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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.

(Open to interaction)

 

[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

 

[Adelle Bastiel]

The Verd'goten

Rock made contact. Adelle’s head lurched to the side as pain flared across her body. She staggered but kept her footing. Above the ringing, above the sound of fighting and the crowds, she heard the crash of something louder.

The gong.

Adelle stayed still for a moment, numbness setting in where pain had blossomed a moment before. Alive. Her arms slowly lowered from her head. Chunks of rock lay scattered on the ground all around her. She was alive. Her durasteel beskar’gam was dented in several places where they hit, and intellectually, she knew there would be some fractures she would need to tend to later. The boulder had been flying too fast for human reflexes.

She couldn’t touch the Force. The drugs were wearing off but it was slow. The Force hung on her periphery, just out of reach. Krayt attacked relentlessly, Adelle barely keeping up. He struck her wrist, cracking it. The hilt dropped from her hand.

Too slow to recover. Pain ripping through her face, the mask that muted her cracking and shattering under the assault. Blinding pain. Devaronian blood poison. Agony as raw as her screams—

*

Phantom felt the shift in the strange bond she had with Adelle. Like the string of a toy that had been pulled too tight and was in danger of snapping. As soon as the loud metal thing shouted again, she tensed to shoot off her perch on Red. But Red suddenly grabbed her and set her down. Phantom briefly licked a shoulder in annoyance before sprinting off through the arena, now rumbling as the strange earth formations settled back down.

*

Teeth squeaked as she clenched her jaw, Mand’alor the Reclaimer’s speech washing over her, barely heard. Not here, not now. She wasn’t done. She still had to hold it together. Kael approached. Kael. Adelle pushed everything back down, far behind her mental shields. She couldn’t fall apart. Not now. Not here. She drew on the Force, bolstering her concentration on making it through the next few minutes.

A small weight landed on her shoulders and something gently bumped against her helmet. Phantom. The ringing in her ears dulled a bit and Adelle took the first normal breath she had in a while. She made a low gesture at Kael with her hand, indicating he should wait for the Mand’alors’ decision.

"From where I'm standing, I don't see Foundlings anymore. I'm seeing full-fledged warriors. What are you seeing, Mia?"

Adelle made herself look at the Liberator, taking her lightsaber back without touching the woman’s hand. It clicked back into place at the back of her belt. Phantom bumped against her helmet again. <<Here. With me. Safe.>>

"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.”

Aether’s message still hung in the bottom left corner of her HUD. Get him to stay put. Right. She could do that. She’d bought time, she could manage a conversation. The Liberator moved past Isley, clapping his shoulder, and approached Reina. But before she could try to initiate a conversation, Adelle had something important to take care of.

“You did good,” she said, turning to Kael. “Control needs work, but you did good, ad’ika. Go check your armor, treat your inuries. Celebrate. I’ve got something to take care of first.”

She waited until Monroe seemed engaged in conversation with the redheaded mercenary before she approached Isley the Reclaimer.

“Been a while since I’ve seen you around,” she said, putting a hand on her hip. “I never did schedule a follow-up appointment for you back on Monastery. How’s the arm?”

Spoiler: Tags

Mia Monroe
Isley Verd
Kael Varr Basteil Skirata
Reina Daival
Aselia Verd

 

[Kael Varr Basteil Skirata]

OBJECTIVE 1
Primary Weapon: Plasma Bow
Secondary Weapon: Paired Beskar Tonfa

Kael in that moment froze long enough for the old ones to cease their yapping. Yes yes, they had been brave, yes yes they had survived. Words were wasted like credits at a pod race. All of his concern was for Adelle. Her familiar had raced to her side, batting at her as if to wake her from a dream. He had to move, but the injured parts of him protested. He looked to his Buir and saw her speaking with the male Mand’alor. Rage started to spark up inside him. Just the rage to push him to Adelle’s side. He wanted to rage at this man, but just as soon as he made it close enough, his rage ran out of fuel, only replaced by bone deep weariness. He placed his gauntleted hand on Adelle’s shoulder, not interrupting but also letting her know he was there. Behind his mask he glared at the Sith Mand’alor, whoever he was. If he wasn’t so tired he would lash out at this person that now seamed to talk so easily with his Buir.

