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[Mythra]

SEGMENT TWO:



Crowds of Mando’ade cheer and roar as the racers take off from the starting line and speed away down the track. The first straight bends into the first turn, the gentlest of the Sundari Speedway’s four turns. Even still, it punishes those who enter at speed and think technique is second to acceleration. Those that can find the right line will come out on top.

Declare a Braking modifier (-1) or Emergency Braking modifier (-2) before rolling if desired, at the end of your post.

Speed limit is 4.

Adelle Bastiel | Aselia Verd | Avast Verd | Juniper Le Fey | Siv Kryze

 

[Dral-Kar'ta Saandyr]

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Objective 1 Kael Varr Bastiel Skirata Veyla Krinn

He looked at the two friends and pondered their invitation of joining them for a drink. He had few friends himself as he tended to avoid familiar attachments as a way to control the unwanted emotions his Psychometry exposed him to so his first instinct was to use the excuse of his seriousness to decline but at times the effort of always being guarded and serious was just as taxing as the flow of others emotions and experiences could be. These two obviously had experiences that they were dealing with and Draal-Kar'ta ran the risk of internalizing those emotions. He looked down at his gloves, they would help him and the fact that Keal had offered the last of his objects to the flames boded well. This was, after all, a ceremony to atone and let go of the past and embrace a new future.

"I shall be honored to share a drink with you. Serious or not I find the taste of Ne'tra mixed with smoke evocative of good times around a camp fire with faithful comrades. We can speak of tales past." He looked at Kael adding in a not so serious tone. "And if you are truly a Medic, I would be interested to hear your recommendations to prevent ones Beskar'gam from chafing in a humid climate."

 

[Perseus]

Alsin Vex

"Well, not to be crass, but you are blind."

It was a little crass. The words came out almost matter-of-fact in its tone and substance. Namely the application as Alsin Vex stood before me. I took a deep breath. The decision was on me to make the connection. She could not see me. So I had to make it so.

"Grabbing your hand. Okay?"

I slowly reached out and hesitated for a moment before grabbing her hand. Bringing it to my face so she could "See" who I was. Having lived with many members who were losing sight due to our... genetics, this was not a new process to me. Feeling the cool skin of hers against my face. It was hot from just my natural geneticts, but also having just a moment ago been performing movements of combat.

"See my face. I am here and real."

 

[Alsin Vex]

Even with her eye wrap, it wouldn’t be hard to see that Alsin was somewhere between annoyed and understanding of the answer.

“I mean… yes, but….” She stopped. She wasn’t exactly excited to explain again, and she was essentially blind when it came to seeing Perseus, as he wasn’t exactly wrong either. She really didn’t know how to go about this, but then he asked if grabbing her hand was ok. Alsin looked where she thought Perseus was, nodding as she tried to see… well any part of his form.

Then she felt her hand placed on something that felt like a face. Warm, and she did her best to imagine the features of Perseus’s face. “I can feel it. Thank you.” She said, using her hand to guide where she “looked” this time. “You’re very good at this.”

Perseus

 

[Perseus]

While she may not have seen it, I physically blinked back and my head shifted away from her for a moment. Her hands would feel it and notice the hesitation before I took a deep breath. This was- Not something I wanted to talk about. Still fresh to me even if it was a couple years ago. She deserved an answer though.

"I have been around the blind before."

Short and to the point. There wasn't anything extra to explain. Just that I had done this. This would be enough for now. Yet, there was something forming in my throat. It pushed until coming out of my mouth before the filter was allowed to keep it constrained to my chest.

"You see people through the force don't you?"

As soon as I said it, I released a held breath in disappointment. If I wasn't willing to share about myself, then neither would she. Instead, I immediately added in a rushed tone.

"Don't answer. You don't have to."

Immediately pushing her away. Not physically, but emotionally. Why would I care about why she couldn't see me? Why would I care if she was here? She wasn't my people returned. She wasn't some Mandalorian mentor who could tell me when to speak. She is someone who has gone through her own things, but nothing like mine. I wont share that. Ever.

Alsin Vex

 

[Alsin Vex]

Alsin nodded, noticing the hesitation, and the way he moved away a little at the statement. But it was still good to know he knew how to handle the situation. Then he asked if her people saw with the Force. While he seemed to quickly get reluctant, saying she didn’t have to answer, Alsin smiled.

