Public The Day the Stars Stood Still

[Jasper Kai'el]

Cathar
Tags: Braze

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" Fancy meeting you here..."

"I don't know about fancy," Jasper shrugged. "This place is a little jungle-ish. Kinda dusty too."

Jasper wasn't here to tell Braze to go home. He could, of course, seeing as Braze wandered off on his own, but the knight had a far better idea in mind. He reached up to his shoulder rather casually, grabbing his mechanical arm by the shoulder to detach it. With a casual toss, he cast the arm aside, it's weight kicking up a cloud of dust. With a smile plastered on his face the man stuck his organic hand in his pocket, lazily getting into a more prepared stance on the other end of the battle field.

"Well, you wanted to fight people, yeah?" he asked. "Give it your best shot then, kid."

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Jasper Kai'el

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Braze's eyes widened at the casual detachment of Jasper's mechanical arm, his earlier anxiety momentarily renewed. The way Jasper had tossed it aside with a nonchalant air only added to the aura of confidence his master emanated. Braze could feel the challenge in his Master's words, and it sent a thrilling shiver down his spine. He shook his head and moved his wrapped hands up and patted his face briefly.
He couldn't help but grin back, his youthful energy and bravado returning full force.

"Jungle-ish and dusty or not, it's the perfect setting for a 'friendly' match," Braze responded, adding a dramatic emphasis to the word 'friendly'. "And you know I never shy away from a challenge, Master. " He took note of the way he removed his arm and figured maybe it might e a hinted sentiment that he just didn't need it for this- a self-imposed handicap. The gesture was not lost on him.

He was here to prove himself, to learn, and most importantly, to enjoy the battle. He tried to remind himself he could still reach his goal in some way... even if his opponent was Jasper. With a playful bit of energy Braze offered an inclination of his head to Jasper followed by a respectful bow done in a small touch of ceremony and reverence.

"Just don't go easy on me because of the audience." he added,

He took up a stance mirroring Jasper's in a way as he held a hand up in an open chamber, his eyes focusing on Jasper's motions and curiously noting the odd scars.

 

[Felix Faraday]

City Tree => The Village - Ran Dom Kuun - Cathar
Domina Prime || @OPEN

Nothing like the smell of the outdoors and tree-surfing to get the old heart pumping. And falling. Falling very fast. Heights and Felix? Not always the best of pals.

The wind whipped around Felix's face and through his air. The harsh blast of air assaulting all of his senses and his chest as he rapidly accelerated towards the ground. With his metal arm hanging onto the wood board as he spread out all his limbs, his descent slowed only somewhat as his jacket continuously flailed back and forth behind him.

All this just to impress a few Cathar women through a contrived race. First to reach the bottom of the tree would be the winner. Well, certainly Felix would cross that finish line first but the treetops below to cushion the fall were looking less and less likely to make such a hare-brained plan any less hare-brained. At least at this height the fall was not going to kill him.

He hoped.

"THIS IS GONNA HUUURRRTT!"

A loud and continuous yelling followed as his entire form became swallowed up by the trees below. Branches flayed and smacked any part of his skin not covered. Brambles and sharp edges of branches poked and prodded through his clothing. Every scratch and nick added to his reservoir of further pain awaiting him. All the collisions with the branches created a new kind of bruise before peppering that bruise with a few more. Grunts and coughs and air leaving his body followed with each collision. His robot hand let go of the board for a moment to further shield himself from the descent's assault on his person.

Before slowing down enough to land behind first on top of his board. A groan of both pain washed over his body before his eyes widened as his began descending not downward anymore but forward as his board slid faster and faster downhill towards the village. Frantically raising his arms up and waving them over his head, Felix began hollering at the top of his lungs in warning.

Yells and curses followed as he narrowly dodged and flew past several angry Cathar.

Planting the left foot down, Felix's board swerved out of the way of a passing cart of fruit before his board rebounded off the wall of a Cathar home. Spinning in circles, Felix closed his eyes before planting his right foot down instead. His entire stomach was in his chest even as the spinning slowed. His eyes opened. Why was everyone getting smaller. Backwards.

He was going backwards. His torso twisted to look behind him. Too late. The tip of the board slammed into a large stone and sending the lone mercenary flying through the air, twisting and turning.

"Watch out!"