Adelle Bastiel Isley Verd

 

[Leddie Gred]

Leddie jumped slightly when Reina Daival handed her her pistol belt. "Oh! Uh.... Th-thanks." The zabrak seemed to struggle with the belt for a moment, hands still shaking thanks to her not really being ok right now. But she could keep calm around everyone, right. Jett Vox had already left, and Leddie couldn't blame her. It still felt like her mind kept going back and forth from the flood of old memories and how the whole fight went down. She then saw Mia Monroe , clearly taking her words more than Isley Verd , but still.... She didn't exactly feel the high the former Mand'alor seemed to suggest.

She could tell something was going on in Adelle Bastiel 's head, but she didn't want to push. She honestly felrt like she needed time to rest.... Or just go play some bes'bev at one of the cantinas around. She saw Mia walk up though, talking to Reina. She wasn't surprised. Reina really knew how to fight, so it made sense. She then looked at the other young woman, managing a smile, happiness for her success beating back some of the hurt from the fight.

"That's... that's amazing." Leddie said, looking over at them.

 

[Reina Daival]

Tag: Mia Monroe Leddie Gred Quinn Varanin
Objective:

Sore. Check. Angry? Somewhat check? Hate them? Strangely enough no. They did their jobs. Their roles. Anyone who hated the Mand'alors for that were being blinded by their own emotions and pain. Funny how that realisation came from a...Dark Jedi. Yes. That's the term she'd use for herself. She shook her head for a moment, dismissing the thought from her mind, as her eyes searched out for Quinn in the crowd, before Mia came wandering on over, and the Siren blinked at her words.

Before she could say anything herself, Leddie seemed to speak first. It was amazing. Was it? Reina wasn't sure herself. A Clan was like a family. Reina didn't do well with families. Even if she had found her birth family, she stayed a fair distance from them out of fear of hurting them. The Jedi had meant to be a family for Reina, but they had hurt her. Broken her and she still hasn't been fixed since. Yet she shook her head to dismiss that thought, glancing over towards Mia and giving the woman an awkward, pain-filled smile.

"I...would like that. Very much."

Little did she know the...Let's use the word, "hatred" that her current Master and Mia shared between each other. A hatred that would perhaps make things much more difficult for her. But that was in the future, not right now and so Reina just stood there without a care in the world...Well, she still had a few cares, but none that involved the Arena.​

 

[Isley Verd]

Assets: Armor | Lightsaber

KALEVALA
The Arena

The battle had drawn to a close.

The last of the shifting earth had calmed. The youth of Mandalore had proven themselves to be warriors. The test, admittedly, was extreme. But this era was defined by extremes. When the day came, they would have to stand firm against true monsters in the Force. Monsters who would not be stalled by mere Ysalamiri alone. It would take the full might of Mandalore to stop them. Yet, having seen what the next generation is capable of, Isley felt hopeful for the future.

After Mia had spoken, Isley regarded her with a casual, two-fingered salute. He then quelled the hunger of his armor, focusing on nothing else save silencing its ravenous appetite. After all, it wouldn't do to inadvertently snack on the audience when Isley went on his way.

"With all that said, it's back to retirement for me." Isley began, speaking to no one in particular. "You lot bring me hope that what befell Mandalore won't happen again. Because next time, you'll be around to stop it from happening. You have much to learn, yes. But when the time comes, you'll be ready."

Isley then took a step forward to leave the arena, but was approached by the Jedi-turned-Mandalorian. The Togruta was not far behind. And judging from the fury emanating from the young warrior and his hand on her shoulder...ahhh.

"It has been quite a while, if memory serves?" Isley then raised his left arm. "Everything's been holding up since last we spoke. I appreciate your assistance back then."

He then motioned his chin towards the Togruta.

"I'm assuming that one is your son?" The hints were everywhere. Namely, his fury and her consistent defense of the Togruta throughout the battle. Isley knew that sort of care anywhere - for he'd do the same for any of his children. His gaze then fell upon the Togruta for a moment.

"Could you do me a small favor? There was a young warrior fighting with you who just left - do you mind bringing her back here for a moment? I something for the both of you."

