Log:Clan Kora: New Blood and Bonds

New Blood and Bonds

OOC Date: December 07, 2022
Location: Nar Shaddaa
Participants: Colo Nell, Valeska Kora, Hadrix Kora, Sumi Kora, Hahtavi Kora, Fae Renta, Terek Rosol, Clan Kora

xxx< Private Hangar - Kora - Corellian District, Nar Shaddaa >xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx This is a large hangar where ships can slide themselves into the massive structure that is the CoreStar Starport. The starport is a very tall skyrise building that has many hangar berths of varyingg size and this particular hangar is large enough to fit several ships.

tThe hangar is somewhere between very nice and nearing a run-down state. CoreStar cleaning droids often float into the hangar through small access tunnels and they zip about cleaning up debris or spills. The sounds from outside the hangar can often be heard, quite loudly as ship engines blast off or whine to a halt.

Nar Shaddaa's busy skyscrapers can be seen out the main exit as well, their giant neon-advertisements cutting sharp contrast against the otherwise darkly hued skyscrapers.

This Hangar has been converted int a repair / work hub and its setup for ships to taxi in and enjoy the services offered by the employees of the owner. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

--Valeska--

There's a massive grill fashioned from the metal grid of a scrapped bruiser from Mandalore. One of the many, many, MANY vehicles they blew up in their conquest to secure the Bloodfields. Now it is glowing a dull red and searing all manner of meats. Some of them can be identified as fresh hunts, some others are spicy sausages bought locally. Try if you dare. There's an obscenely large fillet of fish from Ealor's massive lake cooking with the skin down. Various vegetables on sticks for those who look upon the fine meats and do not salivate.

Valeska is near the makeshift grill prodding the coals with some engine's dipper stick. Maybe another trophy from Mandalore. Maybe something she found on the way over. Her armor is on today save for the helmet and the rifle which she has resting nearby. The Nar Shaddaa air is chilly enough to want the additional warmth. And besides, a gathering of Mandos of this magnitude requires the proper attire.

--Colo--

Proper attire comes in many shapes and sizes, just like Mandalorians themselves. Of the non-Mandalorian set, however, proper attire mostly just means dressing as if for a casual dinner-party. Colo's gone with a 3/5 on the fancy scale tonight, no suit and tie, nor cuff-links, but at least a dark fiberweave suit-jacket in tandem with a just-on-the-cusp-of-fashionable button-down shirt tucked under that, along with the new trousers he struts into the hangar in go along nicely to show that he's no worse for the wear after the Bloodfields' peltings.

Out of sheer habit, he's got a couple of bottles of expensive wine with him and presents them as his own offering for the hunted arrangements. There's nary a pause before he corks them each in turn and simply leaves them near-ish to the fillet on offer. There, he basks both in the coals being prodded and in the prodder, with a soft greeting to the latter with a simple peck on the check and gentle word. "Hi."

--Kirana--

As the other Koras gather and converse outside a Star Commuter 2000 rests in one of the closer landing bays. A small commuter shuttle, this one looks to be fairly well taken care of - not for particular attention to detail by its owner so much as a general lack of use of the ship. It doesn't have many lightyears on it. The shuttle had been a common sight in this hangar for the last month or so and is easy to overlook as it so seldom moves much of late. Today is initially not much different as the interior lights look to be off and there's no discernable activity coming from within.

Suddenly!

From within the 'Morning Bird', several flashes of light can be seen within the transparisteel viewport in the front of the ship, followed by loud bursts that can be easily identified as slugthrower rounds!

Another few flashes follow with similar slugthrower reports and then the lights go dark again. Only a second later there's a loud -THUD- against the hull from the inside followed by a single blaster shot, and then..

Silence.

Nearly half a minute passes before the hatch hisses open and lowers itself to the ground. From the complete darkness of the interior a familiar, short, feminine figure emerges unarmored and unarmed as she descends the boarding ramp wearing an irritated scowl.

--Valeska--

Valeska, standing at the large grill filled with mostly meat and fish (some vegetable skewers), glances to Colo upon his approach and cheek smooch. "Hey, you. How were the tables today?" She takes a few more prods at the coals beneath the metal grating then sets it aside, offering to take both the bottles of wine he brought and bring them to a small table -- two barrels with a large piece of wood between then -- where some napkins, booze, and mismatched plates are set. "Glad you could make it, yeah? Was just putting the final touches on things."

From a nearby shuttle comes the loud BLANG BLANG! of slugthrower shots. Valeska doesn't necessarily leap into action though she does turn curiously towards the ruckus. When Kirana arrives looking irritated, Valeska grins. "Duracrete rats? Stowaways? I mean, if you're gonna have fun, might as well invite us all."

--Hadrix--

The fine china has been brought out. Followed by his proverbial entourage from the depths of the Woor Harix comes. A pair of stringers from his belt rattles in distinct melody with each step - allowing himself to be heard it seems. Beskar shod boots striking heavily with the gravity of a judges gavel falling with each step, mixed with the more primal percussion coming from his contribution to the evening.

Mir floats just behind the quartet, the half-echani child Kar'Tracyn resting on one hip, wrapped in his customary scarf robes but his head, like Al'Verde Kora's is bare. He's a whisper to the big man's more sonorous tread and even the boy is quiet, wide eyes drinking in his surroundings.

Pheegus and Greeza flank to right and left of the big man, the twi'leks head bare for a change and the leather bindings on her lekku freshened, much like the oil that has been rubbed into the dark brown skin of Pheegus's long, flat, head.

When in proximity to the tables, the stringers are undone and a series of skulls are set out. Each cleaned. Lacquered and each set with a glass drinking bowl sealed into the brain case. The species is varied, trandoshan, human, sullustan, rodian, even a wookiee among the two dozen goblets laid out.

Bone china.

--Colo--

"Productive," Colo shoots back, all too proud of himself. "Did you know that sight-seeing Hapan are terrible gamblers?" He announces with casual disregard for the victim that has furnished the wine bottles. "Though they tend to pay in kind, it would seem. Still." The Corellian shrugs and aids in what best way he can, though he steers clear of potential spatter from the cooking and, worse still, from the report of gunshots.

Still quite unused to such noises, his instinct is heeded--he ducks behind Valeska's seemingly unperturbed form, shields himself with her armor, and keeps his pretty, little head down. Only the huntress's grin and Kirana's, er, descent end up mustering his manners so that he can sheepishly stand to Val's side and peer towards the source of the fire. "Is that something we're doing now?" He whispers. "Announcing ourselves like we're at a Tatooine wedding?"

