Sanya Val Lerium
Neutral, Queen of Her people, Neko

It was early hours of the morning when Sanya's data pad started going off. she had received an urgent request from master [member="Corvus Raaf"]. she read the message several times over to make sure it was correct it was definitely addressed to Sanya.
she layed back in her bed letting out a low, long sigh. "well duty calls"
she rolled out of her bed and made her way to the bathroom to splash cold water on her face. she looked up to see her reflection in the mirror studying her face. this was the first time Sanya had been entrusted with such a responsibility.
Bracing her hand on either side of the sink, she lower her head and to watch the drops of water fall from her face. her gray, shoulder length hair fell forward to covering her face like a blind. After several seconds she stood up straight, using the fingers of both hands to sweep it back into place.
after drying her face off she made her way back across the apartment back into her room to the dresser and wardrobe. she reached in pulling out her thermal gear placing each item in a rucksack.
As she picked up her rucksack and sabers off her bedside draws Sanya made her way to the door. it was still early and most where still asleep, the halls were almost empty, apart from those that where floating around thats been doing late night training or getting ready for training. still it was empty enough that her foot steps echoed off the walls.
she had finally reached her ship in the hanger her eyes focused on all it's details, if anything sanya was supprised it wasn't scratched to death yet the metal shined under the lights above. she made her way up the ramp placing her bag in the secure netting above her head leaving space for the other padawans bag.
before Sanya had chance to go to the cockpit she herd footsteps from behind her she looked over her shoulder to check who it was. she didn't recognize the face although she seemed young from her features. 'this must be the padawan I'm taking to ilum.'
Sanya turned around to face the girl, "hello I'm Sanya." they both stood at the same height witch seemed ironic. as Sanya stood there she could feel force signatures almost mached each others. it was rare for force users signature to match another's and it was surprising to encounter, if anything it felt strange. "so you good at dealing with cold weather? well I mean absolutely freezing." Sanya giggled for a moment
[member="Victoria Undomiél"]