Flailing his arms haphazardly while midair, a flash of a purple and blue image of an alien adorned in armor greeted his eyes. A small box. Glass. His normal and gloved hand reached out without thinking before slamming body-first into the metallic armor of the larger alien. Between the mess of his collision and the new bruises to accompany his old ones, Felix's face felt a solid smack of a tentacled appendage stung against his face. However the pair collided and entangled with one another, at the end of it, Felix fell face first onto the ground a few yards away from the alien Mandalorian.

Groaning and muscles too sore to lift himself, Felix's hand slowly opened up to show the small music box inside. Unharmed and not a scratch on it. Not that the same could be said for him.

"Eugh."​

 

[Jasper Kai'el]

Cathar
Tags: Braze

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"Oh, I don't intend to," Jasper noted with a laugh. "But we'll work up to that. I want you to get some experience out of this after all."

He'd start off simple and work his way up. It was a good way to gauge his student's limits, which would ultimately help in the long run. Besides, he wasn't here to completely humiliate Braze in front of a crowd of people. He'd let the young padawan get a chance to throw his weight around.

With that Jasper drew his hand out of his pocket, bringing it up to a more prepared stance.

"You're move," he insisted.

 

[Khamesi Aivar]

But before either pair could start fighting, a set of elders stepped into the middle of the pits, and spoke. Both wore headdresses that hid their faces, but any cathar worth their salt could tell these were elder tribal chiefs that were overseeing the processions.

<<This is traditional tribal combat. There shall be no wounds after other than bruised bodies and pride. You can use anything your body allows, whether that be the will of Force, or your own strength. No weapons shall be allowed other than what your mother has provided you. The first to knock out their opponent is the victor. If you shall break these rules, you will be exiled from our lands. Do you understand?>>

<<"But of course, I swore I would not kill or harm unless in the ring, or in self defense. I am many things, outsider to most here and Sith, but I am a woma of my word.">>

Granted a simple 'of course' would have sufficed, but some of this was a declration for the many light siders and Jedi present. If they dug up any info on her, what she said was true. Rare as she gave it, when she gave her word or made a promise, she kept it, to the letter if not the spirit at least. She was here to reconnect with her heritage, and perhaps see Dima around somewhere, not to cause rifts or kill. There were plenty of other chances to hunt Jedi, she didn't need to ruin this by trying that here. She would have to restrain herself though, her inclination to tear through armor and blast doors with her bare hands would be way to far in this ring, assuming someone of near the same power to her didn't face her.

Her intention here was to win of course, but bruising and maybe dislocations only. Her word was her bond, and she would not risk being forced from the homeworld of her people because of childish taunts or her own desires for blood. She would let the other Cathar make the first move, not uncommon when two fighters of different weight classess came up against each other. Rushing in blind would only give her opponent an advantadge, she needed to force her opponenet to face her first. The one thing she didn't restrain was the cold of the dark side clinging to her. She was proud to be a Sith, let all in tune to the force know what she was.

Of course, through all of this he was blissfully unaware of the living ball of chaos that had arrived on the planet. While she did want to see Dima, Dima could also wear on her patience. She hoped to get the worst of her frustration out in the ring before encountering the girl, but who knew where the night would take them.


Domina Prime Shan Pavond Vulpesen Jonyna Si Ko Vuto Rayia Si

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Jasper Kai'el

Jasper's challenge resonated with Braze, but his response was unlike anything his master might have expected from him in the past. Gone were the wild, unchecked strikes and leaps. Braze had evolved in a small way, and he was eager to display the fruits of his labor.

"You're move," he insisted.

Braze's eyes narrowed slightly, his feet were firmly planted, his center of gravity low, his movements controlled and deliberate as he moved to engage Jasper. Braze was cautious as he approached studying Jasper's form and noting where his strong and weak points were based on the distribution of his body weight. Braze was no longer relying on brute force or flashy maneuvers. His techniques were precise and efficient, rooted in an understanding of balance, leverage, and timing.

He was going to attempt to use one of the principles he had been studying; to unbalance Jasper. Braze approached with subtle shifts and feints, attempting to set Jasper up for a carefully executed throw- or in this case a sweep. Braze had learned from his fight with Ko Vuto previously that bigger opponents were in fact stronger, and he compensated his strength with the force behind his leg to try and make a good, forceful connection to sweep Jasper off his feet.

 

[Jasper Kai'el]

Cathar
Tags: Braze

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A faint attack came, followed by an attempt to sweep at his legs. Jasper couldn't help but smile at this. It wasn't flashy, but more direct, even if the young padawan could use some work in telegraphing his moves. It was some signs of development, which he always appreciated. The knight wasn't going to back down from a kick to the legs, however.

