Private Welcome To Kestri

[Eliz Krayt]

It was that obvious? Not that he was trying to hide his feelings for her. Just, he didn't expect Jenn Kryze to be so blunt about it. The young Hybrid's cheeks turned a bit red. He went to answer, though it just came out as a series of stutters that was swiftly silenced as the armored Mandalorian continued to speak. Right. Duty before heart. The blush abruptly ended then as he lowered his gaze.

Was that what this was?

"She'll be Vod soon enough."

 

[Jenn Kryze]

"You wish to make her vod because you love her, rather than because of her worth as a warrior." Another statement, delivered as bluntly as ever by the fearsome figure clad in beskar. Hers was a warrior's countenance: there was little room afforded to subtlety when it came to her perception of the universe around her, treating life as one would a firefight.

"The choice must be hers, and it must be made out of a genuine desire."

Eliz Krayt

 

[Eliz Krayt]

"She'll be vod because she chose that path on her own. Even now she learns more of the Resol'nare in preparation for her Verd'goten. She's a far better warrior than I'll ever be." There was a harshness to his tone. He'd been patient, knowing that Jenn Kryze 's belief in the old ways were likely a cause for some of her hostile tone. But to speak about Gwyn in such a way, to suggest that Eliz was forcing her into this life or that the girl was unworthy.

His grip tightened around the communicator, cracking it as he kept a rather unamused expression in the masked woman's direction.

"You shouldn't speak of things you don't have all the facts to, Ner Vod."

 

[Jenn Kryze]

''I will do as I wish.'' Suddenly, her whole demeanour changed: her voice was harsh, her body language betraying years of repressed violence, the being standing before Eliz Krayt one of pure, unabated destruction. So it was that Jenn of Clan Kryze walked over to Eliz, hands balling into fists. ''Or do you intend to challenge me on behalf of your paramour, Vod?''

Perhaps this was only an outburst- or perhaps this was the true face of the warrior before him. A creature of fire and brimstone... filled with an unquenchable thirst for blood and glory.

 

[Eliz Krayt]

Annoyance and anger filled the young Mandalorian's face. He full on glared at Jenn Kryze , both of his own hands balling into fists as he tucked away the now broken communicator in his pocket. Even without his Beskar'gam, he wasn't going to let someone just insult Gwyn like that. The young woman was trying her hardest. "Do you intend to take back what you said about her?" The second there was anything but an apology, Eliz launched his head forward.

Beskar or not, the boy was far stronger than he seemed. It'd hurt like hell for him to smack his head into the helmet, but the inhuman speed and force behind it was meant to catch her off guard.

 

[Jenn Kryze]

Eliz was faster than she would have thought- stronger, too. When he spoke those pitiful words, she answered in a tone all but dripping with disdain, clearly hoping to get a rise out of him- and boy, did she succeed! ''Not unless you make me.'' As soon as the words left her mouth, the hybrid slammed his forehead against the buy'ce protecting her... and it was truly a testament to his nature that she actually felt something. Stumbling backwards after the impact, the warrior was quick to regain her footing: and her response was nothing but brutal.

She went to grab at his throat, as if she aimed to strangle him- only to reveal that the aim was to keep him still for her other hand to slam against his face.

Eliz Krayt

 

[Eliz Krayt]

Ah, chit.

Headbutting was a bad idea. He realized it the moment his head impacted the woman's helmet. Blood trickled down his forehead, but he kept standing at least. Though, too dazed to stop it he found his throat taken hold by the woman. One hand reached up, the real one at least, gripping firmly around her wrist to try and wrench her grip away. Then he was punched. Seeing stars was an understatement. As super human as his body was, Beskar was still Beskar. Hard. Painfully hard.

But he kept on his feet. Even as the area around him spun he swung his mechanical arm down, trying to knock Jenn Kryze 's grip away.

 

[Jenn Kryze]

Brawling brought a divine feeling to her core. It was bloody good fun, certainly: but it also felt like scratching an itch, relieving herself of tension that kept on accumulating inside of her. Finally being granted release in the form of a fistfight was exactly what she had been missing.

That Eliz Krayt managed to stay up after such a blow impressed her: his mechanical arm was brought down soon thereafter, the boy fighting through the daze to try and get her off of him. He succeeded, leaving Jenn to back away from him, circling the enhanced Chiss... and then, she let her jetpack roar, using the sheer momentum to try and hit him right in the gut.

