was addressing. Indeed, were she a hotter head, the words would have nettled at her questioning Mysha's reflexive reaction to Kotii's choice.

Truthfully, she wasn't entirely certain herself why she reacted the way she did. Perhaps it was because, after so long of grieving and not knowing whether he was truly dead or alive, she was grateful merely to have him with her, alive, regardless if he was declared dar'manda or no. She was uncharacteristically afraid.

Of what?

The small voice asked in the back of her mind, but she merely gave a slight shrug to answer at first, now fully focused on the Solus woman. Still, at her question, Mysha smiled behind her helm, feeling her face, unseen, flush with warmth.

<"He is.">

Such a simple statement, but a wealth of something behind it. Emotion, yes, quiet pride, a simple affirming declaration that she meant with all her being. He was hers. Which was why the thought of him pushing himself to danger again, to be pressed to come back from the dead, was such a serious decision in her mind, not one to be taken lightly. Still, at the woman stating she was kin, Mysha unexpectedly chuckled.

<"Glad we agree. We are all kin here,"> she glanced sideways at the scuffle, the only indication she was aware of their surroundings, <"despite clan differences.">

The temptation to know more of the Solus woman was certainly one she wouldn't deny, and so with the offering to follow, Mysha did, keeping an easy stride with Van'Aria despite the woman's obvious larger stride. Once she settled across from the bigger woman, she cocked her head again, setting her drink on the table and crossing her arms on it.

<"I'd like to get to know you better too, Solus."> Despite the formal words, her tone evidently had a small smile in it. It was clear Mysha wasn't shy about talking with others, and that Van'Aria was a curiosity for the rogue Armorer. Plus, it was nice to know more of her than what Kotii had mentioned before; though she was reserved to most, that didn't mean she had some curiosity to her.

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[Arthos Vizsla]

It had been a long time since Arthos had joined in on one of these parties - the last time, had probably been back when there was an actual Mand'alor in command of their people. He'd changed since then but one thing hadn't really changed because it wasn't something he could actually grow out of. Instead it was something that he came to accept about himself so he could work around it rather than trying and failing to be different.

Arthos Vizsla was not a social person - he was a social anxious person, if anything.

Still, he landed one of the shuttles he had managed to buy during his bounty hunting and other criminal works on time for the party. He then spent the next half an hour or so talking himself into only taking his regular blaster rather than any of the others he'd bought recently.

He'd finally managed to snap out of his self-distracting spiral when he realised he was trying to find some polish to literally polish his helmet.

At that point enough was enough and he marched out of his ship, locked it behind him and marched his way toward the festivities with the weight of someone who was going to his execution. With his helmet still firmly on, Arthos marched through The Citadel before entering the great hall.

Stepping into the hall, the tall Vizsla looked around at the assembled Mandos. Some faces/buckets he recognised and some he was even related to - who he made a beeline toward. Walking past the scuffle without so much as a backward look, Arthos took up a drink with a straw in his left hand and offered to clasp his right wrist with @Shale Vizsla as he stood beside her.

"Shale." he greeted her with a smile beneath his bucket, "The drinks must be good if you showed up."

He turned to the others who had assembled around his clanmate, nodding to them and greeting them in turn with a slightly gruff, slightly awkward, tone.

"Kryze. Itera. Solus." he greeted them before glancing around, "This the first fight or did I miss one?"

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[Blank Solus]

Blank laughed as the horned helmeted Mandalorian griped about their kinsmen's tendency to wax on about the old gods, the old dead, and old honor that none of their kind had experienced for generations. It was true that some of the more 'strict' Mandalorians still held to those ways. Cultists in Blank's opinion.

"I've been all over the galaxy, never seen evidence of any gods, ours or others." Blank said as they looked around for a drink, preferably something strong. "Fuck 'em is what I say." She grinned underneath her helmet. Those were fighting words if said around the wrong Mandalorian, or right one. She was counting on it.

