Bullets and power-cells
CQB PRACTICE
Objective: Training Time
Location: Darasuum Yaim - Cynthia Solus's Homestead
Weapon: These Hands
Equipment: Training Outfit, Paralyzing Lipstick, Tinfoil Hat Band
Augmentation: PGEM-SAP "Amber Eyes"
Ship: The Tourist
She almost regretted the offhand remark to Dominik Borra now about her lack of hand to hand combat skills. Idle conversation that had divulged more than she had intended to. Which seemed alarmingly easy to do while speaking with him. Granted she had also had a bit of fun while meeting and lingering in his presence. And would perhaps enjoy seeing him again.
Not that she would openly admit that fact.
Though the cost of that was finding herself at the call of Jade Isara. The woman whose trifold wedding she had been attending before with said person of interest. And was likely the person who had signed her up for lessons in hand to hand combat. If the woman had drawn the eye of not only Star and another Mando, Niki felt she might have been thrown into the deepest end of the proverbial pool for trainers.
She could have ignored the summons, sure. But the gut feeling of far worse happening if she had feigned ignorance and let the offer fall was something she could not explain. So rather than let the offer go, she found herself in the personal home of Cynthia Solus at Jade's behest.
"I am putting a tracking bug in the collar of his shirt the next time I see him." She muttered to herself, idly stretching as she eyed the collection of medical supplies she had brought with her.
She wasn't even teasing the idea of even landing a scratch on her instructor. Rather preparing for the worst when she received any sort of cut. The uninitiated to Atoan anatomy tended to find themselves alarmingly under-prepared for dealing with their unique capacity for losing blood.