Log:Clan Kora - Coming Home

Clan Kora - Coming Home

OOC Date: June 12, 2021
Location: Ealor Echoy'la Morut - The Lost Haven
Participants: Sumi Kora, Hahtavi, Evie Leven, Valeska Jaivon, Terek Rosol and Hadrix Kora Clan Kora Mandalorian

It's fairly late in the afternoon. The sun has long-reached its apex and has begun the arched decent towards the horizon. Valeska has a arrived fashionably early. That or Avery just dumped her off here before flying off to do his runs. It doesn't seem to be bothering her. Sans the armour, of course, Valeska has found a spot close to the water, bare feet half buried in the sand and shorts riding up her hips. Eh. Who's around to care but more Koras? Eventually.

There is a datapad next to her that she had been looking at but has since been abandoned so that she could stare out onto the lake's calm waters.

Fully armored by comparison, though his helmet is off and both his cat and his boy are with him. Hadrix is just behind the other pair, the year and a quarter old Kar holding tight to Sprite's tail and being pulled along laughing as he toddles on still chubby legs. Sprite's attention focusing on the woman sitting on the beach and leading the half-echani boy towards her, mrwowing and mowing the whole way.

Hadrix himself moves slow paced, hands folded behind his back - as if he's not even in armor, just casually meandering and waiting to see if Val spots him before the cat.

Her ears pick it up first. Amongst the gentle breeze rustling the leaves and the wild birds chirping and tweeting, there is a new series of sounds mixing in. Valeska's head turns slightly, turning her ears towards the sound then the rest of her head follows. It's hard to miss the small parade coming her way. A wide-mouthed cat, a toddler, a few droids, and a burly bear bringing up the rear.

Valeska raises a hand up in greet. "Vod, I see you." Every day, it comes to her a little more naturally than the day before. Words and phrases that felt awkward to her weeks before are taking their places into her lexicon. Her eyes then lower to Kar and wiggles her fingers. "Hey, there. Did your daddy mention I got a present?"

"Vika!" is Kar's response, letting go of Sprites tail and the group is on her now. The massive head of Sprite is bumping legs and trying to crawl into her lap with her club like tail flopping about. The boy just waddle-toddle-runs with the intent to flop up against her arm or side, calling out "Vika! Vika!" the whole time.

Hadrix with Clankah at his flank and Gripper hovering over one of his shoulders. "Val'ika, you're still alive." smiling, some - for the kids or her? Who knows with the rather conflicted man making to settle down on the sand nearby, slipping to a sitting posture with barely a creak or clatter of his armor.

Valeska is sitting on the sandy shore by the water with a large-mawed cat on her lap, a toddler leaning next to her, and Hadrix crouched nearby. It appears Valeska's been here a while and the parade has recently arrived: the little boy excitedly saying 'Vika!' again and again.

"Oh, you remember me, do you? You learn fast," Valeska comments to the boy, ruffling his hand playfully. She's not the motherly sort, really. More of a big sisterly vibe. Having a younger brother herself, it comes naturally. Except she doesn't want to choke this little guy our like she does Oleg. But that's another story. "Hadrix. I was hoping to catch you after that meeting, but we all parted ways too quickly. I brought that gift for you with me."

Grabbing a canvas bag sitting, she digs around in it. Shoving the blaster pistol aside -- even here, one can never be too careful or left unarmed -- she grumbles something in Bothan. Can't curse in Basic in front of the kid. The cat gets a few begrudging pets, as well, until Val exclaims. "Ah! Here it is! Are you ready for this, Kar? It's a present... for you!"

From her bag emerges what looks like a large, cartoonish whale-fish toy. Made of hallow plastic with a little blowhole at the top that could squeeze water out of it should his little hands manage it, it looks child-friendly and large enough not to be a choking hazard. Bobbing it up and down a few times, she holds it out to him. "I don't know what it's called, but it's from Scarif. It's a big, goofy whale. Grrrr!"

Clankah and Gripper move off after Hadrix is seated, heading towards the low burning bonfire that never seems to be allowed to go out on this beach. But it's the Bothese that gets the initial reaction, brow tightening and his expression momentarily going from pleasant to feral and back again. Hadrix fully sitting and resting his hands on his knees while he gets situated.

