Faction Packs of Iron | The Iron Wolves of Mandalore

[Kirae Orade]

Tags: Adelle Bastiel
Mentioned: Kael Varr Basteil Skirata

Kirae didn't say anything about leaving Adelle's hand hanging. Nothing about her lack of manners. She just simply sat herself down in front of the flames, holding her hands out to try and keep them warm. There was much going on within her mind that she was sorely keeping to herself. No-one else was allowed access to her thoughts. Her mind was her bastion. The only place she could feel safe from everything else.

That's when she felt a new presence come out of the blue, her eyes drifting off towards the feline...and Kirae almost immediately brought her hands back to herself, folding her hands beneath her arms, as if she was afraid that she'd accidentally brush up against the creature. For the slightest moment however, there had been a smile on her face at the sight of the feline.

Yet that smile almost immediately was replaced with a small scowl at the new arrival taht spoke to her. The way she was compared to a child. The way he implied that she weaked the Manda by not acting. Her fist clenched beneath her arms as she kept her gaze firmly affixed on the fire ahead of her.

"Don't...Don't speak as if you know me. You do not. Neither of you do."

Guilty somewhat by association. That was why Kirae was somewhat snapping at Adelle at the same time. She hadn't wanted to be interacting with people. But now here she was being compared to a child because of the stranger. Being told that she was being inactive. It just brought more and more frustration to her. Especially as she also felt she was only being used for some "challenge" to talk to more people.​

 

[Garo Vevut-Varkor]

The young shaman approached the group silently, following his nose toward the smell of curry and the cathar serving it.

He deliberately and calmly removed his helmet, revealing black hair and a green face with small tattooed marks that formed small patterns that told a story. His eyes were dark blue and his hair was blond.

He respectfully, and some would even say shyly, waited for his turn to be served curry.

 

[Vytal Noctura]

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By some reason, the Warmaster had no need of spirits to foretell the arrival of a certain Cathar. Perhaps the bells? The clanging of his pack. To say nothing of the way the blue furred male strode bold up to the pale Witch. Arms full of curry. Three of five senses brazenly assaulted all at once. It might be impressive to be so overt had Vytal not already met the man previously.

Emerald eyes regarded the man and the way he stretched in such a carefree manner. Today was not a training session that demanded restraint, so the Warmaster's stark expression hadn't soured. As she recalled, the man had something of a tongue on him as well. Then again, many Cathar did.

"Did you?" she asked plainly as Talohn Atar drew attention to his pot of curry. It wasn't a brew designed to wake the dead, or collapse the lungs of one's enemy?

"A fire is made for many purposes. A stout meal is one." The people gathered here could use something hearty to eat, after all. Some of the other preparations such as drink would be brought forth to supplement this unexpected boon.

The Dathomiri woman snorted and nodded her head slightly. "Very well. I will try your curry." Someone had to be the first to ensure the overly enthusiastic feline hadn't made anything dreadfully inedible. At least it looked and smelled palatable. Vytal would accept the offering with care. Woe be to the Cathar if he thought to try any prank.

She straightened back up and gave the food some thought. "I had heard you could cook, Talohn. It goes well with this evening!" Apparently that ruby red Sith Twi'lek hadn't been boasting about nothing after all. Braggart of a woman. "Join us," she gestured to the center of the gathering, "our fire is yours."

A familiar sense drew Vytal's attention shortly afterward. Her gaze focused on a point that soon snapped. From that place stepped a questionably young woman dressed in red. They then shared a silent exchange of acknowledgement. Julra Repraj was one Vytal had known before and would have liked to speak with now they'd reunited, but she did not seem particular inclined just yet. Perhaps, spirits willing, neither of them would vanish before they had a chance to speak.

Viana Morreth was more vocal in her arrival, but just as quickly away to explore the occupants of camp. Familiar with Julra? Not only had they arrived together, but the woman gravitated back toward the Witch of Time.

They seemed to desire their space for th emoment, so Vytal would not crowd them. For now. Instead her eyes drifted over toward Dreidi Xeraic . "Sister, what do say of this gathering?" Many seemed drawn to the flames now. Whether for warmth or Talohn's cooking, it was good to see them growing physically closer as she hoepd they did socially.