It was then that a droid passed by carrying a tray of drinks and Blank eagerly grabbed a tankard of ale for herself before removing her helmet and tucking it under her arm, revealing a pale face often untouched by the sun and a shock of red hair. "Things have been, well, boring. Was working jobs in the outer rim before I got the call, nothing interesting. Oh, Blank Solus by the way." She grinned as she brought her tankard up to bump it against Itera's before taking a long pull as another Vizsla walked up to join them.

"Vizsla." She gave a nod to the newcomer, sizing him up. "First fight of the night as far as I'm aware... Why? You lookin' for one?" She asked with a cocked grin and a feral glint in her eye as she cracked her neck from side to side. The flight back to Mandalore had been a long one and she wouldn't mind getting a chance to cross fists with another Mandalorian if one presented itself.

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[Foe’guth Rook]

This Veren was a true warrior- one that was far better a representative of her Clan than the pitiful peacock. Nevertheless, Foe wasn't going to let her win- not of pride, but to teach a lesson. Wearing the armor they wore was more than just typical trooper armor. It was their culture and their life. Kyusil was unworthy of such a privilege, and did not deserve to wear his people's armor- if he was even a Mandalorian at all.

When Genova tried to get an arm around his neck, he simply put his chin down to keep her off of it. Then, he felt her try to force his head into position to which jumped backwards, hoping to crush her with his back when they hit the ground. He was bigger, but she was quicker, something Foe'guth had to keep in mind if this battle prolonged any longer.

"I admit..." Foe grunted as they tangled together for a vantage point. "Hitting him was out of line- But...Errrgh....But he is hardly one of us- Clansman- Grrrgh -Clansman or not..." While on the ground, Foe'guth reached for one of Genova's legs, hoping to pull and twist in a most uncomfortable manner. "Yield-" But Genova's elbow had a clear shot at his head, rattling his senses whilst he grabbed to pull her leg.

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[Shale Vizsla]

Shale smirked at Rynn’s comments, always appreciating when a Mando could speak about the Empire without flinching, “Better than ever,” She said, “I work with Imperials sometimes,” She thought about Max Dram briefly and how he was faring these days, “Opened an armor shop in neutral space.”

She finished her drink and reached for another when Arthos showed up. Finally. The stench of only Solus and Rook was getting suffocating. She clasped his wrist and tugged him towards her, clapping his back with her other hand, “Long time no see, kiddo,” Shale said, her demeanor cheerful as she was clearly pleased to see him.

Shale looked over as Blank Solus responded to Arthos’ pleasant greeting with what clearly sounded like a challenge. Perhaps it was because Shale was fed up with the nonsense she saw so far. Perhaps it was because she dated a Solus herself and that made her more impulsive. For whatever reason, the cocky way Blank spoke grated her nerves. The woman barely finished her question before Shale’s fist whirled in lightning fast while Blank was addressing Arthos. The armored punch would be hard enough to bruise and bleed her cheekbone if it hit, the blow solid enough to knock her down. Shale was in no mood for bullshit from anyone. Especially when it was directed at another Vizsla.

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[Blank Solus]

Blank barely had time to finish her sentence before a flash of movement caught her eye. Not from the newcomer Vizsla but the one who had been standing their when she arrived. The last moment attempt to bring her arm up in defense was too slow, and Shale's armored fist cracked against Blank's face.

The Vizsla hit hard and it sent Blank reeling. Not quite hard enough to send the seasoned warrior sprawling, but she staggered back as the taste of iron filled her mouth and she felt something tumble loose in there. A tooth clattered against the ground as Blank spat blood.

Blank grinned at the Vizsla as she flung her clay tankard of ale at the warrior woman's face, drink flying in an arc from the cup as it flew while she tugged her helmet over her bleeding face with the other hand. The Vizsla would find the Solus momentarily obscured when the ale splashed across her visor and the tankard would shatter against the face of her helmet if it hit.

