The judges will be the House Summit. Battleteam Leaders are free to participate.
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“Buck up! The Summit has called us to action, and we will present ourselves plainly. Take nothing you don’t need, or don’t want to carry for a couple days. Pack warm, and prepare for a fight,” the Tetrarch, Joshman, paced up and down the transport.
The Gallofree Medium Transport, named Odin by the clan, made its way slowly to the frozen world of Kaltace. For several days already, it had steamed on sublight drives only, allowing the passengers to prepare mentally and physically for the demanding challenge before them. The assembled Battleteams aboard the Odin were each in their own specially prepared orbital drop pods, separated from the rest of the teams by a meter of durasteel plating and a few more meters of vacuum.
“We’ll likely be on world for several days. Pack some stoves, small rations, and any weapons you find prudent. The Pod has a weapons locker in back”, a small shuffle accompanied the noise a few non-light saber users as they reached for blasters and grenades.
The House Summit had called for Battleteams to prove themselves, in light of the approaching Great Jedi War. The victor of this contest would lead the clan in the War, and hopefully to victory as well. The Battleteams would be dropped from orbit onto the planet, and would have to survive on world without support until all other battleteams had been defeated. The Odin would observe from orbit, monitoring the vital signs of every Tyro, Flight Member, and Trooper with topical inserts that had been placed on the candidates.
“Battleteam Hex, three minutes to release. Assume your seats, and strap in tightly” a voice came over a concealed loudspeaker, warning them of their imminent drop.
“You heard it Boys and Girls. Strap in, hold on tight, and no one, NO ONE, lose their lunch”