The Tide

[Eshtaol]

H Y P E R S P A C E
Onboard the Messenger
Higher

They'd turned one of the Messenger's rooms into a makeshift gym, laying out mats at all ends of the hall, putting up a handful of punching bags in one corner, putting up targets in another. Numerous shelving units boasted a fairly creative range of weapons - blades of all sorts, guns of just as much variety, and several items that Yvana couldn't even put a name to.

This substitute training area served exactly what purpose it appeared to.

It had taken weeks - weeks of planning, of pacing around the room, voices rising as they fought to get a word in edgeways, staying up past the sunset, devising and redevising their strategies. It had taken weeks from when they'd first picked their target, but the Vigil had created a plan for their first attack. Yvana, at least, was proud of their planning, basking in the sensation of progress; of course, she wasn't one to let that get in the way of continuing. There was still so much they had to do before they could truly start to achieve results - not the least of which was preparing to launch the attack.

The Vigil hadn't the numbers or the presence for something loud and obvious, and Yvana held an undeniable degree of hesitance towards something that could take out the blameless (she held the firm principle that some things had to be done, but here there was a better option). Infiltration offered their best chance of success. She didn't doubt that every one of them was smart enough to pull off the attack, but the operation didn't depend solely on wits.

So where they lacked, they'd simply have to train.

-x-​

"Alright, everyone," she began, a smile and a nod taking the place of greetings. "You know the drill - we're here to train, and train hard. Pair up, use the targets, practice with weapons, whatever you think you need to work on." She couldn't claim to be accustomed to this freeform manner of training, but she couldn't claim to have liked the ruthlessness with which she was trained, either. Yvana had confidence in these people, after all.

- [member="Sam Paige"] - [member="Catya Delarn"] - [member="Grru"] - [member="Jy Din Lorr"] - [member="Diana Veneris"] - [member="Maiev"] -​

 

[Lok Xiangu]

Most of Catya's training came from the streets and non controlled scenarios. She had been trained by the drill sergeants and teachers of the once Galactic Republic in weapons, combat, strategy, and other things that served her well in life and her illegal profession as a vigilante. Today would be very different as she would be training with her associates in a controlled environment in which no one would be hurt badly, but would go to bed with some minor bruises.

She was also not wearing her armor which was replaced with a bodyglove suitable for today's training; however, she did keep her Vigilante helmet on as she hadn't revealed her face to her new associates. She trusted them, but not at the level of them knowing her identity.

In one room of the of Sam's ship was a decent gym area filled with punching bags, range and melee weapons, tin cans and salvaged droids for aiming practice, a few weights and other gym equipment to hone one's body, and a whole lot of other things for their training necessities. It was perfect and way better than one of those pricey gym memberships which none of them could really afford. At least the Arkanian Offshoot couldn't...not so sure about the others.

The Delarn approached Yvana and said to her, "Wanna pair up? And what you want to improve on?"

[member="Yvana"]

 

[Maiev]

At first Maiev had remained to the side, watching with slight amusement as the group slowly accumulated into the room. She was an early riser, and as such had arrived to find [member="Yvana"] putting the final touches on the makeshift gym that had been made out of one of The Messenger's more sizable areas. The fact they had gone from meeting up on Velusia, gathered on Sam's ship, debated for weeks on their next move, to then jumping into training soon after, showed this wasn't a group that was going to remain stationary for too long.

The witch watched [member="Catya Delarn"] with a cautious eye.

<Oh look, it's little miss mysterious.>

Maiev rolled her eyes slightly, but remained observant as the woman walked up to Yvana and suggest to pair up. She listened for a bit before moving over to one of the nearby crates. The lid was opened a crack, so she pulled it open to reveal a small supply of training swords. They were simple in nature; obviously dulled and would suit Maiev's needs for what she had in mind.

Now it was just a matter of finding someone to train with. Her eyes lingered over the others that hadn't stepped forwards or spoken up. A smile appeared on her face, that could probably be misconstrued as slightly wicked.

"So, does anyone want to train their evasion?" Maiev's looked over at the others, her eyes eventually landing on a certain blonde. "Diana, how about you?"

[member="Sam Paige"] | [member="Grru"] | [member="Jy Din Lorr"] | [member="Diana Veneris"] | [member="Tegan Katarn"]​

 

[Eshtaol]

She turned as she heard the woman's voice, breaking into a smile at the offer. It genuinely pleased her to see Jenny's eagerness, to have the opportunity to pair up - and though she'd never say so out loud, the curiosity caused by weeks of talking to the Offshoot from the other side of a helmet added a second perk to better getting to know the vigilante. But her own inquisitiveness was always the lesser bonus, and Yvana always knew it.

"Sure," she replied easily, contemplating the second question. "I've learned hand-to-hand, but I've not learned to fight long range."

Combat was the only benefit of her imprisonment that she'd admit to. From the start, from the very day she'd been lined up in a training hall next to nineteen others she'd known she could not let this last, but they were giving her the very tools she could one day use to defeat them. She wasn't glad of having had the training forced on her, she hadn't been even once. Gladness would've been to have lived the life of whoever had come before test subject number nine, to have never realised the war evil wrought on the galaxy or the war that needed to be fought in return. But that would've been ignorance. It was in no way good that she'd been exposed to the darkness against her will. In the long run, though, she supposed it had been necessary.

Yvana would always, always despise that anyone could dare take someone and try to reshape their very being - but even if it had been for the purpose of serving as tools, they'd been trained in the labs how to fight, and trained well.

And now she could take every single thing they'd taught her and use it to take them all down.

"You any good with guns?"

| [member="Catya Delarn"] |​

 

[Lok Xiangu]

There was a little smirk on her face when Yvana asked her if she was any good with firearms. She knew how to wield pistols, shotguns, assault and regular rifles, and ordnances. Weapons were second to her close quarters combat techniques, but she loved guns.

"Any good with guns? Please, you're talking to someone who's constantly shooting at someone," Catya replied back to her associate and led the way to where the guns and target dummies where at.

As a vigilante she carried not loads of firearms and weapons, but a decent storage of it. All of which she earned by stealing from dead criminals and outlaws she came across with. And most of the weapons brought here in the Messenger's gym were of Catya's. Slugthrowers, blasters, and even some sonic weaponry.

"Pick a gun and show me what you got," the Arkanian Offshoot simply said to [member="Yvana"] and waited to judge her results.