Blank of course would come charging in behind the liquid curtain, seeking to use the moment of distraction to close the distance and slam into the warrior. Her right arm would come up to shield her head from blows from above as she came in low, attempting to slam her left shoulder into the Vizsla's chest and jam her armored right forearm against her black faceplate.

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[Van'Aria Solus]

Something... something very, very dangerous was happening in her periphery, Mysha could feel the tension radiating from the Solus woman in front of her that slowly tilted her head back into the crowd locking onto a scene that nearly catapulted her to a stand, but she restrained herself, as fast as the tempers rose so did they extinguish again, like embers of a hot oven, Van'Aria turned her head back to Mysha, curiously enough Mysha was more than capable of seeing that Van'Arias gaze remained on the Vizslas longer than intended, predominantly on Arthos for a lengthy time, it was curious to see him at a social event.

"My apologies, when I see one of my own Clansmen get struck, my impulses sometimes take over."

She said this as Mysha could see Van'Aria release the corner of the table that they were sitting at, that corner was now gone, broken off, the large woman looked down at her destructive grip almost as if she didn't fully intend for such.

"Differences always come forth, it's a true Leader's foresight that is required to discern which is a problem and which is not. I see no such problems here. Let them get to know each other, even if it means by fist they will in the end learn from it, whom to approach... and whom not."

She reached over to the far left corner beneath their table, an entire keg was being stored there and curiously enough she hefted it from below onto the Table, if Mysha didn't protest the Solus Woman would top her off doing so almost in a nonchalant... machine like motion, it was all routine that was shown in her movements, eventually she would pour herself a similar pint and gazed deep into the visor of her table-partner.

"I would have offered Uj, but sadly I gave the last few bits of it away to some Veren Foundlings earlier." Van'Aria sighed, she of course was referencing Uj'cake. A Mandalorian staple and incredibly sweet cake. "Tell me, then, who is the Kelborn that sits in front of me. And how has she come to court the redeemed?"

Just when Van'Aria finished her sentence, she brought her hands together, angling her elbows up whilst resting the bottom of her chin ever so slightly atop her hands.

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[Mysha Kelborn]

Mysha carefully observed Van'Aria as the woman seemed to stir, to tense, and for a moment she wasn't sure if this abrupt reaction was because of her, however she didn't even flinch, even when the protested crack of wood gave way under the Rally Master's hand. She gave another nod, giving a brief glance to the new scuffle.

<"They will persevere,"> she answered simply. <"If it was anyone of my own clan, perhaps, I might have moved; I understand your want to intervene. This is good learning."> She knew she wasn't offering her opinion of the fights breaking out, but she could understand their importance. Sometimes, it was good to see how others fought, or how different clans considered their targets. Spotting Arthos, she gave the youth a salute from her tankard, though she wasn't sure if he would even perceive her or no. Not that it mattered; it was good to see a familiar troan in this space. He seemed to have grown up well.

She met the woman's level stare firmly, one hand wrapped around her mug as the question settled onto her mind. She smiled at the mention of Uj, and shrugged once. <"It is all right; there will be more opportunities to share in good time."> Her voice was a warm timber, yet something in it was as firm as beskar; she measured her words, her responses.

Ah, so she wanted a romance story. Mysha shifted a little, taking a sip of her drink, and letting it warm her throat. Though stories weren't exactly her forte, she didn't mind telling the story between herself and Kotii. Besides, it was a good story to tell.

<"I am the daughter of Aurian Kelborn, previous Alor of clan Kelborn. I was named by him, Mysha."> A simple sentence, but yet weighed with some tang still of sorrow. Even though it had been many years since she saw her Buir, that still didn't make the loss any easier. <"I carry his legacy; his forge still burns bright, and I carry it with me always; along with his weapon."> She gestured to her hip, where the vibrohammer still rested, inert for now.

