Battling a Skirata

[01:07]  And so a familiar Mandalorian clad in blue, battered combat armor headed into the establishment owned by Clan Ordo. In recent days, with Clan Gra'tua having moved off-world, Clan Skirata warriors and the Journeyman Protectors on world opted to co-habituate with the neighboring Clan Ordo. Soron headed in, and Haat, the oh-so-omnipotent Skirata, gave him that solid nod of greeting. Soron's reflective, T-shaped visor, however, was focused on the two warriors of Clan Ordo ahead of him, "Su cuy'gar, ner vode. <Still alive, my comrades.>"

[01:08]  just gave Soron the stink eye, but a polite, almost cheerful-sounding "Su'cuy" to Haat, then proceeded to stuff her mouth full of narcoleth bottle again.

[01:10] Cassus Ordo looks over to Soron and nods "Su cuy'gar, Cabur'al'verde. What brings you to Ordo's pub?" He asked

[01:14] Soron offered Cassus a nod, "I wanted to briefly discuss the agenda for the upcoming meeting amongst Clan representatives on Mandalore. I spoke to Jorval over comms, and he will likely be able to make it to the rally himself. Not certain whether or not he's here, but figured I'd try my chances whilst on-world."

[01:16] Nicci Ordo burps loudly, just looking at him. "Lek?  There's a meeting?" she asked.  She may or may not have been blackout drunk for the last week.

[01:17] Cassus Ordo looks between Soron and back to Nicci "Well, fraid to report that ner Alor isn't here right now... be lucky if you actually catch him here... but you could speak to Nicci about it but... I don't think now is really a great time."

[01:21] Soron reached up to weaken his neck seal. He removed his helmet and held the technological marvel to the armorweave mesh fabric along the side of his chest, which appeared to be freshly soaked in blood. Claw scratch of sorts. He clenched his jaw through the pain and offered the two a faint smile, "I suppose it isn't. But elek, there is a meeting." his unfiltered voice reported, "The network of Clan representatives is being rallied to the city of Keldabe on Mandalore on (Sunday March 31st @ 5 PM SLT). I sent out a rally across Mandalorian channels and I'm still contacts Clan leaders and representatives one by one." he said, "I won't bother the two of you with your celebrations, though. I'll keep trying to reach out gar alor."

[01:24] Nicci Ordo put a finger pointedly in Cassus's chest, using a pushing force that would shove him backwards unless he firmly planted his feet. "You...do not dictate when is the best time...VERD." she stated.  She took another long drink of the narcoleth and cleared her throat, as it was powerful stuffs!  "Right, meeting.  I will be there anyway.  Maybe possibly.  Probably.  I am not celebrating anything I am just existing.  You are welcome to exist in here as you so choose." she replied.  She made some kissing noises and a small black nexu came out from behind the bar and trotted over to her, using it's claws to climb up her armor and perch on her shoulder.

[01:31] Cassus Ordo steps back and nods to her "Right, my bad, Alor'ad." He turns towards the bar counter.

[01:32] Soron 's maroon eyes followed the nexu as it made its way closer. The moment it passed him, he already began to sniffle a little too wildly, and sooner rather than later he was forced to jerk his head aside and sneeze. He sneezed once, twice, thrice... he held it... then he sneezed a fourth time. Eventually, Soron shook his head and replaced his helmet atop his head, tightening the neck seal again, "I will exist upstairs for a short bit." his filtered voice delivered in response, "All warriors of their respective families are free to come and listen in on the rally, but each Clan will have one Mandalorian to represent their family's voice." he said, taking a step or two aside, "I've never been in the upper levels of this building. Either of you mind showing me around?"

[01:34] Nicci Ordo snorted. "All that time we spent hunting and you are bothered by a nexu kitten?  Well I'm never ending a fight with you in a stalemate again.  Really vod they have top medical tech out these days that is a simple inoculation against allergies to fur and dander.  As for the upper levels, those are our private quarters and you missed out on any opportunity to see those I would imagine." she replied, giving him the stink eye again.  "The main bulk of the base is below the bar.  Underground."

