Oyu'baat

Sun Oct 09, 2011 7:50 pm by Beroya

*The man in rusty looking matte dark green armour sprinkled with specks of what appeared to be rust drew a chair back and took a seat opposite to the finest surviving male descendant of Reyn Skirata. He laid his hands on the table where Brynden could see them. Trust went a long way, and he couldn't blame his opposite for casually laying a hand close to his hip, painfully obvious though it was. Not bothering to order a drink or remove his faceless helmet, he leaned forward in a conciliatory manner. Its surface yielded no knowledge as to whether it was all visor: it could have been full beskar.*

''Do for me?'' *The apparition chuckled.* ''Stay alive would be nice, for a start.''

Mon Oct 10, 2011 4:23 am by Brynden Skirata

*When the stranger put his hands on the table, Bryn cautiously moved his hand away from his gun, placing it on the table as well.*
"We have similar wishes then friend. But I can't help but wonder why you concern yourself with my life. Do I know you vod?"
*Brynden sipped the dark thick caf and smoked his cigarette, sizing the man up. His armor was of curious make, and Bryn found the lack an obvious visor slightly odd.*

Mon Oct 10, 2011 4:52 am by Beroya

*There were two reasons why Octavio kept the helmet on. Firstly, he wasn't entirely sure that Brynden would be overly friendly to the beroya that was having an affair with his sister. Their past meetings all indicated that the younger of Athyna's two surviving brothers harboured little love for wandering beroyase. Secondly, he needed the HUD to pick up and filter all relevant information. He might have gotten to Brynden first, but that didn't mean that he would be the only one. The assembly upset a lot of spirits, and Malice, even though Brynden was more respectful than some of the other alors, wasn't the sort to forget a grievance, by reputation.*

''You know me indeed.'' *He changed the subject clamly, as if everything that needed to be said on the matter had been said.* ''Your words didn't sit well with the Mand'alor today... nor with some of the other alors, I could tell. This is my concern.''

Mon Oct 10, 2011 5:09 am by Brynden Skirata

*Brynden was puzzled as to why this man was being so cryptic but chose to put it aside for the moment. He sipped again at the caf and nodded as the warrior spoke of his words to the others. He knew he had made few friends with them, but a warrior has a right to speak his mind and a chieftain the obligation.*
"Aye, I suspect that is the case. However, I must speak my mind, and care for my clan. My duty to my clan is higher than my duty to any Mandalore, and my place is with them standing against the darkness at the edge of the galaxy. I wish Mandalore every fortune, but I cannot in good conscience put my people to his task. If Manda'yaim is threatened, we will be come to her defense, but otherwise we must see to ourselves. I hope they are able to see this, but if not, I shall deal with whatever consequences they may try to bring."

*There was a conviction in his voice. A beskar plate beneath his tone. The words of a man convinced beyond doubt he was doing the right thing.*

Wed Oct 12, 2011 2:07 pm by Nem Yin

*When his drink was finished, Uzas ordered another and something to eat. This time instead of the bitter ale he had been drinking, he tried a cup of the Mandalorian's famed Tihaar. Upon placing the cup to his lips, the Intendant's tongue darted out, lapping the substance in an inquisitive manner. Flavorful sensations stung the end of his tongue, causing him to tip the cup further and taking a full sip of the alcoholic beverage. He swirled the brew around in his mouth, savoring each and every sensation until he was acclimatized the the taste. It was stronger than the ale, that was for certain, though not as potent as the sparkbee honey that he was accustomed to back home.*

*Odd that the Mandalorians found something so...fruity, a common enough substance to drink. Having heard of their opposition to his people during the war, he expected them to be a bit more unrefined. Just as before, he was learning that not everything was as it appeared at first glance. In light of their near annihilation, they seemed to prosper, more so than his own people. It was humbling to say the least.*

*Uzas smelled the plate of infidel sustenance before he saw it. He had ordered a simple enough thing, a "steak sandwich and fries", as it was called. However, it was something he had yet to try. The first detected scent told him it was loaded with fat and grease, causing his mouth to salivate. He had of course ordered it rare, preferring his meat bloody and stricken by the lingering vestiges of a life it no longer possessed. With caution he poured a mound of ketchup onto his plate, dipping his fries into the crimson liquid before bringing them to his mouth and munching them down greedily. Next he turned his attention to the sandwich, dripping with juices and topped with deep fried onions. Forgoing the utensils offered, he picked it up in his hands and began to devour it. Within a few minutes time he had cleaned off his entire plate, now finding himself full and perhaps a wee bit bloated. He leaned back in his seat, casually picking at his teeth with a long nail.*

