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Post by Shaman Odin Alfodr on Apr 9, 2013 7:11:55 GMT -8
*The Oyu'baat was a hotel and tapcaf; the oldest and most well-known cantina on the planet Mandalore. It sometimes served as an unofficial centre for the loose government formed by the Cheiftains of the Mandalorian Warrior Clans.*
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Post by Bralex Ordo on Apr 25, 2013 7:49:48 GMT -8
Bralex strode into the Oyu'baat. It was as lively as ever,but he didn't see anyone he recognized. He sat at a table and ordered a drink. He knew it was only a matter of time until he could find someone he knew...
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Post by Solo Talon on Apr 26, 2013 9:24:27 GMT -8
*Fives trudges into the Oyu'baat and orders up a decanter of Tihaar, he needed some refreshment after a day on the streets. Sighing he pulled his bucket off to reveal a weather-worn, and well scarred face. Turning to pay attention to the cantina he noted some of the usual patrons, but no one he recognized, it had indeed been too long since he'd been to the famous watering hole. After all it had been renovated after that blaster bath a few weeks ago, he paused for a moment in remembrance to that day...*
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Post by Jaccien Ordo on May 4, 2013 14:03:45 GMT -8
Jaccien walks into the bar, letting his boots knock against the floor as he orders a tihaar and waits for his vode. Jaccien had never been to the Oyu'baat. For he was only 19 and his father "Jaccien the First" had died on Kashyyyk where Jaccien Junior was born.
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Post by Atia on May 19, 2013 15:33:53 GMT -8
*Consulting the very informative guide she had gotten from Q. In truth, and without Atias knowledge, it was an old tourist guide from the imperial days, wich was edited by Q and his assistants to look like an actual guide that was reserched beforehand, and not just blatant plagiates. So, for really taking in the mandalorian experience, and observing the Mandalorian culture, Q-s well formed and user friendly guide said that the Bar named the Oyu'baat. It is a mid-prise range pub with both great Imperial spirits sortiment, and that of the Mandalorian kind.
Also, one should bevare of provocation, bar fights, and armed customers.
So, she would try and find some way to integrate. She even considered tasting alcohol to get accepted.
She didnt feel that sure about leaving Wiko behind, but she guessed that the three of them (Wiko, Slave, ship) needed to familiarise eachother with one an other. Ati could do some recon work while they were at it.
She entered.
The Beskargam (no beskar added) she wore looked nasty (profile pic, but with the mando visor). She had a vibro katana on the right side, over it a holster filled with an E-11 blaster.
She walked in, looked around, got to the bar, sat down and ordered.*
"Uj Cake."
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Post by Bralex Ordo on May 28, 2013 16:45:55 GMT -8
Bralex stood to his full height and walked out of the 'baat.
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Post by Corr on May 31, 2013 16:42:01 GMT -8
After dealing with that clown Drake, Jazzik had returned to the 'Baat for a break from events that always seemed to be cultivating his patience and tolerance these days. He had sent the kid off on an errand to the assembly, ostensibly to seek out news on the dead Mandalorian, one of the Vhett clan, that had been shipped back to Concord Dawn earlier in the week. That the man had attacked the Mand'alor posed some difficult political questions and Jazzik wanted to get to the bottom of what had transpired before rumour carried the situation beyond his control. That Corr and Ashrah didn't particularly get on was no secret and all it took was an enterprising dissident to drive the wedge between the two Mando big-shots deeper, causing a rift within the Empire that might spell the end for them all, especially in light of Ashrah's declared war on all Force users. Now more than ever they needed to present a united front, with most of the heavy hitters with the fleets at Yavin IV.
That was really only yhe second reason he had sent the young warrior to the assembly. His main reason was to get him out from under foot so he could better gauge the reaction of the place, seeking to hear any rumours first hand by integrating as a local and not as a Concordian. Mandayaim was his responsibility from a Vhett point of view. He was Maraaks agent here, answering to the Concordian spy rather that Corr hiself to provide his leader with plausible deniability should his presence and role be discovered. After all, spying on your head of state and government was treason in most cultures.
So he had donned nondescript armour and had returned to the Mando seat of government, The Oyu'Baat, and had engaged in some constructive gossiping. So it was that he was now fairly drunk, though not so much that he didn't know what was going on, leaning on the bar and pretty mellow when the slight figure in what seemed to be tailored armour appeared next to him ordering cake of all things...
"Let me buy you a drink to go with that, ad'ika.