But she'd also asked how she and Kotii came to be. Lips tugging into a slight smirk, she took another long sip of her drink. She felt like she might need it with these kinds of questions.

<"He found me first, at Vlemoth Port. I was adrift, certain that I was the last of my Clan to follow the Way, and ply our trade as an armorer. He..."> She paused, then chuckled once, absently swirling her drink. <"He was the first of our kind who actively sought me out. Who reminded me what it truly means to follow the Creed. He chose me..."> and she stilled her hand, feeling the swirling liquid slow, <"And when I thought him dead, he returned to me. We have done much together; he is mine, and I am his."> This was not much of a secret, but she wasn't sure how much any others would know about Kotii's personal life. <"He is my helm, and I am his. Even though he vexes me often,"> the last sentence was spoken dryly, before nodding to the woman before her.

<"Tell me about yourself, she who walks in grace."> Her words were honest, straightforward in their meaning. Mysha was not blind to the woman's sometimes stiff mannerisms; beneath that iron skin beat the heart of another like herself. A warrior deep in the blood; that in itself carried its' own grace. <"I have never been graced with your presence in my forge.">

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[Kyusil Veren]

Yosimydi Azenellis De'lyr Aft Kyusil Veren the Calm, blissful sleeper adorning the the prestigious floor of the Grand Hall. He had never been stunned before, a life of privilege meant one didn't often find themselves on the wrong end of a blaster. Lucky for him it had merely been intended to incapacitate rather than kill. Being as virginal to violence as he was he didn't quite understand what was happening by the time he was out. As he lay there in the dark, his handiwork on his helmet was payed forward. The helmet was a massive liability in many ways because of it, but the luxury padding he'd added to the interior meant even in this prone position -with all his weight carried by the visor- it felt like sleeping on a pillow.

There wasn't an abundance of time for the usual frolicking of one's subconsciousness. But even so, in that odd way that dreams could induce years of wisdom and wonder into mere seconds, the might Veren received many a vision. He saw himself standing atop the tallest towers on every capital planet at once, the Unifier of every faction. Ender of war and strife and all hailed him as their savior. He saw himself conquering mighty beasts, tearing gundarks asunder in each hand. Holding their skulls up high and not a drop of their blood on his armor. He saw himself blessing the galaxy with his name once it was under his control. How trite were the names like Inner, Mid and Outer Rim? Far better off they'd be as the Yosimydi, Azenellis, and De'lyr sectors. Yes, every part of the galaxy would bear a part of his name.

Eventually he did stir from his imposed siesta, slowly becoming aware of his new situation. His first instinct was to quickly rise to his feet and take a quick scan of the room to ensure no one had seen him fall. Thankfully, it seemed there were much more interesting things to spectate at the moment. He couldn't know for certain how long he'd been unconscious but it had to have been some time at the very least given the kerfuffle that had arisen in his awareness' absence. Returning his thoughts to himself per usual he started to check his clothing, trying to subtly dust off his cape before anyone paid him any mind. At this point he had come to the conclusion that he must've been so riled up that he fainted. Which wouldn't have been the first time, maintaining a slim figure like his own required an unreasonable amount of fasting, after all.

Taking stock of the current situation it was apparent where he belonged, so he began making his way to the table where the civilized Mandalorians who had the decency to communicate with words rather than fisticuffs were situated. He walked in a semi-circle giving a wide berth to those tussling about. Savages, he thought to himself. Aloud he said "Pardon me" as he stepped past the guard and some vaguely familiar individual he couldn't be bothered to give a second thought to remembering properly. Instead he reached the cluster of conversationalists and said "The pleasure is yours, Yosimydi Azenellis De'lyr Aft Kyusil Veren the Cordial." Giving a nod of his head to go with the introduction. "And you all are...?"

