Delila Castillon
#OldRedheadsReign
Firemane Training Camp | Location : Silver Sanctum Territory, exact Classified | Program : Firemane Cadet Leadership Camp
Dawn rose over the vast fields of the Firemane Training Camp. Well manicured grass glistened with dew, mists laid in low areas, yet to be burnt off by the rising sun. Despite the idyllic setting, the training camp was anything but quiet. Sentients of all colors were already on training grounds, moving over obstacles while an instructor barked out orders loud enough to be heard across the grounds. Far in the distance, explosions and blaster fire could be heard on another training ground. Smoke rose into the early morning air and a whoop of victory could be heard.
Cutting through the other part of the expansive grounds were a group of children, pre-teens to teenagers. They were wearing camouflage BDU pants, combat boots, and gray shirts with 'FCLC' in bold reflective letters on their backs. It wasn't the standard uniform of Firemane but it was needed to set the children apart. After all, no one wanted the kids wandering into a live-fire exercise.
The sound of boots smacking against the duracrete sidewalk was surprisingly loud for a group of kids. A light jog moved the group at a brisk pace. An Eldorai female called out cadence in perfect timing, keeping the group on a set rhythm.
"...but I tend to disagree."
BUT I TEND TO DISAGREE
"Some say freedom is won through the barrel of a gun..."
SOME SAY FREEDOM IS WON THROUGH THE BARREL OF A GUN
"...tell me why, tell me why..."
TELL ME WHY, TELL ME WHY
Just a week into the camp and the group was already performing better, calling out in unison and keeping up at the jogging pace. Most of the kids in attendance had wanted to come, either interested in military careers or having a family background in the military. Touted as a 'leadership camp', it was designed to give the interested parties a taste of what their life could be in the future.
Hair in a ponytail, Norah stayed in the middle of the pack, doing her jogging and cadence. She had begged to go here. While she was spending a great deal of time on Voss studying at the Silver Sanctum's Jedi Academy....well, not to be a Jedi but archaeology....she sorely missed being around other normal kids. The 5-week intensive leadership camp was what she needed. Normal kids doing obstacles without any mystical powers. Kids with families. Ones that went to normal school and lead an average life.
It made her feel at home, being around so many like her. Home had been hard to come by. Things weren't exactly working with [member="Dirks Hutchinson"] . Hence her time on Voss, it was merely easier to be away. To carve out her own path at such a young age.
[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
Dawn rose over the vast fields of the Firemane Training Camp. Well manicured grass glistened with dew, mists laid in low areas, yet to be burnt off by the rising sun. Despite the idyllic setting, the training camp was anything but quiet. Sentients of all colors were already on training grounds, moving over obstacles while an instructor barked out orders loud enough to be heard across the grounds. Far in the distance, explosions and blaster fire could be heard on another training ground. Smoke rose into the early morning air and a whoop of victory could be heard.
Cutting through the other part of the expansive grounds were a group of children, pre-teens to teenagers. They were wearing camouflage BDU pants, combat boots, and gray shirts with 'FCLC' in bold reflective letters on their backs. It wasn't the standard uniform of Firemane but it was needed to set the children apart. After all, no one wanted the kids wandering into a live-fire exercise.
The sound of boots smacking against the duracrete sidewalk was surprisingly loud for a group of kids. A light jog moved the group at a brisk pace. An Eldorai female called out cadence in perfect timing, keeping the group on a set rhythm.
"...but I tend to disagree."
BUT I TEND TO DISAGREE
"Some say freedom is won through the barrel of a gun..."
SOME SAY FREEDOM IS WON THROUGH THE BARREL OF A GUN
"...tell me why, tell me why..."
TELL ME WHY, TELL ME WHY
Just a week into the camp and the group was already performing better, calling out in unison and keeping up at the jogging pace. Most of the kids in attendance had wanted to come, either interested in military careers or having a family background in the military. Touted as a 'leadership camp', it was designed to give the interested parties a taste of what their life could be in the future.
Hair in a ponytail, Norah stayed in the middle of the pack, doing her jogging and cadence. She had begged to go here. While she was spending a great deal of time on Voss studying at the Silver Sanctum's Jedi Academy....well, not to be a Jedi but archaeology....she sorely missed being around other normal kids. The 5-week intensive leadership camp was what she needed. Normal kids doing obstacles without any mystical powers. Kids with families. Ones that went to normal school and lead an average life.
It made her feel at home, being around so many like her. Home had been hard to come by. Things weren't exactly working with [member="Dirks Hutchinson"] . Hence her time on Voss, it was merely easier to be away. To carve out her own path at such a young age.
[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]