OPEN​

 

[Adelle Bastiel]

Tags: Kael Varr Basteil Skirata | Kirae Orade

Whills be damned, Nia was here. She returned the healer’s wave with a smile and a raise of her mug. Adelle would have to talk to her later, see what she’d been up to after the invasion. And whether or not their shared profession had let her rest.

Kael reported that he had spoken to one person on his own before sitting and reaching out to Phantom. Adelle cautiously watched the interaction. The spukami still wasn’t entirely sure what to make of the Togruta. Certainly, it’d been an adjustment the first two weeks. She’d been a bit more jealous of Adelle’s time and attention, a bit more needy. Right now, Phantom paused her grooming and looked at the offered hand, backing her body away as she sniffed at the hand.

“Remember to ask for permission first,” Adelle reminded him. “Let her sniff your hand and decide if she wants you to pet her.”

Then he talked to Kirae. Directly addressing what he must have sensed through the Force. Adelle clenched her jaw and stared blindly at the fire, missing the tear in reality that let two more join the celebrations. And the boy finished his speech by directly addressing her challenge, claiming two conversations had.

Kirae responded how anyone would have.

Adelle did not move from her reclined position but sent a stern look at Kael.

“Incorrect,” she said. “You’ve had one conversation. The point of the exercise is to learn people skills. Introductions, manners, respect. And that includes boundaries.”

Adelle held his gaze, her mismatched eyes firm but not cruel. “Go try again. You can say hi to my friend, Eenia Vahn . Remember. Introduce yourself and use your manners. My ade will know how to conduct themselves in any situation in the galaxy.”

She waited for him to leave, letting the silence settle again for a few precious moments.

“Neparavu takisit,” she said quietly to Kirae. “He’s still learning the balance between silence and speech.”

 

[Veyla Krinn]

Veyla let the corner of her mouth tilt at that, not a wide smile and not something meant to draw attention, just enough to acknowledge the shared understanding between them in a way that felt natural and unforced.

"You say that like speeches are not your fault half the time," she replied, her tone light with a warmth she rarely allowed to surface unless she trusted the person standing beside her.

The fire cracked again, sending a thin line of sparks upward into the dark. She followed their rise with her eyes, watching how quickly they vanished once they drifted beyond the heat, as if the night swallowed them the moment they tried to escape its pull.

At his comment about uncertainty, she nodded once, slow and thoughtful.

"I used to think confidence meant having answers," she said, her voice carrying the weight of someone who had lived through enough to know better. "Turns out it is just being willing to move without them."

Her gaze drifted toward the Wolves again, taking in the subtle easing of shoulders and the way conversations had shifted from guarded murmurs to something more animated and alive. It was the kind of change that only happened when people finally believed they were safe enough to breathe.

"Living with uncertainty without letting it decide for you," she echoed softly. "That is harder than any drill we ever ran."

When he mentioned their name again, she gave a quiet huff of agreement, something close to amusement but edged with memory.

"Kryze does not leave much room for hesitation," she said. "You either look steady or you look weak. There is not much in between."

She leaned back slightly, bracing one palm against the ground behind her, letting the warmth of the fire brush against the front of her armor.

"I think I confused stillness with strength for a long time."

A beat passed, long enough to feel intentional.

"You are right though. No one was waiting for me to fail."

Her voice softened there, not fragile, just honest in a way she rarely allowed herself to be.

"I was."

There was no drama in it, only truth spoken by someone who had finally stopped running from her own reflection.

At his admission about staying, she studied him for a moment, her eyes steady and warm, before shaking her head faintly.

"You stayed because you know exactly what that silence feels like," she said. "You do not have to dress it up for me."

Her eyes followed his toward Kael, watching the younger man with a quiet understanding born of experience rather than distance.

"He will find his footing," she said. "He just needed proof he was not the only one standing in the uncertainty."

The drums stuttered again somewhere behind them, a brief stumble in the rhythm that made her smirk at his final comment.

"Watching the horizon is not a habit," she replied. "It is survival."

Then, with a faint tilt of her head that carried more warmth than her words alone could hold,

"And slipping away before speeches is not avoidance."

A pause, deliberate and amused.

"It is a strategy."