--Kirana--

"OH. Pit," Kirana spins around on the duracrete flooring of the hangar, glaring at the PIT droid that waddles in behind her. "Go get my datapad." The PIT droid chitters something staccato and binary before trotting back inside the darkened shuttle. Letting out a small 'rrrr', the young Morellian raises a hand to those gathered. Rather than her usual armor, she's dressed very light presently, wearing only a camisole and a tight pair of running shorts, with some footwraps to serve as shoes. Her hair is worn down - likely the first time anyone here has seen it that way - though it's only shoulder length and very mildly curly.

"No, not that, just... RRRGH!" Seemingly talking about it is aggigating. "They need to nerf Starglow. It's such bantha spew that she can do so much damage. I have NO idea how to counter her." Whatever she's talking about, she's apparently hyper competitive with it.

A curious look is given to Colo as he stands up from behind Valeska and she takes a moment to look around for a source of danger. "Anyway, sorry I'm late," she relents, dropping her inquisitive look at Colo. "Tournament ran long. I'll uh, need to run to the electronics store after." As she approaches the bunch, her mother's PIT comes back out from within the shuttle, offering the young Morellian her datapad.

--Hahtavi--

A familiar Gambit Predator lands outside and eases carefully into the hangar on it's repulsors. It rotates into parking along one side and settles to the duracrete before systems start to shut down. The engines start tinking with cool down.

A few moments later the small ramp in the back of the Guildship lowers and Hahtavi arrives. The ramp is closed up behind him and he walks towards the others, removing his helmet but carrying a rucksack over one shoulder.

"Jate ge'catra, ner vode." Good evening to his brothers and sisters. Haht has a touch of suntan to his face and a fairly contented smile as he sees Valeska prepping food, Colo here, his Al'verde laying out the drinking skulls and ... then he stops and gives Kirana an odd look. A faint upnod.

The rucksack is put down and opened up. Hatavi pulls out two bottles to add to the table's growing assortment. "Good timing for a gathering."

--Valeska--

"Colo, I don't think you've had the pleasure." Valeska gestures over towards Kirana with a flourish of a gloved hand. "Kirana Ryder, daughter of Sumi. Formerly an Alor of the Clan Ryder and now.... well. I would assume a Kora or well on her way to that." That last part is more directed to Kirana; welcoming any correction that may come her way. "Kirana, this is Colo Nell. He... ah..." She doesn't so much hesitate as she does bide time as not everyone she had expected to arrive is here yet.

Ah, but there is Hahtavi and Hadrix, at least. That's certainly enough people to let this cat out of the bag. "Vod! Ori'vod!" She grins, making her way over to the two -- catching them at the table. A hug here. A hug there. Ah, but there's Mir and everyone knows that grandfather gets the biggest hugs. Even if it puts her in toddler-range. To Mir, Val gives a kiss on his cheek and Kar, as well, gets one atop his head. "Come. We have plenty of food and plenty to celebrate. I see Hadrix brought the fine dinnerware."

Mir may be a strong old man but that doesn't stop Valeska from leading him and Kar to the chairs. "I wanted to let you all know that Colo and I--" Hrm. How does one say it? Literally. How is it worded. "We got married after the Bloodfields. On Concord Dawn. The proper Mandalorian way, yeah?"

--Colo--

As might be expected of one who mostly steers clear of entertainment that doesn't earn him credits or shut his brain off, Colo has no clue what half of Kirana's words mean. Fortunately, she's at least modestly familiar, and so he adopts a feigned look of relief when she 'explains' what the source of the slugshots was. "Oh. Ah. No worries." Yes, no worries, save for the Corellian who's still not quite inured to battles, blaster bolts, and bonewear.

He might have to comment on that latter part later. For now, he finds himself betwixt Valeska and a greeting. Though afeared of blasters, Colo's no stranger to making himself known to another once introduced. He rights his stance, adopts a friendly, cocksure smile, and aims his well-dress self towards Kirana to offer a hand in greeting. "He's, ah, a hanger-on of this fine clan of bone-breakers. Pleasure. I think I saw you leaping into the fray some time ago. Impressive stickwork, as I recall," He compliments.

However the greeting goes, he's quick to acknowledge the presence of the others--Hadrix, Hahtavi, and various hangers-on get a smile and a nod from him as well, but it's Valeska's brash, unadorned announcement that most makes his ears perk and his cheeks flush with color. Curse her, he tries to look straight towards her and nowhere else to avoid what he assumes will be an inevitable storm.

--Hadrix--

Mir takes his seat with Kar settling onto his lap, the little one laughing and tugging at one of the scarves that the older Mandalorian has wrapped about his head. The greeting to the elder is reciprocated but true to his ways the one who calls himself a Memory of Mandalore watches, listens. Records for the tales if any need to be added to. Appended.

The mention of the vow made raises Hadrix's head, eyes going to Val, then Colo and shifting between the pair before he slips the short distance across to Nell, nostrils flaring like he was scenting something and his gaze running down and up the man like a bio-scanner. As if he could see every flaw or credit, to the man's nature and being.

Cigarras are drawn from his webbing humidor and cut with the blade of his vambrace blade before he reaches to jam one into the corner of Colo's mouth and one in his own.

"Will need to toughen you some more." and then the pilot light of the flamer on the same vambrace is there to light up the Corellian's smoke.

--Kirana--

Nodding her thanks to the droid, Kira tosses her datapad on a nearby fuel cart - it serves well enough for a table and she doesn't need it just this moment anyway. "Go put yourself on your charging stand," she tells the PIT. In a pitch of disdain, the PIT waddles away uselessly protesting in binary tones.

Putting one hand to her hip and letting the other hang freely at her side, the young Morellian gives full attention now to those gathered. A black brow is quirked when Colo is introduced and she nods a shared recognition, taking the hand that's offered into one of her own for a brief introduction. "I remember! You got blasted fiddling with the security systems. How's that healing?" Her eyes narrow slightly as she vets the Corellian for and obvious wound or limp.

"Well then," she voices with an expression of mild surprise and an upbeat smile, "that certainly justifies the gathering!" She picks her posture up, no longer leaning to one side, and dips her head deeply to the newly weds. "Congratulations to you two," she adds as her smile grows warmer. A curious look is given to Hahtavi's drink-pouring and Kirana makes her way closer to have a mug for herself, gripping it in one hand and sipping from it gingerly.

--Hahtavi--

The bottles set out and most of the clan already gathered ... though with a couple of notable absenses, Hahtavi opens up the bottle of the Mandallian Narcolethe. A rare and expensive vintage not often seen nor tasted. He begins pouring some into one of Hadrix's bone skulls and offers it first to Valeska, then another to Colo before he pours himself and anyone else who wants some.