He offered laconically, turning to lean with one elbow on the bar and checking out her lithe form openly. He had left his helmet at home and was just adorned in his partial beskar suit, just chest and greaves. His receding, greying hair did nothing to forstall the winning smile he flashed though, if one were paying attention to such things, one would noticed that the smile didn't reach to the eyes, the steely grey orbs missing nothing as he took in the posture and body language of the other, even in armour.
"Only aruetii don't drink in bars, cyar'ika..."
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Post by Atia on Jun 2, 2013 16:55:38 GMT -8
*It didnt take her five minutes even to get someone to talk to. The male chose to use the dialect of basic, where you mix in words from Mando'a. The translations showed up on her HUD. She was found with the next challange now. Eat, without a helmet, and understand what the male had to say. She had to rely on her mandalorian knwoledge that she had gathered from the book "Mandalorian for Auretii". While her deep frozen meatpie was heated and baked, she looked at the male. Her eyes were studdying him under the visor. Nothing out of the ordinary, it seemed.*
"Wrong. All auretii drink at bars, they just dont do it as well as we do."
*Said the woman who has never drank out of her own will.*
"But I do accept, on the condition that you will tell me who you are and why the Mand'alore had called us back to the homeland."
*She got the pie, and started setting up the knife and fork, napkin, empty glass... she was drawing out the time. She was hoping she would not need to take that drink.*
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Post by Corr on Jun 3, 2013 0:56:09 GMT -8
He barked out a laugh, a garrulous guffaw, at hear quip as he bobbed his head emphatically in agreement, muttering assertions in Mando'a as to the accuracy of her statement.
"Balban. Balban."
The barman ambled over, a massive brute of a man in a stained vest and even more stained apron, huge arms growing out of even bigger shoulders, neck swallowed up by a torso of doom. He growled at Jazzik, a questioning noise utter in no language she'd ever heard, a dry rumble that could only be called a grunt. Smiling amiably at the man, as if he were a suit-and-tie waiter, Jazzik waved a hand magnanimously.
"Buy'ce gal for me my good man and..."
He glanced to the female, arching an eyebrow that soon turned into a frown as he noted her behavior with the crockery. Certainly not the usual acts of dalyc'vode...
"My my, you're a dainty little thing aren't you..."
It wasn't a question and the barman was watching her curiously now too...
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Post by Atia on Jun 3, 2013 14:53:08 GMT -8
*Ati saw the unwanted eyes, and realised she maybe was doing something out of the usual. She conjured up a reason for her actions.*
"Its a ritual. Every time I come back to the homeland, I eat an Uj cake. And get me a glass of Tihaar to start with."
*Being a slave, she was in a perfect position to watch her masters act in drinking situations. Both expensive nobles of Juvex, the rubble in a hutts palace and in between. She knew how to act, what to say in a bar to not seem out of place (yes, it needed some polishing) but only thing she had never done, was to actually drink. She Turned on the bar stool towards the male mandalorian, ignoring the bartenders grunting, and introduced herself.*
"Navnlos Carid. Me and my sister were on a job, couldnt come before now, and all I see is that everyone left. Nice homecoming, huh?"
*Turning back over her steaming meat pie, she unhooked the helmet and took it off. It was now clear that she was a Twilek. The lekkus slowly fell to her back, she manipulated their fall with the muscles in them. Also, her beauty was clear. Perfect lines, and at first glance clear skin. But Jazzik was close enough to see the nummerous tiny cuts in her skin that healed well, and only could be seen from up close. Scar over scar over scar, tiny, thin, but there. And the cold blue eyes were there too. The yellow skin and the blue went together perfectly at first glance, but those cold blues gave an iceberg a shiver.
She herself was a bit nervous now without her auto-dictionary.*
"At least I get my cake..."
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Post by Dral Marev on Jun 15, 2013 1:58:04 GMT -8
Six mandalorians enter the oyu'baat and find an empty booth over in the corner. One of them remains standing and walks around to the bar to order six pints of Ne'tra Gal as well as six bowls of soup. The boy gathered the drinks and bowls on two trays and took them back to the table and passes them out to the others then returned the trays to the bar. He then returned to the table and sat down. The group consisted of a man of about his mid 30s, two young women about 15-16 years of age, and three males, one about 16-17 years of age, the other two the same age as the young women. All of them humanoid. They laughed and enjoyed each other's company drinking the ale and sending one of the younger boys to refill their pints every once and a while. The boy did not seem to mind.