Rather than backing off, he decided to take a different approach, immediately moving to intercept the sweep with a leg check. No force enhancement yet. Of course, Jasper relied much more on his physical prowess than his force connection, but he'd have that reserved for later, weaker or otherwise.

He had no concerns of losing balance. This was to test Braze's.

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Jasper Kai'el

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Braze expertly connected with Jasper, shifting his hips back in a fluid motion and settling his foot down just a heartbeat before executing a cross-step. Even with that subtle enhancement, toppling his master was not a task easily achieved. He aimed for Jasper's right side, a targeted area left vulnerable due to the absence of his mechanical limb. The young Padawan supplemented his physical motion with a touch of Force assistance, amplifying his speed.

Moving in towards Jasper's exposed right flank, Braze maintained a cautious approach, his senses attuned to any sign of a counter or follow-up from his experienced opponent. Rather than recklessly charging in, he seemed to glide, getting incredibly close to Jasper's side but always in control. His eyes were sharp, his body tense, ready to react.

 

[Jasper Kai'el]

Cathar
Tags: Braze

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Jasper squinted as Braze then went to swing for his right side, where he was at his weakest. That was good, of course, as the padawan recognized a point to bring the battle to a halt, but he could feel enhancement in the force. Amplified speed and strength, trying to force a blow that he perhaps assumed could bring the battle closer to it's end.

Of course, things were more complicated than that.

The knight wouldn't counter. Instead, with a great deal of reaction time, he simply took a quick-step back, letting the blow pass by him. He wasn't stuck in the leg check, after all, and he figured Braze would be anticipating a counter.

"Not bad," Jasper noted, giving a smile. "Your form is good, you're recognizing weaknesses and taking time to process where to attack... but you're putting too much stock in enhancement through the force."

Jasper looked around at the dusty ground below him, seeing if there was anything of value. It wasn't long before he found something. He grinned as he continued to speak.

"In a fight where you have no intention to kill, the goal becomes to outlast," he explained. "Waste your energy all at once and suddenly your opponent has the advantage. What happens when you grow tired? I haven't used the force at all. Every action has a cost. Now, get ready."

With that, the knight would very quickly pull a small pebble up to his hand from the ground with the force, flicking it at Braze's nose. He'd follow this up with a simple palm-strike to the padawan's chest. He more or less wanted to see how he would react to foul play.

 

[Domina Prime]

I was born a lion and a lion i will stay~


Jonyna Si | Khamesi Aivar | Rayia Si | Shan Pavond | Ko Vuto | Braze
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"Watch out!"

A voice rang out, as if speaking to Dima from the heavens. The Xenos ears perked up for a moment, looking around herself as if looking for the source of the callout among the hustling and bustling of the crowd around her.

"Huh? What? Hello? What is Dima watching?" She asked a stranger, who looked up at the towering Mandalorian figure before making a confused face and gesturing with his shoulders he had no idea what she was talking about...strange. Dima could of sworn she heard something call out to her! "Oh don't give this one the SHRUGGY SHOULDERS Dima KNOWS she heard someth-"

And sure enough, in that very moment a mass collided with her.

It was like a rubber ball smacking into a wall. Dimas statuesque design keeping her upright as Felix Faraday crashed into her violently. Causing her arms to flail for a moment in confusion. Recovering from her stumble and looking up towards the treeline she hissed audibly and shook her fist towards the sky.

"Ahhgg, what the KRIFF who is THROWING THINGS!" She hissed violently. "Dima KNOWS your up there show yourse- wait~" Dima stopped herself, looking at the balled up fist she was shaking before opening her hand and her eyes going wide when she finally realized that...her special box was no longer where it was!

Immediately her five eyes became laser focused on the ground around her. Maybe she had dropped it when she got hit? Looking around frantically for her shiny box, her entire mood souring in an instant when she realized it was gone. "N-no! no no no where is it!?" She whined, grabbing a random Cathar bystander with her tail and just tossing them to the side like a ragdoll. A bizarre sight for sure, but among her panicked searching her five eyes landed on what looked to be a human rolling around in the dirt and mud. She almost passed him over, paying him no mind until the slight golden gleam from the fancy design of the music box caught Dimas gaze.

A thief~

Dimas eyes dilated to the finest of pins. Her focus now alarmingly direct as she stared the boy down, each of her massive tendrils stomping into the earth around him as if to corner any escape.