"Ori jate. Kandosii, Valeska. Then we have something to celebrate, don't we? Pirur laam!" Haht lifts his skull cup to the happy couple and then looks to the others if they care to fill glasses - he will wait for them if so - to share his toast to Valeska and Colo.

"Brokar gar jahaal bal briikase! To your health and happiness as riduur." Once everyone has a drink who wants one, Hahtavi lifts the skull in his own gloved hand and drinks to the newly wed couple.

Is that a pleased smirk at what Hadrix says to Colo? Why yes it is, silent amusement in his grey eyes.

--Valeska--

Valeska is more than willing to leave Colo on his lonesome to face whatever may come from what is essentially his new family while she is playing aunt and granddaughter both. "What do you two want to eat? I'll get it for you. Grandpa first, yeah? Always the elders first." She ruffles Kar's head and gives Mir another one-armed hug around his shoulders then goes to get some food for the pair while Colo is facing down the clan.

She's listening, watching, paying it full heed. But this is a moment she has opted to allow Colo to navigate a little. Instead, she takes the offered drink from Hahtavi and grins in appreciation. "Thank you, vod. We have a great deal to celebrate today, yeah? To oaths! To blood! To kin! To the Mand'alor!" A biiig sip from her cup then it's back to fetching the young and old their meals.

"I hear Sumi is away on a personal mission, but I'll be sure to wrap some of this up in the conservator for her. And plenty of the booze, yeah? Bet she'll like that."

--Colo--

At least one thing goes right. Colo's given a friendly welcome by Kirana, even if it is accompanied by a handshake and what he assumes is a jibe of sorts. The skeptical flash of his eyes carries a darker, green hue alongside and yet he does answer in earnest. "As you can see, I am a new man. Factory original parts, too, though now I've got this amazing new scar that Valeska can't keep her h--fm!"

Long-suffering Colo suffers another affront to his existence. He packs his own cigarras at all times--the jacket never lacking a packet of his preferred brand--and yet soon finds his lips plugged with alien wrapper and leave before he can assure Hadrix that he's fine, thanks. His look of defeated angst looks upon Hadrix's 'good' eye for just a moment before he drops the facade and allows himself some small measure of fun, even if it does come in the guise of liquor in a Trandoshan skull. His hands clutch the cigarra and pull it away but briefly so he can take a much-needed drink. He pauses just before it hits his lips and, to Hahtavi, Kirana, and to the others gathered, he toasts in his own, long-lost tongue: "Chakta sai kae."

From there, the Corellian interloper drinks and drinks heartily. The liquor's gone in a moment, skull as empty as when its owner lost it. He looks to Valeska for some form of solace and finds her, instead, tending the young. How can he help but smile at that?

--Fae--

Fae Renta doesn't arrive by ship nor from the Clan Kora apartment within the hangar. Rather, she enters in through the -main doors-. Like a god damn -street urchin-. No, that's not true. She's wearing a very pretty dress and a very fancy synthetic fur shawl that's got all the softness and iconography of the real thing, but absolutely none of the sleep-losing guilt. She also has a very big pair of sunglasses on. White and black to match her high heels. Fae Renta is carrying two different things: a bottle of Alderaanian wine and a gun.

No, I'm serious. She's got a 9mm slugthrower in her free hand and is waving it haphazardly about as she walks and talks on a holocom.

"And that's when he tried to -rob- me of the thing, as if he couldn't be getting the same enjoyment out of drinking fermented gungan piss. I'm sorry, but a Twi'lek just doesn't have the palate to appreciate the fin--"

Fae Renta pauses.

"Call you back."

She quickly moves over to Kirana Ryder and pecks her once on each cheek. Mwah mwah.

"Kirana. Lovely to see you," she says, and then regards the others that have gathered. Valeska. Hadrix. Mir. Someone on Mir's lap. That gets a look. Colo. Hahtavi. Wait, Colo?

"Aahhhh, Colo Nell! What a pleasure," she says, and then purses her lips to look towards Valeska when he speaks in MANDALORIAN.

"I see you've been training his tongue."

--Hadrix--

"No Narcolethe for me. I don't need any of my bionics cleaned." of which there are a great many, "Ne'tra Gal is fine for me." when offered drink for the toast. The cigarra the man packs having that very particular 'punch' to them. Zeltron. Impregnated with pheromones meant to make on calm.

Prescription cigarra for The Boar-Wolf of Ealor?

"Fafafa!" Kar'Tracyn's greeting to the hapan and Mir's head lowers in a small bob to Fae, attention slowly returning to Colo, letting himself be brought food without complaint or protest. His gaze taking in Hadrix as well who is slowly puffing his gar and studying the Corellian still.

"Need to learn how to wear armor." jaw shifting, the smoke in his lips rolling from one side to the other like some contact juggling trick and the ember burning merrily all the while. "You know how to shoot pistols, 'lek?"

--Hahtavi--

Hahtavi drinks up a fair bit of his own mug but not all of it. It's potent stuff. He'll nurse the rest along slowly enough. To Hadrix he says, "I prefer the ne'tra gal as well, but it's an occasion." He brought both so there's plenty to go around.

Kirana has a warm, quiet smile from Haht and then there's, "Fae-Fae, just in time. Come share a drink with us and congratulate Valeska and Colo on becoming riduur." And then Valeska begins serving up the grilled meat, vegetable kabobs and other goodies by offering to Mir and Kar the first servings.

Colo's reaction makes this Kora chuckle. Haht takes a few steps back from the table to make way for the others. Once Mir is served a choice platter, the older Mandalorian is given a respectful nod and with a smile, "Kar." The pilot-commando sips his drink and hangs back a little as the others mingle and settle in. His gaze slips slowly from one to another, listening to the intermingling of their pleasant voices.

Once Valeska has moved to serve others, Hahtavi quietly says as an aside to Mir, "I got married today myself, on Concord Dawn."

--Valeska--

A singular plate is set in front of Mir with a large portion of meats and vegetables for him and a much smaller one for Kar. For Kar, the meat has already been cut up into smaller pieces. For Mir, one of the larger skull cups she could find to fill with some lovely grog. "Oh, Fae! You're just in time! Colo and I got hitched. Come have some of this expensive wine he brought!" Valeska knows how to speak to Lady Fae complete with pointing exactly where the fine wine is. And it is, indeed, fine.

