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[Eliz Krayt]

Why was he doing this again?

It seemed.. Odd. Him having folks he knew meet. Introducing friends to one another. How long had he even had friends? .. Or was it more the fact that he wasn't sure if Jenn Kryze was a friend? And that Gwyneira Vizsla was something far more than a friend? Man, he really wasn't sure. Either way the young Mandalorian was in full Beskar'gam this time, relaxing in one of the more.. Well. Less run down coffee shops in the neighborhood of Kaddak. He'd called Jenn here, hoping to at least introduce the seemingly lonely Mandalorian to more Vod.

And, well. Help Gwyn find more Vod herself, even if she wasn't Vod yet.

He leaned back in his seat, buy'ce on the table beside him as he looked out the window. "Man, I really can't wait till you don't need to hide here any more."

 

[Gwyneira Vizsla]

Gwyneira Craft looked out from the window, gazing at the sad streets below from the second story window. She sighed, memories making her recoil from the image. She looked back to Eliz and nodded, "I couldn't agree more... It reminds me too much of mom's."

She sighed, leaning against the table. Her casual, shabby clothes were far from the gear if Mandalorians. Gwyn was not even Vod yet, she was still an outcast. It was painfully obvious. Her face was on the more somber side as she picked up her coffee mug and sipped it. Did she even appreciate coming out? She hated this planet, and the safe house was a safe haven. She was inverted, and she honestly did not like being out here. It was written on her face.

Some of her dyed hair fell into her face. She blew it aside and sipped the coffee some more. No. No, she had to be pleasant. Eliz was the one she loved more than anything, and he was taking time to introduce her to another vod. But would this vod reject her? She felt ostracized enough, and she was not sure she could take one more wound. Uncertainty filled her expression as she looked past Eliz, watching the tables and people in the room.

Nothing ever went her way it seemed. She felt alone as always, and it was killing her.

Eliz Krayt Jenn Kryze

 

[Jenn Kryze]

Jenn's path was not an easy one to walk. War was her solace, and companionship was... difficult. Of the two women she called friend, one was a Sith who left her ways behind... and the other was Dar'manda, sworn to protect the rejects of the Sith. Both of them should have been her sworn enemies- and both of them earned her respect through their will. By all means, befriending such individuals should have made the task of bonding with fellow Mandalorians laughably easy by comparison.

But it didn't. They did not follow the Resol'nare as she did, and they did not inspire the sense of familiarity she would have hoped for. She had longed for an instant connection, a place where others like her assembled, far from the reach of their tormentors: but she had come to realize that there were no others like her. Whether this truth comforted or horrified her proved infuriatingly difficult to discern.

When Eliz Krayt contacted her again, she met the request with a (un)healthy dose of wariness. A trap? Possibly, considering she broke the young man's mechanical arm and insulted the honour of his beloved. There was also the chance that the contents of his message were entirely genuine: the prospect of meeting someone she had fought again was rather... enticing. This line of thought made her stifle a curse, frowning as she made a note to check up on her favourite Sith some time soon- stars only knew how many people wanted her head.

So it was that Jenn arrived in the dump of a planet that served as Kranak Vizsla 's hideout, her dominant hand never straying far from her holster- as if looking for a reason to use the elegant revolver. When she saw a young man clad in beskar accompanied by a soft-looking girl, she stopped before the two of them.

''Su cuy'gar, Vod. Looking better already.''
She turned towards Gwyneira Vizsla at that, the buy'ce ensuring that her true feelings remained inscrutable until she chose to speak.
''And you are?''

 

[Eliz Krayt]

Right. Gwyneira Vizsla 's mom lived in a place like this. Well, it wasn't that he'd forgotten, Just.. More worried about what was going to happen. He knew exactly who he invited here. What the likely interaction between Jenn Kryze and Gwyn was going to be. In truth, it'd do Gwyn good to throw a punch. Or at least he hoped. There was nothing like a good fist fight to get out of a funk.

Well, at least that's what he figured after his own fight with Jenn.

"Soon, cyare."

Then there she was. The familiar armor that he'd headbutted before. Eliz dipped his head in greeting, his own face hidden behind his buy'ce. "Arms still only temporary. The new one is coming soon, hopefully." Then he looked to Gwyn. If she wanted to be Vod, she needed to know she could stand up for herself.

Hopefully it didn't backfire.