Sat Oct 15, 2011 6:41 am by Beroya

Brynden Skirata wrote:*Brynden was puzzled as to why this man was being so cryptic but chose to put it aside for the moment. He sipped again at the caf and nodded as the warrior spoke of his words to the others. He knew he had made few friends with them, but a warrior has a right to speak his mind and a chieftain the obligation.*
"Aye, I suspect that is the case. However, I must speak my mind, and care for my clan. My duty to my clan is higher than my duty to any Mandalore, and my place is with them standing against the darkness at the edge of the galaxy. I wish Mandalore every fortune, but I cannot in good conscience put my people to his task. If Manda'yaim is threatened, we will be come to her defense, but otherwise we must see to ourselves. I hope they are able to see this, but if not, I shall deal with whatever consequences they may try to bring."

*There was a conviction in his voice. A beskar plate beneath his tone. The words of a man convinced beyond doubt he was doing the right thing.*

*Octavio remained silent throughout the monologue, scaling each word against its possible opposite. Very much like his father, was Brynden. Proud, brave, dependable, steadfast... and on occassion, bullet-headed. Aliit Alor Reyn Skirata might have died in his bed, conquered by old age, but beroya had the feeling that Aliit Alor Brynden Skirata would die face down on the floor, conquered by either blast or blade.
Meanwhile, his HUD was picking up some strange readings. Something in the bar, one of the unobtrusive types lurking in darker corners, wasn't what it made itself out to be. Switching his attention back to Brynden, he issued a mental command. Immediately, the processor focused mainly on the stranger that was now prodding fries across his plate as if they'd first seen the unhealthy little things. Just in case.*

''Your duty to your clan, your lordship, is to remain alive. Your duty to your family, is not to jeopardize their lives when compromising your own. You are wondering as to my identity and purpose here, as well as my intentions; trust me, had I wanted you dead your bodily fluids would be mixed with those in your plate minutes ago.''*He took a pause, tensing in case Brynden's reaction to his impudence was a violent one.* ''My only concern in this matter is to see that Skirata family comes to no harm. This caution might be unfounded, but one can never be too careful. I would suggest you leave Manda'yaim as soon as you are ready. I will assist you, from afar... free of charge.''

Sat Oct 15, 2011 12:21 pm by Brynden Skirata

*Brynden had never been the chest beating type. So when the man told him that if he'd wanted him dead he would be, Brynden merely regarded him calmly and kindly, finishing his meal. He still did not know who this man was, but he seemed to be sincere.*
"My intention is always to make sure my family is safe friend. As for me leaving, I am afraid your effort has been a bit of a waste. I had only lingered for a meal, and as my meal is finished, I shall depart. Kad smile on you vod."
*Brynden rose, picking up his rifle and slinging it, the hook he had placed on his shoulder holding the strap easily. He collected his helmet from the table and smiled, nodding to the man as he put it on.*
"Jate'vartuur burc'ya."

*Brynden started walking out of the oyu'baat.*

Sat Oct 15, 2011 4:47 pm by Beroya

*Octavio remained seated for a short while, making sure Brynden was out of Oyu'baat before picking himself up. Smiling softly withing the privacy of his buy'ce, he unwound from his chair (as opposed to sitting up) and headed out. Confidence ran deeply amongst Skiratas, but it worked even better when backed with some firepower.*

Mon Oct 17, 2011 9:30 am by Nem Yin

*Uzas noted the departure of the two Mandalorians.* *He had been too far away to catch their conversation, but given the cold demeanour of the one who had opted not to remove his helmet, and the other leaving after what could only have been a few shared words, it seemed highly likely that the meeting was a less than enjoyable experience for either being. Whatever the reason, it made for two less people he would need to keep his mqaaq'it on while in the tavern.* *He belched loudly, scowling as the scent was caught in his hood and managed to penetrate even the layers of his masquer.*

