Stamina training - New Armor

[Kyla Foy]

This thread is made for my profile. This way everyone can read it. This thread was between my character and [member="Meric Nadun"]

It had been this great week together with Darth Metus. She had been designing her own armor and eventually had gotten it. It looked absolutely beautiful, the golden color tints on her armor, the shininess. It just couldn't be described. There was only one little problem. She wasn't very strong. When she had the armor on, she stood there for a moment trying to lift her hands up as she looked over towards her gloves from inside, "Wow, this looks so cool!" She clenched her fists and suddenly her jetpack activated and she was levitating within the air before skyrocketing upwards, "Wow!" She opened one of her hands and she was slowly descending back onto the ground.[/background]

She was trying to take a few steps, they were going slow but, she at least was going the good way. She took step after step forward, as if she was a Tyrannosaurus. The armors weight was holding her back and it will take experience for her to become strong enough to fight without any resistance of the weight. She had to go around the academy blocks anyway for at least once within the armor, it would help her become a bit stronger and gain a higher level of stamina.

The academy had not opened yet, she would've been one of the first entries that would join it and she currently had full tutor-age of Darth Metus or Isley Verd together with the armor, that was given to her instead of the worthless academy armors. The academy armor was nothing compared to her own armor. She was a bit prestigious for being Metus apprentice.

She inhaled and exhaled, "This is heavy.." She only had passed around ten meters so far. It was because her steps were far too small. It was true that she still had to age, but the quicker she mastered the weight of the armor, the quicker she would be ready for real mandalorian training to become a soldier of the Paecian Empire. She didn't quit like most children would because she had been in a war situation. She was still kind of broken mentally and was still being slowly brought back up, but tougher than she would've ever imagined.

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Meric Reaction:
So it was that the Executor Prime was taking an interest in the young girl. Mostly because he happened across her while she was slowly walking around in a set of armor that was clearly not her norm. She moved slowly, each step measured and methodical. He stood by, watching her move. He knew the rigors of donning armor, but at the same time he'd been much older than she when he received his. Needless to say, his body had been much stronger.

"Armor is heavy because it must protect. The more you wear it, the more you become used to it."

No, the academy was not yet ready, as there was much work to be done. This was not the sort of thing that he was used to undertaking. Aside from his companions, Meric had always been, essentially, a solo traveler. Being around all of these people was a challenge, and often a headache. Literally. Of late he'd been getting large ones. He'd have to ask Vina for something to ease them.

 

[Kyla Foy]

Dense steps were taken for her. The slim physically weak, still growing feminine human was taking step after step. The cooling system within the helmet allowed her to not sweat too much and lose hydration. The armor had everything of protection, it was actually light compared to most armor types, when she will grow up.

Her force abilities were still as a raw diamond, it had yet to be trained in any kind of way. She was not able to sense the Sith Lord which was observing her and had taken a slight interest into it, but not for highly strange reasons. It was only that she was training before the actual academy had opened. She heard what the man said, but she did not bow upon his arrival, "I know.." her breathing was heard through the communicator of the helmet. "I have to make master Metus proud.." She had been building up her confidence but her master did a lot for her and she was protected by him most of the day, it was maybe time for her to repay a little through work. The girl tried to raise up her arms and they very slowly followed.

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"Focus on making yourself proud and you'll end up making him proud."

Doing things for the purpose of pleasing others wasn't really in his playbook. Granted, doing things that pleased himself wasn't really either. Everything he did was to further his goal of rectifying the galaxy rather than making a name for himself. Of course, he wanted those he desired to kill to come after him, but at the same time he didn't want the glory that was sometimes associated with such things. He didn't want his name in records for saving the galaxy, and it never would be. He was the anti-hero. People would hate him, but what he did was essential.

"Don't overdo it. Your muscles have to repair themselves in order to get stronger."

 

[Kyla Foy]

The path of a Sith was dark and was all about emotions, the path of a mandalorian was about honor, the path of a witch was to use the nature's capacities. She was only in the beginning of the Mandalorian phase of her training and had yet to start the others. She got a slight effect from the armor, which was corrupting her till the tainted phase, but not further. It would help her later on at least to draw onto her force powers a slightly bit quicker.