“Yeah. I’m a Miraluka. It’s why… well not seeing you is a bit of a surprise.” She said calmly, not needing to see to figure something was up. She moved her hand down to his shoulder, not sure if it’d make him feel more comfortable or not.

“Usually I can see people. If they’re strong in the Force even through walls or far off. I just… can’t see you though.”

Perseus

 

[Adelle Bastiel]

Sundari Speedway
Tags: Aselia Verd | Avast Verd | Juniper Le Fey | Siv Kryze

"Hey," she said, low and even. "Breathe."

Two very simple words that soothed the raw edges of her nerves, even as adrenaline rushed through her veins. Adelle focused on the track ahead—not the spectators roaring, not the positions of the other racers. Just the duracrete and the swoop beneath her. Breathe. It was just another race between her and Aselia.

The racetrack banked ahead, curving around to head away from the capitol. She knew from experience that this first turn was the kindest of the speedway’s multiple turns and even then, a racer had to be on point with their technique. Adelle let off the accelerator and braked as she entered the turn, trying to replicate what she and Aselia had done so many times before.

Braking (-1)

 

[Prisoner #36929]

Tags: Kael Varr Bastiel Skirata | Veyla Krinn | Dral-Kar'ta Saandyr
Equipment: X​

Solitude was a familiar weight, even in a crowd of thousands. Prisoner had drifted away from the blistering heat of the pyre toward the makeshift bar, finding a quiet corner where he could just... be.

Most of his night had been spent this way, observing the natural ease with which these warriors inhabited their skin. He felt like a ghost haunting a feast, a man with no history watching those who carried theirs with pride.

Without the presence of Mia Monroe to shadow, the sudden freedom felt both liberating and isolating. Ne'tra gal served as a steady companion.

His gaze fixed on a trio near the flames who seemed to be concluding a private ritual. They spoke with a relaxed intimacy that Prisoner envied.

He watched one of them toss a bag of belongings into the fire. It was a gesture of shedding the past that resonated deeply with Prisoner's own recent actions. When the group began moving toward the drinks, he instinctively adjusted his seat, scooting his crate closer to the path they were taking. He wasn't ready to speak, but he was hungry for the sound of genuine connection.

Voices carried over the crackle of the embers as the group approached. He caught snippets of their conversation, expecting profound declarations of war or philosophy. Instead, a comment about the practicalities of armor maintenance drifted through the air.

Wait. Did one of them ask about chafing in humidity?

 

[Siv Kryze]

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SUNDARI​

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The B&W-17 launched forward as Siv rolled into the throttle, the engine roaring beneath him while the pack tore down the straight under the lights of Sundari.

The first turn came fast.

A few riders hit their brakes almost immediately.

Siv didn't.

He kept the throttle steady and leaned into the curve cleanly, carrying speed through while others slowed themselves trying to play cautious early. The swoop held tight beneath him, smooth despite the pace, and he slipped ahead of a rider before the turn even finished opening back up.

His visor flicked briefly toward Adelle Bastiel nearby.

She took the corner carefully, but her line stayed controlled. No overcorrecting. No panic.

Ahead, someone pushed too hard and nearly scraped the barrier, sparks flying off the side of the track before they recovered.

Another racer farther back came into the turn even faster than Siv had, completely ignoring the idea of braking altogether.

That got the faintest shake of his head.

The pack started spreading out after that, engines stretching farther apart as everyone settled into the actual race instead of fighting the start.

Tags: Aselia Verd | Adelle Bastiel | Avast Verd | Juniper Le Fey​

 

[Kael Varr Bastiel Skirata]

OBJECTIVE 1- The Fires- Keldabe
Armor: Dauntless-type Beskar'gam
Blade: Tal'Alor Beskad
Primary Weapon: Plasma Bow
Secondary Weapon: Paired Beskar Tonfa

Kael smiled shyly as he went to the others to where the drinks were found. Sitting nearby, he felt he was being watched. Putting that aside, he fetched the drinks for the other two. He addressed Dral-Kar'ta, "I have found a quality body-glove that is an underlayment and interwoven with thermal controls, which goes far to alleviate chafing, as well as deliberate and frequent cleaning of my armor." He continued to look over his shoulder at the shadows; he felt the individual there more than saw him, and he wanted to invite him closer; however, he was already talking to the other two and didn't want to leave them out in the open. He only raised his cup in a silent offer to the shadows.