*Infidel food was not bad, but boy did it make him gassy.* *Reclining in his seat casually, he relaxed and relished the meal he had just devoured.* *Wait, relish. That was what he was missing.* *The Intendant ordered a hot dog with relish, or whatever the equivalent of a Mandalorian hot dog was.*

Sat Oct 29, 2011 2:53 pm by Non-Com

Non-Com wrote:*A 6'5" Gung, with green eyes and tan skin; wearing an olive green jacket over a white shirt with brown trousers tucked into a pair of leather boots, and a wide utility belt. walks in and finds an empty table near the door to sit at. He pulls a datapad out of a pouch on his belt and begins to write a list of possible personal starships, until someone comes for his order.*

*Having ordered and finished his meal NCO looked through his list one more time before deciding to order a VCX-820. It was well armed and held a ton of cargo, literally. He'd need an gunner though, perhaps and upgraded R3 would do.*

Mon Nov 14, 2011 6:14 pm by Non-Com

*NCO rose from his seat and walked out the front door Heading back towards the Council chamber. He had finished his meal and decided on what his personal transport would be. He didn't have a crew yet, but he could find those later, after he purchased the ship. Now it was time to see if the meeting had come to an end, and if it had what his orders were.*

Thu Dec 15, 2011 10:08 am by Lilea Starroy

*Lilea stared at the datapad in front of her, the blue glow of the screen matching the slight blue glow in her eyes. She skimmed the information of possible targets over with little enthusiasm, it was dirty work with little pay. Her gaze shifted from the datapad over to her helmet which absentmindedly trying to clean all the while. The mission she just got back from turned a little more violent then necessary. Wiping the last spot of Rodian blood off her visor she set the helmet down and grabbed the drink in front of her. Leaning back in her seat with datapad and drink in hand she began to browse through available targets as if it were nothing more then watching the holonews. Nothing on the list whoever was catching her interest, it had been a slow couple of weeks. Tossing the datapad back on the table she scanned the room in front of her, taking in all the sights and sounds. She needed something to break the monotone pace she had stepped into, she needed a better job then lowlifes in her files could offer.*

Wed Dec 21, 2011 8:42 pm by Lilea Starroy

*Lilea sat forward, downing her drink in one swig she set the glass on the table and stood up. Picking up the data pad she stuffed it into a pouch on her belt. Tucking her helmet underneath her arm she made her way out the door.*

Sat Jan 14, 2012 10:23 am by Nem Yin

*Uzas awoke with a start, still heavily befuddled by drink and slightly disoriented by his surroundings. His head throbbed as though run over by a rakamat, while his mouth was as parched as Tatooine's dune sea. Alcohol it would seem, was not his friend. He pressed a palm to his masquer covered forehead and closed his eyes, slowly breathing as he did his best not to throw up all over the table. Haphazardly he stumbled to his feet, nearly teetering over before his body regained its sense of balance. Suffice it to say his equilibrium was shot. Though he was standing still, the room seemed to be spinning in circles. Groaning, he made his way across the bar and cut a line straight for the refresher.*

Sat Jan 21, 2012 5:35 pm by Kylarn Vhett

*Lowering from atmosphere was a VCX-350 Light freighter, heading in the direction of Oyu'baat, Kylarn sat in the cockpit as he lowered the ship, staring at the surface of Mandalore, memories rushing through his mind as all things came at once he shook his head, closing his eyes and re-opening them again to check the location of his landing coordinates, the spaceport would be well enough outfitted for him to stay there for a day or so, check on his credits, and ensure that he had everything he needed. Kylarn lowered the ship to the platform and sent a coded message to the man he remembered building his old Beskar'gam, the message would ask the man to meet him to work on his old Beskar'gam, re fit the environmental seals and implement a new HUD system into the buy'ce. Kylarn unstrapped himself from the seat and spoke to the astromech sitting alongside him, the R9 unit disconnected itself from the ship and waited.*