 

[Gwyneira Vizsla]

Ah, yes. Mandalorians and their ability to completely mask emotions behind helmets. At least she wasn't getting a blaster pointed at her face. Yet. The two blaster pistols and stun/ ion pistol at her waistline could be considered a threat, perhaps. She looked up to the newcomer, fully dressed in armor. She blinked, dipping her head in greeting as she sat up a bit straighter.

"Gwyn." She then felt a tug to be more formal. Her desire for approval, perhaps? Her rugged black pants and purple sweatshirt really did not give off the vibes of a prim, proper person. "Gwyneira Craft. I'm an engineer, went to college for years."

She did not mention that on her very last semester her planet had been caught in war and livelihood destroyed, preventing her from holding a license in her hand after seven nearly eight years in that academy. She instead focused on something else, something that would hopefully also impress if being an engineer didn't.

"I'm learning to become a Mandalorian, training to become Vod."

Eliz Krayt Jenn Kryze

 

[Jenn Kryze]

An engineer. Lesser than a good, honest master of the forge, but a... commendable profession, nonetheless. She remained as a statue of repressed hate and violence, staring silently as Gwyneira Vizsla kept on speaking- explaining who she was, and what she aimed to become. As always, the Mandalorian proved to be blunt, shooting down the girl's hopes without flinching.

''So I heard. And yet, your face is bare- hardly a surprise, considering Eliz Krayt 's flippant disregard for our ways.''

 

[Gwyneira Vizsla]

Gwyneira blinked in confusion, reaching up and placing a hand on her cheek. Her face was fine. Was she referring to her lack of pupils? No. No, when she mentioned Eliz's honor, it clicked. She sat up straighter than she already had, lowering her head.

"Flippant? No, being Mandalorian is everything to Eliz, and Kranak. They're good teachers, and they value this culture and their fellow vod with their lives."

She was defensive, obviously. The girl who spent years defending herself against accusations and verbal beatings was used to it. Even if she lost every fight, she still fought. "Don't question their honor. And I don't even have my own beskar'gam yet, I just started on this path. I have a lot to learn, but that's doesn't mean I'm not trying!"

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[Eliz Krayt]

Ah, yeah.

It was good Eliz was in his helmet. He immediately grimaced at Jenn Kryze 's rather blunt insult for both him and Gwyneira Vizsla . It wasn't too surprising. Their first meeting went the same way. But, well. That's what he was betting on. He didn't want Gwyn to have to defend herself, just.. Hopefully learn that she could throw punches for her own honor. And they'd actually hurt. The training with Kranak Vizsla had only just started between them all, but she'd improved more than she thought.

"We'll get you your armor soon, Gwyn. That's part of the Verd'goten."

 

[Jenn Kryze]

''Don't question their honor? What is this supposed to be, a threat?'' For the first time in quite a while, she injects outright mirth in her tone. The warrior is no fool, and she has an inkling of what Eliz Krayt intends to do with this meeting. If she is right, and he now understands how strength is made... then this lesson will be a most enlightening one indeed. ''When people insult you, you stand up and you shove the words right back down their throat! This is what it means to be Mandalorian, girl- beyond the beskar'gam and the purity of our ways.''

Fighting Eliz was a welcome rush of adrenaline- Jenn could only hope that Gwyneira Vizsla would be just as satisfying to pummel into the ground. Perhaps she would walk away from it wiser, if she was anything like her beloved... not that she counted on it.

 

[Gwyneira Vizsla]

At first, Gwyneira visibly winced, shrinking back as she always had. Her entire life, she had taken beating after beating with the dignity of a kicked dog. Her entire life, she had been told she was wrong, or stupid, or simply a mistake for existing. It always made her feel wretched, and weakened, and infuriated. This time felt no different, so she shrunk into her seat. Head low, eyes closed in shame.

Yet, something stuck out to her. The lecture of 'what it meant being Mandalorian'. Standing up for herself, fighting. She had killed a Sith Acolyte in self defense before, and she was capable of so much more. She had done more. The realization clicked, she had been called wrong her whole life, but was she really? Everything Eliz had told her about her value, everything Kranak did to build up her skill. She... she did not have to take this anymore.

She was empowered, and by one of the very things tearing her down.

"Fine."

She swiftly finished her coffee, drinking the mug dry and setting it down. Then, she extended her hand and called upon the Force to shove this bully across the room, standing up after the action with a force that caused the chair to fall back and tip over violently.