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Adelle Bastiel Jett Vox Kael Varr Basteil Skirata (Directly)​

 

[Kael Varr Basteil Skirata]

OBJECTIVE 1
Primary Weapon: Plasma Bow
Secondary Weapon: Paired Beskar Tonfa

Kael glared for a moment at the former Mand'alor, then, with a momentary check with his Buir, he moved off to find Jett. Drawing a bit on the force to steady his movements and silence his pain, if only temporarily, he caught up to her. "Miss Vox, a moment. The Dark Mand'alor asked for both of us, said he had something to give us." Kael said a little breathlessly. "You fought well, by the way, much smarter than I did." It was clear he hadn't seen her stop mid-fight. "Come, my Buir is there talking with him, and then you can go take part in the other competitions, heck, I'll cheer you on, seeing how I'm too busted up to do well in any of them. Too bad too, I would have loved to put what bit of training living in the wild had given me to use in the land nav competition." Now that he had pushed himself to catch up to her, his pain was back, and he had to work to keep his face neutral and free of pain.

Adelle Bastiel Isley Verd Jett Vox

 

[Jett Vox]

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Objective 1/2; Second Hammer Throw

Kael Varr Basteil Skirata found Jett at the Spear Throw, where she was preparing herself for a second hammer throw (the first spear toss was a hammer throw, how she mistook the spear for a hammer was beyond her. Perhaps she still had a concussion). When she spotted him, she nodded, silently agreeing to join him, but she took a moment and said; <bzzt> "Just a second." <bzzt>

She grabbed the second hammer and gripped it with both hands. She spun and released it, and just as with the first, she did not watch to see where it fell, instead turning to Kael and saying simply; <bzzt> "Okay, let's go." <bzzt>

She took off her helmet once more and side-by-side, followed Kael back to the arena where Isley Verd awaited them.

Her long orange-red hair spilled down her back, a pretty uncommon thing but oddly common among Mandalorians. Perhaps there was something to be said about the temperament of redheads?

 

[Isley Verd]

Assets: Armor | Lightsaber

KALEVALA
The Arena

The former Mand'alor patiently awaited the return of the young warriors.

And upon their arrival, his gaze first fell upon the Togruta.

"Thank you for bringing her." he said, offering a polite decline of his head. "Now then, as I am responsible for the destruction of your armor, I would like to offer you a replacement. You are now a vod and beskar'gam is your right. I am sure our liege would agree with me saying this - House Verd would be honored to forge it for you."

He then looked to the young woman.

"You have exceptional aim, but your arsenal held you back during this fight. In a true battle, timeouts don't exist and you'll need to be prepared for facing down every manner of beast. To get you started..."

Isley reached for his utility belt and tugged free a tomahawk. He then held it aloft, offering it to her.

"This tomahawk renders a favored technique of the Sith - lightning - a moot point. May it serve you well."​

Kael Varr Basteil Skirata , Jett Vox , Adelle Bastiel​

 

[Adelle Bastiel]

The Verd'goten
Tags: Isley Verd | Kael Varr Basteil Skirata | Jett Vox

A hand fell heavily on her shoulder. Adelle’s head snapped in its direction before she recognized Kael’s presence. The sudden weight and pressure strained the limits of her concentration but she held. Later, she’d have to talk to Kael about touching someone without their knowledge or consent, even with something as simple as a hand on the shoulder.

"It has been quite a while, if memory serves?" Isley then raised his left arm. "Everything's been holding up since last we spoke. I appreciate your assistance back then."

He then motioned his chin towards the Togruta.

"I'm assuming that one is your son?"

“I’m glad to hear it,” she said. She half-turned towards Kael at Isley’s nod. “Yes. I’m still training him but he’s learned well so far.”

When Isley made his request of Kael and her son looked to her, Adelle nodded. Sith though he was, she could sense no ill-intent from Isley. He had been true to his word before when she’d spent days healing his arm. And if he wanted them dead, he wouldn’t need the pretense to do it.

She watched Kael walk out of the arena then turned back to Isley. “I know you’re a busy man, but I don’t suppose I could talk you into a drink? After I get checked out by the medics of course. I’ve heard a lot about you lately and I have some questions.”

