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[Aurelian Veruna]

Tags: Sibylla Abrantes

Aurelian kept his gaze fixed on the armored woman near Quinn, his eyes narrowed in scrutiny. If she was the one looking after Adelle's pet, she was clearly deeper in the inner circle than he had realized. Adelle really did need to curate her associations more carefully if she intended to maintain her status as his Mandalorian friend-adjacent. To see her guardian-by-proxy conversing so casually with Quinn felt like a personal affront to his taste in allies.

The sudden, heavy resonance of the gong signaled the end of the bout, but the tension didn't snap with the sound. Aurelian watched, his breath hitching, as a massive boulder hurtled toward Adelle through the air. For a heartbeat, time seemed to slow.

Then, the Togruta intervened. With a flash of movement, the stone was shattered into a spray of lethal fragments. Aurelian reacted instinctively, stepping in front of Sibylla and raising his arm to shield them both from the whistling debris. He felt the grit of the arena floor pelting his sleeves.

As the dust began to settle, he peered through the haze to find Adelle okay. He lowered his arm and brushed a layer of gray silt from his shoulder, though his eyes remained on the warrior who had intercepted the blow.

"Remind me to buy that one a drink later," he muttered, gesturing toward the Togruta. He didn't like being caught off guard, but he could certainly respect someone who prevented his friend being hurt.

He turned to Sibylla, his usual composure returning even if his pulse was still a bit fast. The spectacle was over, and the speeches were starting. He had zero interest in being lectured on the philosophy of war from a distance. "We should go find Adelle soon."

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[Jett Vox]

Objective II​

Jett reached the near empty spot where the spear-throw had gone on. Few remained engaging in the trial, but she was angry and needed an outlet. The Mando-in-Red strode angrily to where the spears had been stuck for the competitors. She reached over and grabbed one, hefted it in her hand and tested the balance. Then she spun it in her hand, and strode purposefully to the line where the trial took place. Her arm feigned a throw, turning her waist and hips, her toe digging in on her right foot, and her heel crunching with her left foot.

With all her might she wheeled back and threw, the pike leaving her fingers with a hum. She didn't stay to watch where it landed either. Jett had one thing on her mind, and that was that she had a hammer to throw. She was already so discouraged from the fight - her head still throbbing - that she couldn't read the read-outs on her helmet which were spinning like a dial estimating the distance of her throw.

Before then, she was already on her way to the third objective. She had - after all - promised herself to engage in all three before the end of the Verd'goten.

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[Tessa Thayne]

Tessa tensed as the boulder flew in Adelle’s direction before being shattered, She tore her gaze from the holoscreen, eyes dropping to the floor as she let out slow breath. “Haar'chak, buir.” She muttered under her breath. What had her mother been thinking? She could have killed Adelle, she bit back the flash of anger and shook her head.

She turned her body away from the screens, Isley’s voice echoing around the room as he addressed the survivors. They were full fledged adults, their trial was complete and so was their journey to becoming a mando’ade. She brought the bottle to her lips, draining the last of it, before setting the empty bottle on the nearby table.

Watching her mother fight on a holo was bringing back memories she’d rather keep buried, and the only way she knew how to do that was under a haze of alcohol. She’d save that joy for when she was less surrounded.

“You were saying something about Adelle?”

Itzhal Volkihar

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[Sibylla Abrantes]

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Aurelian Veruna

Truth be told, the strike of the gong did little to settle Sibylla's nerves as she finally remembered how to breathe.

Everything had been so chaotic that Sibylla barely had the chance to register the Togruta's intervention before Aurelian moved and stepped in front of her. Sibylla ducked her head, bringing her arms up as she found herself curled against Aurelian's chest, fragments of debris striking a few observers in the crowd.

Alarm at Aurelian and whether Adelle was alright flared within her breast as Sibylla drew back to try and find out for herself. Aurelian didn't seem worse for the wear if a bit dusty, but Adelle...

The panic rose again, her eyes searching the cloud of dust over the arena. There she was. Worse for wear but alive.

Thank Shiraya.

