#.............*mandalorian please excuse me i am drunk

[ahsoka-in-a-hood]

My days of general antipathy towards fanon mandalorian culture are certainly reaching a middle as I contemplate that it would actually be very funny to drop Jango Fett as his exact canon self into that pot of broth

[clonewarslover55]

Cuddles and soft sex with Old Man Boba(Who’s really only 41)

@peacefulwizardfox​ requested some Old Man Boba cuddles, so I did that and more! 

Notes: This is for everyone who doesn’t hate old man Boba. If you hate his body then get the fuck off my blog :)  Those of you who love his body? Enjoy some fluff and smut 

Also! I am a legends whore so some legends Boba content is in this 

Spoilers for season 2 of the Mandalorian chapter 14 kinda?

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff, grumpy Boba being grumpy Boba, teasing, joking around, smut, soft smut, more fluff, Boba is beefy and it’s sexy 

^^^^^^^!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!THIGH JIGGLE!!!!!!!!!!!!^^^^^^^

You laid on Boba’s large naked chest, tracing your fingers delicately along the many scars that covered his dark skin. Your long term lover watched you, his dark brown eyes hypnotizing. “You're beautiful, you know that right?” 

Boba huffed a laugh, “I was eaten up by Sarlacc stomach acid for two days…..I’m getting old and-” You covered his beautiful mouth with your hand. “You’re still the most handsome man in the universe to me. And Boba, Cyar’ika, you’re forty one. You’re not old.” Boba rolled his eyes at you being sappy and sweet. He loved the attention though, but he’d never admit it. 

“You’re going to make my teeth rot out one day.” Boba muttered and you shrugged, “You’re just saying that as an excuse because your old ass-” He slapped your bare ass and you yelped. “I’m kidding!” You laughed at his teasing glare and crawled on top of him fully. You kept laughing, Boba didn’t laugh but a small smile pulled at your lips. You knew it was hard for him to hold back a dumb grin and some chuckles. 

Once Boba had hit forty you began making old man jokes here and there. You’re lucky you’re not human leather by now. Boba hated the jokes, but they were pretty funny. 

He wrapped his thick arms around you, pulling you tightly against his chest. You buried your face in his neck, breathing in his wonderful scent. You both smelled of sex and one another, and it was addicting. You two had been in bed all day, since Slave I was on autopilot to your next destination. It was rare having a lazy day with “Mr. Works himself to death.”

Boba was always grumpy, even in bed when you two are cuddling. It’s just his personality, so it was easy to poke at the bear.  You began kissing his neck, which was very very sensitive. Boba grunted and batted at you, clearly half asleep. You narrowed your eyes and kept teasing his neck with your lips and tongue. Boba could only huff and squeeze your ass as a weak defense. 

 You two had been sleeping and having sex all day, so he clearly didn’t mind. His bare cock sure didn’t mind either. Boba opened his eyes when you teasingly grinded your hips down against his, a growl ripping from his throat. You smirked and kissed him deeply, his lips fitting perfectly with yours. His hard cock was pressed against you, but not where Boba wanted it.  

Boba gave you a fake irritated look when you pulled away, a smirk pulling at your lips. You’re lucky Boba was in a good mood, so he was letting you tease. If he wasn’t? You’d be under him and being rutted into like a bitch in heat. 

You dragged your lips, tongue and teeth along his scarred throat. Boba exposed more of his throat, clenching his jaw when your teeth nipped his Adam's apple. Your mouth moved to his collar bones, then to his chest. You felt like worshipping your sexy bounty hunter lover, so you’d do exactly that. 

His beautiful body was scarred and worn from the stressful life of a bounty hunter, Sarlacc acid, and the cruel twin Tatooine suns. It only made him even sexier to you, his scars telling a million stories. With age Boba has gotten thicker, but he kept it mostly muscle. He wasn’t as toned as he used to be, but you didn’t care. There was just more of him to love, to kiss. His stomach and chest have gotten softer, so he was even more comfortable to lay on now. 

Boba laid his head back, enjoying your soft warm lips and tongue tracing his sensitive scars. A growl tore from his thick chest when you gently nipped one of his nipples. They were very sensitive for a man who’s worn a chest plate all of his life. Before you could move to his softening stomach he grabbed you and yanked you back to his face. You made an offended noise as he moved you. 

