Faction [Black Hand Collective] Battle Circle

[Bright1]

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O B J E C T I V E: M A K E F R I E N D S​

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Location: Roon, Mandalorian Battle Circle​

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Tatiana had been to Roon before, but it had been some time since she had partaken in a Battle Circle. On Dromund Kaas, such things happened of course, but it was more for entertainment of their Sith masters. Throw a few unruly acolytes into an arena and see who wins. She always did of course, though she had learned to hate the sting of force lightning. Thankfully, she wouldn't need to worry about such a thing now. Her ship landed at the outskirts of the circle, the piece of space garbage actually managing to land without risking a critical system error. It was her lucky day. Sliding her helmet into place, there was a 'hiss' as the lock formed, and she rose from her chair. Arming herself with her full arsenal, she strode down the ramp, eager to meet her fellow Mandalorians, heaven knew she had dealt with all manner and sort of her kind during her 'correction' under the Union.​

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Several gave brief nods to her, others eyed her obsidian armor for a symbol of a clan moniker. It wasn't hard to see, the symbol of her clan had faded, but the red colors of Clan Order were still viable under the scratches and blaster burns. The fact her armor hadn't broken apart was a testament to how tough Beskar truly was. She continued on to the circle, a small outcropping that had been made in the center of an encampment, banners of several clans set about in a circle, making the grounds from which this contest would be held. She would throw her name into the pool for a combat bout, given the first set was to begin soon, it would be nothing too advanced. Anything would be allowed in the first bout, as was the rules, after that it got more interesting. For now, she would stand and wait, make idle conversation, and find someone worthy of her time. Unfortunately, she felt it would be a bit before someone worthy of her notice would arrive.​

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Aloy Vizsla , open to all members of the Black Hand and Enclave. Just a good old thrashin' thread for Mando chat.​

 

[Tan'yill Vizsla]

A DRUG​

Tag: Bright1 , open!

Roon had its gems of places, vendors, joints, wonders of nature and what not. Of course her family, her wife Aloy Vizsla and daughter Tae'l Vizsla , being at the upper top and way far ahead of anything else. They had worked hard at building their home of Skyhold and at establishing a strong foothold for House Vizsla and the Black Hand Collective on the planet, their alor and her wife leading them all into a new and exciting future. A future not without risks, but as mandalorians, that was their very way of life and one that had been a part of the rutian twi'leks life even before becoming one of the ancient creed. She knew that Aloy held a secret wish of settling down just the three of them. She would agree that it was a nice thought and sooner or later that day would come. Until that day though, she would stand by her wifes side and assist her in all the ways she could as second in command of the Collective and mother to sweet Tayl.

The hip flask of strong and chrystal clear booze was about half-empty when she took the next sip while her intense hazel eyes, from a distance leaned against a rock, watched the first fight erupt in the circle. As much as Tan felt at home on Roon by now, this was and had always been like her second home - a tight circle where the only way out was to either win or be knocked out. Her guilty pleasure. Her drug. Well, one of them that was, although it was easier to keep away from the spice now when she had Tayl to care for. She had to take this one, though. She bit her lip in contemplation as the booze traveled down her throat and taste of it lingered long and pleasantly in her mouth. She could feel the adrenaline being there, begging her body and mind to release it. She put the hip flask back into her black short smugglers jacket and patiently waited.

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[Tae'l Vizsla]

P R O V I N G - G R O U N D S​

Tag: Tan'yill Vizsla | Bright1 | OPEN
POV: Tayl Vizsla & Aloy Vizsla
Music: Mandalore Way
Equipment: In bio

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Tayl was crouched atop a boulder above her mother, Tan'yill Vizsla , Glancing at the rutian twi'lek leaned up against the same rock she'd perched on. A treat indeed, To spend such quality time with her mother; Watching big brutes duke it out in the battle circle.
Glancing to the side, Her emerald eyes could see that the second of her mothers, Aloy Vizsla , Was discussing something with her Vizsla clan-mates beneath the banner of their house.
Typical of ma, She thought, Always busy with politics and war, Never enough time for family.

Bored and waiting for a fight, Tayl began playing with her Butterfly-knife, Absentmindedly flipping and twirling and catching the little blade over and over, Producing little clicks and clacks repeatedly.

"Mama?" She called down to Tan'yill "Do you think Ma would complain if I joined the battle circle?" She knew that Aloy would object of course, But that little purple face was already looking to Tan'yill pleadingly.

This could be her chance to show Aloy that she was more than just some child. More than whatever the kaminoans had grown her for. She was a warrior, Same as everyone else here;
She was Mando'ade.

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[Tan'yill Vizsla]

A DRUG INHERITED?​

Tag: Tae'l Vizsla , Aloy Vizsla , Bright1 , open!

Tan'yill could feel her daughter observing the vicious, yet non-lethal fights if you stuck to the rules, from her position crouched above her rutian mother. She certainly heard how the violet Vizsla played with the very could-be deadly butterfly-knife. A little belonging that made Tan feel a little safer whenever Tayl was out on her own, along with the rest of her tastefully assembled gear and weaponry, some of it given to her by her mothers and some of it choosen by herself.

Hearing her daughters question, along with an embedded but to her mama obvious request and plead, Tan threw a glance at Aloy before looking up at their precious Tayl.

''I could ask her if ya want...?'' Tan said an raised an eyebrow with a slight smirk, fully knowing what Tayl tried to do. It was not much worse than a verd'goten, and fact was that this could serve as a part of it. Was this her daughters chance to prove herself to the clan? Much like Tan had proved herself on Corellia? The difference being that she was more or less forced to, but that had turned her into a twi'lek making every slaver think twice before trying to enslave her. Tayl was volunteering for this.

''Yeah, I think she would complain pretty much.'' she said with a chuckle and spared another glance at her wife busy at tending to clan business. Tan looked back up at Tayl with a more serious look. That purple face had an impact on her, but it was not like she could not say no to her daughter and of course, the heart of a mother would start to worry at some point. ''I know what you're doing, young lady... You remember the moves I taught you back home? Once you enter the ring, you can't leave it, but you can use what tricks and moves you want to bring your opponent to the knees.'' Tan continued, contemplating if she had left an enough vague answer.

''If you would like to enter the battle circle... Pick one of the mando'ades of the same age. For starters.'' she added and gave her daughter a look of trust. For that, Tayl was more than ready to handle herself in a fight. After all, she had her both mothers blood in her.

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