"Rats and snakes. What else could this one possibly expect? Some creatures are only destined for destruction~" She hissed as her tail rattled behind her as if to fill its barbed, bladed end with venom.

Now the daughter of Manda was in a truly foul, ill mood. And it was going to become everyones problem~

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Jasper Kai'el

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Braze nodded silently at Jasper's critique, absorbing the wisdom but also noting the slight diversion of his Master's gaze toward the ground. His senses tingled just a fraction too late. The small pebble, propelled with precision, struck him square on the nose.

A sharp, surprising pain radiated outward, eyes watering instantaneously. For a split second, his focus shattered, leaving just enough of an opening for Jasper's palm-strike to connect with his chest. The force of the hit pushed him back a to stumble one step, momentarily knocking the wind out of him. The force of the blow was strong enough to send him skidding backwards, Braze planted his boots firmly into the dusty ground, he arrested his momentum with an act of will and control. Dust particles kicked up around his heels, swirling in the air before settling back to the ground.

His hand shot up to his still-twinging nose, wiping away the remnants of shock and pain. His eyes blinking rapidly to clear the watery blur. It was a cheap shot, but a lesson learned: in real combat, anything could happen. Drawing a shallow breath, he re-assumed his stance. His eyes, red but now clear, locked onto Jasper's with renewed focus. There would be no words this time; his silence speaking volumes.

Having lost the advantageous close-quarters position he had initially secured, Braze felt the urgency to regain that intimate space. His hands rose to a defensive position, high and ready to protect his face from any oncoming strikes. He was cautious yet determined, his eyes trained keenly on Jasper.

With nimble footwork, Braze once again circled toward Jasper's weaker right side. His steps were light and purposeful. Suddenly, he feinted a move that suggested he would launch an arched attack towards Jasper's left. His hope was to elicit a defensive arm extension from his Master, thus providing an opening for his real intention--a shoulder throw.

However, executing this technique would be a challenge due to Jasper's shirtless state, which deprived Braze of a convenient grip. He'd have to rely solely on his body mechanics and the execution of the move. As Braze approached, he swiftly took a couple of steps away to make his feint more convincing.

 

[Ko Vuto]

Location: Cathar
Tags: Jonyna Si | Shan Pavond | Rayia Si

Ko’s shoulders sagged some from Jonyna’s words. Hearing her express struggle over him calling her ‘Master Si’ and not knowing that that was an issue for her. Perhaps he needed to be more mindful of addressing the Cathar woman from now on.

She then spoke to him about the skuma leaves he was in possession of now. They were drugs. Which really explained why it seemed they were so popular. He wondered if they would have a similar medicinal effect on him or just be a kind of minty herb. But it seemed like Jonyna wouldn’t finish her explanation as something else caught her attention.

After hearing her ask if he’d follow her he gave an eager nod. “Yeah you don’t need to ask me twice.” Ko replied. There was no chance he would wanna leave his Master’s side this evening now after hearing about the skuma leaves. Even though his cathar mentor’s explanation helped ease his nerves some let him know he wasn’t going to get into trouble over it now.

 

[Rayia Si]

Location: Ran Dom Kuun, Cathar
Objective: Partake in a day of importance
Jonyna Si Shan Pavond Ko Vuto Khamesi Aivar Domina Prime Felix Faraday

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Rayia's ear twitched as she heard her mentor say that she wasn't ready for the title of Elder. Rayia couldn't quite reconcile Jonyna with the admission, but she certainly understood the feeling. She had once faced expectations as well, and had chosen to subvert them in favor of another path. Rayia couldn't say she regretted her choice. To follow that path would have surely led to the death of her heart. Perhaps someone prepared for it, like her mother or sisters, might be able to take on its mantle. But Rayia knew she would have surely withered under what that role demanded of her. Still on occasion, when she was alone and caught her reflection in the mirror or rippling across the surface of a pond, images of what might have been haunted her. And while she had no answer for either her or her mentor's reluctance, she had found comfort in the tomes of the Jedi she'd been tasked to listen to. "All is as should be." She repeated for her mentor now, hoping Jonyna would find the same solace in them.

The mention of guests caused Rayia to straighten to her full, admittedly short, height and square her shoulders. Being much shorter than both of her companions, she was aware that some attention would be focused on her. Seeing as this was an important ceremony for Jonyna, she wanted to appear presentable. Suddenly her fur prickled, and her tail unfurled as she became aware of the motions of two individuals nearby. They were on a collision course, and Rayia jumped slightly as her tail registered the impact as one body crashed into the other and was rebounded into a different direction before thumping into the ground.

