First Encounters

[14:54] Nicci Sularen approached the Mandalorian male, who seemed more elaborately armored than the first she had met.  Perhaps this one would be more helpful, "You..." she began, obviously addressing him since he was the only one in front of her, "I have been trying to find a competent kirffing bastard to speak to about rejoining my clan.  You look more like you know what you're doing than the blue kid I spoke to.  Am I right or shall I move on?" she asked harshly, obviously having NO idea who she was talking to.

[15:00] A'denla Kad (unlivedphalanx.mcmahon) had been drinking peaceably from a glass of iced water, taking the opportunity to simply relax, think, and perhaps be lazy for the first time since he claimed his title. He pressed his lips against the rim of the glass through his opened visor, hearing the strange woman's sudden demands in mid-sip. When she was finished, A'denla merely froze for a moments, eye narrowing significantly.. finally, he would slowly lower his glass and set it on the counter, turning to face the woman, meeting her with the harshest gaze he could muster, brining his left hand to rest on the hilt of his sword, the other to wrap around the grip of his revolving Blaster sidearm of which he could draw at the blink of an eye almost, "Let's try this again." The overbearing tone of the Mandalore finally emitting, "And I won't running you through like a fillet."

[15:04] Nicci Sularen's hands did not in fact move for her weapon.  She was much more interested in feeling her fist smack into this kirffing idiot's face, again having no idea who he was. "Oh my no, not like a filet," she replied sarcastically, her eyes lit afire and daring him to try, obviously unafraid to die, "Big words coming from a big man in his armor and with his weapons.  I asked a simple question and you act like I dared speak to an Emperor.  You can try to run me through , shutta, but I do not think you will find me one to run from a threat, even from a big man in armor, and three times the weaponry, than his opponent," she replied, taking an obvious stab at him threatening someone who was obviously at a disadvantage.

[15:12] A'denla Kad (unlivedphalanx.mcmahon) would keep his hardened expression as the woman continued to spew her attitude, to this he merely shrugged, "Girl." he adressed her sharply, "I've had Death Watch bloodied and broken by my fists, I've twisted the heads off of Traitors with my bare hands, what in this galxy makes you think I need anything other than my fists to teach you some respect?" he asked harshly, "If want to challenge me without my outter skin and without my weapon, I'll gladly oblige,." He said, with a tone almost as if hoping she would agree.

[15:20] Nicci Sularen unshoulders her weapon, a look of pure bloodlust in her eyes now as she drops the weapon to the floor. "You threatened me first di'kut," she spat out, "Consider yourself challenged, as no one will threaten me and walk away without my having felt their bones splinter beneath my fist." the redhead retorted defiantly, "Perhaps when I knock you on your ass you will answer my question like a man, with my boot upon your neck," she snarled.

[15:29] A'denla Kad (unlivedphalanx.mcmahon) would immediatley rise to his feet when the girl so willingly followed up on the challenge. Immediatley he pulled his helmet off his head and letting it drop carelessly to the ground. Then came his jetpack, scatter gun, and chestplate, all removed within several seconds, showing how used to just removing and putting on armor the Elder was. He would yank off the upper part of his undersuit, tossing it over to the pile of discarded armor, not seeming to care if anyone were to come see him bare-chested. This wasn't a battle circle, but it would have to do. Facing her the Mandalore would open his palm, bringing the other hand in with a closed fist to mash againbst the open palm, causing the various scarred abdominal muscles to flex, "Your move, mor'osik." he dared her.

[15:39] Nicci Sularen appeared, to anyone looking at her, to be lost in the lustful prospect that she was going to get the opportunity to fight.  Hopelessly outmatched only spurned her further, and she smirked at him as he shed his armor in a matter of seconds.  Where she had been previously lacking any respect for him she gained a bit by his willingness to in fact shed the armor and put himself closer to her level.  Her eyes scanned him from head to foot as he bared his chest, "Not bad, for an old man.  I hope to add to those scars." she snarled, not really waiting for his answer before she launched herself onto the bar itself, pivoting her hips so her thick thighs would strike toward his head in an attempt to place a well aimed kick at the side of his skull.  She knew he was bigger and possibly stroker than her, so she was doing her best to use the weight of her thick attributes to damage him.