She let that linger between them, her eyes flicking sideways toward him with quiet amusement that softened the lines of her face.

"Besides, if we all stand in the center, who is left to make sure the fire does not burn too high?"

The wind shifted, carrying a ribbon of smoke between them again, and she breathed it in without flinching.

"Edges are not isolation," she added more quietly, her voice warm in a way that felt earned. "They are perspective."

And she was comfortable standing there, exactly where she chose to be.

Siv Kryze

 

[Kirae Orade]

Tags: Adelle Bastiel
Mentioned: Kael Varr Basteil Skirata

She was stewing within her own mind. Getting worse and worse with her own thoughts, only made worse by the words of Adelle's child. Constantly bouncing around within her own head. She already thought she didn't do enough. That she was a poor example of a Mandalorian because she didn't live for the fight. That she didn't want to tear apart their enemies. Even other people thought that now. People who didn't know her. People who didn't know her and believed that she didn't do enough for their people. They were wrong. She bled. She bruised. She suffered for them. But it wasn't enough. No suffering she went through was enough. Kirae was all alone. Even amongst her ki-
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“Neparavu takisit,” she said quietly to Kirae. “He’s still learning the balance between silence and speech.”

The voice snapped her out of her daze. The spiral her mind was going down. It would only have gotten to get worse and worse if she hadn't spoken out. But even so, that didn't deal with the emotions. The frustrations Kirae felt. Her gaze fixing directly on Adelle, as the sole member of Clan Orade sat herself up to stare down the other woman. Kirae was no coward. She was not smart either, but she would not back down. Even if there was an apology given.

"Kaysh mirsh solus"

Her son was an idiot. Treating Kirae as some step to his challenge as opposed to an actual person. It might not have been his intention, but the road to annihilation was paved with good intentions. Apologies and words could only carry so much. Now, one might ask if that was the case, then why was Kirae so heated off some words from Kael? It was simple. It wasn't the words that had affected her. It was the way he had spoken. The way he had acted to her. It did nothing but frustrate her to no end.​

 

[Kael Varr Basteil Skirata]

Mandalore

Kael stiffened at Kirae's comment as he turned to comply with his Buir's orders. 'His braincell is lonely?' How rude of someone who all he had tried to do was make her feel like she wasn't alone. As he walked away, he mumbled to himself Aliit ori'shya tal'din. Gar taldin ni jaonyc gar sa buir ori'wasaas'la. Whether the words were meant for himself, to assure his buir that he was ok, or maybe a fleeting hope that Kirae would catch it and not immediately lash out, even he didn't know. His better mood was immediately soured. He understood that his Buir was trying to help Kirae, and he understood that it was in her nature to be diplomatic, but he still felt that he was dismissed without much in the way of defence on her part. He took a moment to try to seek the flame in the void, as he, too, was spiraling. Looking around now, lost as to who to talk to, he took stock of the people around him. Veyla was still speaking to what he assumed was her Buir; there were the two newcomers who were giving off vibes of superiority; several night sisters talking with their sisters or the War-Mistress; the Cathar with a curry that stung his nose overmuch. All in all, Kael didn't feel like he could or wanted to interact with anyone here at the moment, so he moved to the salmon ladder that the War-Mistress had erected. He took a staff and set it within the first rung set, and once again sought the flame in the void and centered himself. When he felt he was ready, he started his ascent, one rung at a time.

Mentioned: Adelle Bastiel Veyla Krinn Kirae Orade Vytal Noctura

 

[Garo Vevut-Varkor]

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Garo sits down with his curry a little further away from the others, leaning back on his Beroya-Basilisk. He scratches the head of the canine war droid, whose metal body is marked with the symbol of the Varkor clan and symbols of Manda shamanism.

He observes the others in the room while he eats, somewhat curious about what is happening among the small groups and still a little shy.

 

[Siv Kryze]

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MANDALORE​

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Siv huffed a quiet laugh at her comment, shaking his head slightly.


"Half the time?" he said. "I'll accept the generous version."


He shifted a bit closer to the fire, resting his forearms on his knees, watching the flames work through another piece of wood while the drums behind them lost rhythm and picked it back up again.


"I don't actually like speeches," he added. "Usually means nobody else wanted to say the uncomfortable part first."