He says nothing when the whale toy comes out and Kar's arms go up and he squeals. Reaching for the little item, laughing excitedly around a cry of, "Vika! Toy!" and then comes the excited hopping and falling on his doompa in all of the exuberance to the little squirt toy being presented.

"I'm not sure what they're called either." finally noted aloud by the big man, watching his son and the cat who purrs and proceeds to try and lay down, snuggling up and resting her massive head on one leg.

The Death Toll has settled up at the fortress landing pad, the sight and sound of the BHG Gambit likely carrying to the beach. It takes a little while but eventually Hahtavi comes down the path. With him is Iriin wearing her scrappy armor and helmet. As soon as his boots hit the stand, Hahtavi is reaching up to remove his helmet, "Hadrix, Valeska, Kar, Ni haa'taylir gar! Kar, this is Iriin, my daughter." He glances back to her, "Te'habir gar buy'ce, Iriin." Nor sooner than he's said that then he repeats it in basic, "Remove ... your ... helmet." Hahtavi thumps his own, "hel-met."

Once she reluctantly removes her helmet as her father told her to do, Hahtavi continues to look at Iriin pointedly. She starts to look like an annoyed almost teenager, "Re-mov hel-met."

Satisfied, Hahtavi turns to find a shady spot to set his helmet and start removing his armor, "Elek, Te'habir gar beskar'gam. Ar-mor."

Iriin really doesn't look like she's enjoying the enforced lessons in Basic, "Beskar'gam, 'Ar-mor'."

Canting her head, Valeska watches the little man wave the whale around and laugh. She gives Kar another ruffle at the tuff of hair on his head. "I'll try to bring you other toys when I travel again, okay, Kar? If you're a good boy and be nice to your daddy." That's way too many words for a child his age. All he likely heard was 'toys' and 'Kar' and 'daddy.' It was more for Hadrix who gets a warm smile. "What brings us all here, Hadrix?"

Hazel eyes light up a bit more seeing Hahtavi and his daughter making their way towards the beach to join them. "Hahtavi. Iriin." She would get up, but she's got a huge, fuzzy head on her lap that is demanding more pats. And pats he gets if not cautious pats. Observing the interaction of Hahtavi and his daughter, Valeska cannot help but laugh. It is musical and light; a laugh reserved for very close relations. "Sorry. She reminds me of myself at her age. Hell, she reminds me of myself yesterday."

"You'll see." in answer to Val's first question, turned to Hahtavi and his child. He'd try to let Kar introduce himself but he's now on his knees making raspberries and 'swimming' the whale toy through the sand. Ignoring Sprite's attempt to mouth Val's hand with an astounding level of gentleness.

Hadrix shifts to come to a kneeling posture, speaking in Mando'a to the young lady, "Hello Iriin, I've seen you only in small bursts since Mandalore. I see you." head bowing respectfully before looking towards the fire the droids are helping to build up and then back to the other.

"You'll want to keep your plates on for now, vod." standing up at the last - sighing with the effort and bending when Kar comes to show him the whale, picking up the little one and makes to rest him on his hip.

Oh no. Iriin has now noticed the WATER. She's /staring/ at it as if being this close to the toxic stuff .. these people must be whackjobs! She backs up towards the trees without setting her helmet down.

Hahtavi smirks at Valeska's comment, stripping off his armor plates. He notices Iriin backing away, "Udesiir, Iriin. Pirun olar cuyir naasad dush. Nayc raditation. Relax, the water here is safe. 'Wa-ter."

The girl looks like she doubts Hahtavi's word on the quality of the water. It's just /lying/ there on the surface. Which is rare enough, but looks very distrustful of it. "Wa-tur." Her attention goes to Hadrix as if he might be a larger predator she might have to stab with her little vibrodagger. She blinks at him. Then Iriin notices Kar and her face lights up a little. She doesn't come any closer yet but she's watching him now more than the water.

His hands stop remove his armor. Hahtavi quirks a brow, "Oh?" Well, in that case, he starts refastening his cuirass.