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Post by Corr on Jun 15, 2013 16:20:11 GMT -8
Jazzik's eyes widened slightly, mouth hanging agape as she removed her helmet to reveal the exotic beauty she possessed. For some reason the Concordian warrior hadn't suspected such pristine features from this woan, instead suspected rugged features and a battled-hardened demeanor. Instead he got ethereal features upon a noble face, strikingly alien and handsomely petite. He was disturbed from his idle gazing by a diffident cough from the barman, that seemed to say "keep your mind on the business at hand". With most of the vode away, and possible reprisals caused by Ashrah's campaign, it would do to be vigilant, especially with all the strangers rocking up in Keldabe at the moment.
Taking a hasty gulp of his beer, more to hide his distraction than out of any real thirst, he glanced around as the door opened to admit another five warriors, newcomers all. The wily veteran scowled inwardly at them, wondering where they had been when Ashrah put out the call. Here he was, stuck here minding the shop when he could be out garnering glory in Kad's name, fighting alongside Corr and Ashrah for the good of the Mando'ade, while these idle besom'ade were lolling about in the 'Baat.
It disgusted him and he had t swallow his frustrations as he turned back to the woman.
"Su cuy'gar, Navnlos. Olarom bah Mandayaim..."
He arched an eyebrow at her again, still finding something odd about her with half of him mind while the other half was pondering whether he could get her into his bed tonight.
"Bid.... vaabir gar vercopa bah to Mand'alor o'r te akaan jurkade te Jetii?
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Post by Atia on Jun 15, 2013 17:46:51 GMT -8
*Ati lost the helmet. It was less then a meter away, and she needed it more then one would need garlic against vampires. She had to rely on her "Mando'a For Dummies" knowledge.
Su cuy'gar- greeting. Then something, then Bah mandalyaim. To mandalore. She was welcommed home. Good.*
"Vor entye"
*She said the phrase perfectly, she supposed. The memory stick she was working from, the pronounciations for teaching Mando'a made by some old Imperial Language Professor for the military ringing in her ears, commanding her tounge.*
*Concentrating, she remembered the scentence, and let it ring through her head from lekku to lekku. She needed time to analise it, and time was bought with destraction. She immagined having a family, a dad, a mom, sisters. She immagined the best Uj Cake she had ever eaten as a kid, the golden glowing holyest of saint Uj Cakes, Moms Uj Cakes. She immagined never eating that ambrosia for years and now finally, she found that taste again in the Oyu'baat. She cut off a piece from the cake and took a bite feeling that emotion exactly. Refound childhood.
Bid... Vaabir. She had no idea. Gar-you. Vercopa. Ver for future tense, Copa-need. Bah-to. To? No idea...*
"Mmmm.... mmmm..."
*There is a kind of an alure in a woman enjoying her food, and Atia was enjoying the idea of this food in her head. It was in fact just mediocre, Food, not a culinary Experience, but in her mind it was her mothers fav dish. She moaned slightly, and her entire body was saying she felt pleasure. Eyes closed, jaw working exited, she was enjoying an old and false memmory in an Uj Cake.
o'r-great, Akaan, she had no idea. Jurkade should be assault or... attack? War? SHe could put the puzzle together. "Something... Something you need to Mand'alore great something attack the jedi." Grammar differences, guesswork, and she had it. "But... you need to help with the Mand'alores great war against jedi?" At least, she hoped that was it.*
"Oh... sorry... Just some nostalgia. My dad used to make these, and this tastes just like that one."
*She looked a bit awkward as if she realised she had an audience, and she did. Several of the men were watching now, both jelous and cheering the Vhett in their minds. She swallowed and got back her hard ass soldier composure.*
"He called, we came as soon as we could. If its on the jetii, then its on them. I rather fight our own wars then ones for credits."
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Post by Dral Marev on Jun 15, 2013 23:07:37 GMT -8
An 8 year old girl in minimal beskar'gam burst into the Oyu'baat her helmet tucked under her arm. She looked around the room quickly ignoring all the eyes on her. The man in the corner spotted the girl as soon as she burst through the doors and called out, "Ad'ika!" She squealed and ran towards the corner where the six mandalorians had seated themselves earlier shouting, "Buir!".
The other five mandalorians cleared the table taking the bowls and pint flagons to the back as the man scooped up his daughter when she reached him. The man gave her a big kiss on the forehead and said, "I missed you Ruu'." The girl kissed him on the cheek and said, "I've missed you too buir. Mommy, Kal, and Bes'bavar are outside!" The man smiled again and said, "They are? I'll bet Bes'bavar isn't happy your mother didn't let him come in here is he?" He set Ruu' down and took her hand as they started to walk out of the Oyu'bat. The man stopped and did a quick head count to make sure they weren't leaving anyone behind. The four Bes'uliik pilots, his son Adenn and himself. That made all six that had entered earlier. And he had Ruu's hand so he knew she wasn't missing. The seven of them exited the Oyu'baat.