Spoiler: tl;dr

Sleeping Beauty wakes up and doesn't realize the fight is over him (he'd love it if he did)

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[Kotii Solus]

Spoiler

The Citadel was large and there were numerous rooms and halls with Mandalorians having side conversations. Kotii pulled himself away from his first game of ale-ball, patting his team mate on the back. Thanks to Mysha and Solus armorers here, Kotii's new helmet was freshly detailed with the dozen orange marks representing the saved Pzob foundlings. Now each of those foundlings were Mandalorians Kotii could be proud of. But he had yet to see Hauron around the party yet. But he would find the boy later and have a wholesome father and son chat. The Mikkian was a man now and Kotii could give some praise where it was due.

Picking up a box in one hand and a half-filled cup in the other, the Badger made his way towards the large hall where the sounds of commotion had begun. The box in hand contained extra straws since a lot of Mandalorians preferred to drink with them. Plus the best drinks came with straws in Kotii's opinion. His plastic cup had a small tie-dye umbrella sticking out of it with a few pieces of fruit still on it.

Stepping back into the hall he quickly got the gyst of what was going on. Black Hand cocked an eyebrow and was glad someone had started something or else he would have. But he just hoped the Solus did not fail to represent. The Echani Offshoot would have time to listen to others as the brawl continued. Occasionally the man let out a wince as he saw a hit land or make a silent expression underneath his helm as a maneuver did not pan out.

The ex Solus Alor looked around at everyone gathered and could not help but smile. They were squabbling and fighting, but they were here together. He could not help but feel his chest swell since the first time he met with other Coverts at the Black Keep for the first time in years. It gave him hope to see them all here.

Kotii would eventually come into view of Mysha and Van'Aria talking off to one side. They seemed to be having a private conversation so he thought it best to not intervene. They were welcome to wave him over if they wanted him there. Otherwise his visor scanned the crowd and armors to try and discern everyone's identity. For some their posture was obvious, or their paint scheme made it clear. But others were less overt since Kotii had not met with many since they had made changes.

Approaching one of the larger drink stands, the man dropped off the box of straws. A fresh keg was opened and the Solus helped himself after drinking the contents of his cup. He wanted to reduce, reuse and recycle. What would the wookiees think?

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[Shale Vizsla]

Shale stood her ground as Solus reeled from the punch, calmly poised and watching for retaliation. The tankard flew and it was the oldest trick in the book. If there was one thing Mandos were used to, it was cheap shots at the visor. Shale was actually disappointed. The Vizsla kept her relaxed bearing, abruptly crouching to allow the cup to sail over her head. Unfortunately, this meant it collided with Rynn’s (@TWD26 )armor.

As a result, Shale had full view of the attacks coming in after that as she stood her full height again. She noticed Blank’s right arm layered over her head to protect herself. The Vizsla thrust forward, extended her own right hand to abruptly grasp Blank’s right. At the same time Shale pivoted around Blank’s right side. This would almost entirely negate Blank’s lurch with her left shoulder. In that same fluid motion, Shale would pull the right arm down and whirl in with her left fist to slug the right side of Blank’s head.

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[Van'Aria Solus]

"There are many shades of Grace. Some violent, others... nimble, there are some shades that are... fragile, easily broken."

Van'Aria at heart always spun words more... over the top than they need to be, cryptic was something that was taught to her by the one that delivered her to Clan Solus, that alone was a story that was long-winded and hard to bring forth. Listening however... made her intently aware of some things almost instantly, to some it was subtle, to others very few would likely go as far as to assume but Van'Aria just from the few words that Mysha already crafted herself a picture of her character.

"You have known great loss." She began, Mysha could deny it, but Van'Aria felt as though she was correct. "This loss you still carry with you wherever you go, a reminder of those that gave things to you, that have shown you who you are."

Van'Aria paused briefly, a woman that used pauses for both theatrics and authoritative effect, inclining her head slightly that purple visor of hers felt almost like it carried a glint to it, as if Mysha could feel Van'Aria's eyes come forth, but in the end it was only a visor.