 

[Eliz Krayt]

This time his mind cleared. Eliz's red gaze stayed glued on Jenn Kryze as she circled around him. As the jetpack roared to life, he moved. With a speed and reaction time no non droid should have he slid out of the way of her and brought down the mechanical arm with the full force his body could bring. His fist was like a bullet, aimed directly for the side of her buy'ce.

The anger in his expression was gone. It'd been gone since they started to fight. His training had him in control of his emotions. But.. It felt good to be throwing punches. To show he wasn't just some cripple now that his arm had been cut off. For him, just as much as her, there was a release.

 

[Jenn Kryze]

@Eliz Krayt was more than he seemed- that much became clear when her jetpack charge was intercepted by the young half-Chiss. That metal arm slammed against her buy'ce, leaving her disoriented enough that she completely failed to re-stabilize after the failed charge, slamming against the ground with force. With a groan of effort in the wake of such concussive pain, she slowly mustered to her feet, shaking her head from side to side to try and clear the daze.

That was when she let her jetpack come back alive once more, feigning the same frontal assault... only to spin around, bringing her foot about in a kick!

 

[Eliz Krayt]

His arm shattered.

That was the first, noticeable thing about this. Eliz blinked in surprise, watching the shattered remains fall into the snow. Right. He lost his arm. The realization hit him harder than the kick, and certainly the damn kick hit hard. He was thrown back and off his feet, too star struck by the loss of his limb to react in time. He groaned lightly as he slammed onto the ground, his head spinning rapidly.

"Chit.."

Jenn Kryze

 

[Jenn Kryze]

If she sympathized with him, the Mandalorian did not show it: already the warrior moved in on her foe once more, grabbing him by the collar and yanking him up so that he was forced to face her buy'ce. ''When you hesitate, you lose. When you lose, people die.'' She held him there for a moment, before eventually tossing him back down into the snow. Turning away from him, she watched the destroyed remains of the boy's mechanical arm in the snow, deep in thought.

''You had best get a proper replacement, vod. If you run around with a prosthesis that is not rated for combat, you will put all those you love in jeapordy.''

Eliz Krayt

 

[Eliz Krayt]

His face hardened as Jenn Kryze lifted him up by the collar. He wanted to say something back, but she was right. Any other scenario and he wouldn't of hesitated. Loosing an arm. A limb. A part of him. That's really the thing he needed to come to terms with. Especially if he wanted to keep people safe. Eliz let out a sigh, staying on the ground amidst the snow for a moment longer. Then he'd get up.

"Right. .. Right. I'll get something for it."

 

[Jenn Kryze]

''If you truly do love her, then you have to be strong for her. The purity of love is a thing to be jealously guarded and cherished in equal measure.'' She dispensed her wisdom in the same manner as she did all things- bluntly, and without a care in the world if it lead to another outburst from the boy. He needed to hear this, and the last thing she would do was let this Mandalorian remain weak and vulnerable, especially when people relied on him.

''Your strength is... considerable, and you are not without technique. Neither of which will help you if your prosthetic hinders you. Get a military-grade replacement.''

Eliz Krayt

 

[Eliz Krayt]

"Ori'ramikad training. From one of the best." Eliz rather obviously tucked the broken remnants connected to his arm away. It stung. It cut off whatever senses he had to keep him from feeling pain, but now he just felt like he was missing something. Phantom limb, is what the doctors called it. Even with the cybernetics he'd likely still experience it. With a sigh he'd nod anyway.

"I'll get one. I have a friend who knows someone. Good with cybernetics. I'll probably get it made of Beskar so I don't end up shattering it. .. Or getting it chopped off again."

 

[Jenn Kryze]

''Good. With a mentor like that, no surprise you're not a complete waste of my time.'' She gave an approving nod at that, as if she had just given him a rousing praise filled with encouragement, rather than a backhanded compliment. Either unable to see anything wrong with such behaviour or merely uncaring, she clasped her hand around the hybrid's, her buy'ce practically pushing against his face as she did so. Even when she showed signs of comradery, there was no forgetting the warlike creature of beskar and rage that stood before him a few moments ago.

''Grow strong or wither, Vod. Such is the way.''

Eliz Krayt

 

[Eliz Krayt]

"Ret'urcye mhi, ner Vod." There was too much truth for him to be angry. Eliz took the arm, giving a firm shake. He even went to clasp her arm with his other hand, fully intent on thanking her for the lesson. It was something minor, sure. But it reminded him of much. He wasn't dead yet. And he could still fight. Still protect that which he cared about. Except the moment he lifted his arm he remembered.

That was gone.

"Take care of yourself."