[D10ME] Warrior's Beach

[Ria'la Tu'roth]

Do you need a hand...

"Oh, hello," Verse said with a goofy smile, raising her left hand up in a wave to where the sound was coming from.

The left hand that had been chopped off by a lightsaber and replaced with a clearly mechanical hand; and forearm.

"Is that where they are showing Warrior's Heart?"

"Close enough. You'll be able to see it from there."

Taking the mechanical hand, he guided her towards a seat . . . actually finding a clear path and not just dumping her into a hypothetical scorpion pit.

[Verse Aura]

"Well," she said, being led forward, "Not really of course, but maybe someone can narrate?"

[Ria'la Tu'roth]

"I think we can rely on the . . . avid fans to do that for us."

He'd almost said 'rabid fans' before remembering this one was a glowstick carrier like the one setting things up here.

[Dove Gray]

"Hey, hey, that's, um," Mia said. She blushed a bit and then shook her head. "I get it. I missed you too. Someone had to chat with the Mon Calamari." She looked at the grill and then smiled faintly. "Could use a meal that ain't fish, really."

"Help yourself, sunshine," she smiled and pecked Mia on the cheek with a quick kiss. "Xanna and the others do a great job with the bullgoats. Especially the ribs."

[Verse Aura]

"I think we can rely on the . . . avid fans to do that for us."

He'd almost said 'rabid fans' before remembering this one was a glowstick carrier like the one setting things up here.

She smiled, "You've met them then, I take it?"

[Ria'la Tu'roth]

She smiled, "You've met them then, I take it?"

"Not all of them but you can't spend any time at all in this org and not hear of the Warrior's Heart parties."

He dropped back in to his seat, nodding to Astin.

"To be honest I thought it was a code for something else entirely for a while."

[Verse Aura]

"Oh no," she said, "Petrus takes it very seriously. Too seriously, maybe."

[Astin Denive]

Astin offered Ria'la a polite nod in return, downing the glass of whiskey he had been nursing and Turning to Verse.

"Could I get you a drink, Miss?" He asked, she looked a bit young, but he figured if you were fighting in a war you deserved to get drunk if you wanted to.

[Verse Aura]

"Oh, sure," she said, looking toward the sound of the voice; though with the way she was bandaged it was obvious she couldn't see.

[Astin Denive]

He nodded and mixed her up a whiskey sour, force people didn't seem like the drank much straight whiskey. "Here you are." He offered a few moments later, waiting for her to hold up a hand so he could place the drink in it.

[Mianerra Tavvos]

"Hey, hey, that's, um," Mia said. She blushed a bit and then shook her head. "I get it. I missed you too. Someone had to chat with the Mon Calamari." She looked at the grill and then smiled faintly. "Could use a meal that ain't fish, really."

"Help yourself, sunshine," she smiled and pecked Mia on the cheek with a quick kiss. "Xanna and the others do a great job with the bullgoats. Especially the ribs."

Mia turned a bit redder, despite the sun being down. "I hope it's better than what we used to cook at home. Who would have thought that farmers would be bad at preparing food?"

[Venator Praedae]

Sacha was helping Petrus unload the equipment, but waved to the people she knew.

When she saw Ven, she called out, "Ven, this is gonna be great. The show we're gonna watch is the best-worst thing ever."

Venator turns his head and tips his helmet to Sacha. "Even'n darl'n. Ya godda dry dis nerf sdeak." He stabs at a couple of pieces of bite sized steak with his fork and they quickly disappear underneath his helmet.

"Besd-worse dhing? Wa we wadch'n?" He asks as he watches the airshow overhead.

[Sacha Ordo]

Venator turns his head and tips his helmet to Sacha. "Even'n darl'n. Ya godda dry dis nerf sdeak." He stabs at a couple of pieces of bite sized steak with his fork and they quickly disappear underneath his helmet.

"Besd-worse dhing? Wa we wadch'n?" He asks as he watches the airshow overhead.

"IT's a show where this girl travels back in time and hooks up with a Mandalorian Clan. There's all sorts of drama and interclan dynamics and someone might be someone else's kid secretly and that kind of stuff," she replied.

[Dove Gray]

Mia turned a bit redder, despite the sun being down. "I hope it's better than what we used to cook at home. Who would have thought that farmers would be bad at preparing food?"

"Your cooking is fine, if a bit on the bland side, Mia," Dove teased warmly. At least Mia didn't burn food regularly.

"Want me to fix you up a drink?"

[Petrus Karath]

With Sacha's help, the projector was all set up, as well as a number of chairs in front of it. Petrus took a seat in one of the ones near the front.

"Gonna start in a few minutes!" He called, a general warning.

(OOC: a few irl hours)

[Xanna Teevou]

Xanna was wearing beach attire that wasn't a million miles away from the sort of thing Dove could get away with. Of course the moment it was covered by a chef's apron, at the front at least. She walked around the tables offering plates of bullgoat ribs to the relaxing heroes.