Eliz Krayt Jenn Kryze

 

[Jenn Kryze]

Gwyneira Vizsla standing up for herself rather than taking the abuse lying down was the goal of the whole operation, if Jenn's suspicions about Eliz Krayt were correct. Still, it hardly prepared her for the use of the Force: shoved across the room with force, she would have slammed right against the wall, if it were not for her jetpack... and many years of fighting the accursed Jetii and their dark cousins. Sliding across the ground in a controlled fall, the Mandalorian immediately reached for her revolver, raising it towards the girl in the time it takes someone to spit.

It was not a conscious motion as much as muscle memory. Whenever the Force was used against her, she knew the only solution to be application of overwhelming force to either kill the attacker or keep them occupied. Slowly, as if fighting against her very instinct, the Mandalorian returned the weapon to its holster, feigning de-escalation of the situation... only to let her jetpack roar to life once more, sending her rocketing through the air- aiming to slam that fist against the girl's face.

 

[Gwyneira Vizsla]

Of course, Gwyneira was not some kind of blind, flailing fighter. She was a thinker. Her mind was her greatest weapon. The moment the Force Push was dished out, she reached back and grasped her stun/ ion pistol. There was a very likely chance of the beskar'gam being weak to EMPs, and she knew this pistol was the perfect solution.

The problem was finding the right moment to strike.

Quite contrary to being flung into the wall, the Mandalorian used her jetpack and, in peak dexterity, saved herself. She pulled her pistol out for a quick second, causing Gwyn to lower in cover, but the Vod instead flew towards her with a fist extended.

Melee combat? That would not do. The girl once again used the Force, hastily leaping aside while also telekinetically gripping the coffee pot. She truly hoped this would be a waste of such a glorious and sacred beverage. She threw the hot beverage towards the flying masked Mando, hoping that a bunch of coffee on her visor would prove to be a handicap. Of course, burning her was unlikely, but still a plus if that came to be. Meanwhile, as the room evacuated of hapless citizens, she darted in the opposite direction of the Mandalorian, trying to keep at a distance.

She pulled out her ion pistol.

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[Jenn Kryze]

The girl was crafty, that much was certain: but her insistence on putting as much distance between the two of them as possible was quickly picked up on by the warrior, who lost no time in applying pressure. As soon as she recuperated from her vision being obstructed by coffee, that is! Thankfully, the helmet was engineered to whether much more than coffee to the visor: a few moments later, a wave of energy washed over it, cleaning it of any obstructing liquids. The damage was done, however: she had to make a sudden landing in order to avoid flying right into a wall, scanning the room as the patrons left and her quarry pulled out a ion pistol. A

Ah, chit.

Refusing to be denied this lesson by the girl, she raised her wrist towards the girl, allowing the beskar to shift aside... and the flamethrower to send forth a gout of fire towards her. Not that she wished to burn the girl to a crisp: the limited range was lowered even further by the Mandalorian, if only to avoid a catastrophic incident. The real aim of this manoeuvre? To keep the girl from strategizing, forcing her to evade and escape- allowing her to shut down the flamethrower and fly into her like a flying torpedo.

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[Eliz Krayt]

Eliz had backed off at this point. Gwyneira Vizsla and Jenn Kryze were in a fight, a true fight. Mandalorian. In a way, he didn't feel a reason to intervene. Any other time and he would have. But this was her fight. Her choice. Her- Flamethrower. Oh. Well, that made sense given the powers Gwyn had. He ushered out the remaining people, fully prepared to fix up the shop. Pay for damages. All of it.

He chuckled under his breath, now far more worried about what he'd done bringing these two together.

 

[Gwyneira Vizsla]

What? A flamethrower - Gwyneira extended her free hand, using the pyrokenesis Stardust had taught her to morph the flames under control. Trying her best to keep anything from setting on fire, sweat trickled from her brow as the heat waffed to her. Yet, the flamethrower swiftly shut off. Through the dissipating flames, the Mandalorian shot through to her. Gwyn was stuck, lifting her up pistol in a panic. Yet, the heavily armored warrior slammed into her, causing the wind to be beaten from her chest. The pistol flung from her hand as the two slid onto a table and shattered it.

As silverware and napkins flew, Gwyn could not mask her chokes of pain. Everything was hazy, she saw three Mandalorian helmets over her. No. No, she was not done yet! She gritted her teeth, pain and stubbornness written on her face as she glared up to the cold figure, panting.

