
Location: Kashyyyk, Silver Rest, Indoor Training Gym
Mi'la could feel gravity taking it's toll, as she dangled from seventy feet, her finger tips digging into what little of a hand hold as she could. A lump in her throat developed, as she tried to lift herself up, only to have her muscles give out from the fatigue. She looked around, frantic to find another purchase in the rock bed, as she could hear the clattering of legs from down below; the energy spiders would be on her soon. Thinking she might have found another reached out, trying another angle, her hand grabbing for one of the adjacent stalagmites to continue her climb. To her horror, her supporting hand slipped, just as her other hand brushed against the rock she was reaching for, sending the padawan into a plummet. A shill scream cleared her throat, as Mi'a tumbled down towards the bottom of the cave. She stopped after the first ten feet, her body slamming into the pillow soft safety mat, as the training scenario ended. The monotone voice of the training system announced the results, but it did little to mend the padawans bruised ego. 'New Personal Best Achieved, Seventy Five feet on Kessel Course. Congratulations.' "Well thanks I guess." She muttered, rubbing her bruised Lekku, as she got back to her feet. She felt rather gross, her clothes soaked with sweat after her third attempt at this course, and her hands had been worked away at her repeat attempts on the course. Deciding it would be best to head to the showers, Mi'la did just that, leaving the holographic room behind, as she walked her way through the gym.
She hadn't gotten more than a few feet before one of her fellow padawan's called out to her. He was a muscle bound dolt named Garva, and he was busy doing reps with his droid spotter. How he managed to find time to talk while lifting, Mi'la wasn't sure, but she did know the young man could not keep his mouth shut. "It's about time you finished in there wormhead, you're not going to beat my record." Mi'la merely rolled her eyes, not paying the man any mind; he would just argue senselessly anyways. "Hey, I'm talking to you Undari, you just gonna run away whenever someone calls you out?" He shouted this time, causing the Twi'lek to come to a halt. Turning around, Mi'la only crossed her arms, a sly grin forming across her face, as she was posed and ready to strike back at whatever gibberish Garva was going to say. He was mid rep, struggling to push the bar back up to the droid, who seemed none too keen on taking it. "Come on. You can do it. Just a little more." The droids' monotone voice seemed to be more mocking than encouraged, but it amused Mi'la none the less. She began to walk closer to the bench, just in case Garva needed help; sometimes the droids were a little slow to respond. She could see his face contort, as her fellow padawan was straining to push the bar up, he wouldn't be able to hold it much longer. "Garva, you need to stop talking trash when your lifting. You end up just wasting your breath." Mi'la spoke, trying to give advice that was none the less going to be ignored. Just before she could react and help the man, the droid finally noticed his plight, and took the bar, letting the fatigued Garva slump back onto the bench. "Just...shut up..." He managed to get out. Figuring that talking with him wouldn't do any good, Mi'la decided to just let him be.
She only smiled, then turned to leave, only to hear the sound of a thud, and Garva's pained shouts. Spinning around, Mi'la witnessed the same bar Garva had been trying to lift now pinning the man across the neck, his spotter droid holding the bar and pressing it down onto the padawan. "Come on. You can do it. Just a little more." It repeated, though it's intent was rather obvious now. Mi'la reacted quickly, reaching out and throwing the droid against the wall, before moving to throw the weights off her fellow padawan. "Why did it do that?!?" He gasped, holding his bruised neck, as Mi'la helped him up. "I don't know" was all she could reply. Looking to the destroyed remains of the droid, Mi'la couldn't understand why it would attack like that. Was it just a software malfunction? "Come on, lets get you to the med bay and figure out what is going on." The two padawans would leave the gym, making their way to the medbay, only to hear more cries of alarm echo through out the facility. Something had gone wrong with the droids.
"This is open to anyone that can justify being at Silver Rest Temple. Training Droids are running amuck at Silver Rest, and it's up to us to stop them. Have fun!"