"A Person only truly dies when its name is no longer spoken, when its... memes are faded so far that noone speaks them or enacts them, and when the last item they possessed... is destroyed." Van'Aria gestured to the Hammer on Mysha's belt.

"Aurian. Do you know what such a name means?" She began before snickering amusedly. "I know you do, but I shall say it regardless. Blessed Earth. Curious how one that rose from such... would redeem themselves. I say it is fate. Perhaps even... it was you who has guided HIM where he must go."

Van'Aria then grew silent as she pondered the way of how to reply to how Mysha spoke of Kotii, no true love was one that forever and ever was in good graces, ups and downs are required to have... just that, true love.

"I would not wish for a partner that I can only agree with. Then again, a Partner is not one of my Priorities to have. I would dare say... cherish what you have. There are others that would be jealous."

Van'Aria said this rather bemusedly, only now did she reach down for her own drink and partake of it, when she did so almost entirely draining it, it made sense given her width and height that she equally consumed as much as she took up in space.

"I hail from the Moon." She gestured up, clearly meaning the Moon of Mandalore. Concordia. "Mine true name was that of Vanessa, the one to name me wished to change such, so he figured Areia, Warlike, would fit well, in truth it became Van'Aria, you may call me Aria. I had no such thing as a "true" Father instead I had Clan Solus, If they still exist, my Parents that is, they are not here."

Van'Aria's tone then turned more strict and robust as she spoke next, what she said seemed to mean alot to her.

"Mandalorian Culture showed me that even those that have nothing can become something, they can be accepted, they can have a Family, a Cause. Some see that as worshipping a god, others see it as simply making money to survive, neither of them are wrong, both are Mandalorian."

Van'Aria then slowly leaned back. "But I have a feeling you only have more questions than answers now. That and..." She gestured beyond Mysha to make her aware of Kotii's arrival. "I believe your Man has arrived."

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[Raya Kryze]

It didn’t take very long for Raya to gravitate towards all the action. It wasn’t a proper Mandalorian gathering unless someone was getting into a fight - and the Kryze felt oddly at home amongst all the chaos and flying fists. She snagged a few snacks and mug of ale - moving to stand beside the rest of the group. Her gaze flicked between the lot of them - a smile forming beneath her helmet upon spotting Arthos. “Viszla,” She offered him a nod in greeting - and promptly returned to watching Shale and Blank duke it out a few feet away.

Of course, that was until another Mandalorian joined their little gathering.

Raya watched with narrowed eyes as Kotii slithered his way into their midst - keeping off to himself and positioned near a table of drinks. It had been years since their last confrontation on Abafar, but she carried the weight of that day with her still.

He alone was responsible for the deaths of multiple of her clansmen, and had nearly taken her own life by shooting down that transport. He had turned his back on his own people during the crusades, and stained his hands with their blood. He’d been stripped of his armor and had to be rescued by his followers - and yet dared to show up at the Citadel.

Raya didn’t say one word to the rest of the group. She didn’t say one word to Kotii. Instead, the Kryze merely began to waltz forth from where she was standing, beginning to approach the same table filled with drinks. She only made it half-way to her destination before engaging the jetpack that she wore - tilting forward and allowing the propulsion to carry her towards Kotti in a blur of motion.

The moment that she came into reach, Raya whirled in with her left gauntlet - attempting to deck Kotii right in the side of his helmet. She kept her right arm close to her center mass defensively, prepared if the Solus opted to copy Blank with some cheap attempt to blind her visor. She wouldn’t stop her forward momentum with the punch, however. With the jetpack carrying her forward, Raya had every intention of slamming into the Solus and sending them both crashing through the table of drinks.

@Darasuum

 

[Blank Solus]

Blank wasn't particularly fazed by Shale's dodging of the tankard. It had served it's purpose, keeping the other Mandalorian busy for the split second it had taken to get her helmet on. She felt the grasp of Shale's hand around the wrist of her right arm and the subtle shift as Shale began her pivot around Blank's right side.