With Mir and Kar settled, Valeska finally moves over to stand next to Colo, but perhaps not as his savior. Not yet. "Ori'vod," she addresses Hadrix, her arm curling around Colo's waist in a supportive gesture. "Couldn't agree more, yeah? You've seen it in him. The fire. You fought with him against the Houk when I was down. And again on Maridun against the scavengers and the Phalones. He's seen the sands of Mandalore. Fought for the Bloodfields along with us -- bravely so even without the armor or the creed. He is slowly -- slowly learning our tongue, too. I believe he is Mando'ade."

She glances to Colo, pausing a moment to feel out his emotions. His cup is empty so that's a good sign right? Back to Hadrix, she straightens herself a bit. "I wish to sponsor him to become a Mandalorian and a Kora. Put him to the trials. Test his mettle and you will find him worthy."

--Kirana--

Her attention engrosed on the mug of Mandallian Narcolethe, the click-clacks of heels on duracrete draw Kira's gaze up to the hangar's entrance, only for her expression to visibly say 'oh, makese sense' when she sees Fae coming in, gabbing away with one hand and waving a pistol around with the other. A smirk forms on the Morellian's lips and she offers a quick hug with her free arm as she receives the Hapan greeting. "Fae," she says with a pleasant smile. "Busy as always." A small wink follows and she lets the Hapan run off to say hello to the rest. Narcolethe was on her breath but she didn't seem to have much trouble getting it down. Despite that, she certainly goes easy on it from here on out.

Grabbing for her datapad to check a score update on the aforementioned tournament, a small grimace plays across her features as she tosses it back down onto the fuel pump, leaving the screen on for easier checking later. The Shili Akulslayers were demolishing the Mirial Shadowclaws. One of the Shadowclaws had apparently left the match early, leaving their team at a significant disadvantage, judging by the red X at the end of the roster set below the main score.

"Hahtavi," she says with a smile as she approaches the man. "Ni haa'taylir gar! How has little Iriin been? Is she around tonight?"

--Colo--

The cigarra's not...bad. It's just not what Colo's used to. He takes a few, experimenting puffs of it, savors the plumes, the scent, then the flavor. His lips audibly smack a moment as if he's trying to capture and eat the mini-clouds that emanate from his lips as if from a burning censer. Then he takes another drag just to be sure. It buys him plenty of excuse to pause as Fae accosts his abilities so he can cook up a retort with all the cool of a vine plant. "I've never heard a complaint before, Fae." He smiles brightly and narrowly resists the urge to nod at his own brilliance.

Instead, he blushes just a shade darker at some of the lovely attention being cast upon his nuptials. The delivery of food gives another moment's distraction and so he ignores Hadrix's pestering for a brief spell in favor of snacking on some of the grilled flesh presented. "Here we are..." He gently coos towards the niblets and hoists one sample up, even manages to gulp it down before Valeska surprises him with something warmer than any wine. This time, he doesn't blush and the cigarra, too, is held to one side to avoid fumigating the woman working into him. The color in his cheeks fades, in fact, as the heap of accolades is reminded right to his ears. No saving needed, but he soaks it all in, soaks her in. His fingers are still sticky from the food, but the armor's no worse for the wear after he flexes his digits around the opposite waist of the huntress and clings to her, mutually-supportive. The other shoe drops a beat later, but he catches himself before wincing and instead stands taller, straighter, and looks to Hadrix for reaction.

--Hahtavi--

Kirana greets him and must not have heard what Hahtavi had just said to Mir. He gives her his attention, mug in hand. "Ni haa'taylir gar balyc, Kirana. She is well. I took her to Concord Dawn today to get her armor refitted. She was out growing it and started to show gaps between the plates. She's on Tatooine this evening. You are settling in well?"

Oh, oh! Then he's hearing Valeska's news to sponsor Colo! Hahtavi arches a brow and looks from Valeska and Colo to Hadrix, then grins, "Oh, this should be fun." Poor Colo doesn't know what he's getting into! Hahaha.

Back to Kirana, Haht adds quietly, "Got to go see a man about a ship tonight, then I'm headed back to Tatooine myself. Did Sumi or Hadrix set you up with something to fly? You assisted against the pirates at the Spice Terminus, didn't you?"

--Terek--

Terek is late, that's not that surprising. He's not usually the 'party' type. But he's still part of the clan, which means he can't just lurk on the edges forever. He hasn't met all of the newer clan members outside of either a battlefield or operating room anyway.

His helmet is off, still left aboard his ship, though the rest of his armor is still present. He wanders down the ramp of the Stellar Vulptex, and takes a moment to look and see who all is around. The orange striped R2 unit rolls down the ramp after him, rolling past him and out towards the party proper, "Yeesh. Impatient as ever. Sorry I'm late, got caught up in a cargo inspection while offloading."

--Fae--

"Did you now?" Fae says to Valeska at the news. She looks at her own expensive wine that she'd brought and... set it down beside the other. A gift! Just like she'd planned! She's still got that gun in her hand and peers curiously about the place towards the others that have gathered. The little one in Mir's lap is given a big beaming smile and a wiggle of fingers that aren't currently grasping the grip of a pistol with, anyway. "Well congratulations. To both of you! And that is excellent news for both you and Valeska," Fae says with two nods. Hahtavi is given a curious look and a small smile.

"And congratulations to you as well! Everyone is getting married. And here I am, forever Miss Renta. I suppose I should drink to that," Fae says, and empties some of that FANCY WINE into a glass with about two and a half extra glugs that would be appropriate at an Alderaanian event.

Real 'two shots of vodka' energy to that pour.

--Hadrix--

"Chongratluations." Mir offers with a nod of his head, setting his own drink down after the toast, "H'anyone I know?" head lifting some when a bit of fried tuber is lifted by Kar for him, deftly dodging it striking his face before taking the morsel and chewing slowly, silencing when Hahtavi speaks again to the others.

The dodge seems expected by Hadrix whose brow is up and his nostrils are flaring again like an akk-dog scenting something. Was he, quite literally, going to snap and sink his teeth into the face of the man. The mention of the vow taken bringing a whole new aspect of the big man out and he reaches to take one of Colo's hands, intent on lifting it up and slapping a blocky, sturdy made pistol into it.

"You'll need to get better with these. This one needs proper sighting, but until then - if it hits it's a rail driver. Congratulations."

That very last word is said politely, at least as far as his growling rasp allows. But there's that distinct undertone of 'hurt her and I'm coming' that was there for part of that impromptu breakfast held on Colo's ship many many moons ago.

