The time of the fight draws close. I'd spent much of the time leading up to this moment practicing my unarmed forms. It had been a while since I went hand to hand with someone. I was glad it was Temari I would be facing in such an up close and personal way. This fight would require skill alone; no fancy tricks or gadgets. It would be a tough fight, but I was determined to see it to the end.
I managed to slip past security and make it to the place Ava was using to warm up. When I see her, dressed in a tank top and gym shorts, I don't make my presence immediately known. I just stand in the doorway, debating whether or not to approach. "So... this is it? The fight to decide it all?"
I turn, surprised. When I realize it's HJ, I calm myself. "Yeah. I guess it is. Either way, the Mando'ade will prosper. I already said I had no plans to do anything else deceptive. I want to make things right."
"You say that, but you've already done a lot to damage them. Not everybody is going to be happy with the outcome of this fight. Zarka Saxon won't be the last to say you are a poor leader, or question your choices, or talk about our relationship. You going to let them talk, or will you consider another 'preemptive strike'?"
I narrow my eyes. "Did you come here just to antagonize me and distract me so that I'll lose the fight?"
"No. I came here to let you know... I'll be watching. And no matter how this goes down... I think we need to have a long talk."
"We will." I say in annoyance. Then, more calmly, I repeat it. "We will. I promise we will."
"Well, good. So... Good luck, or break a leg. Hopefully not your own." I step back. "Okay... I'll leave you to get ready now." I feel like I should say more, but I don't. I'll save whatever it was for later. I slip back into the hall and make my way to where Dad and Grandpa are.
I can hear the crowd outside beginning to get riled up, and I know that it is because the Battlemaster has begun hyping them up. I could also hear the sound of instruments being tested; drums and woodwind players warming up. This truly would be a spectral to behold. I wondered how many non-mandalorians would come to see what was going on, and be treated to this fanfare. Would they think our alien culture crazy, or would this somehow ingratiate us more? I hoped for the latter; perhaps they would start welcoming their conquerors and ask us to stay. Who needs a new Chancellor anyway? I allow myself a smile at the thought before heading towards the ramp.