[15:48] A'denla Kad (unlivedphalanx.mcmahon) maintained nothing but focus, Watching her the precious seconds it took her to pull such a maneuver. Not bad.. for a girl. As the kick came his way he would lower himself quickly to a crouch, her legs would pass just over his head. Then, the very moment the legs passed over the mandalore rose to his feet, taking a step forward as his left cybernetic arm woulf attemptto reach and close around her wrist, other hand would try to go for her hair. If both managed to work, he would try to raise her head by the hair and push it violently back downward to try and mash her smug look into the counter in as violent and painful a way as he could.

[16:01] Nicci Sularen stiffened as her crimson locks were suddenly in his fist, though she stubbornly refused to make any cries of pain as her face was slammed into the counter.  Her mouth briefly filled with blood, and she spat it out at the bartender out of sheer sport as she swiveled her head to gaze back at her opponent.  Pointedly, she dragged her tongue along her lips, the blood collecting on it and trickled down into her mouth, as if she had actually enjoyed the taste of her own blood.  The look in her eye was outright that of a sadist, and it was obvious she didn't care who won or lost this so long as she got a good fight out of it.  Assuming he still had his hands in her hair, she would twist her body around in his grasp and aim a well placed kick at close range straight into his abdomen, attempting to break his ribs.

[16:11] A'denla Kad (unlivedphalanx.mcmahon) didn't change his expression to one of arrogant smiles, or triumphant grins, no.. the fight was still going, and the fact he landed one successful hit meant little. As she brought her leg up for the kick, the mandalore used his hand not fixed in her her to defend. He didn't have much room to move, but shifted his abdomen slightly, having her kick hit him, but square in his gut rather than his ribs, forcing an 'oof' out of the Mandalore. In a fiercely calculated Maneuver however, his free arm went over to press against her ankle as soon as the kick had made contact, holding it in place and effectively having her on one leg. Hand still on her hair, he would move his forward-most leg to try and position behind the foot she had on the floor, and it was then that he would free his hand from her hair and plant it flatly against her upper chest just below her neck and try to violently shove her. If successful, it would result in a textbook (Jiu Jitsu) Takedown, causing her to slam on the hard cantina floor.

[16:20] Nicci Sularen not only slammed hard into the cantina floor but also slammed her head into the bar as she slid across it. She still refused to cry out, to give her opponent any kind of satisfaction that she was in pain.  She could feel her head reeling and he looked like three mandalorians rather than just one.Her crimson locks cascaded over her face as she slowly rose to her feet.  There was nothing but a smile on her face as, even though she was being beaten, she felt in her natural element, as if fighting were a dance she took solace in as if it were a comforting blanket.  "You ..." she panted, "You hit hard for an old man," she said, actually starting to find it an attractive quality she wanted to taste more of.  With a satisfied growl she balled up her fist, and using the weight of her body channeled into her shoulder as she thrust out, her muscles rippling as she attempted to strike him in the throat.  His rock hard abs she knew would not really be effective in bringing him down, but if she could cut off his airwa
[16:20] Nicci Sularen  it would open him up to the fury of the redhead's true wrath at his gall of challenge.

[16:31] A'denla Kad (unlivedphalanx.mcmahon) allowed her to rise, for he could have easilly followed up and attempted to mount her and wail on her face, but he felt merciful. Such a stubborn prospect shouldn't be wasted on the first skirmish. His eye caught her balling her fist immediatley, which led him to more or less predict her next attack. He was correct; a strike at somewhere in his upper body. As she thrust forward he knew to use it to his advantage, shifting to the side slightly so that the fist would miss his neck. immediatley he reached up to get a grip on her sleeve, using her own momentum to make it easier to use his grip to pull her forward, followed by him falling to one knee and try to barrel his shoulder into her stomach, hands going to try and grab the back of her knees and lift. If it was all successful, she would end up with a large shoulder knocking the air out of her at the same time as being taken down yet again.