--Kirana--

Kira's brow quirks at the update on Iriin. "New armor's going to be exciting, especially at that age. Was just on Tatooine recently myself. Met a Twi'lek who .." her brows furrow as she suddenly realizes the circumstance, "well.. advised me on how to deal with another Twi'lek. Awful lot of them in Mos Espa the other day now that I think about it." Her slender shoulders shrug gently. She stands in the hangar unarmored and unarmed, just some running shorts and a camisole to keep her modest. Nodding to the man's question, she gestures at the nearby 'Morning Bird', mug in hand. "Brought that with me from Mirial. Well, eventually. I don't use it much." Her eyes shift to the BHG Predator Hahtavi flew in on, recognizing it from before. "But I can certainly come with later to pick up the little one."

As Terek comes in, protesting customs agents a flash of recognition plays across Kirana's eyes and she dips her head at the Cathar in silent greeting while she walks closer to him with just the footwraps to protect her feet. She'd apparently been VERY comfortable in that Star Commuter before the gathering started. "We've fought a few times but I don't think I've caught your name." A small wave then. "Kirana Ryder, but Kira's fine for friends."

--Valeska--

Valeska glances to the gun that has been placed in Colo's hands, blinking about as confused as he might be. Nothing mentioned in regards to the sponsoring has her more than a little uneasy, brows furrowing a little as she ponders what to do. Does she repeat it? Or take this as a sign? Maybe she was supposed to wait for Sumi. Aw, crap. That might have been it. "Uh... thank you, Had. We appreciate it, don't we, Colo?" A elbow nudges Colo's arm. A not-so-subtle reminder that he should probably play nice right now.

Still, she gives him a bit of a helpless look, unsure if she did things right herself. "I mean... he didn't say no, yeah? But not quite how I remember it going. Then again, my memory isn't the greatest. We'll sort it out, yeah? Why not enjoy the gathering all the same? Oh, hey! There's Terek, too!" Valeska lifts a hand and waves over to the feline man with a grin. "Great to see you outside of battle, Terek! There's plenty of meat on the grill!"

--Colo--

"Thank you, Fae. Should I add you to the gift registry, then?" He quips, his tongue finding strength again with the bolstering from many angles. He lifts his cigarra back to his lips and seems on the verge of making another point with his fingers before the ill-fitting chunk of pistol is pressed into his mitts. Colo gives it the same look one would give if just handed an unjarred cylinder of jelly and he holds it as one might the same, albeit safely, with the barrel pointed groundward.

"The second of many gifts, no doubt," He observes, and promptly shushes, though not for long. His eyes are skeptically aimed at Hadrix. "And I'm to do that now, then? I don't even carry a holster, Haddy, and the cost of tailoring this jacket to carry this brick is..." Colo trails off, thinking better of looking a gift blaster down the barrel for a few moments, mostly thanks to the nudge from Valeska. "We appreciate it in droves and piles!" He fakes, even laughs without too much awkwardness behind the mirth.

Valeska gains his attention and the Corellian does his level best to find somewhere safe to park the blaster. Behind the beltline of his carefully-trimmed trousers seems ideal at first, but ends up being too tight. So, into the delicate lining of his jacket it goes, where it imprints and forms a bulge that looks exactly like what it is. "No, no he did not. Remind me to buy a holster later, please, dear."

--Hahtavi--

Fae is given a nod back, "Vor'e." Haht chuckles at her 'forever Miss Renta' bit. Last time he got to try any moves on /her/ she slapped him in the face. But then, it was an intentional distraction at a part that blew up very nicely.

A faint negative movement of his head to Mir, "Nayc. Kaysh gai ab Pilha. Ni will bring kaysh brokar urcir te alit." It is spoken all in Mando'a for Mir's benefit but he said her name is Pilha and he'd bring her to meet the clan.

Back to Kirana, Haht chuckles, "Not new armor. Her old armor's been adjusted. A few plates swapped out, some altered at the forge. It's still Skyripper. I probably won't upgrade her to better armor until after her verd'goten." He quirks a brow at the news of Twi'leks as he sips his drink. Haht looks to the ship Kirana indicates. "Jate." An almost chuckle, "Don't let Iriin hear you calling her 'the little one'. She might cut you." Iriin's a handful!

An upnod for Terek's arrival, "Vod."

--Hadrix--

More consideration washes Hadrix's face clear of expression, but the glowing red bionic continues to bore into Colo's with an intensity impossible for the organic gray eye. Had he taken in Val's announcement? Had he dismissed it? The big man looms in his midnight purple armor shot through with silver-blue and running over with the shimmers of iridescence when the light strikes it. Addressing the comment at last, once Colo has spoken on the matter.

"You don't need our permission to test his mettle, Val'ika. If he's willing to be sponsored it's his choice. If you're the one to do it, that is yours."

The big man keeps his watch on Colo, head canting to one side, then the other before Hahtavi's announcement turns his head, "I've run into that one, Pilha. The farmer."

Mir nods to that as well, tucking into his meal casually and sharing a morsel with the boy while he takes it all in.

--Valeska--

The more Colo talks, the more tense Valeska's posture is getting. Her brows knitting tighter, her jaw setting in harder. She's learned discipline and restraint, but that doesn't stop her from getting angry. All it does is help her control it. And, surprisingly, she does. Those who know her best will know that look in her eyes. That intensity of a fire raging but behind a wall. She doesn't look to Colo. Instead, she steps up to Hadrix and offers a hand to his shoulder. "Thank you, Hadrix. Seriously. I know how much it means for you to offer a weapon to someone and that means the world to me."

She does now glance to Colo as Hadrix clarifies that it is he that needs to personally make that statement himself. And in the anger that is there is now uncertainty. Whether he will do it. Whether he even wants to. But bless the girl, she does a surprisingly good job keeping that to herself as she forces a smile and looks over to the other group. "Did I hear someone else got hitched? That's crazy and awesome! Congratulations, Tavi!"

--Sumi--

The doors to the hangar part slightly to allow a short, armored form through. Everyone present might recognize the armor, with feline ears upon the helmet, to be none other than Sumi Kora. When she makes it inside, it's to turn back toward the door and ensure they shut behind her. She places a hand over the authenticator and there is a loud buzzing noise heralding the heavy lock that sinks into its respective slot to keep the doors shut until the next Kora made it in. Turning around, the Mandalorian's shoulders lift up, then settle down, indicative of a 'FINALLY' sigh, as if where ever she's been up till this point has kept her against her will (is that possible?)

--Terek--

"Terek Rosol." The cathar replies to Kirana, as he moves up towards the group, taking note of the meat on the gril from Val, "It's good to have a minute to not be on the battle field. Even though that's where we're often most at home."