She clenched her fists, struggling to properly strategize at the moment. But it was obvious she still was fighting.

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[Jenn Kryze]

Letting Jenn gain the upper hand was a fast route to the grave: she was completely and utterly relentless in her pursuit of total victory over her foes, leaving corpses in her wake. She had no intention to kill Gwyneira Vizsla , mind... not that her actions indicated such restraint. The girl had a greater hold on her Force powers than she would have thought, leaving her to act rapidly and brutally, hoping to end the fight before she ended up overwhelmed with a power she had not yet encountered in her years fighting the Dar'Jetii.

So, as soon as she had her pinned down, she did the first thing that came to mind: namely, slamming her buy'ce against the girl's head, very much intending to keep her dazed and unable to fight back.

Eliz Krayt

 

[Gwyneira Vizsla]

The heavy slam against her head made her vision even worse. The pain exploding, the lightheadedness, the blurred and distorted vision. This was going to end in her waking up from a concussion at this rate. This needed to end. Now.

If her opponent had used a Flamethrower, then Gwyn could more than a push with the Force.

She winced her eyes shut, struggling to stay conscious. She uncurled her four fingers then swiftly clenched her fist shut. The Force creeped, a coldness setting in. The half breed used the Force, attempting to choke the air from her opponent. Not to suffocate, not to snap her neck, but long enough to to get her off her back, er, front.

She tried to wriggle out from under her.

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[Jenn Kryze]

Jenn's relation with force users was a... difficult one. Her entire life, she had come to associate them with the evils wrought upon Mandalore and its people by the Dar'Jetii- and yet, her encounter with the Sangnir impacted her view of them greatly. They could do good or evil, like anybody else! And yet, she found it difficult to rein in her instinct when it came to fighting their kind. The Force was a thing she viewed with wariness, an ultimate weapon wielded by a fateful few- and all of its iterations were powerful, one way or another.

So, when she found her breath growing short, a tidal wave of rage swept over her. Holding Gwyneira Vizsla by the throat, she gave her the meanest right hook she could muster, just as she had done Eliz: there was little time to throw a second punch, however, as her lack of air made itself more and more pressing, distracting her... and allowing the girl to escape her hold.

Eliz Krayt

 

[Gwyneira Vizsla]

Gwyn just continued to get beat on. Oh well, burning and electric shock were still worse. That left hook left a number, however. She instantly teared up from the pain in her nose, but she had no idea it was bleeding until she tasted the iron droplets in her mouth. Letting go of her opponent, she staggered back, in a boatload of pain. She was unable to even see clearly, unable to figure out where her pistol was.

"Karabast!"

Her hand smashed into a glass plate, causing her to cry out and wince even more. Yet, in her other hand she felt a butter knife. She gripped the broken plate, causing more blood to spill, and pulled her last effort. She leapt up, throwing blood out and onto her opponent's visor.

"Kriff!" She desperately shouted, leaping on top of the Vod and flipping the butter knife into a reverse grip. Her eyes glistened in battle rage. She was an engineer, she knew exactly what she was targeting. She brought the knife down, struggling as she repeatedly attempted to disrupt the jetpack, causing it to spark and malfunction. Then, the shock would hopefully cause the woman to slow and stop. Though, if this worked, it would drag her along as well. Yet, Eliz most certainly knew, she did not exactly have a history of self preservation.

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[Jenn Kryze]

Focusing on her breathing, Jenn did not see Gwyneira Vizsla coming.

Well, no, she absolutely did. The girl was loud, completely unsubtle and pissing out blood- what she failed to understand was what she intended to do. Even as her jetpack roared to life once more and the blood was wiped form her visor, she took a firm hold of the girl atop her, intending to slam her down onto the ground and stomp down on her. Problem was... that was when the alarms began blaring, her jetpack fizzling out just as she got the two of them airborne.

The two of them rocketed through the air, their flight pattern uneven as the jetpack petered out with each motion she made: in the end, the two of them slammed against the far wall, a groan claimed from the stoic warrior as she shook her head and tried to regain her bearings- her first reaction, to turn off the ruined jetpack.

''You little chit'', hissed the warrior as she slowly mustered to her feet. Her equipment was not only vital to her- it was a priceless artefact from an era of heroes. Getting it repaired would be a nightmare.

Eliz Krayt