[16:38] Nicci Sularen flew across the room and right into the wall this time, the air gone from her lungs as she just sat there for a few minutes, trying to breathe but only feeling a ripping pain as if her lungs were trying to tear themselves apart.  The feeling passed, after severl moments of just focusing on breathing.  Her crimson locks were disheveled around her face as she stared up at him, STILL with a smile upon her face, "Alright..." she panted, slowly for her lungs still felt as if they had been lit on fire, "I concede.  You are clearly the stronger as I could not land a single hit," she replied, slowly rising to her feet, though her hand rested on her chest, "W-who in Chaos are you?" she asked, looking up at him, now wonly with respect, though the bloodlust had obviously not so quickly left he eyes.

[16:48] A'denla Kad (unlivedphalanx.mcmahon) rose to his feet after he had planet her on her ass. He began dusting off his hands now that she had surrendered, panting steadily, beads of sweat gleaming off parts of his bare abdomen. When she asked, the Elder answered her directly, maintaining his harsh, overbearing tone, "Mandalore A'denla Kad Be'Socarras, Conqueror of Coruscant and victor against Vurr Vizsla." Those weren't even a small slice of the achievements he had accumulated over the years, not even just as Mandalore, but he had a disdain for inflating his ego.

[17:02] Nicci Sularen face drained in color a bit as she finally realized she has challenged Mand'alor himself.  She ran a hand through her redheaded hair, smoothing the dishevelled tangles until they fell flat against her back.  Her eyes were still filled with fire, though it was humbled, "Mand'alor..." she breathed, still struggling through the blow to her lungs.  She placed a fist to her heart and bowed her head, "I am honored to have fought with you.  I am one who has sought out the clans for several years in my recovery from being taken, and seek to rejoin my clan Ordo after all this time.  If you would only tell me how I might do such, I would loyal serve until my last breath could be given." she stated.

[17:05] Kelsati Tyvott (cowl.millet) had stolen a huge bucket of saucy yet still crispy chicken wings and a massive slushy-like drink from behind the bar and from the kitchen to watch the brawl. Kel burped and scratched her ass as she watched what she equated to two actors preparing for a scene. Ever the fan for a good melodrama she could not keep her eyes away from every second of the scene, couldn't even blink! "Cool." was what she whispered

[17:09] A'denla Kad (unlivedphalanx.mcmahon) turned slightly away from her, keeping his eye trained on her as she bowed, leaning forward slightly to retrieve the upper half of his undersuit, breaking his eyesight with her only to slip it back on and secure it. Despite her sudden change in attitude, his tone still didn't deter from it's usual harsh manner, "You act like an ordo." He stated, picking uphis chestplate and securing it, latching it in place and giving ita tug to make sure, "Get on your feet." he commanded, "And say your name." as he fastened his Jetpack.

[17:15] Nicci Sularen leapt to her feet as if she had been simply lounching in an armchair despite the pain that ripped through her flesh and felt as if her entire body had been dipped in molten carbonite with the trashing he had given her.  She wiped hte blood from her mouth with her hand, and licked it off the skin of her fingers.  "Nicci," she replied flatly. She had been given a last name by a Sith, and it was one she would not utter in front of the Mand'alor.  She smirked proudly at him telling her she acted as an Ordo, proving it was in her blood since she had been seperated from her true family for decades.\

[17:21] A'denla Kad (unlivedphalanx.mcmahon) nodded slightly, leaning over topick up his buy'ce which had been cast aside, sliding it over his head, cracking his neck afterward, "Mando'a?" He asked flatly.

[17:25] Nicci Sularen stood up straighter, "Fluently no, though I have been studying religiously before daring to approach the clans in presenting myself to rejoin them." she replied.