He grabs a plate and spears a few pieces of meat onto it. It's not that cathar are obligate carnivores, but those fangs aren't just for show. He gives Hahtavi a nod in response to the greeting, "Bic is jate brokar ret', vod." And then a big grin, "Congratulations."

--Colo--

The double-staredown isn't exactly where Colo figured he'd be tonight. His cigarra is half-burnt, the heady liquor has loosened his tongue, and he's got a lump of deadly metal in his jacket now that he's unsure what to do with. Things -should- be fine. Instead, the looming presence and the exuded anger that he can read well from Valeska end up jostling him. The recovery is swift on the part of the Corellian.

Or as swift as it can be. He pulls the cigarra from his lips and holds it to one side, where the smoke won't inhibit his lips being read or his speech as he looks to either Hadrix and Valeska and adopts a studied seriousness in his address to the former. "It is as Valeska said. I..." He pauses a moment, gulps softly. The words in his mind are lighter than the ones he speaks: "I wish to test myself and be found worthy amongst the Kora. With your blessing as much as Valeska's. I am prepared to start...to start my way into your ranks." Whatever else is going on, he pays it no heed for the moment, save for a minute peek towards the huntress at his side to see if he's made good.

--Kirana--

"Oh trust me, it's new to her," Kira responds to Hahtavi with a small laugh. "You'll be hearing about it for weeks. And if the little one wants an impromptu training session, she's certainly welcome to try stabbing me! Could be good for her." Kira had learned that lesson herself many years ago with Sana. And it's not unlikely Sana eventually has to teach Iriin the same lesson as well.

"Pilha?" The young Morellian's eyes narrow a bit as the name rings a bell and she recalls the source after a moment's though. Pointing a finger as though to say 'that's right', she elaborates: "did a job for her outside Mos Eisley not too long ago. Jedi was there, too. Laserbrains tried to poach from us, but we scared 'em away." Kirana has another sip from her mug, lowering her head to Hahtavi by way of goodbye so he can chat with others. "Anyway let me know when you're heading back to the Outer Rim. I'll come with."

The score still on her mind, Kira crosses back to the fuel pump where she'd left her datapad. She grabs it to check the score. The Shili Akulslayers were obliterating the Mirial Shadowclaws, winning two full series of matches 2-0. The Shadowclaws were nearly out of the tournament and their missing teammate seemingly never returned to the match.

The blast doors call her attention to the arrival of the other Morellian and Kirana grabs her nearly-empty mug, making her way toward Sumi as a leisurely pace.

--Hahtavi--

There is amusement in his look to Hadrix, "Pilha is ... many things but she's not a farmer. She does other things for a living but there is an old woman who's a moisture farmer whom she also looks out for - on Tat." Hahtavi inclines his head to Valeska, "Vor'e." A chuckle for what Terek says as well.

His gaze however has gone to watching Valeska and her anger. Then Colo before Hadrix.

A soft laugh to Kirana, "Elek! You should test Iriin's hand to hand. The more teachers the better to keep her young ego, and her tongue, in check. Ever since she helped kill that giant eel on Ealor..." Hahtavi chuckles, then he's listening to her recount something that happened on Tatooine with Pilha. "Elek, I'll be glad to have you."

Ah, and there is Sumi.

--Valeska--

Valeska's anger is not something that fizzles out quickly. Especially not when it's been held inside and banging against the prison bars it is locked behind. Drinks heavily from the cup of good, Mandalorian booze that she was given and deep breaths do seem to help. There's not much else for her to say right now which she is grateful for. Instead, she is taking a page out of Mir's book and just listening. Observing.

Colo makes his case to the leaders of the Clan and she's not quite sure what to do. Wait it out, she supposes. See what happens. What the next step is or if there even is one. Still painfully new even after well over a year and so many scars.

--Fae--

Fae Renta has found a comfortable seat near towards the little one in Mir's lap. She's put that gun back into the thigh holster and crosses her left leg over her right and gives a lazy swirl of that wine in its glass before leaning over to sniff it. Even with the Nar Shaddaa smell in the air, she can scent this particular vintage. A pleased smile, and then a slow sip. When Sumi makes her way into the hangar, Fae spies those cat ears and smiles warmly. A wiggle of those fingers in the woman's direction, but the Hapan seems content to sit amongst the conversation swirling around her like the wine swirling in her glass.

She finally sips it and lets out a long, contented 'mmmmh'.

"Rekk me, this is good."

--Hadrix--

Colo affirming for himself shifts the way Hadrix looks at him. Reaching out with an absent minded air to push Valeska gently to one side. Nodding to her slightly. His approach takes him to what one might say is uncomfortably within one's personal space bubble. Close enough when he leans in that its hard to tell if he's inspecting the Corellian or getting ready to neck him.

Reaching to his own combat webbing, slipping a sleeker looking slug pistol from a clamshell to drop into a spare thigh holster. Unstrapping the affair and going so far as to invade personal space further to run the straps beneath Colo's jacket and fasten them so that the holster hangs just below the armpit of the hand that seemed, by the gambler's actions, the less dominant.

"Low. So that your arm doesn't get in your own way." adjusting the hang before reaching to take the Mandalorian pistol and tuck it into the oiled leather. "Knife hand when you reach, so you don't trip up on your own fingers."

Leaning fractionally back and then making to pat Colo's cheek. "Maybe we can make a warrior of him."

--Hahtavi--

Hahtavi has finished his drink. He goes back to the table of food an the grill to make himself up a plate of meat, vegetables and pours himself some of the net'tra gal now that Kirana's wandered off back to her ship. The datapad set into the inside of Haht's forarm lights up with an incoming message since his helmet is off and not powered up. He pauses to glance at it then powers the datapad off again.

"Well, I'll need this to go. Gotta go see a droid about a ship purchase." Easy enough to slide his portion into a to-go box but he can't be taking Hadrix's skull cup. So Haht drinks off his bit of black beer. "I'll leave the bottles. Drink your fill and if there's anything left, I'll collect it later or someone can move it into the apartment."

The thing going on with Valeska, Colo, and Hadrix? Hahtavi lets them sort it but he's aware.

And upnod, "Sumi." Skull cup emptied and set down, this Kora turns to head back to Death Toll. "Koyachi! Congrats, Valeska - Colo." A hand is briefly laid on Fae's shoulder and she's given a smile ere he goes to board his ship and head back out. Going to be a busy night for Hahtavi.

--Sumi--

Wandering in at the key moment of a conversation would typically get lost on Sumi, but chance has it that her helmet is on, and the modification that enhances her drek hearing (thanks tinnitus) picks up on the petition for consideration into Kora. Her heavy bootfalls herald her approach, the jingle-jangle noise of spent brass bouncing around in a pouch on her belt.