[01:39] Soron tilted his head aside slightly before raising a gloved finger, "Ah. Below. Underground, elek. That, then. Cassus, mind showing me around the bulk of the base underground?" he inquired, "And those inoculations are usually temporary. I've many a friend who is allergic to synthetic bacta, and no inoculation can cure that; sometimes it's a problem of how your body responds to external stimuli. Few things you can really do about that without getting into cybernetics." he argued, shooting Nicci a finger gun, "That spar on Endor was good. Few warriors are some resilient and tactical. It was a fair stalemate, vod. That kitten.." he shook his head, ".. nayc, nayc, nayc, wholly unfair. Heh." he jested, buzzing a brief chuckle.

[01:40] Cassus Ordo looks over at Soron. The legendary bounty hunter is weakened by a feline? Well... this was a developement "Anything you need me to do, Alor'ad?" He asked.

[01:40] Miron - Soron (soron2009.flux): are so* resilient and tactical

[01:41] Cassus Ordo "That's also not my call, Skirata."

[01:43] Nicci Ordo had been headed towards the elevator to show him around the base herself but, he had asked for Cassus instead.  Keeping a stoic expression that revealed nothing of her feelings on the matter, she waved her permission at Cassus to go ahead.  "Inoculations against bacta do not exist, as that is internal.  But there are medicines to aid with outside stimuli that prevents it from ever reaching you to bother you.  But hey, if you want to have a mere feline be a weakness to a mighty warrior, that is on you vod.  Good to know how to beat you next time." she grunted, and moved to the opposite end of the bar, pulling out another bottle and drinking it down.

[01:45] Shev'la Skirata (shevordo): [[ I'm not showing my room, I emptied it

[01:50] Soron chuckled in amusement, "Heh. What a weakness, you know the secret to my demise!" he cried out sarcastically, "Nicci, ner vod, spoiler alert — I killed a nexu alpha male beast earlier today. Trust me, felines are no way to beat me." he said and offered a thumbs up, "I can take care of myself. But it's no competition, we're on the same side."

[01:51] Nicci Ordo smirked. "With you sneezing and ME firing at you, I bet I could beat you.  You barely could keep up with me last time." she replied.  It was ALWAYS a competition with her.

[01:52] Cassus Ordo nods and looks over to Soron "Do you wanna see the base or not?"

[01:55]  "Oh please. Am I sneezing now?" Soron countered, "You're being silly. We wear these technological marvels for a reason." he said, tapping the side of his helmet, "You're a good warrior, but we beat each other to a standstill last time. You were on your ass just as long as I was. Oh, wait... longer." he taunted low-key, tilting his head aside, "But. No. It's not a competition. It's nice seeing you again, Ni." he said, and turned to follow after Cassus, "Elek, elek, n'eparavu takisit, vod. <Yes, yes, sorry, comrade.>"

[01:56] Nicci Ordo narrowed her eyes, turning her head to slowly look at the Skirata, slowly putting the bottle down on the table.  "You wanna go again?  Right now?" she snarled.

[01:56] Cassus Ordo "Well, verd. You're on your own." He chuckled getting out of the way, letting Nicci go at him

[01:58] Soron glanced over-shoulder, before turning his armored body-mass to face the other Mandalorian, "It wasn't my intention to fight you today. I'm injured, you're intoxicated." he reasoned, "You do seem disgruntled, vod."

[01:58] Cassus Ordo <"Oh boy..."> Cassus quipped to himself

[01:59] Nicci Ordo scoffed.  "Fighting when intoxicated is the best time to fight.  And I am always disgruntled.  But hey if you can't hang due to excuses, don't run your mouth with the taunting....vod." she grunted, grabbing the bottle again and taking a drink.  "I'm always drunk."