Sibylla exhaled softly, tension easing from her shoulders as she followed Aurelian's gesture toward the Togruta.

"Yes," she murmured, a hint of warmth returning to her voice. "I think that would be a very wise investment for all of us."

And when he spoke of leaving to meet up with Adelle, Sibylla did not argue. She wanted to make sure Adelle was alright. And then, as the crowd shuffling around them began to disperse, for a second Sibylla gave a faint glance back toward the arena, toward Quinn... and then she turned away.

"Come, Marcus," she added softly, stepping alongside him. "Time to meet the other party of your expanding circle of friendship."

~ Exit thread ~​

 

[Reina Daival]

Tag: Isley Verd Seris Mataan Kael Varr Basteil Skirata Adelle Bastiel Mia Monroe
Objective:

Smoke, dust and dirt continued to spew through the air as the combat went on. A maelstrom of violence that Reina was partly relishing in. This was the kind of fight she could enjoy. No-one innocent was in danger. Anyone who got hurt, or even died, had known what they were getting into. At least in her eyes that was how it worked. This was a fight to prove yourself, not one for survival. If it had been for survival, perhaps she would have had more sympathy for those who had been hurt, though she doubt it. After all, she was scarred herself from this fight.

Her hand reached out to catch the weapon from Leddie Gred . It wasn't entirely necessary in Reina's eyes, she was enough of a weapon with her own bare hands, but she wasn't going to be stubborn enough to ignore that kind of assistance. It wasn't a model she was familiar with, but Reina brought it up to prepare to fire, though hesitated for a moment, as she saw the boulder coming soaring towards Adelle Bastiel . The Siren was sure that the other woman would be fine, why wouldn't she be? Someone else would more than likely help her.

Instead, Reina turned her gaze back, once again ready to fire before the Gong went off. Oh. That was it? She blinked to herself, the instinct to fight evaporating almost immediately as she wandered over towards Leddie Gred , chucking her gear back towards the Mandalorian, zoning out during the conversation. Most of it didn't apply to her anyway. She was just here to pass and prove herself as a member of the culture. It would open many doors for her, and potentially more companions, though she wasn't sure on the last part if she thought about it.​

 

[Mia Monroe]

Mia’s stance relaxed, the beskad flipping in her hand as she lifted it back into place at the sheath over her shoulder, the lightsaber she’d stolen from Adelle deactivated and she inclined her head in acknowledgment to Seris’s salute as Isley addressed them, the stone walls and crevices she’s torn open closed and settled back down into the earth, the arena mostly returning to its original state as the dust settled.

She moved towards Adelle, flipping the deactivated blade in her hand and offering it for her to take, before turning away, moving back to the centre as she lifted the buy’ce from her head. Blood stained her lips and chin where it had left her nose, courtesy of Kael, more still from an ear where her dampeners had failed to react fast enough to Reina’s scream. It was important for them to see they had drawn blood, that she was not invincible.

Her eyes rolled over all of them individually, pausing to track Jett as she made her exit, anger swelling around her. She was young, understanding would come later for her. She brought her focus back as Isley turned to look at her and she smiled, hooking her buy’ce to her belt.

“I see brothers and sisters who stood together against insurmountable odds and survived. I see warriors who adjusted and adapted to everything we threw at them did not balk. I see those who will protect the future of Mandalore and its virtues. I see Mando’ad. Children of Mandalore.”

She swept her gaze over them again. “You will be sore. You will be angry. You might even come to hate us. And that is okay, the Reclaimer and I did not come here to be kind, nor to win your hearts. We came here to test you, and I think it's safe to say you passed with flying colours. So go, return to your sponsors, your clan leaders and do so with your head held high.”

She moved past Isley, clapping him on the shoulder as she did with a grin before approaching Reina, her next words quiet and meant only for her.

“You did well today. You should be proud. My clan is only small, but there is room for you within it, Reina.”

Reina Daival Kael Varr Basteil Skirata Jett Vox Seris Mataan Leddie Gred Adelle Bastiel Isley Verd