Administrator
Location: Geonosis - Golbah City - Training Facility
Tags: [member="Chikako Liona"]
Srina moved through the well-lit corridors of the Confederate training facility on Geonosis at a leisurely pace. She knew every nook and cranny of the vast fortress, and made it her duty, to check in on the newly minted soldiers going through basic. The building was large, well-fortified, and painted in rather drab colors of gray on the inside and soft brown for the exterior. The outside mimicked the sand and desert that surrounded Golbah City itself. Close the capital building, where politicians and viceroyalty held their meetings, but far enough away to observe protocol. It was a bastion of safety and security in a place that seemed specifically designed to devour and destroy all things. Not even droids were spared the eroding effects of dirt and dust that caked in their gears and joints.
Yet here, in an unlikely place, the small Echani found herself at peace. It was unlike the tall white towers of Eshan that pierced the sky, but no less appealing, in its own way.
The slender young woman walked with all the grace of a little warrior queen with two soft towels slung loosely over her shoulder. She held a basket in her other hand, having prepared two chilled bota’s of water, and a light, fruit-based snack. There were sealed containers that held an assortment of emerald grapes, sweet berries, burrfruit, and most importantly, jogan fruit. Srina would have made something more substantial but her culinary skills were lacking. Besides, something light, after a hard morning session would serve her new pupil well.
The designated training room was empty when she arrived. No, [member="Chikako Liona"] was not late, but Srina always attempted to arrive early enough to secure a space. There were hundreds of men and women that used this facility regularly to improve their skills. The Confederacy was at war and the diligence of their people showed through hard work and determination. The room was a shade of off-white, taupe, with padded walls and floors. It was designed to absorb even the most powerful of Force Related attacks and kinetic blasts.
Srina seemed small, nearly approachable, in such a large open space. The diminutive apprentice set the items that she had brought with her on the singular bench in the room. It was important to her that her student stayed hydrated, especially, because she seemed less experienced in the ways of their people. Srina had grown up in House Vail, where combat, and military prowess were valued above most other things. Yes, her father was a diplomat, and her mother was an artist, but they had already completed their required tenure in the service by the time she was born. This girl seemed to have no memory, no recollection, of any sort of discipline or teachings that would help her navigate the galaxy safely.
As an Assistant Viceroyal, she would need to know how to protect herself, no matter how many guards she had access to. No Echani should ever wait for someone else to save them. They were perfectly capable of saving themselves.
The striking woman was dressed for the morning in what seemed to be very little. A pair of fitting black leggings, with black strips of leather, tucked into what appeared to be knee-high, soft, flat-bottomed boots. They had tread for traction but no heel to speak of. On her torso, she wore a work out brassiere that was a bland grey color. The rest of her remained bare. All in all, imposing, she was not. Even her hair, braided back in one long, thick rope, seemed almost reminiscent of a child.
She did not seem like someone that could split a man in half with minimal effort, or someone that could summon a Smoke Demon, but she was. All aspects of her person should be regarded with caution and care.
Srina made her way to the middle of the room and her body folded down to a seated position. Legs crossed, hands resting on her knees, she closed her eyes to meditate until [member="Chikako Liona"] arrived.
Tags: [member="Chikako Liona"]
"A fighter, a real strong fighter, should always look dignified and calm, and I believe that any expression of aggression is an expression of weakness. A strong person will not be nervous and will not express aggression towards his opponent. He will be confident in his abilities and his training; then he will face the fight calm and balanced."
Srina moved through the well-lit corridors of the Confederate training facility on Geonosis at a leisurely pace. She knew every nook and cranny of the vast fortress, and made it her duty, to check in on the newly minted soldiers going through basic. The building was large, well-fortified, and painted in rather drab colors of gray on the inside and soft brown for the exterior. The outside mimicked the sand and desert that surrounded Golbah City itself. Close the capital building, where politicians and viceroyalty held their meetings, but far enough away to observe protocol. It was a bastion of safety and security in a place that seemed specifically designed to devour and destroy all things. Not even droids were spared the eroding effects of dirt and dust that caked in their gears and joints.
Yet here, in an unlikely place, the small Echani found herself at peace. It was unlike the tall white towers of Eshan that pierced the sky, but no less appealing, in its own way.
The slender young woman walked with all the grace of a little warrior queen with two soft towels slung loosely over her shoulder. She held a basket in her other hand, having prepared two chilled bota’s of water, and a light, fruit-based snack. There were sealed containers that held an assortment of emerald grapes, sweet berries, burrfruit, and most importantly, jogan fruit. Srina would have made something more substantial but her culinary skills were lacking. Besides, something light, after a hard morning session would serve her new pupil well.
The designated training room was empty when she arrived. No, [member="Chikako Liona"] was not late, but Srina always attempted to arrive early enough to secure a space. There were hundreds of men and women that used this facility regularly to improve their skills. The Confederacy was at war and the diligence of their people showed through hard work and determination. The room was a shade of off-white, taupe, with padded walls and floors. It was designed to absorb even the most powerful of Force Related attacks and kinetic blasts.
Srina seemed small, nearly approachable, in such a large open space. The diminutive apprentice set the items that she had brought with her on the singular bench in the room. It was important to her that her student stayed hydrated, especially, because she seemed less experienced in the ways of their people. Srina had grown up in House Vail, where combat, and military prowess were valued above most other things. Yes, her father was a diplomat, and her mother was an artist, but they had already completed their required tenure in the service by the time she was born. This girl seemed to have no memory, no recollection, of any sort of discipline or teachings that would help her navigate the galaxy safely.
As an Assistant Viceroyal, she would need to know how to protect herself, no matter how many guards she had access to. No Echani should ever wait for someone else to save them. They were perfectly capable of saving themselves.
The striking woman was dressed for the morning in what seemed to be very little. A pair of fitting black leggings, with black strips of leather, tucked into what appeared to be knee-high, soft, flat-bottomed boots. They had tread for traction but no heel to speak of. On her torso, she wore a work out brassiere that was a bland grey color. The rest of her remained bare. All in all, imposing, she was not. Even her hair, braided back in one long, thick rope, seemed almost reminiscent of a child.
She did not seem like someone that could split a man in half with minimal effort, or someone that could summon a Smoke Demon, but she was. All aspects of her person should be regarded with caution and care.
Srina made her way to the middle of the room and her body folded down to a seated position. Legs crossed, hands resting on her knees, she closed her eyes to meditate until [member="Chikako Liona"] arrived.