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Post by Corr on Jun 16, 2013 12:42:45 GMT -8
He nodded sagely as she devoured her cake, taking the time to polish off his mead and gesture for the barman to fill his glass again. He noted that she hadn't touched her drink (Which had been poured and placed in front of her despite me forgetting to narrate it) so intent she was on her cake, eyes dreamy as she finished the last morsel. He looked up as the barman put his re-filled glass in front of him and nodded towards the shelf behind the sour-faced man.
"Bal solus Tihaar, ner tat."
With an armoured finger he nudged her drink closer to her, all of two inches closer, before seizing his own glass, raising it like some hallowed artifact worthy of praise. His voice was pious, face grimly serious as he uttered a toast.
"Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum. K'oyacyi!"
He finished the ritual toast and swallowed the fiery liquid, slamming the glass down on the bar much to the barmans disgust. Once done he immediately swung his head to stare at the Tw'lekk, eyes intent.
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Post by Atia on Jun 16, 2013 16:44:44 GMT -8
*She did not need a translation for that. Drink. More then that, she remembered the "Socialising with Mandalorians" chapter from "Mando'a for Dummies". She knew what it meant, but she couldnt think about it now. The smell of the drink cought her nose as it was pushed closer, and fear gripped her mind.
She was suspended from the cealing. Her bod was filled with tiny cuts made from a rasor. She was crying, her yellow skin red from her own blood. She begged, she had come to that point again when she couldnt stand it and just begged, knowing that it was fruitless. Hope was there, she had nothing but hope. She hoped to die.
Then she felt the smell of alcohol, just faint in the dark and she started to fight her restraints in paniced fear.
Fruitlessly.
She took the glass in her own armoured hand and said the word for drinking, mimicing that of Jazzik.*
"K'oyacyi!"
*She waved the drink towards Jassik in toast and mimiced men and women she had seen drinking strong spirits. She downed it in one go.
The alcohol came splashing over her body, and she screamed. Her entire body burned, every inch of her burned as her flesh met the strong spirits. It burned just like...
...Her throat. She thrembled inside that armour slightly, but held the drink down. She endured, as she had endured so many times before, and this drink was nothing compared to what she had experienced.
-Quote from "Mando'a for Dummies", Chapter "Socialising with Mandalorians"-
"'Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum. K'oyacyi!' Is not only a phrase for drinking, but a way for mandalorian warriors to reconnect with their dead relatives and friends through consuming large ammounts of alcohol. Some even use drugs and spice to enhence the effect, chanting names into the night."
She wasnt stupid, she knew most of that book was old Empirical bigotry and propaganda, but all lies hold a little truth. She said her names.*
"Mona One Hand... Doggie... Soita..."
*She grew up with Mona One Hand. She was a human slave girl on juvex, a singing slave. It was her that thought Ati to sing songs, and how she should breath and where the tunes came from. She was her first ever friend, and she could never track her down, even after becoming the Mistress of Juvex. The Over-Slaver.
Doggie was someone she feared, not because of what he did, but what he was. A slave so deprieved of his own sentience, he BELIEVED he was a guard dog.
Soita was her last true friend. She died beside her one day, a miscalculation of her cruelest master. Soita died at last, something Nameless the Slave always was jelous for, and something Atia the Slaver regreted.
Two more names needed to be added to that list, masked as clan mambers of "her clan".*
"Zad Carid... Khar Carid...
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Give me and my friend an other one, this one is on me."
*She ordered an other drink, and downed it at once as she got it without a word.
She kinda saw now why the mandalorians did all this.*
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Post by Corr on Jun 17, 2013 13:24:49 GMT -8
A couple of hours and a shitload of booze later the two found themselves facing each other across one of the many tables in the 'Baat having drifted away from the bar during their session. Balancing on a bar stool became rather precarious the more inebriated one became and they had decided to seek the safety of the padded chairs that surrounded the hardwood tables. They were closer to the ground in the event of a fall if nothing else, and the possibility of a trip to the floor seemed rather likely given the state of them.