[17:29] Mirshe Sol'yc Socarras (lucian.teromaximus) walked in and dragged his helmet off his head, he eyed A'denla and raised a brow..."Su'cuy ner buir.....have you actually taken gar buy'ce off since you got it?, I bet your hair resembles that of a wookiee's scrotum...."

[17:34] A'denla Kad (unlivedphalanx.mcmahon) nodded at her response, crossing his arms over his armored chest, watching her through his single eye, focused on her face, studyig her expressions. Her bloodlust, if honed to be more proficient, could make an excellent asset in coming battles.. indeed, she would make a fit addition to Ordo, and who better to lend a hand in training her than someone trained by the legendary Sirus Ordo himself? "You've shown yourself worthy of being my boot lick, E'vaarla. If you study, and show that bloodlust of your's can be used for something other than losing, maybe I might teach you a thing or two, but for now you have to show me you aren't hopeless.." he glanced at Mirshe, and would return a witty remark after he was fininished with the girl, "A Jetii saber or two might do that trick.." And with that, he looked to Mirshe, "And the last time you showered? it's amiracle gar riduur lets you sleep in the same yaim."

[17:37] Nicci Sularen turned when she had heard the other voice, looking from one to the other, "What, is it customary for Elders to lose an eye before becoming an Elder?" she asked, apparently having lost absolutely none of her fire despite the severe ass kicking shed had just recieved.  She wiped her bloodied mouth yet again as it still seemed to be flowing and licked it off.  She raised raised an eyebrow at the Mand'alor as he said he was worthy of being his boot lick.  "I will learn, and one day put you on your back," she grinned, now in an ectremely good mood, as  she always was after a fight.

[17:38] Mirshe Sol'yc Socarras (lucian.teromaximus) smirked somewhat.."Ah...why do you think I sleep on ner me'sen?" he laughed slightly then turned his gaze onto the young woman A'denla was talking with, giving her a curious look, especially after hearing the fighting talk, he then looked back toward A'denla, "Tion'ad te aruetii?"

[17:44] A'denla Kad (unlivedphalanx.mcmahon) let the black glass of his visor slide over him and cover his face indefinetley, "gai cuyir Nicci." he responded plainly, "Hopes for Ordo." he said before looking back down at the girl, "Bring me those hilts, and we'll talk about those delusions of yours, aruetii." he said before beginning to make his way past her, stopping one moment to look at Mirshe, "Ner Ad." he said in good bye, offering him a rough pat on the pouldron before he made his way out of the cantina.

[17:45] Mirshe Sol'yc Socarras (lucian.teromaximus) nods..."Ret'urcye mhi ner buir" he patted him back then looked back towards the woman..."Ordo?" he laughed slighly..."Good luck, te Alor fucks anything with a pair of lips between their legs"

[17:49] Nicci Sularen's eyes raged at what the Alor had just stated, "Then I will take his kriffing weak ass to visit Chaos itself and unseat him from his undeserved position, making him grovel before the women he has annoyed like a bitch in heat," she glowered, because if that in fact, were true, it was unbecoming of any leader and it needed to be....tended to.

[17:51] Mirshe Sol'yc Socarras (lucian.teromaximus) laughed somewhat....."I like you.....I can see us getting along" he paused..."Make sure you get those hilts though, that alone will set you apart from others who wear their armor and call themselves Mandalorian..."

[17:52] Nicci Sularen grinned.  Her hatred for Force Users would make such a task a more than welcome one, "Consider it done then." she replied, with nothing but harshness in her tone.

[17:54] Mirshe Sol'yc Socarras (lucian.teromaximus) nods.."Well...I'll consider it one when I see them hanging like trophies...." he slid the helmet back on..."I'm going to find some bar to crash.....die standing, or not at all"

[17:55] Nicci Sularen narrowed her eyes, observing the fact that they were indeed, in a bar, "Right, well I am sure you will find one sooner than you expected," she smirked, walking out of the Cantina to go hunt down a Jedi or 12.