The first thing she spots is the bottle of whiskey.

"Oh, good!" Evie's voice rings out across the beach. She's dressed... like a couple of those present haven't seen her before. Most of those gathered so far, really! A long, flowing dress in black and white, slit up the side and matching her skin -- pale white -- and her hair -- jet black. The only touch of color on her is a blue gemstone hanging from a necklace worn around her neck; a new addition to the ensemble, but one that matches her eyes. Hadrix, at least, would recognize it as her 'business armor'.

"I was hoping someone would bring the party... I left my stash back at MoonStar." Evie admits, her lips twisting into a sheepish smile. "But the FUN," She stops, doing a little twirl just because. "has arrived!" Arms are extended wide -- she knows what's coming next!

The roar of a jetpack heralds the approach of the century old soldier who swoops in for a landing by adopting a hover first before transitioning to the sand. Heavy in armor, the female sank a few more inches deeper, but not enough to cause alarm! The jetpack begins to cool itself as Sumi looks over the group in attendance before hoisting her helmet up. Long strands of dark hair fall free when she reveals her face from the confines of the helmet, and she shakes her head to orient their length away from her eyes, too lazy to use her hands to accomplish the task.

As the hottie in the dress arrives, Valeska's eyes widen. "Daaaaamn. Who is /that?/" Nope. Valeska doesn't recognize Evie. At all. Having only really seen her in full armour or in the threads she wears for repair work in the hangar. "Is this someone new? Hello!" Sumi, however, is impossible to mistake as she makes the coolest entrance of all of them. "Alor, I see you." This is said with a bit of warmth and a dab of curiousity.

"Wait. We need armour?" Donning nothing but a white tank top and a pair of burgundy short shorts and nothing else, Valeska glances over towards the homestead. It's all the way over there, damnit. "What do we need armour for here?"

Valeska's brows knit together as something doesn't feel right. Her hand, which had been petting a fussy head between the ears, is warm.. and wet. And laying on something rough and fleshy. Valeska looks down to see her hand is in the Loth cat's mouth. Her complexion drains until pale, the pupils of her eyes dialating with the same fight-or-flight response. She tries, tries, tries not to panic.

She fails, fails, fails.

"Ha... Hadrix...." It's a breath of a voice, choked in her throat in fright. "Ha...... Hadrix...."

Moving towards Iriin with his boy, Hadrix sets Kar down so that the boy can finish the distance himself on wobbly legs, "Hahtavi does, you're fine Val'ika." the big man is trying not to laugh as he spies Val's predicament, holding out his arms to lift Evie up in a hug while he multi-tasks as if he was on the battlefield.

"Mesh'la'Sumi, I see you." head bowing respectfully.

Kar'tracyn remains a bundle of energy, intent on getting to Iriin to hug her leg, lifting up a plastic whale toy from Scarif, "Toy! Vika toy!" so pleased with it in fact that he ends up hopping en route. The cat? She just purrs happily and sets Val's hand back down before proceeding to lick. Because cat.

Iriin is all eyes for Sumi jetpacking in. The blond headed girl gives the Alor a respectful nod, yet doesn't come forward. Not any closer to the scary water. Not yet. She's then watching Hadrix like a strill, intent, until Kar's toddling up to her. Iriin finally grins and tries to pick Kar up! "Kih vod!" Yep, she instantly likes him.

Hahtavi is refastening the armor he had started to remove. /He/ at least has noticed the little bit of clothing Valeska is wearing, watching her. Until Evie's arrival. Then it is the Manda'yaim native's turn to blink, "Evie ... that is ... a strange garment you are wearing." Ah, Sumi is here. For her, Hahtavi says, "Mhi ja'hailir'gar, Sumi." His attention can't help but go back to Valeska with the Loth cat being playful. A soft huff of amused breath. He doesn't look concerned.

Fashionably late as ever, Terek Rosol is none the less finally here. Wearing his armor, which he has gotten cleaned up since their weeklong escapades on Mandalore, he takes his helmet off after arriving near the group, "Hope you guys didn't drink all the alcohol. I'd hate to have come all this way for nothing."

