The Galaxy was never a safe place, and yet in recent months, that safety had lessened even more. As gigantic factions opened war against one another, it appeared that no planet or systems were now safe. Some people were against this, vying for peace, preaching patience. Scherezade herself could not be counted among them, her lust for blood becoming better and better known to those outside of her close circle with every war that was waged, with every battle in which she easily took the front line without a second though.
The only thing one could control was who they were off to fight; but no one could truly control what others decided to come fighting against them. The dance of death was not one done by mutual consent, and while peering over her Blueprints of Doom, she had come to realize just how lucky the Silvers were, for no knock had come knocking on their door thus. Yet this did not mean they were safe. There were whispers, rumors, coming from the eastern side of the galaxy. Whether those proved to be true or not, there was something she knew deep to her core; a war coming to them had a likelihood of taking too many lives, regardless of whether or not they emerged victorious.
Normally, the Blood Hound would not care. A life lost was a life lost, another number on a never-ending array of statistics that did not touch her. Yet in the heart of Silver space, there were those she cared for; those that if any harm would come to, would send her raging and willing to burn the entire galaxy, regardless of what the rules of the Confederacy stated. In the heart of Silver space, there was a child, a child by the name of Jason Dragonsflame, son of Josh Dragonsflame, and Scherezade had loved him from the moment she'd met him, though she'd been entirely too awkward about showing it.
So this… this series of training, was for him.
And none of them had to know about it.
The first round for the day was against @Domino. She had set the meeting at the Training Grounds outide, and had sent work for the blue twi'lek to come fully armed. While she had no intention of actually harming the woman, the woman who she knew very well had worked with her own mother nearly a millennia ago, the entire idea was to ensure they would not hold back when fighting those of east who would come to them; chickens hiding behind bigger empires that could kill them in an instant.
And so, Scherezade waited.