And so it begins....
Feb 27, 2016 5:43:06 GMT
Post by Admin on Feb 27, 2016 5:43:06 GMT
Eyes of the deepest brown. Hair the color of midnight. Her body tight like a pulled bowstring. Cad'Sha, Sha to her friends, walked through the halls of the facility smiling at her newest assignment. Raguel had finally wakened from his coma and she was sent to see if he was fit to return to duty. There were contracts that needed to be taken care of. And they needed him in that dark place between worlds to do just that.
Her job was to make sure he was fit, and join him to make sure he stayed that way. Mandelorians were known to be great fighters. She was no exception. But she had left before her training had been completely finished. She had no rank standing in her family, so there was no point in staying where she was not going to earn any prominent position. She had been found and brought here. Her own hand to hand arts were in training as well as her small arms training. She wasn't a professional, but they deemed her worthy of working with Raguel and hopefully keeping him out of comas in the future.
She walked into the simulator room and watched the monitors as Raguel trained. She admitted for a recently, nearly dead, man, he looked pretty good. His health stats, monitored by all the droids in the room, were strong. His heart rate and breathing was a little high, but it was to be expected.
She left the monitoring room and stepped into the training room. When his simulation ended, she would be waiting for him by the door.
Her job was to make sure he was fit, and join him to make sure he stayed that way. Mandelorians were known to be great fighters. She was no exception. But she had left before her training had been completely finished. She had no rank standing in her family, so there was no point in staying where she was not going to earn any prominent position. She had been found and brought here. Her own hand to hand arts were in training as well as her small arms training. She wasn't a professional, but they deemed her worthy of working with Raguel and hopefully keeping him out of comas in the future.
She walked into the simulator room and watched the monitors as Raguel trained. She admitted for a recently, nearly dead, man, he looked pretty good. His health stats, monitored by all the droids in the room, were strong. His heart rate and breathing was a little high, but it was to be expected.
She left the monitoring room and stepped into the training room. When his simulation ended, she would be waiting for him by the door.