It's nice to have these brief moments of peace in between, you know, all the blood and death. Helps to put things in perspective, after all. "Got a little caught up but I'm glad I made it."

"The winner of this year's Boonta Eve Classic. The Empress of the Void. The one, the only, Evennia Kor--" ...and as she's about to finish her introduction, that's when Hadrix scoops her. "aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" she lets out, letting her limbs stiffen to properly starfighter-pose, before bringing them in to return Hadrix's hug in kind. Minus the lifting. No way she can lift that.

"And, your voice... is familiar. I know it. I know I do." She goes crosseyed for just a moment before the dots connect in her head. "Valeska!" A pause, and a slightly sheepish "...right?" afterwards.

Of course, then Sumi's making a truly grand entrance, and Evie raises a hang to wiggle fingers in their leader's direction, beaming wide. "Alor. I see you -- and I see you came in with *style*." And then? She flashes a cheery grin in Hahtavi's direction. "This, my dear Hahtavi, is prime business armor. Straight from the finest decorators on Kuat. For when you don't need a blaster to handle trade." A wink here, and she lifts one hand to the other arm, revealing the wrist laser hidden beneath the white of the dress. "...but have one anyways, just in case."

The laser's hidden once more -- she doesn't need it in the here and now -- as she turns to spy the approaching Terek. "Terek!" she calls out, waving her hand eagerly. "Nope! Still plenty of booze!" she hopes. She really hopes. She hasn't checked. She really should. "And where there's plenty of booze, there's plenty of party. Good to see you!"

"Greetings all," Sumi announces, one arm going wide to gesture them closer. "I arrive with purpose this evening; purpose regarding a person among our number. Al'Verde, make the preparations: Hahtavi.. come to me, please." Sumi hooks her helm over the pommel of dirk sheathed against her side; there it moves with each subtle motion of its master but otherwise, stays in place. Sumi's expression is a neutral one, the inherent stoic look she always wears making it impossible to decipher what purpose or meaning she might have in mind.

How can anyone joke at a time like this?! Valeska looks up at the sky, imagining her life without her hand. Will she be able to wield a blaster correctly? How difficult is it to write with the other hand? Maybe she can use voice commands exclusively. Maybe a hookhand will add to her initimidation. She could tell people she lost it doing something badass.

No one must know that it rests in the belly of a purring demon.

Miraculously, the mouth releases her hand and Valeska feels her heart start beating hard -- having been stopped fully, so it felt, the mere seconds her hand was in mortal danger. Trying to play it off cool, Valeska picks the Loth cat from her lap, sets it aside, and rises from the sand.

"Evie...." Shake if off, girl. Don't embarass yourself! Valeska clears her throat and slaps her cheeks to bring colour back to them. "I didn't recognize you. You look amazing. Can't say I've been to Kuat beyond the starport. I clearly have to go back." Terek makes an appearance and Valeska raises a hand to stay something to him. Finally, she will get to speak to him. "----"

Sumi draws everyone's attention, and Valeska's greeting is put on hold. Some day, Terek. Some day. Now her eyes are fully on Hahtavi, brows pinching together once more, undecided if she's more concerned or curious.

Oh. She picked him up. Kar's rare intense, curious, quiet is a trait all his mother's... But like his father, Hadrix Kora's son is a hugger. When Iriin picks him up, the boy's first instinct is to get his arms as around her as he can and squeeze while laughing, "Vod!"

Setting down Evie gently, Hadrix chuckles - though that is arrested after a moment before he is nodding to Sumi when she gives her order. Looking towards Clankah and Gripper who are bringing over a brazier with burning wood from the bonfire and Hadrix is into his own affects, dropping to a kneel to begin assembling something.

Sprite yarps when removed from lap, looking indignant before giving a yowling sound and then the loth cat is rolling around in the sand, club tail flopping heavily.

"No worries, Terek. I've all manner of booze here. No one going hungry or thirst tonight." his tone more formal now, despite the bright news, murmuring something to himself before standing and putting one end of the assembled rod into the fire once his droids have it set down.

