The Flame Major
Caelag smiled kindly as she walked past the numerous children, primarily chiss with several others mixed in, to stand at the doorway. Things had become so quiet, so peaceful, in her life. She'd never felt so, useful. After her time as a Republic soldier, she'd been presumed dead for a year or so at this point, and no one had ever come for her. Not her Father, not her few friends, no one. She'd truly disappeared from the face of the galaxy. Few people could ever hope to achieve what she had, few people could ever dream of being able to escape their old lives.
Even if she still secretly purchased and practiced with her custom rifle, a modified X-52 cold war sniper rifle. Even out here, where she was simply Miss Ayla, a small school teacher, she couldn't expect war to stay away forever. For the sake of the children she had to keep up some level of ability to protect them... and so she kept it locked away in her classroom locker, where the kids wouldn't see it and she could easily get it out in an emergency.
But she'd never needed it, and today seemed to be no exception as she let the little ones out for recess and their midday meals. The woman let out a small sigh as the last student ran off, before she returned to her desk and sat down, relaxing back a bit. She dressed somewhat like she had at military balls, a nice shirt and pants, but nothing too restrictive or elegant. In fact outside of her bandage-like blindfold, and purple hooded cloak, you wouldn't have reason to really look at her twice.
She liked it that way.
[member="Aster Rose Baelor"]
Even if she still secretly purchased and practiced with her custom rifle, a modified X-52 cold war sniper rifle. Even out here, where she was simply Miss Ayla, a small school teacher, she couldn't expect war to stay away forever. For the sake of the children she had to keep up some level of ability to protect them... and so she kept it locked away in her classroom locker, where the kids wouldn't see it and she could easily get it out in an emergency.
But she'd never needed it, and today seemed to be no exception as she let the little ones out for recess and their midday meals. The woman let out a small sigh as the last student ran off, before she returned to her desk and sat down, relaxing back a bit. She dressed somewhat like she had at military balls, a nice shirt and pants, but nothing too restrictive or elegant. In fact outside of her bandage-like blindfold, and purple hooded cloak, you wouldn't have reason to really look at her twice.
She liked it that way.
[member="Aster Rose Baelor"]