When Kael returned with the redheaded girl, Adelle stepped aside quietly so that the former Mand’alor could say what he needed to. The offer of a full set of beskar’gam from House Verd’s forges no less surprised her. That was an honor and she hoped Kael had the good sense to see past whatever fueled the exhausted rage to accept it. Isley again surprised her as he gave the redhead a weapon from his own armament. Adelle could feel the Force energy within, Dark in its origins, and knew that whatever had been done in its forging, Isley’s claim about it nullifying Sith lightning was true.

She was pushing how long she could keep her concentration in the Force up after that fight. Adelle hoped she could find a quiet moment soon. But she had to do this. She had to at least try to get Isley to stick around for a conversation.

 

[Kael Varr Basteil Skirata]

OBJECTIVE 1
Primary Weapon: Plasma Bow
Secondary Weapon: Paired Beskar Tonfa

Kael noticed his Buir's tension when he put his hand on her shoulder, so he refrained from doing so again, even if, at the moment, with her injuries, he wanted to carry her off to the infirmary. He knew better, but he was worried about Adelle. Then the words that the Mand'alore had said finally sank in, "Did I hear you correctly, sir? You are giving me a true set of Beskar'gam?" He did his best to keep his voice low and respectful, but on the inside, he wanted to cry. He had been trying to make do with his Duraplast armor for so long, and on the day that he became a full member of the Mandalorians, he was being given a proper set of armor. "Ner da'ha, jatne vod, Ni malyasa'yr sa'ana at cuyir e'ne be ibic dinui."
Adelle Bastiel Isley Verd Jett Vox

 

[Mia Monroe]

Mia’s gaze moved briefly to Leddie whose hands and voice shaking in the wake of the adrenaline. She offered her a small smile before settling her focus back on Reina as she answered. There was more she wanted to say, a vow she wanted to make to the siren, but it was not for others to hear. Pride swelled in her chest and she settled a gentle hand on her shoulder and gave it a small squeeze before letting go.

Stepping back slightly she let her eyes move to Leddie. “Your father will be proud, you fought well today.” she gestured to the tremble in her hands “You need some food, and a sweet drink. It will help with the shakes.” Her eyes flicked back to Reina. “And both of you will need to see the medics. Don’t wait until tomorrow, it’ll hurt more then.”

Her eyes swept past them, rising to the slowly emptying stands before settling once more on Reina. “Go, I'll catch up with you shortly, I need to check in on the others.”

With that she moved away, wondering how Tessa and Liorra might take to Reina. She was long overdue for a conversation with the latter. She let out a small sigh, scanning for the others. Jett, Kael and Adelle stood with Isley but there was still one separated from the others.

The only foundling who seemed to be unrattled by any of it. Mia approached her with a small smile. “I'm normally pretty good with names and faces, but I am ashamed to admit that I don't know you.”

Tag: Reina Daival Leddie Gred Seris Mataan

 

[Itzhal Volkihar]

| Location | Kalevala, Outer Rim Territories

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For a moment, time slowed to a crawl in that strange sprawl of extended movement, quicker than a blink of an eye and yet perfectly clear in hindsight as the boulder crossed the distance in a blur of motion. Silver armour, recently forged, glinted in the sun above as their wearer threw their arm out in a desperate lunge that launched the tonfa in their hand, far quicker than the motion suggested; it vanished in a flicker—the vague outline barely identifiable, before it embedded itself in the rough stone. Milliseconds later, fractures spread in minuscule cracks that rapidly deepened, until the boulder shattered into hundreds of pieces.

It wasn't enough to stop it.

Itzhal trailed off, his words stolen in the moment before impact. Beskar plates that lay upon his shoulders like the peak of mountains, braced themselves, an instinctive urge that he had little reason to squash as the shrapnel connected with Adelle's armoured frame. Tessa's voice faded to the background with a hissed expletive that was terribly appropriate under the circumstances. Isley's words were reduced to even less than that, a sequence of vibrations that formed an unintelligible sound. He would have to listen to the speech over the recording.