Knowing that was the direction that Jonyna had indicated the guests had arrived to, and how detrimental it would be to the ceremony to have scraps break out on this auspicious day, Rayia was already moving. There was no time to lose, and Rayia did not have time to keep the pretense of adjusting to the surrounding Cathar's speed. She could read the movements of the altercation as clear as day. She had employed that sort of predatory stalking while hunting often. The tendrilled, tailed, multi-limbed individual was going to pounce towards the one on the ground. Using her full Felacatian speed and reaction time to blur past and slip between the meandering crowds folk, Rayia started to approach the duo.

Hoping to interpose herself between the pair, the short Felacatian made calming motions with her hands. "Please do not fight. There is to be no fighting this day. I am sure that there is another option which will resolve the problem" She called when she was but a few steps away.

 

[Felix Faraday]

The Village - Ran Dom Kuun - Cathar
Domina Prime || Rayia Si || @OPEN

Whoever or whatever he had hit was awfully chatty. Not necessarily a bad thing but the drumming headache and sore muscles tended to disagree. Until he heard the panic in the voice. Pushing himself up slowly with one arm and first casting a glance at the box in his hand, Felix's eyes saw the box safely in hand. Good. No damage on the outside. Pushing further and sliding one knee underneath himself to support himself upward, Felix shook the box. No parts shaking or moving around. All the inside components seemed to be no worse for wear.

He almost rose up to one foot while his other knee still sat on the ground before jumping in his own skin. The vibration of four tendrils slamming into the ground around him sent the adrenaline shot to wake him. Remaining crouched, Felix raised an eyebrow as he cocked his head left and right, glancing at each tentacle before slowly looking up.

His eyes darted to the side. First, at the Cathar flung to the side. No harm there from what he could tell. Maybe a few scrapes and bruises, thankfully, but not exactly a good sign. Strength like that to throw people aside like toys and several limbs to do so. He almost subconsciously shook his head at himself. This would not end in a fight. Old habits just die hard, he was afraid to say.

That in mind . . . maybe he should check on the thrown Cathar after this is said and done, even if other bystanders were doing that job already. Another habit that would die hard too. But first, the large alien girl built like a brick wall. That was a woman he was looking at, right? Certainly a Mandalorian judging by the armor. Speaking of armor . . .

His eyes dropped lower to her torso before glancing back up at those multiple eyes. Yep. Definitely female. The armor don't lie.

"Would you expect . . . " Felix paused--for that little extra dramatic effect--before lifting up the box in his right hand towards the alien, "Me returning your box in one piece?"

A simple smile followed by the cheerful closing of his eyes as he presented the box on one knee without care in the world. He opened and squinted one eye, however, as the sound of a more somber yet worried voice cut through the moment. Someone else did not want a fight to happen. Thank goodness.

"All good!" With his free and more robotic left hand, Felix raised a thumbs up towards the Cathar Woman. "No worries! It's all just a big misunderstanding!"

Turning his attention back to the strange Mandalorian, Felix gestured with the box in hand for the alien girl to take it from him.

"You might as well take it before someone gets the bright idea I'm proposing to you," that same carefree grin never leaving him, "It was an honest accident. Sorry."

A humorous sentiment followed by a more genuine one. One he hoped might lighten up the mood a little or draw the Mandalorian's ire away from doing something rash.​

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen's tail swayed and twitched in anticipation as he listened to the chief's rules. His claws flexed and is eyes roamed over the body of the large felinoid before him. "Understood," he stated simply as he finished listening to the rules. His weaponry remained on the branches behind him, hanging from his cloak and belt. "I won't use my claws if you don't," he offered. The same was true of the force, but at the moment, he found no reason to believe that the cathar was even capable of such gifts.

Ready for the challenge and armed with the knowledge of the rules, Vulpesen began to pace around the circle, his booted feet crunching softly into the terrain of the forest floor. It was dance he had practiced for decades, and it came as naturally as some might find a waltz. When contact was made, then the fight would begin in earnest, but as always, the key to every battle was what knowledge could be gained through observation prior to first contact.


Jonyna Si

 

[Jonyna Si]

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<<Alright then! Let the battles begin!>> The tribal leader called out, various groups going at each other in what looked to be some sort of cathar wrestling

Her intention here was to win of course, but bruising and maybe dislocations only. Her word was her bond, and she would not risk being forced from the homeworld of her people because of childish taunts or her own desires for blood. She would let the other Cathar make the first move, not uncommon when two fighters of different weight classess came up against each other. Rushing in blind would only give her opponent an advantadge, she needed to force her opponenet to face her first. The one thing she didn't restrain was the cold of the dark side clinging to her. She was proud to be a Sith, let all in tune to the force know what she was.