"Okay I will~" Her voice was kind, while showing a minor smile in the helmet. She heard the advice the man wanted to give her, but she was a warchild and well, it changed her mentally a bit. She was tougher than the usual children, "I won't, I will go around the entire academy temple only once." The academy structure was actually pretty big. "I have to go walk now further.." She had told the man and without bowing, she started to slowly walk forward, taking one step after the other, the question was...did the girl do anything before the actual or was this her first exercise of the day?

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Meric had no recollection of his childhood before the accident. All he remembered prior to his teen years was pain and suffering. And blindness for a time. He could not recall if he had ever been sweet, or if he'd always been something of a rapscallion. This child, though, was sweet. Slightly tainted, but sweet. Ironically, the man in the suit that kept him from dying of minor illnesses found that this child represented hope. It was for those like her that he fought, though he was aware that she would not always be so innocent as she was now. That was the nature of this galaxy.

"Be careful."

He did nothing to stop her, but would be certain to keep an eye on her so long as no one else was. He didn't want Metus' protege getting herself into trouble.

 

[Kyla Foy]

She lunged forward taking step after step forward. Her foot slamming onto the ground, the proper protection within the armor allowed her ankles nor her knees to get any impact on them. She inhaled and exhaled, "I will." She swiped her arms as she kept on wondering forward, very slowly but steadily.

*Bang* *Bang* *Bang*

She got around her first corner and had three more to go. She had a pause for a minute inhaling and exhaling, she sat down on the ground and placed her helmet to the side. She had a red colored head of her blood flow and sweating. "Phew! This will be a long round~"

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Meric was watching from a distance. Part of him was curious what drove the girl to such lengths to impress Metus. The other part of him wondered why such a young girl was so interested in having a heavy suit of armor. Sure it was Mandalorian tradition, but at her age? All he could tell was that she was certainly intent on training with it, regardless of whether or not she should be. At least she had the drive to train on her own.

When she stopped and sat, he paused, tilted his head to the side, and watched her. How long would she rest? Would she continue or would she be done? Curious. He tapped a finger against his thigh as he waited to see. If she looked, she'd see him, but he didn't care to hide. No reason to.

 

[Kyla Foy]

She sat there for the moment, slowly inhaling and exhaling. Her mind was extremely confident, set onto a certain type of goal to get too, which was finishing the exercise. She looked over towards her helmet seeing the nice painting job Metus his Company had done for her, unknowingly being slightly corrupted by the darkness from the suit. She was highly protected though against any kind of lightsaber or blaster. It would most definitely protect her in a large amount of ways. She looked into the air and her point of her feet were wiggling around.

She sat there for two minutes, having a little bit of time to relax before she placed her helmet back onto her head, *Thud* Her helmet went back and activated the sequences which were programmed. She stood up very slowly before walking once again. The steps were just as before slow and heavy footed by the weight. Her face looking downwards as she slowly was actually speeding up?! The resistance of the small amount of wind, together with the weight of the armor moving forward and her body that was bowing forward slightly more than usual, because she got tired was allowing her to go quicker forward, but then she fell *BOOM* She clenched her fists and stood up without sheathing a single tear or waiting for a single moment only to keep on wondering.

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And she kept going until she fell. Meric watched still, wondering if she'd make it up. She did, which was good, and he didn't hear any tears from her, which was also good. Then she kept on moving and he shook his head. The absolute willpower that the girl possessed was amazing as far as he was concerned. But still, he didn't approach further, only watching her. He thought about making things even more difficult for her, as a way of testing her, but if she was Metus' student then he wouldn't interfere in what she was doing. No sense in pissing Metus off.

 

[Kyla Foy]

When she fell down, she stood back up. She kept on walking, because otherwise she could've be stepped on. She knew there was only this moment, and the next moment, as if it was a test. A test, that could've only be done once. It was you live on, or you would die. This was somehow keeping her partly standing. The visions of a war keeping on haunting in her day dreams.

Her speed was decreasing, the building that was being made wasn't exactly small for the apprentices to train within another step was taken and another again, she fell once again, this time slamming onto the ground. Her helmet opened, and she coughed, slime coming from her lungs as she was sweating within her suit. She did lie there for a moment, a few tears were this time starting to show. She suddenly she started to yell, and she stood up. From the side it could be seen that drops of sweat fell of her forehead.

She went towards the wall and leaned on that continuing on going forward incredible slow, taking nearly twenty seconds for each step she took. "Can't give...up.." But in the end the sith left and She was alone to keep on wandering around.