[02:01] Cassus Ordo momentarily moves to reach for his own bottle of narcoleth, taking a swig from it

[02:02]  "Of course. All in good fun." Soron replied, "No excuses though. If /you/ really have it in your heart to spar with me, then I won't deny you." he reasoned.

[02:06] Nicci Ordo slammed the bottle down on the bar and looked cheerful for the first time all night.  "Jate!  I knew you weren't a hut'uun...sort of.  Let's go!" she said, sounding rather upbeat as she got in the elevator to go down to the lower base levels, where the battle ring waited.  "You can even pick the terms! Fists? Blades? Blasters?"

[02:07] Cassus Ordo opts to follow the two into the basement, narcoleth in hand

[02:09] Soron 's reflective, T-shaped visor followed Nicci as she got up and headed towards the elevator. He shortly thereafter followed suit, "Like last time. Blaster weaponry set on non-lethal settings, such as stun. Blades and fists if your opponent gets close enough. The jetpack if you need to make distance." he figured.

[02:10] Cassus Ordo "Uhh.... I don't think you'll want to fly down there, Al'verde."

[02:10] Nicci Ordo smirked, "Not much distance to be had in the ring but...sure!" she replied, fishing her helmet off her belt and sealing it in place as they headed down."

[02:15] Soron 's visor tracked the glorious imagery all around the room. He glanced at each and every corner of the ring and shook his head, "Force your opponent to fight on your terms. Smart." he said, reaching over-shoulder to grip his beskad's hilt. He tugged the traditional saber made of Mandalorian iron off of its magnetic panel along the Z-6 jetpack. The hilt borrowed heavily from traditional Mandalorian art, and to a Mandalorian such as Nicci it probably had a fair bit of symbolic meaning. He took a step or two back to make distance and cleared his throat, committing to eye movement and blinking to target the Ordo upon his HUD screen. (Rolling initiative).

[02:16] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Soron Skirata(soron2009 Flux) rolled 27 [Willpower:07]

[02:16] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Rolled 21 [Willpower:10]

[02:18] Nicci Ordo chuckled, "Well this is a spar, in an aruteii city.  Can't go shooting up the place and jetpacking at this hour.  Authorities get grumpy.  Besides, the battle circle is a means of earning honor and glory among one's peers, vod!" she grinned when he drew a melee weapon, slipping her hands behind her and drawing her own blades and looking at him. "Your move then."

[02:22]  "Much obliged. Let's see how I fare against an elite swordswoman, then." Soron said before raising the beskar blade to point its tip towards Nicci. Without an added word, he decided to go on the offensive, dashing right off his spot into a sprint at the Ordo. Upon his approach, he attempted to send a powerful diagonal swing her way, hoping the force alone of the blow would force her into parrying with both her blades.

[02:23] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Soron Skirata(soron2009 Flux) rolled 22 [Strength:10]

[02:23] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Rolled 26 [Strength:10]

[02:26] Nicci Ordo did indeed parry with both blades, raising them up in a cross maneuver to block  his blow.  She then used their close quarters to place a boot on Soron's chest and pushing hard, attempting to knock him down on his back.  There was nothing more thrilling to her than melee combat, with swords being extensions of her arms.  She had never gotten the same feeling from the coldness of blasterbolts.

[02:26] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Rolled 30 [Strength:10]

[02:30] Soron 's blade was stopped mid-momentum by Nicci's sharp parry and even sharper counter-kick, which sent Soron off his feet and onto his jetpack-harnessed back with an "Oomph." The Mandalorian quickly recognized his inferiority in close-quarters, having acted too rashly. By instinct of combat he reverted to his area of expertise, using his left, free gloved hand to tug at his WESTAR-34 blaster pistol. Even though he was still on his back, Soron flicked the blaster pistol into its custom stun setting, extended his arm, and attempted to send off a small volley of stun bolts at Nicci's thighs, abdomen, and torso, in hopes of overpowering her nervous system to get a breather and maybe the chance for some distance.