The moment settled again — easy, familiar. Not heavy.


At her thoughts on confidence, he nodded once.


"Yeah," he said. "People think confidence comes from knowing what happens next. Mostly it's just deciding to move anyway."


His gaze drifted across the camp. The Wolves looked different now than they had earlier — louder, more relaxed, less like strangers sharing space.


"That part," he said, gesturing faintly toward them, "that's harder than any training. Getting people to relax enough to be themselves."


When she mentioned the weight of the Kryze name, he gave a small, knowing exhale.


"Being Kryze means looking steady whether you feel it or not," he said. "Good skill to learn. Terrible habit to keep forever."


He let her admission sit without interrupting it, eyes on the fire rather than on her.


"We all wait on ourselves like that at some point," he said simply. "Question is whether you stay there."


Another crack from the fire filled the pause. Siv watched sparks lift into the night before speaking again, tone more casual now — curious, not formal.


"So what happens next for you?"


He nodded lightly toward the camp.


"You've got people listening now. Watching how you handle things." A small shrug. "That sneaks up on you."


His eyes moved briefly toward Kael, then back to the flames.


"What do you actually want to leave behind?" he asked. "Not the big history-book version. Just… what do you want them to learn from you?"


A faint smirk tugged at his mouth.


"Kryze already has enough legends attached to the name. Victories, politics, all that." He glanced sideways at her. "Most of it fades anyway."


He nudged another stone into the dirt.


"But people remember how you made things feel. Whether standing here got easier because you were around."


A small pause followed.


"So," Siv said quietly, conversational as ever, "what's the legacy you're aiming for — whether you meant to build one or not?"

Tags: Kirae Orade | Vytal Noctura | Kael Varr Basteil Skirata | Vael Saren | Veyla Krinn | Adelle Bastiel

 

[Liorra]

Mia Monroe | Adelle Bastiel
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If Liorra was honest, she hadn't heard much of the speech beyond do the kriffing ladder thing.

So she did.

Grumbling under her breath, she stepped toward the apparatus the Warmaster had shaped from stone and magick, the Salmon Ladder, suspended over nothing but mist and a long fall into the unknown. The grooves cut into the beams caught the fading light, the clouds below drifting like a silent sea.

It wasn't… difficult.

Annoying? Yes.
Undignified? Absolutely.
Was it making her irritable on principle alone? Also yes.

Still, she could do it.

She gripped the staff, arms flexing as she kicked upward, letting momentum carry her. The staff slammed into the next set of grooves with a satisfying clack. Controlled. Efficient.

"See, Mia?" she called out, voice echoing lightly off the stone. "Look. I'm doing it, aren't I?"

She hauled herself higher, boots dangling briefly over the cloud cover.

She waited for the inevitable commentary.

For the dry remark.
The correction.
The I told you so.

Nothing.

Liorra paused mid-swing.

"Oya, vod? You down there?" she called, breath fogging faintly inside her helmet.

Silence answered her.

A flicker of irritation crept into her tone. "Vod?"

Still nothing.

She shifted her weight carefully, trying to twist enough to glance over her shoulder without losing balance. Then she risked looking down.

Clouds.

Just clouds.

Mia was gone.

Liorra exhaled sharply through her nose.

Of course she was.

"Wait- hey, vod!" she called down again, the edge of real concern sneaking in. "How do I get down?"

She kicked up again, the staff catching another groove higher than she intended.

"Wait- how far does this go?!" Her voice cracked upward toward the sky. "Kriffin' ciryji bibi, vod!"

She hung there for a long second, arms locked, silently thanking the Manda she had even a quarter of her Rattataki stubbornness left in her.

The wind brushed against her armor.

The drums continued faintly from camp.

"Hello?" she called again, trying and failing to keep the panic out of it. "Help?"

She blinked behind her visor, grateful no one could see the way her expression twisted, and finally shouted down in Mando'a:

"Gaa'tayl!"

 

[Kael Varr Basteil Skirata]

Mandalore

Kael stopped his ascent. He heard a sound; someone was calling for help. This spurred him to work harder as he looked up to see if he could find the individual above him. Gar ogir, solus juha par gaa'tayl. Taylir bat, Ni cuyir olaror.