"Guard the ship while I inventory everything in cargo, I'm also going to rest in my chambers once everything is done, can you alert me if someone sends message?" *The astromech whirred a confirmation, giving a sarcastic remark about not being a useless drink server and chirped as if laughing. Kylarn laughed, for the first time in nearly a week and walked out of the cockpit, entering the cargo hold he unlatched his guns and placed them onto a durasteel table, holsters unclasped from his beskar'gam he began pulling the armor plates off and onto the durasteel table as well. Kneeling down to the crate of goods he had purchased on Tattooine he opened the case and made an inventory of the weapons and consumables on his datapad, once he finished he walked to the sleeping quarters and placed a slugthrower under the pillow, he needed sleep, but not too much, he could rest on the journey he would make in a days time if all worked out well. Drifting off to sleep he pondered the name of the ship, and the coming journey, the information he had been given on Tattooine was invaluable, and would be greatly sought after, he just was unsure of going alone.*

Sun Jan 22, 2012 10:38 pm by Kylarn Vhett

*As the night passed Kylarn dreamt of many things, his VCX-350 sat in the spaceport nearest Oyu'baat, the only place that had been somewhat interesting during his times on Mandalore in his younger years, more than one time did he find himself in a bit of trouble there, the memories had rushed his mind while he slept, flooding through his dreams like he was in the moments themselves.

With a startle he woke, Clumsy, his R9 was just inside his chambers, beeping and whirring about he had tried to wake Ky but had no success, so he sliced the came into the chamber and thought he would wake him.

Kylarn sat on the edge of the cot, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as the droid informed him of messages from the armorsmith, he would be arriving anytime and had everything that Kylarn had asked for.

Standing up quickly he grabbed the slugthrower from underneath the pillow and carried it out of the room, Clumsy trailed behind him as Ky walked to the boarding ramp, lowering it and then walking back into the cargo hold to the durasteel table, re-zipping his environment suit then grabbing the holsters, strapping them on and replacing his four weapons he grabbed a flight jacket from the crate and pulled it over him. Standing at the bottom of the ramp was the armorsmith now, calling up to Kylarn. Walking swiftly to the ramp he motioned for him to board.

After a few moments of talking the armorsmith set to work on the environmental seals in the older beskar'gam, ensuring they would seal properly, all the while his HUD system was connecting to the buy'ce of that set as well, reprogramming and aligning everything that had gone haywire in the Unknown Regions.

Ky knelt before Clumsy and had the front hatch open, tool in hand he worked on the wiring within him, hoping to find the problem the astromech had with the drink tray for the Hutts he found a severed wire, removing the wire was simple enough, replacing the wire was going to take a few moments, Ky sighed and spoke to the armorsmith as he continued working.*

"Any news lately ner'vod? Any rumors of war?" *The armorsmith told him the rumors that had been floating around Keldabe for the last few months, recalled the stories he had heard about the three Mando'ade desperately trying to take the helm of Mand'alor, and Kylarn just shook his head, everything had happened for a reason, but some things never changed. No sense of growth, were the words that kept swelling in his mind, choosing not to speak them he just nodded as the man asked if he had heard who the new Mand'alor was.*

"Never had a problem with him, he was always well mannered, for a Mando'ad..." *Ky chuckled with the armorsmith as they both continued to work, a few moments later Ky was closing the panel and patted Clumsy on the top of his dome, looking over to the armorsmith he waited for him to finish the work he had asked for, and spoke again.*

"Was it much trouble to find a Kama for me? I know that quite a few of the Mando'ad don't prefer to use them." *Withdrawing the proper sized Kama from his bag Kylarn studied the black rough leather and noticed that there had been enhancements made, he knew to what length because he knew the armorsmith well enough. Kylarn smiled as he tossed the Kama toward him and then the man spoke of how that was the easy part, but the backpack he had requested was not, it was more or less a prototype he had been working on since the time Kylarn had asked several years before he left for the Unknown Regions, reminiscent of the Clone Commandos during the Clone Wars the needed materials were harder to come by and not cheap. Ky nodded and handed the armorsmith a stack of credit chips, untracable, the last that he had, he no longer needed them for smuggling, his jobs were all finished.*

"If I recall, that's more than you had asked for, and more than you expected."

*Ky smirked as he picked up the backpack that would fit to his main beskar'gam, the backpack was sleek, but contained a bacta tank that would connect to his envirosuit, healing minor wounds giving him the strength and comfort to continue fighting without acknowledging the pain. Also within it were compartments for extra ammunition, as well as thermals, the main appeal was the long range scanners and communication array that would transmit information to him from greater distances, not needing the ship to relay the transmissions, withdrawing antenna for the array had cost a little more, but was necessary. The jamming mechanism would halter transmissions within a twenty foot radius when activated, it was also very expensive but worth it. The only downfall would be that he no longer had the jetpack he had relied on for some time, things would need to change, his escape plans would all need altering. Kylarn nodded to the armorsmith as he indicated he was finished working and walked back down the ramp, the time had come, Kylarn placed the backpack down, the beskar was heavy, but not as heacy as the jetpack he was used to lugging around with him.