“Boba I was doing something!! I can’t ever body worship you?” Boba snorted sarcastically, “You just enjoy the taste of my cock.” You got in his face, your nose brushing his, “Perhaps.” You sneered, your lips hardly brushing his.  He smiled, but quickly hid it by yanking you into a passionate kiss. Fuck he loved you and your smart mouth. 

Boba never lost the fire that burned within him, and you could always tell by the heat behind his lips. You nearly screamed in surprise when he flipped you over, pinning you down. “I wanted to be on top.” You huffed like a child, Boba just gave you a bemused look.  

“Then don’t be slow.” He smirked when you glared at him. Boba, of course, got payback when he gently nipped one of your nipples. You moaned, the glare not leaving your face. “Bastard.” He chuckled at your word, his lips connecting with yours once again.

You and boba had been together for a while now, so he knew your body perfectly. He spread your things apart with his calloused hands, letting you know to throw your legs around his thick waist. His hot lips never detached from yours as he settled himself comfortably between your legs. His lips were so blinding that you hardly even noticed the change in position until he grinded his cock against your lips teasingly. 

His taste was so addicting and erotic that you whined when he pulled away so you two could breathe. He smirked and moved his mouth to your neck, making sure to mark you up even more than he did earlier. 

You moaned as his calloused hands began to play with your nipples, hardening them into peaks quickly. He moved his right hand away to trace a thick calloused finger along your slick folds. Boba smirked, “You’re so easy.” He nearly purred, causing you to blush. “You’re just sexy and very good at this.” You whispered, nipping his ear softly. Boba hummed, not disagreeing. 

Boba kissed you again, his tongue wrestling with yours. You moaned into his mouth as he rubbed the head of his cock against your soaked entrance. You gripped his muscular shoulders, your nails ripping open the scratches from earlier. Boba groaned, loving the slight sting. Boba was a little self conscious about his scars, but he loves the ones you give him. 

He buried his face into your neck when he pushed into you, his large cock filling you perfectly. Boba always filled you to the brim, his cock hitting every deep spot inside of you. You cried out his name, gripping his muscular body tightly. The sensation of him caused your walls to grip him tightly, making it hard for Boba to control himself 

“Fuck you’re always so tight.” He growled out the words, his voice gruff from pleasure. You went to snark back a reply about him having a big cock. Instead, Boba shifted his hips slightly and your train of thought derailed. He smirked at your gasping reaction, he knew exactly where your special spots were. He was cocky about it too. 

Boba began at a slow rhythm, taking his sweet time. Your body moved perfectly with his, your cunt squeezing around his shaft like a vice. Boba wasn’t the most vocal man, but you knew how to draw out those sweet erodic noises from him. 

You dragged your nails along his scalp to the back of his neck, the sensitive skin there always fun to tease. Boba shivered, his cock twitching deep inside of you. Boba picked up his pace, his thrusts now deeper. He moaned loudly at your teasing touches, which only made your walls quiver around him. 

The sensation of his lips on your neck, along with one of his hands playing with your nipples was enough to drive you mad alone. You had already cum a few times today, so you were incredibly sensitive. 

Boba panted in your ear, his hot breath causing you to shiver. “That’s it baby.” He moaned the words out, his pace picking up. The small bedroom of Slave I was filled with absurd sounds of skin against skin and of your wet cunt. Boba nipped your ear, his scarred body pressed flush against yours. “That’s my good girl, so close for me.” 

You whined at his heated words, your walls squeezing him even tighter. You knew not to cum before Boba said so, but he made it really hard for you. “Boba!” You dug your nails even deeper into his skin as he thrusted into your hot core faster. 

“Boba please.” You threw your head back, the noises combined with the sensations driving you wild. You knew he loved it when you begged, so you begged. “Boba baby!” You cried, “Please please let me cum!!” Boba’s cock twitched at your words, a loud moan leaving his lips. 

“You’re such a good girl for me.” He gave a few more rough thrusts, his orgasm just as close as yours. “Cum with me.” He snarled out the words, which made you cum hard. His warm seed filled you to the brim as you screamed out his name like a prayer. 