Hahtavi eyes Evie, "I ... do not comprehend. It doesn't look like armor." It's gone right over his head what she means. Poor bastard. But ahh, the laser, that he understands. He gives Terek an upnod for his arrival. "Vod." His armor all back in place once more, though his helmet still off, Hahtavi chuckles, "There is plenty and more on my ship. Some /one/ just gave me another bottle I haven't opened yet."

Iriin is preoccupied with Kar and delighted, so he need not worry about her. Indeed, no one here has seen her smile so big and squeezes Kar back happily.

Hahtavi eyes Sumi, scoops up his helmet to clip it to his utility belt and walks across the stand to stand before her or beside her, whichever her body language suggests she might prefer. He's curious though, turning is head to see what Hadrix is doing.

"Vod." Terek replies to Hahtavi, giving him a nod. He actually walks over towards Valeska, he too has been thinking about the fact that they've fought alongside each other and yet have never talked. Still, it seems that his movement is paused when Sumi calls to the group. He gives Val a look, eyes showing that they can talk after, as he turns to look to Sumi, since it's clear she has something important to say.

He's happy for events like this, as he folds his arms behind his back to watch and listen.

When Sumi speaks, people listen. Evie is a people, thus, she too listens. Stepping closer along with the others, she tries not to hide her excitement of what's to come. Tries, being the operative word. There's an extra energy about her at the moment. Her smile -- normally a radiant thing to see -- is wider than usual. She's not *saying* anything, mind you, Which is good. Very good.

Because Evennia's never, ever, EVER been a good liar.

This does mean that she's not going to verbally respond to Valeska or Hahtavi at the moment; instead, the former gets a wink, and the latter gets a giggle, but other than that? These lips are sealed.

"The time of the crucible is over for you, Hahtavi. You have reached the end of my sponsorship and stand judged by the clan. Your actions, attitude, presence, and purpose have remained under the scrutiny of my kin for some time now.-- Those who wear the brand of our clan, I call on you to speak. Give your blessing if you endorse this man's acceptance into our circle, or convey your doubts. I demand honesty."

Sumi moves to stand beside the Mando she sponsored, her hand resting on his shoulder casually as she looks to each member of Kora to speak their heart and give their vote.

"He has my vote. Has had it before we even left for Mandalore with him." Hadrix speaks while tending the brazier, "He's argumentative, hot headed, passionate, speaks his mind, doubts me at every turn and crazy as a strill in a bag." one gauntlet pulled off and his own bucket set on the ground. Another cursory check to what's been shoved into the fire before a throwing blade is pulled effortlessly from his vambrace and used to cut a slash across the heel of his palm, with meat there to protect his tendons while deep enough to bleed, letting it drain down into his helmet.

"I'd trust my son with him. I'd put Kar'Tracyn in his arms as the first and last best chance to get him to safety if everything was exploding all around and I couldn't do it myself." looking up and over towards Hahtavi now, slowly squeezing his fist to let a good amount build in his helm before he looks back to the brazier and holds out his hand so that Gripper can begin wrapping it.

Iriin has plopped her butt into the sand with Kar in her lap, unless he wants loose. She's not really paying attention to the others and what they are doing.

As for Hahtavi, he stands silent, watchful and listening. Saying nothing. His own face is a little guarded maybe, a slight tension in his jaw as his gaze slips quietly from one to another. Lingering on Hadrix in particular. It's never a comfortable position to stand before your peers and be judged for good or ill.

"I whole heartedly support his joining." Terek says, taking a second to glance down at the mark on his armor, "He has far surpassed any expectations and he belongs with us." It's short and to the point, but that's how Terek always is.

Evie's been waiting her turn. Patient, but practically bouncing on her heels as she does. She knows her answer, and really, her expression's likely a dead giveaway.

Turning her form to better face both Hahtavi and Sumi, she speaks up. "You've all taught me that family isn't only the one you're born into; it can be chosen by you, and you can be chosen by them, and those chosen bonds are as strong as any other. Today, I too choose Hahtavi. I've seen him work in the void, and I've seen his ferocity on the ground. He soars like a Drayberian hawk, and I would be honored to have him on my wing; much as I am to call him brother."