Mentioned: Liorra

 

[Vyse de Valorous]

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Frustration filled Vyse's mind as his shuttle landed for the gathering, and he went to prepare. While the artifact he was busy collecting was worth the wait, the fact the delays had caused him to be late vexed him abnormally. As he strapped into his armor he realized there was a shred of apprehension. Though having joined the order some time ago after saving the life of a veteran Mandalorian, busy work and his own goals had kept him away. This would be the first proper gathering he'd attend since his last order he served an age ago. The dots containing why he felt as he did, he rejected any somberness. The past was dead, these would be his new comrades, and he would be damned if he let anything get in the way of building connections to it.


Donning his cloak as the ramp lowered, he let it all wash off him as he walked down it. Looking at the gathering, he made a smirk. He would not let such emotions stand in his way. He walked down the ramp with a smirk on his face as he took in the sights of his order, letting the smells and sights wash over him. Many were already speaking and building bonds. However, he spotted one all by themselves even as the rest enjoyed themselves. His smirk became genuine. A wall flower would be easy to start with, and it looked like they needed someone to speak to.


Vyse would confidently stride over to Garo Vevut-Varkor , dressed in the armor he was given upon joining the Empire, it shinned and polished by his droids. "Perfer the company of droids?" He said in a joking tone. "I would too with these." He said admiring them. "I have a fondness for them myself."

 

[Garo Vevut-Varkor]

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Still eating his curry, Garo looks at the man and speaks in a calm tone.

"Kayatr Ga'yusr and I have been together for a long time."

He smiles at the canine basilisk and looks back at Vyse.

"I'm new here."

He says, gesturing toward the gathering.

"I learned the shamanism of our people from a traveling shaman. I heard about the Wolves, so I decided to come and find a mentor and learn how they interact with the Manda."

Vyse de Valorous

 

[Veyla Krinn]

Veyla didn't answer right away, letting the silence stretch until it was filled only by the rhythmic pulse of the camp. She watched the fire work its way through the wood, steady and patient, consuming the fuel without the need for spectacle. A stray breeze shifted the smoke sideways, carrying a wave of warmth and ash across the plateau before scattering it into the waiting dark.

Legacy.

The word didn't sit comfortably on her shoulders; it felt like a weight designed for someone else's frame.

"I'm not aiming for a monument, Siv," she said at last, her voice even and thoughtful rather than defensive. "I spent far too long trying to measure up to a legacy that wasn't mine to carry. It's a hollow way to live."

Her gaze moved briefly across the camp again, tracking the motion of the Wolves. They were laughing louder now, the sound of their camaraderie rising above the crackle of the flames. She watched as someone nearly tripped over a supply crate, only for a quick hand to reach out and steady them before they could hit the dirt. It was imperfect, messy, and entirely real.

"If I'm going to leave anything behind, I'd rather it be something smaller—something that actually breathes," she continued, choosing her words with a deliberate, unhurried grace. "I want them to know they don't have to harden themselves into something unrecognizable just to earn a place standing here."

She shifted her weight, resting her forearms across her knees in a mirror of his own posture, grounding herself in the moment. Her jaw tightened faintly, not from a surge of emotion, but from the simple, sharp recognition of the truth she was finally voicing.

"Strength isn't found in silence, and it certainly isn't in pretending you're certain when you aren't. It's staying. It's the choice to remain even when you're unsure of the path ahead."

The fire cracked, sending a spray of sparks toward the stars, and she leaned forward just enough to nudge a stray log back into the heart of the coals with the toe of her boot.

"If someone stands a little easier because I didn't make them feel like they had to prove their worth before they were allowed to exist... then that's more than enough for me."

She didn't look at him immediately. Instead, she kept her eyes on the horizon line beyond the camp—the dark, infinite stretch where the sky met the land without interruption. Behind them, the drums remained in perfect time, a heartbeat for the plateau that never stumbled, anchoring the chaos of the camp in a steady, relentless march.

"Legends are loud, Siv. They burn bright, they demand to be seen, and eventually, they burn out," she said, her eyes finally flicking back to his, steady and unflinching in the firelight. "I'd rather be the kind of steady that people don't realize they're leaning on until it's gone."