[02:30] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Soron Skirata(soron2009 Flux) rolled 14 [Agility:10]

[02:31] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Rolled 30 [Agility:10]

[02:33] Nicci Ordo reacted quickly and did a barrel roll to dodge the sudden bolts, which then ricocheted off the metal walls of the room several time before fizzling out near Cassus.  She then swung both blades around and attempted to knick the small mandalorian male's thighs just where his upper thighplates ended on either side.

[02:33] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Rolled 30 [Strength:10]

[02:35] Cassus Ordo grunted as Soron pulled out his blaster and his blaster bolt landed near his position "Fuckin'" He shook his head as he took another swig from his narcoleth.

[02:40] Soron got onto his armored knee-cap, raised himself onto his feet, and then felt a sudden pain across the backs of both his left and right thighs as Nicci's blades pierced through the armorweave and cut through flesh and a tendon or two. "Argh!!" Soron grunted in pain, stumbling forward as blood began to soak his undersuit pants. He forced himself to stay on his feet but turned to face his target. He shoved the WESTAR-34 back into its thigh holster and again charged at Nicci, this time barking a verbal command to activate his left forearm's mechanized wrist-blade. He swung a vigorous back-hand with his beskad, this time with even more ferocity than last time, and then attempted to lunge with his left Mandalorian vambrace blade into the softer spot between her collar bone and shoulder to cause some tendon damage.

[02:40] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Soron Skirata(soron2009 Flux) rolled 25 [Strength:10]

[02:41] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Rolled 14 [Strength:10]

[02:41] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Your Health Score has been decreased to 4/5.

[02:42] Cassus Ordo gulps more narcoleth

[02:43] Nicci Ordo cried out loudly as the blade stuck into her shoulder.  But it was a sound that did not sound entirely painful, almost joyful.  Having been made numb from all the narcoleth, she revelled in the sensation of feeling.  Given his close quarters to her she spun her larger blade around from the shoulder that had not been impaled, and brought it down similarly on HIS shoulder.

[02:43] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Rolled 27 [Strength:10]

[02:43] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Soron Skirata(soron2009 Flux) rolled 30 [Strength:10]

[02:51] Soron jerked his shoulder upwards, enough to cover the exposed part of his arm with the pauldron. Nicci's beskad reflected off of the beskar alloy, certainly leaving a deep bruise but keeping his limb from being torn clean off. He pulled his own wrist blade out of her shoulder and took several steps back, weakening his hand to get the wrist blade to recede. He reached into a side pouch and tugged at a concussion grenade, priming it with a click of a button before attempting to masterfully underarm it just behind Nicci, at her feet.

[02:51] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Soron Skirata(soron2009 Flux) rolled 20 [Agility:10]

[02:51] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Rolled 20 [Strength:10]

[02:54] Nicci Ordo's eyes went wide as she just barely noticed the concussion grenade in time and kicked it back at him, attempting to aim it between HIS feet instead of blowing up right under her own. "Playing with fire there throwing grenades vod!" she giggled, being the typical crazy ordo and finding this as the most fun she had had in weeks.

[02:54] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Rolled 25 [Agility:10]

[02:54] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Soron Skirata(soron2009 Flux) rolled 24 [Agility:10]

[02:55] Cassus Ordo briefly covers his eyes as the grenade goes off, while also trying to protect his narcoleth from spilling over

[02:57] Soron wasn't expecting the agile response. He was sent off his feet the moment the concussion grenade went off just a foot or so ahead of him. The beskad flew out of his gloved hand and he banged his helmeted head against one corner of the ring. "Nrgh..." he grunted whilst forcing himself up with quite the migraine. He shook his head, focused his aim, and darted into a commando roll towards his blade. He attempted to pick it up as he rolled onto a knee cap only to deliver a horizontal swipe against the side of her knee cap.