The young cathar girl opened with a smug look, using the force to leap into the air above Khamesi Aivar and then following up with a flurry of telekinetic pulses to cover her approach downward towards her opponent. A large opponent meant they needed to be whittled down, the proverbial giant being knocked off their feet.

Ready for the challenge and armed with the knowledge of the rules, Vulpesen began to pace around the circle, his booted feet crunching softly into the terrain of the forest floor. It was dance he had practiced for decades, and it came as naturally as some might find a waltz. When contact was made, then the fight would begin in earnest, but as always, the key to every battle was what knowledge could be gained through observation prior to first contact.

The hulking Cathar male circled as well. His stance was wide, his claws digging into the dirt below them as a way to ground himself. But he didn't hesitate, and took the first move. Charging forward and lashing out with a stiff clothesline, aiming to take Vulpesen 's head off if he could.

"You might as well take it before someone gets the bright idea I'm proposing to you," that same carefree grin never leaving him, "It was an honest accident. Sorry."

"Rats and snakes. What else could this one possibly expect? Some creatures are only destined for destruction~" She hissed as her tail rattled behind her as if to fill its barbed, bladed end with venom.

Now the daughter of Manda was in a truly foul, ill mood. And it was going to become everyones problem~

"HEY!" The Jedi roared, looking rather perturbed at the sight before her. A creature far beyond her in height had come to her tree, and was now breaking the one rule she put to in place for visitors. "What's going on here?" Best to deescalate. There were children all about, and padawans here. She felt behind her through the force, making sure Ko Vuto Shan Pavond and Rayia Si were still there.

The other cathar around seemed to stare slightly at the altercation, holding their breath and waiting for however the situation would resolve itself. Males watched, waiting for the word to grab their weapons. Children watched in awe, waiting for the word to flee to their houses.

But Jonyna simply waited for an answer. She'd taken up the responsibility of overseeing the festival. Now it was a matter of making sure it went smoothly.

 

[Shan Pavond]

Shan almost kicked straight into action. Not literally, but more being preventive with everything. Whilst Jonyna was trying to defuse the situation, the Mirialan was preparing to jump into the fray with his lightsaber to try and protect the Cathar children. He might not be able to understand them, but the desire to protect people was something that was universally understood. He kept one hand near his saber on his belt, whilst backing away to try and make sure he had the most amount of cathar behind him. He didn't fully understand what was going on, since he had been talking to the Cathar that had been trying to talk to him about Jonyna...

He turned his attention over towards that specific Cathar, giving them a small smile. Even if Shan was a bit nervous about all of this, he couldn't afford to let the children see that. Just giving them a small thumbs up before nodding off to the rest of the children for the Cathar to run off to. He needed to protect them and he couldn't do that if they were stood next to him. He did glance over towards the male Cathar who seemed ready to jump into action as well...That could potentially also cause an incident, so Shan just turned to face them slightly, just holding his hand out to reassure them. Shan was trying his hardest to get them to relax. Jonyna Si had this handled. Shan trusted her. He didn't trust her piloting skills, but negotiat-...Actually shoot. Maybe Shan shouldn't trust her negotiation skills either.

Either way, Shan turned his attention to Ko Vuto and Rayia Si giving them a short nod as well. As Jedi, it was their jobs to try and keep the peace, even if they were guests here. They'd need to control the crowd as well as they could. This was like a thermal detonator ready to go off and he didn't want to be around if that did happen.

 

[Vulpesen]

A straight forward charge with an outstretching arm. Vulpesen had made the decision to avoid any overt acts of the force. That being said, the telegraphed attack, combined with decades of experience and an innate sense of battle precognition inherent to most force fighters made the cathar painfully slow in the Valde's eyes.

Ducking down, he swirled both his leg and his tail towards the cathar's ankles. His aim was simple. Drop them to the floor, scramble on top, and claim victory. They were taller than he was, that much was true. But to be stronger than the Valde would be difficult due to his species' inherent strength. In many ways, Vulpesen, even now was dealing with the changes in his body. Living among fellow Zorrens had made this extra strength unremarkable. But now among the rest of the galaxy's population, he was forced to remember that he had been bred into the galaxy's perfect weapon against tyranny.

Jonyna Si