You saw spots when you came, your throat already sore from your screams of pleasure. Boba rode out his orgasm with yours, his hips bucking softly. Once he was finished he pulled out, which made you whine at the loss. 

Boba rolled onto his back, pulling you back onto his chest. You nuzzled your face between his large pectorals, your body feeling like jello. You were half asleep, enjoying Boba’s warmth and body. 

“Cyar’ika.” He muttered, stirring your cock drunk mind. You blinked at him, a chuckle leaving his lips at your glare. “We should probably shower and prepare for-” You cut him off with a tight hug, “mo.” You mumbled, your words muffled by his large chest. 

Boba sighed and stroked your hair, “Come on-” You hugged him tighter and he grunted. “You have to feel gross.” You snorted loudly at him, your face not moving from his chest. Boba sighed and laid his head back. 

“You’re lucky I love you.” He continued to stroke your hair, “Five more minutes and that's it.” You pressed a kiss between his pectorals. Boba rolled his eyes at your muffled, “M...’love you too.” 

After five minutes you were both sound asleep in one another's arms, forgetting completely about the job he had to get done soon. Your cuddles were more important to him though, but he’d never admit that.

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[aifsaath]

Suffer Little Children II

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The ride to the downtown of Tagawa was filled to the brim with uncomfortable silence. The magtrain drove into a tunnel, painting their compartment with pitch black.  Anakin kept twitching in his seat, bored to tears. Obi-Wan had never been a chatterbox to the boy’s chagrin, but this was downright ridiculous. Master had not spoken a word since they had left the spaceport.

“Master?”

“Yes, Anakin?”

His voice was soft and distant.

“Are we there yet?”

Anakin knew he whined. It was completely intentional.

“As you see, we are still inside the train. That is still moving. So, what is the conclusion, padawan?”

“That we’re not there yet.”

“I have always suspected you to be a bright boy.”

“If I weren’t so respectful and bright, I’d call you a sarcastic wiseass, Master.”

“Well, I suppose I should thank the Force that you are so respectful, because otherwise I would have to punish you for your impudence.”

“Lucky respectful me.”

The magtrain emerged back to the dull autumn sunlight. Anakin stole a glance at Obi-Wan’s face. The blankness was gone, thanks the stars. Anakin never knew for sure what to do when Obi-Wan got weird like that. Reading him through their bond was a difficult task; Obi-Wan seldom dropped his shields, and to make his padawan’s attempts at Kenobilogy even harder he refused to answer a damn question straight. Anakin had hoped they were past that – he would never forget the stone carved statue that had been his master for the first year of his apprenticeship – but apparently, Obi-Wan took a twisted pleasure in being an inscrutable ass.

The only cure for Obi-Wan’s moods, as far as Anakin knew, was to annoy him back to his general state of amused exasperation.

Sadu was no Tatooine. Longing for warmth, Anakin snuggled to his master’s side. For all his insisting on a proper Jedi etiquette, Obi-Wan usually let Anakin use his body as a personal heater. The fact Anakin abused on a regular basis. It was not his fault that he was born on a planet where one could fry an egg with nothing but a flat stone and his inner thermostat refused to adapt.

Anakin listened to the whispers of the raindrops, to the ramble of passing trains, to Obi-Wan’s heartbeat. Lids heavy, he closed his eyes. He wondered, in a fleeting moment, if Obi-Wan found in the meditation the very piece he felt now. Was the Force this snug and soft? Did it smell of soap and lemongrass? Did it sing to Obi-Wan with the steady rhythm of his own heart?

Another heartbeat, another body, another scent. Mom’s fingers playing with his hair. A dress made from far itchier cloth. Lips brushing his brow. He felt far too alone, far too small, young and old at the same time. Anakin burrowed closer to his master, nose buried in his ribs.

“No drowsing, young one. We are going to be there soon.

It was still raining when the train stopped.

By the time they got to the inn from the station, they were soaked to the bone. Obi-Wan glared at the broken umbrella in his hand as if it had offended him gravely. The poor object had been rendered useless in the raging weather. What was meant to be a pleasant short walk quickly turned into a half-running, half-swimming race. Obi-Wan’s face of utter betrayal mixed with the look of a baby Ewok freshly pulled out of a washing machine was just a cherry on top.