[02:57] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Soron Skirata(soron2009 Flux) rolled 11 [Strength:10]

[02:58] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Rolled 13 [Strength:10]

[02:58] Miron - Soron (soron2009.flux): (Absolutely disgusting RNGesus)

[03:00] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Soron Skirata(soron2009 Flux) rolled 11 [Strength:10]

[03:02] Nicci Ordo's knee caps were covered in heavy phrik armor and the blade clanged loudly against the plate when he attempted to land it.  She flipped one of her blades to use the flat end and attempted to basically uppercut him with the flat part of the blade.  She didn't want to kill him afterall, so she did not use the pointy end for this maneuver.

[03:02] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Rolled 20 [Strength:10]

[03:03] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Soron Skirata(soron2009 Flux) rolled 19 [Strength:10]

[03:04] Cassus Ordo gulps more narcoleth

[03:07] Soron felt a loud crack as his head was forced to jerk backwards. His metal chin was hit relatively hard by the hilt, and so the seal went undone and the helmet flew off, revealing the pale Mandalorian with a bloodied nose and a woozy vision. He stumbled side to side for a short moment, acclimating his eyes to the lack of a HUD screen. He gave into his right leg's slight limp for a moment in taking a step or two back, but then straightened his back out and pointed the blade at Nicci again, "Blast. You're better than Shev with those blades." his unfiltered voice huffed before he attempted to race at the other, this time gripping his blade with both hands in order to raise it overhead and bring it down upon Nicci's helmet hard, if he could.

[03:07] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Soron Skirata(soron2009 Flux) rolled 22 [Strength:10]

[03:08] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Rolled 27 [Strength:10]

[03:10] Nicci Ordo raised both blades in a cross again to block his maneuver.  She smirked heavily. "My blades are an extension of my body and I am a war machine of pure battle lust with them," she growled pleasurably, before again swinging the bottom-most blade down and around, in a sweeping circular movement attempting to knock him off his feet with a knick to the calf where there was no plating.

[03:10] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Rolled 19 [Strength:10]

[03:08] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Rolled 27 [Strength:10]

[03:11] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Soron Skirata(soron2009 Flux) rolled 17 [Agility:10]

[03:12] [SW: RPG] Meter 1.05: Soron Skirata(soron2009 Flux) has been defeated.

[03:18] Soron 's right calf was succinctly pierced by the tip of the beskar blade, which forced him onto his right knee-cap and elicited another grunt from him. He kept the other blade parried in the air, but that point his grip was waning, "It's clear you're a better swordswoman than me." he grunted, "But if this were an open field, or a ground upon which warriors truly seek battle, you and I know both know we wouldn't be so limited in combat style or weapon choice." he growled lowly, "Regardless. I'll yield. Who trained you to fight with a blade?"

[03:19] Miron - Soron (soron2009.flux): but at that* point his

[03:23] Nicci Ordo sheathed her blades and removed her helmet.  She pulled a bacta pack from her belt pouch, and opened it up, applying some to his wounds first even though she was heavily bleeding from her shoulder still.  "Mand'alor the Reclaimer taught me...just about everything I know.  We used to practice with blades for hours every day, because it was my weapon preference." she replied.  "You know I held my own against you pretty well even on the forest moon of Endor," she chuckled.  "I fight better when drunk I think.  In any case, you should be well rounded in skill so that you are prepared for any occasion.  I will be happy to spar with you and improve your skill with melee weapons.  If you return the same to me with blasters.  Despite the disadvantage, you still fought me which speaks highly of your honor and courage vod." she said quietly.

[03:31] Soron weakly raised himself to his feet once the pressure was off. He barely slung his traditional beskad over-shoulder to magnetize it back onto its panel along the Z-6. He opted to let Nicci deal with applying bacta shots and the like to his wounds along the back of his legs. He reached into one of his back belt pouched and pulled out a bacta shot of his own, sticking it by the injury he carved out in her shoulder, "Appreciated. I'd be a fool to pass up the opportunity to better my skill with a blade. And if I can teach you the tricks of my trade and make you a better marksman in the process, all the better." he reasoned, offering a slightly bloodied smile, "I never met the Reclaimer myself — I was too young. But I heard stories. A fine warrior. The least we can do is keep his warrior wisdom alive."

