The Emerald Flame
Location: Verun - Medjai Temple
Tags:
Dreidi Xeraic
Ship: "The Red Hare"
Equipment: Prosthetics, Diana original lightsaber +attachment rods, Diana's master ligthsaber, training objects, Battle armor.
Droids: Orange Kitten, Blue Squid
Objective: Train
Inspirational music
The slow decent was intentional. A collection of 30 odd stones of various sizes was floating around the heavily armored woman. Hair bright red, nearing neon but shining brightly with the force letting it almost appear like a fire. Thick grey streaks showed that the person was getting on in age while the power that flowed through her was clearly making her full of life. Thick scarring was clear on her skin, her neck and left side of her face having many a scar and a particular one running across the dimmed and clearly blind left eye. Soft green energy flowed in the emerald eyes of the woman who breathed out with a soft determined focus. The rocks landed, each arranged neatly in a circle around her as the heavy metal armor she wore made a soft clinking noise when her breath finally escaped her.
There was a scala of different tools around her. Weapons she trained with, weights she lifted. Even a patch of frozen grass where she had meditated on one of her specialties, Cryomancy. The woman was well aware of the many people who felt that her training was too 'barbaric'. Working out in extremely heavy armor. Wielding a lightsaber that was many grams heavier then it needed to be. Fighting with hand to hand combat if she could instead of using blasters, and even settling for the use of force powers that were considered to be dark side of the force by some. She never believed in that, there was no such thing in her mind as inherit good or evil. Only intent and results. If you fought for what was right then there were things that needed to be done. Her master had taught her that, and she would never forget it. To many she was considered an oddity, but to herself they often were considered unprepared.
The eyes now slowly dimmed, as the natural emerald colored eye of the lady, next to the dimmed blind left one, started to gaze around her. Sweaty she stepped through the courtyard that was the place to train for those wishing to hone their skills in the Medjai. 7 Years of isolated training had done the woman little favors in terms of social skills perhaps, but her abilities had rose exponentially. She moved her body, as a soft whirring sound erupted from her prosthetic left leg and arm. A gentle step after gentle step took her to a bench just off to the side where a small bundle of food was waiting for her. A rare treat to herself, she had baked soft buns with sweet cream the evening before and was now excited to get to eat them with the feeling of fulfillment they would bring. A delight that was both sweet smelling and a delicacy she would never show others to be a guilty pleasure of hers. It was somehow a thing she felt most at home keeping to herself. Though those who knew her were already well aware of her oddities, a sizable collection of them there were.
As her steps finally reached the bench she decided to take the time to sit in peace. The metal bench under an exotic tree offering shade and a somewhat secluded respite from the busy courtyard. She had placed her bag against the cold stone of the resting place, a thick leathery thing that was function over form. She looked around and sighed, the amazonian build woman slowly raised her hands, taking off piece after piece of the heavy gear until she had taken off most of the upper body's armor. Resting in a tank-top that she had felt most comfortable with under her clothing. The black thing hiding her chest, but betraying her thick muscled form and the many scars that riddled her body. The metal arm clearly a design of her own as its connecting piece was of a rather primitive design. She sighed as the weight was finally off her shoulders, a good few more then an average Jedi's outfit's weight was now finally resting on the floor instead of her shoulders. She sat down, and opened the package of food, small decorated buns with a sweet smell appeared as the woman let the force go from her mind for a second, which returned her hair to the slightly less bright red and her face to betray once more that a few wrinkles had set in. Oddly making her amazonian build still feel almost motherly.
"I missed training with others around... but I have to admit bun's, you were missed more..."
Softly speaking to her food, unaware of the world around her. The woman seemed to almost unaware of how it would look to those around her.
-=The Emerald Flame=-