Veyla Krinn , Dral-Kar'ta Saandyr Prisoner #36929

 

[Perseus]

A snap of my head to the hand on my shoulder. It was unexpected. I didn't know what she was thinking, but it wasn't something... I found myself fond of. I stayed a moment after she voiced the notion of not seeing me being a new thing for her. Its when some of the pieces connected that because she used the force to see things, As someone without the force, someone who seemed to not exist within it to any degree, I was invisible to her. A deep breath before taking a step back to break contact.

"Yeah, Most people don't."

Noting how many over looked me. Even if I did stand much higher than most, my build looking like I was supposed to be some kind of towering powerhouse. Which I was not. I felt, violent. Yet another reason why this curse of being voided left me being alone. Always alone in this. Even if I had been accepted as a foundling, it was very tentative in the connection to them. Having to prove myself over and over again just to even breathe the same air they do. I grabbed the Kal from the belt-sheath and threw it. It was an angry and vengeful throw where it slammed into the wall and clanged to fall to the floor. Clattering across the surface before I turned around and took steps away from her.

"Stay if you want, but I still need to practice my grappling. Unless there is some way for you to see me, Its just gonna be watching things floating in the air moving."

A deep breath before I walked the distance to the Kal. Picking it up off the floor. Grip tightening in white knuckles. Eyes on my hands to see the red and white flesh meshing together and the scars on my fingers. All before my hand relaxed a bit. Releasing some tentation.

"Why are you here instead of at the feast?"

Alsin Vex

 

[Veyla Krinn]

Objective: 1
Kael Varr Bastiel Skirata Prisoner #36929 Dral-Kar'ta Saandyr

Veyla accepted the drink from Kael with a quiet nod of thanks, the warmth of the cup grounding her as they drifted toward the less crowded edge of the gathering. Around them, the uneven waves of music and laughter were softened by the cold night air rolling across Keldabe.

At Dral-Kar'ta's acceptance, the corner of her mouth lifted in a faint, knowing shadow of a smile.

"See?" she said lightly. "Not even Clan Saantyr can resist a decent drink and firelight forever."

The teasing was gentle. Less of a jab and more of an acknowledgment of his willingness to lower his guard, if only by a fraction.

When Kael launched into his clinical breakdown of armor maintenance, Veyla took a slow sip of her drink, watching him over the rim of her cup with growing amusement.

"I love that your remedy for battlefield trauma and spiritual upheaval is 'clean your gear and check your thermal linings,'" she observed dryly. "Practical, disciplined, and slightly obsessive. You're a credit to medics everywhere, Kael."

The affection in her voice was subtle but genuine.

Her gaze drifted briefly toward the shadows where a lone figure lingered. She caught the slight scrape of a crate being adjusted—a silent gravity pulling toward their conversation. When Kael offered a subtle, raised-cup salute to the darkness, Veyla caught the play immediately.

She didn't call the stranger out or force the moment. Instead, she shifted her stance, widening their small circle just enough to leave an unspoken seat at the table.

"Honestly," she continued, keeping her voice at a natural volume that easily carried to the nearby crates, "if humidity is your greatest enemy, you're already ahead of the curve. Half the vode I know treat basic hygiene like a personal insult from the Republic."

She shook her head, the firelight catching the crimson accents of her matte black beskar.

"But there is something strangely right about this," she added, her tone softening as she looked between Kael and Dral-Kar'ta. "One minute we're dissecting grief and the soul of a people, and the next we're debating body-gloves and chafing. It feels...honest. It feels like home."

 

[Alsin Vex]

Alsin looked surprised when she felt Perseus pull away, and at the knife being thrown and the steps walking away. She followed the knife, using it to gage where he was for the time beings. She would find somewhere the sit before being asked about why she wasn’t at the festival. Suddenly she tried to put on a mask of at least some confidence.

“Oh you know, just not my kind of thing.” While she sounded confident, she definitely didn’t sound like that was why she was out here. And honestly… given that Perseus was also not as keen on sharing, and seemed to be new…. She sighed.

“Ok. I’m still new to… this.” She motioned around at nothing in particular. “So I’m not sure what to really do, with it all…. Not sure why I’m telling you….”