As far as Anakin was concerned, Sadu welcomed them the best way possible.

The inn was cosy, with a tavern on the ground floor and lodgings up the stairs. The few people who strayed here from the flood raging outside drunk their beer quietly at the low tables. Decorative wooden veneer covered the walls. Anakin inhaled the smell of cooked meat, mushrooms and herbs. With mouth salivating and eyes full of hunger and hope he glanced at his master who was fighting with their luggage. Their mad dash through the tiled streets took a toll on its wheels.

“This is the reason Jedi travel light,” Obi-Wan growled. “Wretched thing. Yes, Anakin, I smell the food too, and yes, we will have a lunch before the mission. Now, wait.”

Anakin rewarded him with the brightest smile he could manage. At last, Master got the hang on this child rearing business. The infamous murderer of all plant in the vicinity finally realized that living beings needed nutrients for survival! Would miracles never cease?

(A few years ago, when Master was still new and weird and raw and grieving, Anakin had to remind him again and again that neither of them could survive on mere sunlight and air.)

With a victorious Ah-ha! Obi-Wan bullied the suitcase into submission. Anakin hurried after him as he strode straight to the innkeeper, the luggage bumping behind.

The innkeeper was a forty-year-old woman with dark blonde hair and wide-set cheeks. Obi-Wan’s type, Anakin thought giddily. And judging by the quirky smile she gave him, Obi-Wan was her type, but Obi-Wan was nearly everyone’s type, so Anakin could not fault her. She had a good taste in men, though.

The innkeeper glanced at their suitcase, then turned back to Obi-Wan. “Greetings, sirs. Do you have reservations?” She spoke with a rather strong accent, like someone who learnt Basic at school only to have something to add to their CV.

Anakin watched Obi-Wan dictate the number of their reservation.

“Jedi, hm?” The woman typed down a few lines to her datapad. “I’ll need to see your IDs.”

“Here it is.” Obi-Wan handed her their data chips. A minute passed – the terminal did not quite work – until the information finally loaded. She grinned when she read their names.

“Wati gino’ada nasayo, mun-Kenobi?”

“Excuse me?”

“Ah, you don’t speak…? I thought…”

“I’m afraid I don’t,” Obi-Wan said with a sheepish smile. “May I have the keys?” he added quickly.

“Of course,” she pressed the keys and the chips into his palm. “The second floor, the room number eight.”

“Thank you, ma’am. Let’s go, padawan.”

. . .

Their room was a plain one. White walls and parquetted floors. Two beds on the opposite sides. One large window framing the grey skies. It was a rather dim room. Obi-Wan switched the lights on.

“What was that?” Anakin asked when the door closed behind them.

“Nothing important,” Obi-Wan shrugged. Never the one to waste time, he started unpacking the luggage. “Just people putting greater importance to one’s place of birth than they should.”

Anakin sat down on the smaller of the two beds.

“Whoa – you’re from here? Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I knew the planet under its colonial name. It escaped me that they had renamed it back… Though I admit that Stewjon sounds ridiculous… You need to dry up, padawan. You are dripping all over the place.”

“Yeah, yeah. Wow. I thought you’re from, like, Coruscant.”

“Why, may I ask?”

“Dunno. Guess that you’re so… Well, comfortable there?”

“Am I?” Obi-Wan scratched his jaw. Anakin noticed the light red fuzz that covered his face now. He tried to imagine his master with a beard. He would look like a stunted Wookie. “I would not consider myself even a Coruscanti. Let alone Sadu. I am just a Jedi, through and through.”

Anakin frowned.

“You were born here.”

“And I have lived my life everywhere else. The only planet I have spent less time than this one was Tatooine. Trust me, Anakin, I have a better clasp on being Mandalorian than being Sadu. I am a stranger here in all the ways that matter.”

“Haven’t you been a bit curious?”

“Why should I? Why are we even talking about this nonsense? Change your clothes, Anakin. We can’t go to the tavern like this. And please, no more talks about this.”

Pouting, Anakin proceeded to the bathroom with a bundle of dry robes and a towel pressed to his chest. Figures, that Obi-Wan would be tight lipped about anything concerning himself as a person.

Just a Jedi, through and through.

[cinvhetinordo]

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.