She let the thought hang between them, then let a faint smirk soften the gravity of her words.

"Besides, building a legacy is heavy work. I'd much rather spend my time making sure yours doesn't crush you. You handle the speeches and the grand visions; I'll be the one making sure the foundation stays solid while you're looking at the stars."

She tilted her head, the smirk turning into something a bit more mischievous as the drums beat on, unwavering.

"But if you start getting too poetic, don't expect me to stick around for the applause."
Siv Kryze

 

[Vyse de Valorous]

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Vyse would look at at the droid in detail admiring it's craftsmanship with a smile.

"I know the feeling of having a droid for some time. I have several b1 droids I've kept around. You can grow quite attached."

He said finding a spot to sit down.

"You and I are in a similar boat there. I've been kept away for some time. Though I've not heard much of shamanism. What sorta power does it grant?"

He spoke with clear curiosity burning in his tone.


Garo Vevut-Varkor

 

[Liorra]

"Yeah, okay, bud, I'm hanging on!" Liorra shouted down through the clouds. "I don't exactly know where you expect me to go!"

Her voice carried more bite than she intended.

Silently, she added several pointed thoughts about Mia's mentorship style, none of them flattering.

The wind tugged at her armor as she steadied herself, breath slow and controlled despite the tension creeping into her shoulders. She glanced at the staff in her hands, at the grooves carved into the beams above and below.

Fine.

If no one was going to rescue her from this, she'd get herself down.

Carefully shifting her weight, Liorra bent her elbows and let the staff dip, muscles burning as she guided it free from its current notch. The motion required precision, too much force and she'd lose control, too little and she'd stall mid-air.

She dropped it one rung lower.

The wood struck with a solid clack.

Boots swung briefly over the mist as she re-centered herself, jaw tightening behind the helmet.

"See?" she muttered to no one in particular. "Totally under control."

Another controlled dip. Another measured descent.

Annoying? Absolutely.

Humiliating? Potentially.

Impossible?

Not even close.

Still, as she worked her way down, she couldn't help but glance once more into the drifting cloud cover below, half-expecting Mia to materialize with some smug remark about problem-solving and self-reliance.

"Next time," Liorra grumbled under her breath, "I'm picking the ritual." She exhaled, and with a sigh continued on. "Do the ladder, she said, it'll be fun she said, go mingle," she said." Lio continued to grumble.

Mia Monroe | Adelle Bastiel | Kael Varr Basteil Skirata ​

 

[Adelle Bastiel]

Tags: Kirae Orade | Kael Varr Basteil Skirata | Liorra

"Kaysh mirsh solus"

Adelle frowned but didn’t look at Kirae. The young woman was hurting and lashed out of that hurt. She had caught the sharp downward turn in Kael’s mood, empath that she was, and would have to address that later. For now she stared at the fire, Phantom leaning over and rubbing her head against Adelle’s unarmored shin.

“Kaysh evaar’la,” she said. “Kaysh ven baj’hibir. I’d hoped he’d try to meet people, try to talk to them on his own. The only way to learn some skills is to do them.”

"Gaa'tayl!"

Her head snapped in the direction of the shout: the salmon ladder. Kael had begun his ascent above the plateau, his own instincts to help kicking in as he tried to ascend faster. Good instincts, bad tactic. A lesson for another time since this gathering was already stressful enough as it was for him. An eerily familiar voice called back down to him, answering with frustration.

“Keep an eye on Phantom for me, please?” she asked Kirae, turning back to look at the young Wolf. “She won’t bite but she prefers to sniff your hand first if you want to pet her.”

Phantom sat, her tail curling around her paws, as she looked up at Adelle with a half-lidded stare. Adelle pointed her finger at the spukami.

“Behave,” she said, pushing herself to standing. She strode through the gathered Wolves to the base of the ladder made of earth and magic. The earthen pillars tingled with energy but they were quite solid. Admiration was quickly replaced by pragmatism.

“Kael, ad, you’re still low enough you can drop and roll,” Adelle said, looking up. She couldn’t see the other voice that had called for help. “I need you to drop and roll. Can you do that for me?”