The display of his HUD shifted with a muttered word, accessing a camera feed that overlooked Adelle and, by extension, her young ward, as he closed the distance between them. Tension clung to the Togruta's frame, their sharp movements emphasised by the beskar plates they had earned the right to wear, though not yet settled upon their body like a second skin. It would come in time—As long as they survived.

Adelle Bastille stood, her body braced against an impact that had already passed, fatigue moulded to her limbs, dragging her arms lower as the seconds passed and they remained in the aftermath of shattered stone.

Idly, his blue eyes shifted from the screen and the celebrations that were now free to proceed without the fear of a dead participant, instead lingering on the movements of the woman beside him.

"Ah, yes," he started, attempting to remind himself of the previous conversation before everything had collided. It was harder than he expected, the silence lingering for a moment as he considered his words. "She is driven, resourceful, and although I am not sure she would agree with me on the matter, she is resilient. In that regard, I consider her a friend."

He'd check up on her later, once she'd finished with whatever purpose that had her striding towards the former Mand'alor rather than the medbay that was already prepared for incoming participants.

With deliberate slowness, he pivoted his Buy'ce to face Tessa, the dark visor reflecting a faint glimmer of light from nearby scones that snuck between the stretch of the pillars on either side of their conversation. His head inclined slightly to the right, searching for the appropriate words to bridge the silence.

They didn't come.

What would she say if he asked about her friends? If he asked how she was settling in?

In many ways, he already had, but the questions had been different then, a shade lighter than the concerns that he could only describe with blunt words more appropriate for an interrogation than a moment shared between two people who could be considered less than friends, probably not even acquaintances. It was easier in the bar when he'd considered it a single meeting—most people never got a second meeting, either because they got out or because they ended up buried. Their faces faded amongst a deluge of second chances and a light offered to those who couldn't see the road ahead.

Tags: Tessa Thayne​

 

[Jett Vox]

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Objective - 2

Jett was shocked that a Mandalore wanted to talk to her but she did her best to hide her surprise. She quietly accepted his criticism, but mentally tacked on about twenty more. Still, his compliment about her aim helped what little ego she had, since she'd only been training less than a week, and she gave an awkward bow. It was the best she could come up with in the moment. Her hand outstretched, she accepted the Akaa'gai graciously.

She gave a nod to Kael Varr Basteil Skirata , an overdue 'thank you' for rescuing her during the battle. She vaguely remembered his fuzzy features from when she was knocked senseless by her own actions, and he had sacrificed his own advantage to drag her to safety. Another embarrassing moment Jett would tuck away into the recesses of her mind.

Seeing Isley Verd move on to regard the other Mandalorian, and Adelle Bastiel Jett took the moment to sneak away, and quietly left the arena again to return to the Hammer Throw event for her final attempt. She found the field quickly. At this point, she'd almost been there longer than any other part of the Verd'goten for the most part... After sliding her helmet back on, she found the last hammer and grabbed it by it's chain. Spun once, and then released. Just like last time, she didn't watch where it fell but noticed she'd managed quite the distance with the first two. Currently her combined Hammer Throw score was 18+19, leaving her with a respectable 37.

Once the hammer was in the air, she was already on her way to the spear throw. There was still... a lot of catching up to do.

Hammer Throw (current) score: 37+

 

[Leddie Gred]

The young Mandalorian smiled as she heard Reina Daival answer, looking at her with a smile as she was accepted into a clan. She vaguely remembered being rescued from slavers, and then her buir taking her in until her clan had to leave Concord Down. Her jagyc'buir and dalyc'buir after that. It was still important to her though. Knowing she had somewhere to turn. Even with... everything that seemed to always try to haunt her.

Leddie looked at Mia Monroe , that worry and fear that had come from deep inside her now fading some. The words pushing them back into the recesses of her mind. She had fought. They all fought. And they didn't get too beat up right? Still, the Zabrak would give a nod, knowing Mia was right. She needed to see a medic, and probably get some food and drink. She then looked at Reina again, trying to shake off the last of her worries. "Well, I better go talk to the medics. Make sure everything's really ok." She was about to start walking before thinking for a moment. "Might try to find somewhere to play my bes'bev later."