"I am to understand that proxies were given in the absence of our other members; it was unanimous. You are endorsed by the clan to take the next step, but I give everyone a choice to make before I cast the final vote. That choice is yours, Hahtavi. Do you want to be Clan Kora? Speak your heart." Sumi moved to one side then to stand with the members of the clan, her hands clasped over her back as she waited to be addressed and scrutinized by the sponsored candidate.

Valeska stand with the rest of the group but notably a few steps away. Apart but not a voting voice. Even so, the brightness in her eyes; the pride and happiness that lights her face as she smiles at Hahtavi leaves no mystery to what her vote would be regardless. Her hands rest on her hips to anchor herself to the sand because bouncing on the balls of her feet would look ridiculous for such a serious, momentous occasion.

Lifting his helm in bandaged hand, Hadrix remains where he now stands besides the burning coals and the metal beginning to turn glowing bright. Brow raised over his bionic eye and his form growing still as stone while remaining focused on Hahtavi once Sumi has posed her question to him.

Kar, meanwhile, remains enamored with Irinna, showing her his toy, though the serious air isn't lost to him, one gray and one silver eye wide and staring around the gathering, taking his time to lean on the older child in utter silence.

Hadrix is the one who's opinion maybe gave Hahtavi the most pause to wonder what the other man would say. It's certainly interesting, and worth thinking upon. Like having an objective mirror held up before one's face and seeing yourself through another's eyes. Hahtavi doesn't shy from meeting the Al'verde's gaze, curious also as to what Hadrix is doing, no doubt.

Evie in turn gets his attention, and a faint nod to her, and Terek. For all their ops together over the past months, those two Hahtavi probably knows the least well of Clan Kora and needs to know better. Shame Zelo and Avery aren't here.

Finally his gaze comes back to Sumi. He shifts his weight slightly, standing vaguely hip shot towards the left. A faint shift also of his jaw as he looks at them all in turn. To Sumi, a respectful nod, "If you would have me, I'd be an idiot to say no. My ... entire life has turned around since I met all of you. Been through more with each and every one of you than anyone else I ever knew, aside from my old clan."

He licks his dry lips and adds low in his baritone, "Time and time again you could have ditched my sorry shebs. But none of you did. I owe you for that. I'd like to stick around and pay it back," and a glance to Valeska, "Or pay it forward." Hahtavi's gaze finally settles briefly on Iriin with Kar.

For his part Terek stays quiet, this is an important moment, and he doesn't intend to interrupt with any input, at least not until it's official. Then it'll be time for celebration!

Evie's.. well. She's in a holding pattern right now. Hahtavi has made his choice. Sumi, as Alor, casts the final vote and nothing's official until then, and she's said her piece... so now she waits for the leader. As patiently as she can.

"So be it, Hahtavi of Clan Kora," Sumi says then, stepping forward again. "You have spoken your heart, and we see you. I cast the final vote."

"Yes."

"With our acceptance, we say a creed. It is our oath to one another. It is for life. I say it, and you say it back to us."

"I name you our kin, our friend, our companion for life. No matter the field of battle, regardless of time, clime, or place.. you will find us, your kin, beside you. No battle will claim you absent us. Where you fall, we will be there to pick you back up. You will not die alone."

Sumi holds out a hand, gesturing for the brand and upnods to Hahtavi. He was to choose where she branded his armor with their sigil.

Valeska is respectfully silent. When her eyes meet Hahtavi, her smile grows wider. Many words of congratulations will be in order, but right now, the Clan are bringing another into their fold. And damned if Valeska is going to interrupt that.

Moving to place the brand's grip in Sumi's hand, Hadrix's second stop is stand before but to the side of Hahtavi, bucket under one arm, gauntlets back in place, solemnly quiet now as he looks the other man in the eye. The weight of Sumi's words, words he's spoken to others as well, not lost on him and with added leaden tug for reminders where else it has been said.

Midnight purple armor capturing the fading sunlight and setting off the iridescence that sends colour washing over him like a spreading wildfire or gleaming with the mixed silver blue of the accents. There's the faintest nod, as if coaxed out by all this, for Hahtavi alone.

