Populate N-1 Racing League | Race 1 | Mon Gazza | Populate of Secundus Ando

[Adelle Bastiel]

Spectating
Tags: Ria the Cat | Itzhal Volkihar

Phantom started back when Ria hopped down into her lap as well but did sniff and allowed the nose touch to happen. The spukami did sit up though since Adelle’s lap barely had enough space for the both of them. Ria asked about noodles suddenly, leaving the wheels in Adelle’s head to spin for a moment.

“I—”

"Oh hey, the person-shaped thing is back."

"Considering the options around here, I don't think it's a question of whether they have it, only whether you can afford it," Itzhal noted, dropping into his chair with a slight slump that guided his drink onto a waiting coaster. "Well, unless you mean after this, then pet supplies might be a little harder to find."

He glanced at the screen, waiting for the final speeder to shoot past the race line before he removed his buy'ce. "Unfortunate result. A shame, all things considered, they had a good start, but I suppose in the end, they made it over the finish line."

"Something, something race," she summarized airily, before squinting at them both. "Hey… those two are wearing shiny."

Her head tilted.

"Are you the kind of people who can't live outside your armor? Are you dying? Do you need special breathing things?"

Oh Whills, she just kept going. It was starting to make Adelle’s head spin. She drained the rest of her Corellian ale, hoping against hope that this would start a buzz. It was going to be a long trip to Denon if it didn’t. Adelle set the glass down on the table before adjusting her nerf-leather jacket, rubbing fingers over the new scratch marks on the shoulders. That was going to require some fixing.

The cat mentioned something about Coruscant being cursed and getting sacked every few years. “Wait. That hasn’t happened again, has it?”

“Twice,” Adelle said. She gently nudged Ria toward the table as Phantom, recognizing the motions, leapt up to her shoulders in preparation for Adelle to stand. “And with the race over, I’m gonna get ready to leave.”

Ria asked something about a Holoflix account and a show from… Chewyroll?

“I don’t, sorry.” She wasn’t really sorry. She preferred watching holovids.

 

[Gavin Restur]

TAGS: Seris Travin-Avaron
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["And for what it is worth, finding pride in where you came from, even when it was hard, is not something you need to apologize for."]

"Glad to hear that." Giving the woman an affirming nod. By now, the bartender had refilled his cup. So, he picked up his glass, and raised in return towards her. Taking a gracious sip after, before setting the glass back down.

"As for what my culture is? Well, to try and simplify it all, I follow the Echani way of life. Just in case you don't know what that is, it's basically a warrior culture. Think of the...well, I suppose the Mandalorians and how they live, only we see things beyond armor." As he spoke about the Mandalorians, it wasn't hard to detect some distaste towards them in his words.

"Now, obviously...I'm not of the Echani race. I was born on Thyrsus, in a small community that still followed the old ways, so to speak. I'm not entirely sure on the history of it all, but from what I remember being told, the Thyrsian government wasn't exactly favorin' to us. So much so, that we had to stay hidden."

Taking another sip. "That answer your question?"

 

[Seris Travin-Avaron]

Seris listened without interrupting, her attention steady as he spoke of Thyrsus, of hidden communities and old ways preserved out of necessity. When he finished and asked his question, she did not answer immediately. Instead, she took a slow sip of her drink, letting the warmth settle before turning fully toward him.

"It does," she said gently. "More than you may realize."

Her gaze held his, thoughtful rather than analytical.

"The Echani philosophy is not just about fighting," she continued, her tone calm and measured. "It is about expression through combat, about understanding someone through movement, through discipline, through restraint as much as aggression. That is very different from fighting for conquest alone."

A faint smile touched her lips at the mention of Mandalorians and the subtle tension beneath it.

"And growing up in a place that had to remain hidden…that shapes a person," she added quietly. "When your way of life is not favored, when it must survive quietly rather than openly, it teaches vigilance. Loyalty. A certain stubborn pride."