[03:32] Miron - Soron (soron2009.flux): belt pouches*

[03:36] Nicci Ordo was only doing ointment, she had not stuck him very deeply so that she had damaged any arteries or internal organs.  The ointment would heal the flesh wounds enough within a few minutes.  She grunted when he stuck her.  He had cut her fairly deeply with that saw blade.  She stood up and chuckled a little, wiping the blood from his lips with her thumb, forgetting herself a moment, before awkwardly putting her hand down.  "He was....the perfect Mand'alor, in my opinion.  Perhaps is why he reigned the longest.  The clans are not an easy thing to unite.  But he was quite skilled in battle also, and it was my honor to train under him as my al'verd.  He undertook my verd'goten as well.  He pushed me harder than any of my peers.  Had me take the head of a kyr'stad al'verd before I had earned any of my armor.  But I am grateful he pushed me that hard." she admitted.  "I will certainly not forget him." she said quietly.

[03:40] Cassus Ordo looks over to Nicci "Do you need me to look at those wounds, Alor'ad?" He points to her own

[03:47] Soron knew and trusted Nicci enough not to recoil from the contact at first but it did elicit a natural frown. He didn't make a deal of it but followed up with further wiping the blood off his lips using a pair of gloved fingers. Soron's maroon eyes glanced Cassus' way once the man posed the question but he focused his attention back on the Ordo ahead of him, "I understand the sentiment. Though I didn't know the man, my mother taught me his history well. He was a Mandalorian preoccupied with a Neo-Crusader mentality and a desire for glorious crusades. The call for conquest was timely, but I've know of several families who disagreed with many of his views and actions. Not to speak ill of the dead, of course. We should always be thankful for our mentors, especially if they're good." he said, "I look forward to studying the techniques and tricks he taught you. I'm sure you'll enjoy learning new ways to use your gear and ranged weaponry, too." he said, taking a slight step backwards. The cream already took effect,

[03:47] Soron  his wounds began healing, "Though Cassus posed a fair question — is your shoulder alright? That combination of blades killed quite the massive nexu half a rotation ago."

[03:47] Miron - Soron (soron2009.flux): effect, so* his wounds

[03:48] Miron - Soron (soron2009.flux): I've known* of several

[03:49] Nicci Ordo says, "Lek, no osik....you about mauled my arm off with that thing.  I want one!" she said.  "I will be fine.  Little blood loss never hurt anybody." she replied, walking over to Cassus and taking his narcoleth bottle and taking a big gulp of it, unless he stopped her of course, though that would be ill advised.  She handed it back to him when done.  "The bacta shot should fix it up in a bit.  Probably.  Lek...probably.""

[03:50] Cassus Ordo shrugs and continued to drink from the bottle. Less brain damage for him I guess.

[03:55] Soron couldn't help but smirk, his eyes studying the alcohol carefully. "Let me know if it doesn't heal fast enough. I always have a bacta grenade at the ready." he quipped before turning to take several steps towards his helmet. He strained to bend over and pick up the technological marvel. He opted to hold it to his side and walked over to the two, "I could get behind this, though. Granted, you Ordo warriors have a gloomy and borderline barbaric environment, there's something... exhilarating about bashing heads. I look forward to more of this." he said, glancing between the two, "We should gather more of your family and... establish some sort of brawl. It could be helpful for training. You have any ge'verde?" (The answer is yes, I just got Jorval one. lol)

[04:00] Nicci Ordo nodded, "We do.  A few.  And who you callin gloomy, techhead?  Allit Ordo knows how to have fun better than anyone.  Drinking, fighting, singing, kriffing...what else kind of fun is there even?" she looked around.  "You may be right with the barbaric environment but it feels like home to us.  And yes, it is exhilarating.  We would be honored to bash in more Skirata heads and learn them a thing or two." she smirked.