Perseus

 

[Juniper Le Fey]

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The roar of the crowd was monumental as the racers took off, the energy in the stands already alive in a way that was impossible to ignore. Juniper felt it immediately, being watched, being seen, right where she belonged. She didn't care if she won or lost as long as they were watching.

Well, that wasn't entirely true. She wanted to win. She wanted to win more than anything.

The first turn was coming up fast, the track bending just enough to punish anyone who got careless. Juniper might not have had the same practice on this track as the others, but she had a long history of doing stupid things and paying for them, and that was more than enough to keep her from making the same mistake twice. She spared a quick glance to either side, catching the way a few of the others handled their speed, some already pushing, some hesitating, before her focus snapped forward again.

Just before the turn, Juniper eased onto the brakes, light and controlled. Not enough to slow her down in any meaningful way, just enough to keep the bike steady beneath her instead of fighting it. She let the others take their risks if they wanted to.

TAG: Adelle Bastiel Aselia Verd Avast Verd Siv Kryze
Breaking (-1)

 

[Dral-Kar'ta Saandyr]

Objective 1, The Fires of Keldable
TAG: Prisoner #36929 Kael Varr Bastiel Skirata Veyla Krinn


Accepting the drink he raised the beaker. "K'oyacyil" he offered as a simple toast.

He listened to Kaels recommendations seriously. Even if he asked the question as a half gest it still would be beneficial knowledge to have. Veyla seemed to think the same.

"My Ba'buir always said to me 'Draal, callouses are the battle scars of honest toil.' I am not afraid of toil or scars but there are some places I would not care to have them."At Veyla's mention of the habits of the Republic his stoic façade faltered as he let out what could almost be called, if not a laugh, at least a snicker. He downed the rest of his drink and with a hint of a smile declared. "I shall take no insult at the invocation of the softness of the Republic." It was clear he took the comment as a good-natured jab and not an insult. "Enduring pain and hardship from without is honorable, from within is foolishness. We will readily go without a fire and make no complaint but when there is a good fire to be had, with good companions it is something to be savored."

He slapped down some credits "Four more drinks." He ordered in expectation. Even with the more relaxed atmosphere fostered between the three he had still perceived their subtle actions. 'If this continues, we will have half the gathering joining us."

He was beginning to let his guard down and allow some of his inner personality show. But with Veyla's last, almost wistful comment he became serious again. Looking at her with a piercing gaze tinged with concern and stated firmly with conviction.

"These are the ruins of Keldabe, the heart of Mandalore. It has been and always be Home.' He gestured with an open palm to their surroundings then closed his hand into a fist and knocked it on the breast of his armor. "It shall be ever so."

 

[Kivah]

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FIRES OF KELDABE
Tags: Charlana
Gear: Goggles, Jacket, Autoblaster

Kivah relaxed a little bit more as Charlana explained herself. "Their music is terrible, but the booze is tolerable, and I've never seen so many people get weepy at a bonfire." She took another drink of ale from her bottle and moved out of the way as a man danced a little too close. "I used to do merc work out in CSA space. Lotta easy creds and cool chit out there if you don't mind relearning some morality. But they knew how to party. Drugs and drinks you've never even dreamed of, entire landspeeders that are just one giant speaker, bands that would grip you by the nerve endings and thrash your soul until you got it all out. And that's not even going into the lighting or pyro. Those dudes love their fire and lasers." For a moment Kivah was far out in the Galactic East, remembering underground raves lasting days until the espos rolled in and busted things up because their bribes had run out or their corporate overlords were threatening to come down on them.

"So you haven't been around Mandos much? But you're doing contracting on their behalf." Kivah's voice trailed off, thoughtful. Her ear dipped and she cocked her head, turning even that into a question.

 

[Perseus]

"You and me both."

Standing there a moment longer, just looking at the kal in my hand before turning to face her. She might have not seen that I had done so. Unless it was the blade and whatever was hanging off of me she could see. Attention brought to her with her comment of being new to this. Not sure what was going truly on. Just a little lost in what was happening. While she wouldn't see it, I did nod my head understanding the feeling. So I offered the smallest of tidbits.

"Even if you don't understand it, keep pushing. Otherwise, you will get stuck on what to do, and you won't move."