The Oyu'baat was busy now, the evening beginning to release itself to night, with fully three-quarters of the tables occupied. Raucous laughter filled the bar room as games of chance, tests of strength, and competitive abounded. A few armoured revelers had struck up a tune in the corner, one pulling out a strange flute-like instrument while another beat a steady rhythm on a skin drum. An older man with a heavily scarred visage lifted his head in song, a clear and beautiful voice seemingly out of place on such a grizzled warrior. At the opposite end of the room a big holo showed the latest Boloball match with a dozen burly men and women yelling encouragement, cheering achievements or lamenting failures, gathered around it. Servers rushed around, both droid and living, to see to the needs of the men and women of Keldabe,the majority of which were the old or barely old enough given the campaign underway. The diversity and relaxed nature of the Mandalorian culture would appear rather rustic to a visitor from the core worlds, perhaps appealing to them in a simple and pure way. This was a peaceful and uncluttered way of life for a violent and complicated people a contrast that was amusing had it been applied anywhere but Mandalore...
Jazzik belched thunderously and slammed down his now-empty ale mug, roaring out across the room for a refill like some garrulous beast, waving hiss left arm in a windmill like fashion as his eyes struggled to focus on the woman sat opposite him. She had somehow convinced him to converse in basic, something with which he was familiar, but far from proficient.
"Mmmm'okay... Where wozzz aye!??"
He rolled his head around on his neck, eyes crossing as he tried to stare at his own forehead, a comical gesture that looked so fucking ridiculous it made me laugh while typing it. The man had a card stuck to his head with "Beskar Codpiece" written on it..
"Izz I a... Aminal?"
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Post by Atia on Jun 18, 2013 15:33:43 GMT -8
*For Atia, this experience was not any regular drinking in the cantina. This was her very first.
At the start, she got used to the burn, even forgot all the memmories they brought back. She felt OK, like, all up and nice. She felt like was AWESOME at what she was doing right now, and she is just... well, a great person in general. She had everyone fooled she was an addopted mandalorian twilek, could hold her booze, and also be a very entertaining speaker.
There were stories like:
"So, there was this time when I got a job with Matar Lyndruss, yes, THAT Matar Lyndruss. He kinda felt symphatetic my own lekkus so I got command position in the empire.... best pay ever."
and
"So me and my sister is like... Lets help these peaple, even for the small cash and kill this darmanda Sith. Thats how we kinda liberated Ryloth from the sith..."
and more like
"Hutt warlord wanted the tusken raiders gone. Paid us for them not to return. Sure. We went in, stunned every one of them, left ONE in pieces. As soon as they woke, they left. Never returned, as far as I can hear..."
*All true stories, rethought to sound mandalorian. Was Matars top commanders? Yes. Learned her agent and commando skills there. Shut down a siths operations on Ryltoth? True. Stunned an entire villige of Tusken, killing their leader? Check.
Then they had the card game. Ati didnt get what kind of effect or meaning this game had in the Mandalorian culture. She believed this was some kind of honor duel, before the actual duel, or a friendly measuring of witts and cunning. She was wery good at this contest, winning every match thus far. She figured she had to show her prowess to these mandalorians for them to respect her.*
"Noht even closws. Is ith a... um... a Ship?"
*She had an impertial SD badly drawn on a card on her head. She kinda got the idea from nowhere.*
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Post by Corr on Jun 19, 2013 12:15:25 GMT -8
As much as she seemed to think her stories were convincing they were pretty poor at best. The inconsistencies were virulent and some of the stories were a bit far-fetched. Like a Dar'manda Sith? Unlikely. Stun a village of Tuskens? Why bother stunning them? Luckily for her Jazzik was in no shape to pick apart her narrative, everything the barman had warned him about coming to pass. He no longer saw her as a suspicious character, the booze foggy his mind sufficiently for him to accept her as one of them, perhaps someone he had met before but forgotten about. It was strange how the male mind worked when faced with a sexy bitch, especially a Twi'lekk Mando with the body of an athlete and the ruthless endurance to take a man all the way...
At least, that's what Jazziks imagination told him smugly.
"You are a ship..."
He laughed uproariously, slapping his hand on his thigh in delight of a joke that only he seemed to get, banging the table with his other hand to knock over empty glasses, the debris of their drinking session. His eyes narrowed as he got himself nder control, hand coming up to cradle his chin as he thought.
"I am... a kebise? Object."
He swayed on his seat as he reached out, several times before success, to seize a shot of Tihaar. With a mocking salute he slammed it back and shuddered, eyes watering and becoming a little vacant as the alcohol level reached alarming proportions in his system.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 20, 2013 9:37:07 GMT -8
Goran rolls into the bar, knowing damn good and well that he's not the usual sort of clientele that it tends to attract. This is merely a minor setback for the Shard, however. He's not here to socialize, he's looking to get back into the action. It had been a long time since he'd visited the old bar, and it was just as Mando-chic as it had been the last time. It was a shame Plu or Canderous weren't around to explain what in the fuck the little droid with the blasters was up to.
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