Blank pivoted with her, feet moving in concert to keep herself to the outside of Shale's right arm as it's hand held Blank's right forearm. She could feel Shale pulling the arm down, but held the strong position close to her head and body as she pivoted her weight, tucking further in to block the left handed blow as she stepped in with her left foot and drove in with an elbow strike upwards from her left at the joint of Shale's right arm, the weight of her rising form behind it.

@Sreeya

 

[Shale Vizsla]

Shale felt her punch miss and she wouldn’t be able to block the elbow strike. However, they were too close for Blank to actually put much power behind the strike, especially since it was the elbow and not a punch. The fact that it was a protruding edge driving under Shale’s arm caused pain, and pushed her from where she was. Nevertheless it wasn’t enough to completely throw her off.

The Vizsla had already drawn back from the punch attempt and instead followed through with a harsh strike to the right side of Blank’s ribs where armor didn’t protect her. Shale didn’t release Blank’s right arm yet, now actually keeping it where the Solus forcefully kept it raised near her head. As a result, there would be no blocking the rib strike.

Regardless of how the strike landed, Shale would release her right arm upon the end of the attempt. With the release and with Blank having stepped into a new position after following Shale’s pivot, the Vizsla abruptly jutted her right foot out to hook and sweep Black’s left leg to suddenly make her drop.

@Arcangel

 

[Kotii Solus]

Spoiler: Music

Kotii's helmet took the impact of Raya's fist as the Mandalorian tried his best to roll with the impact. He was over a foot taller than the woman that struck him but she literally packed a punch and the Solus had been close to being unprepared for the follow up attempted tackle. The pain fueled his desire to brawl and retaliate. Even if the man felt he deserved to serve penance for his sins he would defend himself.

With his focus on what came after the punch, the Solus kept his attacker in view as she kept coming. There was no time to move out of the way as the Kryze clan mate was already within her own reach, meaning she was well within Kotii's. At the moment he recovered from the punch the Mandalorian dropped to one knee and wrapped his arms around her waist and held onto her belt with both hands. Using his substantial strength and her own momentum he would try to pick her up off the ground in her armor as Kotii turned and stood with her over his head before slamming her down into the wooden table behind him. If done properly, Raya would be upside down and on her back looking up at the ceiling and Kotii.

Normally this would be the part that he would ask them to introduce themselves. But Kotii had no idea who he was fighting. Plenty of people wanted to pick a fight with the badger. In the end he supposed it did not matter.

Black Hand worked out every day and had few hobbies these days aside from self-improvement. Sufficed to say, the smaller Mandalorian had made a mistake getting in that close with someone bigger and stronger than her. Unfortunately the collateral was going to be the table between @Van'Aria Solus and @Mysha Kelborn . Everything on its surface would be pushed off or crushed. The wooden table hopefully had not been one of @Kyusil Veren 's creations or else Kotii might end up fighting two people at once.

@Altaris

 

[Blank Solus]

Blank felt her elbow connect with Shale's arm but the Vizsla stood her ground, her grip firm. That was fine. Blank's own left hand would hook over the right arm that still hung on, clasping her own hand around the right forearm and pushing down as she felt a sudden impact to the ribs and the grip on her right arm release.

Blank gritted her teeth at the blow after an involuntary gasp of pain. The reaction to pain however, was more aggression. The blow also put Shale's left arm right under Blank's freshly released right arm which clamped downwards, right hand grasping at the withdrawing wrist as she wondered if the Vizsla had broken her rib. Instead of settling back, she would step in as she grasped both arms.

Slam

Blank would fling her head forwards to plant a keldabe kiss on Shale's forehead, visor to visor as she felt the foot hook and sweep her own out from under her. She felt herself falling backwards and hung onto her grasp to drag Shale down with her as he back slammed into the ground.

@Sreeya