Lady Fae's quiet greeting is reciprocated with a raised hand and waggling fingers that wave back in unison (like a politician's wave, which is funny to imagine Sumi doing).

<"What is this I hear? You wish to be a Mandalorian.."> Sumi has a unique way of speaking, her helmet making her sound dull and unconvinced. Her mirrored visor settles on Colo, rewarding him with his handsome reflection.

--Colo--

Colo merely braces. What else is he to do? He's said his piece, Valeska's waiting in the wings, and there's rather little he can do to sway the situation from where he stands. So his stance holds, even when Hadrix makes what he begins to suspect is one final, romantic overture in a desperate bid for him. Colo's only so vain, however. The holster comes out and he actually breathes a gentle sigh of relief. "Oh, good, I thought we were about t--low, right," He agrees, nods simply, and shuts his gob.

The Corellian hoists his arms to either side, provides as much room and access to himself as is proper without shedding his fashionable duds. The weight's not even all that bad, judging by the expression he shoots down at it. Far worse is the go-get-'em-sport pat on the cheek that generates a lowering of his dark brows and a skeptical peer. "Maybe," He concurs.

Vanity rears its head again, however, and proves 1-1 this evening when Sumi makes her way up. Being surrounded by so many's never bothered Colo, but surrounded by so many -Mandalorians- is different entire. He tries his best not to blanch, and looking in upon his handsome face works a charm at that. One might think he's about to whip out a razor and begin shaving at barely-there stubble, so intent is his gaze upon Sumi's reflective surface. His tongue wags all the same. "That's what you hear. And is true. I've, ah...made a commitment. I want this. I want to..." He trails, hems a moment, but doesn't haw. His jaw tightens as he completes the thought: "I'd like to be one of you."

--Kirana--

Offering Hahtavi a small nod, Kira offers a quick wave. "Catch up with you when you're headed out, then. I'll have to take a look at this armor upgrade, make sure they did it right." Still an amateur armorsmith herself, the safety of Iriin was becoming more and more important to her and she wanted the reassurance that things would be fine. But not too fine. It's no fun to be completely safe. Kirana is like her mother in many ways, but at present you couldn't tell the two were similar given that one is fully armored and the other looks like she could use that outfit as impromptu jammies. As she comes closer to Sumi, she stands back a small distance and finishes her mug of Hahtavi's liquor while the elder Morellian appraises Colo. Her head turns toward Valeska, offering the other a playful wink while Sumi audits the potential newbie. Coming from Ryder, she'd been around this situation several times - even been in Sumi's position, for a time - but being a newcomer to clan Kora it was more than a little interesting to watch how Sumi addresses this situation.

After a long while of eating, drinking, gabbing and many, many glances at the score on her datapad, Kirana will eventually say her goodbyes to everyone one-by-one and make her way back into the Morning Bird. She had some damage to repair and it was super annoying to go to bed with repair work still pending.

--Kirana--

Offering Hahtavi a small nod, Kira offers a quick wave. "Catch up with you when you're headed out, then. I'll have to take a look at this armor upgrade, make sure they did it right." Still an amateur armorsmith herself, the safety of Iriin was becoming more and more important to her and she wanted the reassurance that things would be fine. But not too fine. It's no fun to be completely safe.

Kirana is like her mother in many ways, but at present you couldn't tell the two were similar given that one is fully armored and the other looks like she could use that outfit as impromptu jammies. As she comes closer to Sumi, she stands back a small distance and finishes her mug of Hahtavi's liquor while the elder Morellian appraises Colo. Her head turns toward Valeska, offering the other a playful wink while Sumi audits the potential newbie. Coming from Ryder, she'd been around this situation several times - even been in Sumi's position, for a time - but being a newcomer to clan Kora it was more than a little interesting to watch how Sumi addresses this situation.

After a long while of eating, drinking, gabbing and many, many glances at the score on her datapad, Kirana will eventually say her goodbyes to everyone one-by-one and make her way back into the Morning Bird. She had some damage to repair and it was super annoying to go to bed with repair work still pending.

--Terek--

Terek's ears twitch a bit as he turns his head to listen in on what Sumi and Colo are talking about. He takes another bite of the meat on his fork. He doesn't need to chime in, but Colo would catch Terek giving a thumbs up behind Sumi. Clearly the cathar supports the idea.

That is if he can look away from his own reflection in Sumi's visor.

--Valeska--

Is she still angry? Maybe. The fire burns bright and brash in Valeska. But there is more to that anger than simply being peeved and more to this situation than knowing what to do right or trying to avoid doing something wrong. So when Hadrix nudges her aside, she steps aside. Observes and listens. How /does/ Mir do it? Must be a talent that comes with age. If that's the case, Valeska has a long way to go.

But it isn't until Colo speaks for himself -- after her Al'verde and Alor -- that Valeska takes just one step foward. Enough to allow Colo to stand on his own but enough to put herself foward. "He is Mando'ade, Alor. He has mandokar." Short, sweet, to the point. Enough to put her hat in with Colo's but short enough to shut her gob and let the rest go where it may.

Though she cannot help but smile at the holster Hadrix gives him. The first tips and advise. And the approach of Sumi. When Kirana throws a wink her way, some of the fire in Valeska's eyes dies down. Tames into a simmer and her grin becomes more genuine still.

--Sumi--

<"You do not need our permission to begin this journey, Colo Nell. The commitment to becoming Mandalorian is not one you make to us; it is one you make to yourself. The tenets of our culture do not change, and once you honor those and live by those, by our estimation, there is no turning back. Only you can break that oath. Becoming Mando'ade (a child of Mandalore), and becoming Kora will be two separate things. To become one, you must first become the other. Learn the Resol'nare, and live by it, and joining Kora will come after."> Sumi says, her tone sober and serious.

--Hadrix--

There's a quirk of the big man's lips that makes the cigarra raise slightly - the damn thing hasn't left his mouth the entire time - at Colo's 'maybe' and turn of expression. Sumi's approach and address has him draw back, moving ever like the looming hunting beast sizing up its surroundings, the tension making something snap deep down. A quirk at the corner of his organic eye. A momentary flash of his teeth.

Turning then to Val and leaning to reach and rest a hand at the back of her neck, moving further to bump brows, "Congratulations, vod'ika." a gentle squeeze of his fingers before he pulls back again and rears up to his full height, looming like a storm cloud again, letting the others inspect or speak as they wish while he reaches to grab up a haunch of roasted meat.