He listens, watching Sumi now. Listening. And when she recites the creed, the oath Hahtavi is to swear his own life to, his baritone repeats it back to her - in Mando'a. "I name you kin, my friends, my companions for life. No matter the field of battle, regardless of time, clime, or place.. you will find me, your brother, beside you. No battle will claim you absent myself. Where you fall, I will be there to pick you back up. You and I will not die alone."

Iriin has grown quiet as well, sensing something serious is going on with her buir and these others. At least the words in Mando'a she understands, and maybe she even grasps what is going on here.

Hahtavi's gaze roams over them who wear the sigil upon their armor. Most of them bear it upon a shoulder pauldron but he lifts his left fist and lays it over his heart. That's where they should mark his armor, right there on the breastplate where none can miss it.

Terek looks quite happy to see Hahtavi getting his brand. Getting his own was one of the proudest moments of his life, second perhaps only to finishing his first solo hunt back on Cathar. It's always good to welcome those who have battled alongside him to the fold, for good.

Evie knows what she wants to do right now. But, it's not time yet, still. So instead, she bides her time by giving a little nudge towards Terek.

...at least until Sumi plays that final card. That's when Evie launches herself forward, fully intent on throwing her arms around Hahtavi's neck for a proper hug; much like Hadrix, the Kuati-born one is most definitely a hugger. Whether her attempt is successful or not, she adds a "Welcome home, brother!" in echo of Sumi.

The helmet handed off to Clankah, the battle droid and Gripper move away with it before a promise long ago made is acted on. Something that Hahtavi has only, yet, known from a distance. Witnessed others experiencing while living in the potential dread that such attentions be levied unto him.

That time has come. That time that he has most wished to avoid since he first met The Mandalorian. A truth that he has dared try to bury beneath concerns, frustrations and perhaps mistrust. But Hadrix steps forward and the big man has only one clear intention as of yet. The intention to lift the other big man up in a big wampa embrace. There might be some shaking to flop legs back and forth. Perhaps even forced out breath. Red face. Awkward looks around at everyone else.

Behold your time has come, Hahtavi Llearil.

Hadrix Kora is a hugger.

Iriin has stood up, facinated by what is going on. Maybe she's never seen anything quite like this ritual, or maybe she has. Hard to say, but she's all eyes, hardly knowing who her father is or these peopleK.

Hahtavi stands still and braces himself to lean slightly against the brand when Sumi presses it firmly against his armor, the stench of the burning metal in his nostrels. It isn't until Sumi pulls his head down a little for that Kedalb Kiss that his eyes start to get a little misty.

Ooph! Then there's an Evie practically jumping into his arms! Hahtavi laughs and hugs her back, "I still need more hand to hand practice, and piloting tips..." Ut oh. There's Hadrix looming up. Evie is carefully let go, just barely in time for incoming Hadrix. The other man is eyed. This might be like getting smothered by a Wookie. While Hahtavi is about as tall as Hadrix, he isn't as massive nor as strong.

There is a grunt as he's walluped and his freshly healed ribs are SQUEEZED, his breath pressed out of him like juice from jogan fruit. All the same, Hahtavi manages to keep his arms free, or at least one of them, to slap Hadrix on the back once or twice.

If he had the breath for it he might say something instead of gasp.

Terek is not a hugger, but in a situation like this, he might make an exception. So he waits his turn, moving on the group. Once Hadrix does eventually release his wampa hug, Terek will give a much more low powered hug, patting Hahtavi on the back a few times, "Welcome, brother. It's good to have you."

He breaks the hug, and does eventually move back over towards Val, motioning that she should go give him the hug that she so desperately wants to give him.

It isn't until the Koras have had their chance to congratulate their new brother that Valeska makes her way over to Hahtavi at long last. First, she takes his wrist into one hand; the other clasping onto his forearm. Her eyes locked onto his, she then pulls herself in to him for a big hug. Because there's no way she'd be pulling him towards her.

"You deserve every bit of it and more, Hahtavi. I'm not of the Clan yet, but I know a damn good man when I see one. They're lucky to have you and you them. Congratulations. We should get thoroughly and rightfully wasted."