Walking to the cockpit Clumsy and Trink followed him, pressing the sequence to seal the ship and entering coordinates to leave Mandalore the ship lifted from the spaceport minutes later, making it's way toward the atmosphere.*

Sat Feb 18, 2012 1:14 pm by Vincent Kandosii

*The Oyu'baat, the historic meeting place of the Mandalorian Clans. Its use had recently become what it really was, a cantina, of sorts. The Mandalorian Assembly, a rather new edition to the Mandalorian Empire, was now the central meeting place for any significant events involving the Clans as a whole. Its halls, however, had been empty for quite some time. The Empire was in decay, or so the gossip was in the Oyu'baat, the Manda'lor having not been to active in the activity of the Empire as of late. The Clans were beginning to recede back to their original ways, each Clan for itself.*

*Vincent had taken a seat in one of the center booths, having entered the Oyu'baat a few minutes past. He had made the long trek back to his ship, from his ancestral home, then flying the ship here to Keldabe. He had no need for secrecy anymore, being sure to make his presence well knowledge for any who may be interested. He had decided to come to the Oyu'baat to catch up on the gossip, the main lifeline in to the state of almost all Mandalorian affairs. His father had always told him this was the place to come for information, more then a few individuals with loose lips once they had a few drinks in them.

He had chosen a booth in the center for a few strategical reasons. The first was that it allowed him to catch most every conversation in the bar, from the front to the back. The second was it did not come off as suspicious. Everyone always looked to the back of the bar for the shady ones, they usually wanting to stay out of the main focus of events, as well as have something solid to their back. The third was that if something did happen, he had several more options at his disposal to handle the situation, not limited to only the front or back of the bar. Strategy was one of his best attributes.

As he continued to listen to the gossip around him, a rather heavy set woman approached his booth.*

=Bar Server=
"Ello' stranger, what can I get ya'?"

*Vincent was not interested in drinking, but he knew being alone and not having a drink in front of him would be too suspicious.* "I'll take your strongest ale, and don't be stingy." *A tough demeanor was what Mandalorians were famous for, not shy to lash out insults as often as breaths. He did not have to wait long before she returned with a very dark beverage, the alcohol impregnating his nostrils.*

=Bar Server=
"Five creds."

*He flipped her a ten cred chip.* "Keep the change." *She hobbled off with a deep grunt, making her way toward the back of the Oyu'baat. Vincent turned his attention back to the chatter, focusing in on one particular conversation which had peaked his interest.*

=Guy 1=
"Did you hear? The word on the street is the Manda'lor has disappeared."

=Guy 2=
"Thats fodder! I heard he is hiding because a few of the Clans are looking to take his helm."

=Guy 1=
"Wouldn't surprise me, that helm has been tossed around more then a live thermal detonator these past few years. It's no surprise the Clans are starting to go back to the old ways."

=Guy 2=
"Yeah, it's not that bad though, just means there will be more job now. Problem with this Empire is we don't get paid!"

=Guy 1=
"I hear ya' mate, how about another round?"

*Vincent lost interest as the conversation began to trail off to women and recent fights the men had been in. He had heard the Empire was struggling lately, but not to such a degree. Winning honor back to his Clans name would be a bit more difficult if the Clans split off on their own. He would have to take on some seriously risky jobs that they would definitely hear about, much like the job his parents took before they were killed. He wasn't afraid of course, just put off that it might take much longer to reach his goal then he had originally planned.

Now, he took a huge swig from his ale, the bitterness forcing a tremor down his spine. It definitely was the strongest drink they had to offer...*

Sat Feb 18, 2012 2:37 pm by Jerris Prudii

*It had been some time since Jerris had been to mandalore and he was sure most people around here would ave no idea who he was. It wouldn't be any surprise to him since he never really involved himself much in the politics the so called Mandalorian Empire. At this moment that was the very last thing on his mind as he walked into the Oyu'baat ready to but a few drinks of Tihaar. He had wanted to get some in a long time since his own little stash of it ran out on his ship. It was also the perfect thing to rid him of the memories of the past few months back on Concord dawn and running from that blasted Jedi.