Movement, always keep moving. Because if one didn't, you would get stuck. inaction was the cause of so many problems. So often people planted their feet when they should run, or charge. But the fear of not knowing what is the correct choice, causes them to be unable to do so. Making them an easier target. I knew that first hand.

"Sometimes, that's all you can do. Is keep putting one foot in front of the other."

Alsin Vex

 

[Prisoner #36929]

Tags: Kael Varr Bastiel Skirata | Veyla Krinn | Dral-Kar'ta Saandyr
Equipment: X
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Embarrassment flared hot in Prisoner's chest as the Togruta raised a cup toward his shadow. His wide, red eyes scanned the group, realizing his attempts at being an insect on the wall had failed. The Nagai stared down into his empty glass, shifting his weight on the crate. Isolation was safe, but the pull of their easy camaraderie felt stronger than the urge to hide. Groups were a foreign concept to a man who barely knew himself, yet the open space they left in their circle felt like a silent invitation he couldn't ignore.

The sound of four drinks hitting the counter decided it for him. Standing up, Prisoner smoothed his clothing and crossed the short distance between his hiding spot and the three warriors. Stopping at the edge of the light, he looked between the trio, feeling every bit the outsider.

"Hi," he said, the word coming out more sheepishly than he intended. The casual talk about body-gloves and Republic hygiene had lowered the stakes, but his throat still felt tight. He gestured vaguely back toward the massive, roaring pyre behind them. "What was it you all threw into the fire tonight?"

 

[Quinn Varanin]

//: Tekton Artez //: Seris Mataan //:
//: Attire //:

Bonfires and alcohol. How much more Mandalorian could this get? Quinn paused, trying to figure out why she had allowed herself to come to something like this. She stood out; she didn't belong here. Everyone around her knew each other; they spoke like family, war-bonded till death.

It was something she had never experienced; the Sith were never like this, despite having comrades. Echani had battle sisters, pairs that fought in sync to the point they were the same person, but she had never had that.

In essence, her sister… Noelle should have been her battle sister, they had shared the same womb — but they couldn't be more different. The thought ached quietly in her chest; they were supposed to always be together.

But circumstance ruined it.

In her hand, she ran her thumb over a silver pendant, something both girls were given at birth. Quinn often wondered if her sister kept hers, wore it, and thought gently of the sister she never saw. Did Noelle think of her with loving thoughts, or had the Alliance ruined even that? Sighing softly, Quinn searched the Force often, wondering and waiting for a sign that her sister was safe.

Nothing ever came, and that void would forever fester.

The silver pendant remained in her hands; she knew the tradition, but she refused to partake. Quinn reluctantly put it away, perhaps next year.
As she turned to leave, someone bumped into her. She stopped and exhaled softly, a hand raised to wave off the individual.

"No need to apologize," she smiled, "I should have paid more attention."

Looking around, Quinn noticed the others had grouped themselves off, and it seemed she and the stranger were on their own. Her eyes turned back, she did her best not to be too alarmed at the beskar, and the intimidating aura the man gave off — completely not his fault…

"I think everywhere else is full, we can just stay here if you are looking for a place to settle." She moved aside, allowing him a pathway as she turned and faced the fire once more.

"I'm Quinn, by the way." She offered the man a smile as she looked at him for just a moment to introduce herself.

As she finished speaking, a woman with copper hair passed by. She thought she was Reina, but she wasn't. A surprise, but Quinn glanced fully, and if she looked up, she'd offer the woman a welcoming smile. It seemed she, too, was looking for a place to relax.

 

[Alsin Vex]

Alsin thought over what she was just told, muttering "If only it was that easy" to herself as she rubbed underneth her eye wrap. Not that there was anything there really, but it seemed like something she did to think. She wasn't sure how long the festival would be, but took a breath. It was still a lot, but maybe she did actually have this. She then looked at where she thought Perseus was, thinking a bit.

"So, question. You've given me some good advice, but.... why are you out here then instead of celebrating? Seems like that's where you'd be, ya know?" The question was innocent, but when she couldn't read a face, she had to figure out other ideas. Just asking the question seemed to be the best way to get answers. Especially since Perseus seemed to know more about all this than her, and while her new clan had been trying to help.... honestly maybe part of her was still bitter about her homeworld. Still... she could figure this out right?

Perseus