Without waiting for his answer, Adelle placed a hand on each of the earthen struts and sent her awareness through the ladder. Tactile contact helped give her an accurate picture of what she was dealing with. And somewhere above, where clouds obscured vision, she could feel another young woman slowly working her way down the ladder.

“Vod, keep working your way down,” Adelle called up. “You’re doing fine. You have back-up if you fall.”

 

[Vytal Noctura]

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Vytal looked to Dreidi Xeraic and then away from the group. With a faint smirk, the Warmaster slowly pulled away and back the way she'd come.

A short time later, the pale woman stood a few feet behind Adelle Bastiel as she called up to the pair above. "Good." Her emerald eyes peered up the ladder. "They've taken to the lesson well." While Liorra could do with a bit less vocalization for a Nighsister's taste, she hadn't frozen or lost control over her own body and fallen to her death.

"Kael," she called up after Kael Varr Basteil Skirata , "you should begin your descent before the two of you collide." Her voice held none of the worry that such a thing might happen that others suffering from or watching events unfold might feel. Why should she? Matters were well in hand.

OPEN​

 

[Kirae Orade]

Tags: Adelle Bastiel "Phantom"
Mentioned: Kael Varr Basteil Skirata

Her gaze flicked over towards Adelle. It was a good thing she still wore her helm, otherwise the scowl on her face would have betrayed her emotions. Though at the same time, her posture and voice perhaps already did that. She was definitely on edge. This entire thing had been a mistake in her eyes. She never should have signed up for the Wolves. Being social was not her way. She would protect her vod. She would kill for them. She would even die for them. But to make friends with them? That was out of her skillset.

"The first thing he needs to learn is that we are people. Not walls to be talked to. A conversation is a back and forth. And you don't make assumptions of strangers. I've bled for our people far longer than he has been a /member/ of our people. He only has his teeth still because he is your ad. Anyone else would have been shown how "inactive" I can be."

As Kirae heard the shout, she had leapt almost straight up to her feet. Inaction this. Inaction that. Whenever another vod was in danger, there wasn't a chance she'd stand by to help. At least that had been her plan, until Adelle told Kirae to...look after the cat. A damned cat. Her eye twitched beneath her helm in frustration, as she bundled her hands up into fists. It did not help that she was already frustrated. Already stewing in her own emotions. Was that all she was seen as good for? To look after a damned animal and not help one of her own?

With that being said, she threw herself down back onto the ground, waving her hand frustratedly through the air as if to let Adelle get on with it. Her gaze focused back onto the flames, accompanied only with her own thoughts...and the damned cat. But she did her best not to focus on the cat, folding her arms along herself, almost as Kirae was hugging her own body, hiding her hands beneath her arms. Phantom would not need to worry about any pets.​

 

[Dreidi Xeraic]

Location: Mandalore
Outfit: Dathomiri robes
Companion: Grisial
Equipment: Lightsaber, Ichor sword and Dathomiri Energy Bow
Tag: Vytal Noctura

Her observations were caught by Vytal, the fellow Dathomiri was clearly very perceptive and that should be of no surprise to Dreidi since she had never encountered a skilled witch who was not acutely aware of the surroundings around them. Dreidi gave a polite smile to Vytal as she moved closer to her Dathomiri sister, breathing in deeply, "gatherings like this... They are better than the ones I hear that Jedi and Sith hold. However, I do have some concerns that perhaps you could alleviate." Dreidi stated plainly.

She was not going to beat around the bush, Dreidi was someone who appreciated blunt honesty and she assumed that Vytal would be of a similar nature. Mincing words and trying to be delicate. They were not things that desired on Dathomir from Dreidi's experiences like they were required around the galaxy.

"Teaching our ways. Gifting these Mandalorians with the understanding of how we perform our arts and the knowledge of what a witch is like." Dreidi began, "does it not invite gifting outsiders the potential tools to decide they need not protect us any longer and simply wipe us out now that they know how we work?" Dreidi stated. While she did not think that Aether would betray his word and she did not think that the empire would attempt any genocide within their own borders. It was inviting such possibilities that Dreidi believed it was important to question the reasoning of revealing their ways.

"What if they think they know what makes us witches and start demanding we conform? Wearing beskar. Fighting in the ways that they believe to be best."