[center][h2] Kaira Saxon [/h2][/center]

I pump my fist in the air. "For Mand'alor!" My words are echoed by hundreds of others, and the crowd begins to spread out throughout the plaza, quickly turning it from an battle arena into a party spot.

[center][h2] Torian Cadera [/h2][/center]

I walk silently through the crowd towards the kolto tank, Mako close behind. Ava floats unconscious in the tank, but I speak to her anyways. "You have made me proud, daughter. There is no shame in this lose. You served your time well." I place a hand on the tank. "Now rest."