It wasn't fun but he had managed it though had half his ship destroyed in the process and was only just bale to fix it to make here. Now the hunk of junk was sitting in the spaceport with his DUM droids working frantically to get it in perfect working condition again. The whole trip here was spent listening to them fighting over what had to be fixed first and their constant droid chatter was starting to get on his nerves. He was actually glad to hear the constant talk in the Oyu'baat just because it was different from hearing a droid talking.

Jerris had made his way to the back of the Oyu'baat though more out of habit than anything else at the moment. There he found a booth against the wall and he slowly just took his rifle from his back and set it up against the wall and then fell into the both. He then leaned back against the wall and just kind of let his head fall back even though it was a hard wall behind him. It had been a long day and he was glad to relax and so he wasn't particularly watching his back or anyone else around him. That's why when the server came up to him Jerris jumped and almost pulled out his side arm on the woman but he quickly caught himself and left his blaster at his side.

He ordered his Tihaar and it quickly came and only then did he take off his helmet and place it on the table next to him. He now leaned on the table and slowly began to listen in on the chatter that was going on around the Oyu'baat and slowly took some sips of his drink. So far he heard the usual rumors going around and nothing of interest seemed to be happening around here. Just as he was getting relaxed his comlink went off and then his datapad started flashing which meant his droids were sending him updates of what was going on with the ship. With a sigh he took out his datapad and just started to look it over and the amount of damages done to his ship.

It seemed it would be out of service for some time and so he was better off just looking for another ship. There was one other ship he could think of looking for but it was a slight gamble that it even still existed and so he just tossed that thought aside and continued to enjoy his drink. His time here would certainly be a long one and so he might as well enjoy it maybe even get to know some of the new blood around here and just maybe get up to date on the other clans. Either way he should find something to pass the time by since it seemed he was out of the job for now and possible for some time.*

Sat Feb 18, 2012 8:57 pm by Vincent Kandosii

*Vincent gulped down the last of his drink, slamming the mug down on the table as his taste buds rebelled against him. Once they had calmed down he turned his attention back to his surroundings. He quickly scanned the crowd, his attention being gained by a young man entering the Oyu'baat. The man was in full armor, most removing their helmets as they entered the bar. Vincent noticed the man drew quite a few stares other then his own. To top it off, the man was alone, Vincent having followed him, with his eyes, until the man had sat at a booth.

Shifting himself in his seat so he could watch the man without it being obvious, Vincent decided to wait a bit and see if anyone came to meet him. He watched as the waitress, who had served him earlier, took his drink order. He continued to wait, watching the man take off his helmet and get more comfortable. Nothing about the stranger's appearance caught him as peculiar, the man looking as normal as one could in a Mandalorian society.

Having watched long enough, Vincent decided he would need a few allies if he were to regain his Clan's honor. He scooped up his helmet, tucking it between his right arm and side as he stood. He slowly maneuvered his way through the crowd which was starting to gather. The day was growing quickly in to night, many of the farmers and other inhabitants of Keldabe coming in for a drink. It did not take him long to reach the booth, stopping just across for the man, his expression as rigid as beskar.*

"Mind if I join you ner'vod?"

*He used the Mando'a term for "brother", all Mandalorians being taught how to speak the language before Basic. It was one of the only languages in the galaxy that had survived without change throughout the ages. the only, for whom it was accepted not to be fluent in Mando'a, were young children or recently adopted aruetii, or "outsider". Suspecting this man was born and raised in the Mandalorian culture, he awaited a response.*

Sun Feb 19, 2012 4:41 am by Jerris Prudii

*Jerris had spotted the younger looking mandalorian long before he had made it to the back of the Oyu'baat. From the looks of him Jerris had been shooting blasters and fighting other kids before he was born. Then again age was some times hard to tell and even still the boy's skill could rival his own. When the boy finally made it to his table even used the mandalorian word for brother, Jerris openly gestured to the seat across from him.*

Of course you may join me *Jerris took a sip of his Tihaar and then continued on talking* So what brings you all the way back here?

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