[04:03] Cassus Ordo "I'd like to bash more Imperial skulls myself...."

[04:06]  "Heh." Soron chuckled in response, shuffling slightly, "Let's stay in contact over comms. I'll be on and around the Core Worlds for the next short while, but the Inner Rim is close — only an hour or two of a hyperdrive journey. I'll try visit once a day to clash blades." he proposed, "We're going to have more honorable work to distribute amongst the Clans soon enough. In time, we're going to be fighting side by side against the most dangerous prey there is — sentient sorcerers." he said, "So the sooner I can master this blasted beskad, the better."

[04:08] Nicci Ordo nodded, "Usually more effective against those sorcerers than a blaster.  Told A'denla I wanted to be a sorcerer killer and that is why I trained with melee so adamantly.  We will have you ready, though you have an excellent track record of bringing in Jedi and Sith regardless."

[04:08] Cassus Ordo looks to Nicci moving to hold the bottle out for her "Want the rest, Alor'ad?"

[04:09] Nicci Ordo (suraya.scribe) accepted it and put the bottle to her lips, "Of course I do," she smirked.

[04:09] Narcoleth bottle: Touch me to detach

[04:10] Cassus Ordo nods "Think I'm gonna hit my bunk... less you got something for me to fix or.... something else to do."

[04:11] Nicci Ordo smirked, "Vod, I am not your buir.  Go to bed whenever you want.  Else I'll make you mop our blood up off the floor."

[04:13] Cassus Ordo nods "Right. I'll see you later." He walks over to the lift to his room, going up the turbolift before hitting the bunk

[04:13] Cassus Ordo "K'oyaci."

[04:13] Soron exhaled a brief snort at the happy bottle sharing, "Mandalorian war technology allows us to face off against Jedi and Sith effectively. Mandalorian vambraces were created by our forefathers to combat Jedi powers." he recalled, "But few weapons are a match to lightsabers. Beskade happen to be our close-quarters counterpart, but to use a blade as fast as a sorcerer with heightened senses and reflexes is quite a feat. I hope to master it. Clearly, you have." he said, and offered Cassus a nod, "K'oyacyi, vod."

[04:18] Nicci Ordo finished the bottle rather quickly and set the empty down on one of the ring edges.  She snarled, "The Force is a crutch lesser men and women use to overcome their pitiful weaknesses.  I have molded my body into a machine to prove myself their equal without use of their pathetic sorcery.  You do the same with technology and outsmarting them.  They do not have the god-status aruetii grant to them.  Anyone can practice with a good blade and be a match for them, and it will be my honor to teach you."

[04:20] Soron offered a genuine smile, "I'm glad to hear that. I look forward to practicing with you." he said, "But I should get going too. Vor entye, vod, for the spar."

[04:21] Nicci Ordo nodded, feeling the urge to go make out with her pillow herself. "Vor'e.  Feel free to stay in one of the spare rooms for the night if you wish to sleep somewhere other than your ship." she offered.

[04:23]  "Hah." Soron offered a sharp chuckle, "You know me so well, Ni. Nothing beats the pilot's chair." he jested before placing his helmet atop his head and tightening the neck seal.

[04:24] Nicci Ordo smirks. "If you say so.  I hope it at least reclines.  I never could manage sleeping while sitting up.  Brutal dreams vod."

[04:27]  "It sort of reclines." Soron legit thought about it for a moment, "But not that much. It's fine, though, I've slept in worse environments. I'd advise you to go prepare for your hangover." his filtered voice teased.

[04:28] Nicci Ordo scoffed, "Hangover...pft!  I got narcoleth instead of blood vod.  I'll be fiiine.  I don't get hangovers unless I am flat on my face involuntarily by the end of the night.  Sides I think some of the alcohol bled out of me when you stuck me with that thing." she laughed, heading for the turbolifts.