Daunt got the first plate and a gentle touch on the forearm. "As the founder of so many feasts I think it only appropriate." She gave him a smile and continued to pass out the food. Her new friend Jugubugu had shared a few recipes from 100's of years on the Outer Rim, so they were doing something of a fusion.

She had a few words for everyone. It was that sort of event.

[Daunt]

"Thank you, Xanna. It's a nice touch." He smirked at his own joke and began eating, quite voraciously. His body needed building blocks to reconstruct.

His attention got back to the projector. He hadn't been a holovid person ever before.

[Petrus Karath]

And then, the show began...

"Previously, on Warrior's Heart..." the narrator was an older man, rough and weathered.

Monitors beeped, the Caamasi woman was lying in a hospital bed. Jaina was there, holding her hand.

"Thank goodness you're awake, Aaliq. Are you okay?" Aaliq (apparently) shook her head, her eyes widening.

"I don't know. I can't remember... I can't remember anything!"

The Caamasi, Aaliq, wandered the grounds. There were warriors training, here and there, dressed in a variety of outfits, and using a variety of exotic-looking edged weapons, as well as modern blasters.

The man who'd pushed her, Elgin, walked with her, his expression concerned, but his eyes as cold as ever. "Do you remember anything, Aaliq?" The Caamasi shook her head.

"No... the doctor said that I may never regain my memory... wait." She walked over to the corner of the hanger, her hands shaking.
I... I fell here, didn't I?

The cold blue eyes narrowed...

Dacen had fought through, with blade and blaster, and still no shirt, defeating all the enemies in the enemy fortress. Blood had spurted again and again. Now, just ahead, was the man who had trapped him in this oath...

The ferracrete floor suddenly opened up beneath him.

Dacen landed with a grunt. Slowly, he rose to his feet, readying his weapons. His body was tense, his expression serious, eyes wide. As though he sensed danger. Danger announced itself with a roar.

The unmistakable roar of a mega-rancor!

Jaina had pursued her quarry, and found the hidden base where the prisoners were supposed to be held. But a mysterious Mandalorian watched her through the scope of their sniper rifle...

Their finger tightened on the trigger...

Jaina suddenly looked towards the shooter, her eyes wide...

...

Warrior's Heart

Melancholy string instruments began to play, with the occasional martial horn note, and drums. And the occasional manly grunt.

[Vaya Mer'darrow]

Vaya threw open her camp chair and tossed it down next to where Verse had set Ria'la. She smirked as Astin handed her a drink.

"Did you remember to ask her for her scandocs? I'm not sure she's old enough." She pulled out her own flask of Rygor cactus moonshine and took a nip before holding it out in offering.

[Mianerra Tavvos]

Mia turned a bit redder, despite the sun being down. "I hope it's better than what we used to cook at home. Who would have thought that farmers would be bad at preparing food?"

"Your cooking is fine, if a bit on the bland side, Mia," Dove teased warmly. At least Mia didn't burn food regularly.

"Want me to fix you up a drink?"

"Did Astin end up cooking for the ship after all?" Mia asked, looking over. She then sipped her drink and shook her head. "I always take it straight. Well, at least in terms of liquor."

[Ria'la Tu'roth]

"I'm fairly certain the local enforcement officers are somewhat occupied elsewhere right now."

Ria'la smirked back at Vaya.

[Sacha Ordo]

With Sacha's help, the projector was all set up, as well as a number of chairs in front of it. Petrus took a seat in one of the ones near the front.

"Gonna start in a few minutes!" He called, a general warning.

(OOC: a few irl hours)

Sacha dropped into seat next to Petrus, leaning over and stage whispering. "My theory is that Elgin is their kid from the future. That's why his behavior is sometimes so weird."

[Astin Denive]

Vaya threw open her camp chair and tossed it down next to where Verse had set Ria'la. She smirked as Astin handed her a drink.

"Did you remember to ask her for her scandocs? I'm not sure she's old enough." She pulled out her own flask of Rygor cactus moonshine and took a nip before holding it out in offering.

Astin took the flask and sniffed it before taking a nip and passing it back.

"She had some that said she's forty five, checked em the last time she came by." Astin lied with a casual shrug.

[Petrus Karath]

The Mandalorian squeezed the trigger, sending a bolt of energy towards Jaina... instictively, she raised her hand. A field of energy appeared before her, causing the bolt to dissipate harmlessly. Her eyes widened further... "What...?" She whispered, her lips parting.

The mandalorian shook his helmeted head. His finger tightened on the trigger... a blaster shot sounded... the Mandalorian slumped to the ground.
A man with cold blue eyes stood over him.

"Elgin?" Jaina gasped, surprised, her chest heaving (as it generally did). "I thought you opposed my mission."

"I do." Elgin said, pointing his blaster at her. "But if you die... then I'll never be born."

"What?" Petrus said. He turned to Sacha, grinning. "I can't believe you called it, just like that!"

[Sacha Ordo]

Sacha slapped her legs. "HA! Called it!" she looked to Petrus. "His actions seemed random, but if he had future knowledge, it made sense to do weird stuff if he's trying to have some effect on the future. That was my thought. Oh, maybe one of the people he worked against becomes an enemy in the future!"