She rested her elbow lightly on the counter again, posture relaxed but present.

"You were not simply raised to fight," Seris said, her voice warm with understanding. "You were raised to preserve something. A tradition. A philosophy. A sense of identity."

Her expression softened.

"There is nothing strange about loving that," she went on. "Especially if it gave you structure in a world that did not offer many other options."

She studied him for a brief moment, curiosity flickering gently behind her eyes.

"Do you still practice it?" she asked. "Not the contracts. Not the work. The discipline. The philosophy behind it."

Her tone remained friendly, grounded.

"Or has that part of you shifted over time?"

Gavin Restur

 

[Pillar of Faith]

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FINAL RESULTS


P1 - Bettany Sal-Soren (91) - 117,600 UC
P2 - Nami Runda (90) - 67,200 UC
Tie P3 - Osira Perris & Tintinallë Nyxara (77) - 47,040 UC
P5 - Rojuhr Pouihl (76) - 26,880 UC
P6 - Priesse Namada (74) - 23,520 UC
Tie P7 - Aselia Verd & Feng Huang (64) - 20,160 UC
P9 - Dani Stellaris (60)
P10 - Phy (59)
P11 - Michael Angellus (39)

Thanks for racing!
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[Gavin Restur]

TAGS: Seris Travin-Avaron
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["There is nothing strange about loving that, especially if it gave you structure in a world that did not offer many other options."]

He gave a few nods as she spoke. Seems like she was pretty well researched.

"...I can imagine that you're pretty good at your job. Seems like you've always got just the right thing to say to someone." Complimenting the woman, as he took another sip from his glass.

["Do you still practice it? Not the contracts. Not the work. The discipline. The philosophy behind it. Or has that part of you shifted over time?"]

While his mouth had opened to speak, he halted for a moment. Tilting his head for a moment, to think. "...That's actually a good question. Huh." Falling silent briefly, as he gave the question some thought.

"...Well, I think in a way, it is through this work that I do, that I carry on this...'tradition'. Or, at least, the idea of it. Though, when you think you're one of the last folk in the galaxy to think this way, does make it a bit hard to continue on. I know Eshan exists and I've visited it once before, but I ain't sure if there's anything quite like what I believe in. If that makes sense."

 

[Seris Travin-Avaron]

Seris listened without interruption, her expression thoughtful as he searched for the right words, and when he finished, she gave a small, understanding nod.

"It does make sense," she said gently. "Holding onto something that feels rare, or fading, can make it harder to carry. Especially when you are not certain who else still believes the way you do."

She turned her glass slightly in her hand, considering him with quiet sincerity.

"But traditions are not preserved only by numbers," she continued, her tone calm and steady. "Sometimes they survive because one person chooses to live them well, even when no one is watching."

A faint smile touched her lips.

"If your work still reflects the discipline and philosophy you were raised with, then perhaps you are carrying it forward more faithfully than you think."

Her gaze drifted briefly past him toward the entrance of the lounge, and something in her expression softened in recognition.

"Ah," she said quietly, a warmth entering her voice. "I see my husband."

She set her glass down gently, turning back to Gavin fully, her posture open and kind.

"It was truly a pleasure meeting you and speaking with you, Gavin," Seris said sincerely. "Conversations like this are rarer than you might think."

She offered him a small, genuine smile.

"I hope we have the chance to meet again," she added. "Preferably somewhere with fewer politics and more honest air."

With a final nod of farewell, she stepped away from the bar and moved gracefully through the lounge toward her husband, leaving the conversation on a note of quiet respect rather than abrupt departure.

Gavin Restur

 

[Ria the Cat]

Ria looked over at Adelle. "Would you like. Chewyroll account? I think I remember the Varanin's log in." She exhaled and then stretched out. "Uh... so, when do we go? Also, please don't butter me- wait, it happened twice?"

She blinked. "How many times has Coruscant been sacked?" A beat. "When do we leave?"

Itzhal Volkihar Adelle Bastiel .