--Colo--

The straightforward wisdom issuing from his own reflection is taken to heart. Colo doesn't need further infusions to understand more. He's been prepared to tackle just this for some time, even if not quite aware that Valeska and others have been molding him, bit by bit. If a Corellian who is rarely more than semi-serious can nod solemnly, he does so now with all the calm he can muster. To Sumi--or is it himself in her visor?--in particular he answers. "Of course. First one, then the other. I've...I've learned the Resol'nare, even if I have not followed all its tenets yet. I am following those I am capable of now." Here, he pauses and takes just a side-step to pull Valeska back into his orbit, yet his eyes don't waver, not even with the flicker of Hadrix's mountainous movement to one side. "I've found my clan. I've made my oath to Valeska, should we be blessed with children. The rest will come."

Another pause, then, and only now does the Corellian run out of tempering for his natural impishness. He smirks, ever the cocky bastard, and lobs a challenge. "Easier and faster if ya give me that training we talked about."

--Sumi--

<"Training means nothing as Mando'ade. The will.. the heart.. is everything. If you are to become a warrior it manifests there, first. A fight is not over until you say it is over. We fight until we die. There is no greater glory in life than fighting your greatest battle. If you want to learn to be a warrior, then fighting in war is the only way to learn. We, like iron, are best forged in the fire. This is the way."> Sumi says, nodding her head when she utters the last line. Her hands rise up to rest on her hips, the cape shuffles back revealing the litany of weapons holstered against her frame.

--Valeska--

The rest of the fire in Valeska's eyes flickers and dies out when Hadrix's forehead touches her. She breathes out one final sigh, releaasing what ire remained and when her lashes lift again, the brightness has returned fully to the green-speckled hazel. "Thank you, ori'vod. He's a good man and makes me happy." A very slight twitch her her eyes. "Most of the time." Because what is a relationship without a little butting of heads?

Still when she looks back towards Colo facing down Sumi on his lonesome and doing a fine job of it, her shoulders have relaxed and puts a hand on Hadrix's shoulder with a bit of pride. "Just have to get him the armor," she says. "Maybe Skyripper. Something stealthy, yeah?" To the rest, she nods once. She opens her mouth to say more. To boast his successes even before taking the creed, but then it snaps shut. No, Val. Shut up. Instead, she puts an arm around him and pulls the man in close, resting her head against his. Of course minding the gun now on a holster under his jacket.

"This is the way." She cannot help but repeat if quietly to herself.

--Colo--

Colo eyes still don't waver, though they're less attracted to his own reflection now than before. He shifts onto one foot out of pure habit, weighting and anchoring himself to withstand the lessons given over to him. He nods, eventually, and repeats back some of the words of his cat-eared reflection. "Then I shall fight. I'll follow your example where I can and not get in the way. In time..." He shrugs, then, though not in an expression of dismissal. His is the motion anyone makes when they have nothing left to add.

Rather than strain to cook up more, he rapidly tilts into the armored frame pressing in against him, familiar as his own jacket albeit before its newfound weight. As Val's arm slides, so does his, forming a half-embrace about the waist and joining their dark heads of hair together as he echoes: "This is the way."

--Hadrix--

"I have some trips we can take after we get him a skin to wear. Informative. Give a chance to get the feel of it, get your bearings with weapons... A start before you really start to learn that -you- are the weapon." Hadrix speaks around a cheek full of meat and a cigarra in the opposing corner of his mouth. Smoke running in curling trails from his nostrils while he speaks.

"I can teach after a fashion like I was taught..." Cigarra rolling in his mouth and throat bobbing to get the food down his neck to create an unintended dramatic pause in his speech, "I think I have just the thing... Though I think Ripper might be too light for him. But he's a sort that knows how to duck... that's a fundamental."

"I doubt you'd have the gumption for a heavy suit... even if it was environmentally sealed." addressing Colo fully now - all manner of plots and plans scrolling behind his eyes.

--Sumi--

Sumi nods her head, approval in the general aura of her demeanor. There was nothing more to say. There was no churching up what Mandalorians were about, either. Satisfied she made her point, Sumi tugs her helmet off, shaking her hair out. "I would love to stick around and eat something, but I'm not in the mood and need a hard-reset. Lady Fae? Let's disappear with some wine, please.." She hooks her helm under one arm while her other rises, its hand tucking back her dark hair as she walks off. Not much for social gatherings; that was Sumi Kora.

--Fae--

Fae Renta quietly empties the rest of her wine glass (which is a fairly significant gulp) down her throat and rises to her feet. She's dressed pretty. Some faux-fur shawl, a little black dress, and white and black high heels. "I have just the bottle," Fae says, and fishes out the bottle that she'd almost shot a man for. Seems apropos.

She takes a few steps towards Sumi and links arms with her as she walks out.

--Valeska--

Valeska gives Colo a proud little squeeze and maybe one more little half-glare his way. Just a little one. "Good night, Sumi. Fae. Thanks for coming out!" She then turns towards Hadrix and nods. "Cannot speak for Colo, but I think that sounds like a great idea. Though you think Skyripper is too light for him? Hm. Just wait until jetpack training, yeah?" She nudges Colo with a grin. "We'll keep you on the ground for now. But congratulations, Colo. You are.... yeah! You're on your way. I know you will do great. You have the best teachers in the galaxy right in this clan. Anything you need to know, we got them. Hunting, sneaking, spotting, field medicine, demolitions, climbing, tech... whatever your focus may turn out to be."

She releases her embrace on Colo, leaving him with Hadrix as she goes over to see if Mir needs help with Kar.

--Colo--

"So...Ah. Alright, then," Colo remarks, little else in the way to say. He smiles, in fact, at the sight of his reflection retreating, then vanishing altogether. As if a spell broken, he snaps to attention to the other Mandalorians present and regards them with more confidence than before. His chest puffs, his brows deliver a small waggle, and his grip about Valeska grows tigther. That long-lost cigarra he's been holding makes an appearance, too, only for him to frown that it seems to have gone out. Ah, well. He musters a farewell shortly after: "Good evening to you, Lady Kora. Lady Fae."

The only thing that concerns him after is Hadrix's planning with Valeska. Though he releases the latter, he keeps an eye planted and an ear out for the both of them. Just in case. "...jetpack training?" In case of that, in fact.

--Hadrix--

A nod, then gone the moment eyes are taken off of Hadrix. Leaving the others to their celebration. Kar and Mir to their dinner. Pheegus and Greeza to whatever it is they do.

But the big man moves like smoke and disappears in shadow. Likely to go plan the terrible ways he means to get Colo ready for real Mandalorian front-line work. Because it's fun.