The Emerald Flame
Location: Pii III - Wide Valley
Tags:
Lace Verd
+ openShip: "The Red Hare"
Equipment: Prosthetics, Emerald Jedi Cloak, Diana original lightsaber +attachment rods, Diana's master ligthsaber, training objects.
Droids: Orange Kitten, Blue Squid
Objective: Train
Inspirational music
It was the first time in a long while that Diana was going to do this. A serious look crawled across her face as if her life depended on it, as the biological handgrasped fabric and the metal left hand grabbed a soft white cloak. Was she sure this was smart? A sigh escaped her with reluctance as she put them back. No this cloak would just make her move slow. Softly her head fell against the metal plating that made up the ship 'The Red Hare'. It was a ship she used to keep under construction all by herself. Nowadays she finally got a droid who could make use of the many databases it possesses to work the ship into a formidable vessel. It was still small, but for her next upgrade she would have to make the ship actually bigger.
Ironically the ship was a lot, but not red. Besides the stark white walls and the bright blue accents, the only thing red on this freight ship was the hair of the woman who piloted it normally. Now in a state of disarray the woman, clad in a mechanics attire for the day, was an incredibly well build individual. At nearly 2 meters tall, she was covered in scars that accentuated themselves on the tight skin that fell over muscles that showed a dedicated warrior. Her left arm, a prosthetic that seemed to be of her own making, whirring softly as her identically artificial left leg find themselves to be of the quality that most others would be surprised it was build by an individual that had never done such work prior to a good 10 years ago.
Her red hair, now a collection of silver bangles, braids and bed-hair, found themselves to be to the woman's annoyance. She often wondered if taking it all off was smarter... and perhaps it was. She sighed, maybe next time... again. She raised the hands once more, the stark contrast between the biological and metal she wondered how she came here. It wasn't long before she came to the conclusion that she simply... was. Time to ensure someone else would not be in such a situation.
Her eyes took up, towards the dresser and took her old outfit out of it. It was perhaps her most easy to move in outfit. Nothing she appreciated more then that. Though the days where she wore that was before the muscles, and before the metal that now mimicked her lost limbs. She shook her head and threw it on the bed. Getting a cane from next to the drawer she whistled. Blue Squid, the large mechanic droid with its many tentacle arms, appeared after a minute or two.
"Miss, what can I do for you today?"
"Squid, get Kitten and make these 1.45% tighter. The springs need attuning and I'd appreciate if you do it posthaste. Overall check and clean, maximum time of 20 minutes till touchdown. Bring it to me when you are done."
She stood up and as the large droid undid her arm she shifted her balance right, the heavy metal having taken her mentality on balance to the extreme. She Felt the leg she stood up loosen as she shifted further, not using the cane to balance her one legged frame. She want on to shower, the cane replaced with a chair in the shower. The scars were a constant reminder to the green eyed woman that training and fighting are two different things... ironic how she lost her limbs while training, oppose to fighting. She knew she could get them back, but she was used to this now... and honestly she preferred to be reminded of the fact she was not immortal. She could die on the field and it would be a mess if someone did. She finished, and dressed herself with the help of the small droid 'Orange Kitten', a small field mechanic droid that helped with the repairs alongside the big 'blue squid'. The workstation still in her own bedroom, the two droids worked both to have her dress and service the limbs. With a sigh she stood and took her leave of the room, the droids still busy with the objects.
She felt her location vibrate through the force, she breathed, her skin filled with a health that was previously somewhat absent, like her gray hair that riddled her red seemed to become silver. Her eyes brightened, a soft shimmer as the left eye, cloudy and scarred, seemed to liven up again. She walked through the corridor, as she looked up and made a series of simple commands;
"Red Hare, intercom the arrival time, exit through hangar bay, Blue Squid should bring me my lightsabers and the practice ones too when he comes for the attachments."
She continued limping, the force now seeping from her being, in a strange wave of warmth did it come off her. She made her way to the hangar bay as the rumbling of the ship nearing its destination coincided with the announcement over the speaker:
"Welcome to Pii III! Our estimation is that touch down in the valley is in 5 minutes. The weather outside is calm and pleasant, the world is predominantly lush forest and awe-inspiring nature. Little to no population in the area, designated as 'training area - wide valley' by Captain Sophistica. Exit is at hangar bay, Captain Sophistica is present in the bay."
With a nod the woman awaited the arrival of her trainee. Just before touch-down the woman heard the soft humming of the droids as they appeared, with soft humming of their motors she found them to be exceptionally adept at attaching the objects to her, allowing her to stand on two legs once more. With a soft nod of gratitude she received the pieces of her equipment still missing, a set of two lightsabers, one dark with a blue crystal and seemingly uncomfortable weight, and a light white one with a golden crystal visible within. A small look to her side, would the woman be there she would nod at her to signify her eagerness to get started. If not then she would simply look around searching for the woman in particular.
The droids also provided a small box with multiple training objects, from normal to unorthodox, she liked to keep her training accurate. She recalled the brief, this woman had to re-learn about the force and was suffering... she simply hoped she could help the woman to find a good place among the stars... somewhat safer then she felt before perhaps.
Ironically the ship was a lot, but not red. Besides the stark white walls and the bright blue accents, the only thing red on this freight ship was the hair of the woman who piloted it normally. Now in a state of disarray the woman, clad in a mechanics attire for the day, was an incredibly well build individual. At nearly 2 meters tall, she was covered in scars that accentuated themselves on the tight skin that fell over muscles that showed a dedicated warrior. Her left arm, a prosthetic that seemed to be of her own making, whirring softly as her identically artificial left leg find themselves to be of the quality that most others would be surprised it was build by an individual that had never done such work prior to a good 10 years ago.
Her red hair, now a collection of silver bangles, braids and bed-hair, found themselves to be to the woman's annoyance. She often wondered if taking it all off was smarter... and perhaps it was. She sighed, maybe next time... again. She raised the hands once more, the stark contrast between the biological and metal she wondered how she came here. It wasn't long before she came to the conclusion that she simply... was. Time to ensure someone else would not be in such a situation.
Her eyes took up, towards the dresser and took her old outfit out of it. It was perhaps her most easy to move in outfit. Nothing she appreciated more then that. Though the days where she wore that was before the muscles, and before the metal that now mimicked her lost limbs. She shook her head and threw it on the bed. Getting a cane from next to the drawer she whistled. Blue Squid, the large mechanic droid with its many tentacle arms, appeared after a minute or two.
"Miss, what can I do for you today?"
"Squid, get Kitten and make these 1.45% tighter. The springs need attuning and I'd appreciate if you do it posthaste. Overall check and clean, maximum time of 20 minutes till touchdown. Bring it to me when you are done."
She stood up and as the large droid undid her arm she shifted her balance right, the heavy metal having taken her mentality on balance to the extreme. She Felt the leg she stood up loosen as she shifted further, not using the cane to balance her one legged frame. She want on to shower, the cane replaced with a chair in the shower. The scars were a constant reminder to the green eyed woman that training and fighting are two different things... ironic how she lost her limbs while training, oppose to fighting. She knew she could get them back, but she was used to this now... and honestly she preferred to be reminded of the fact she was not immortal. She could die on the field and it would be a mess if someone did. She finished, and dressed herself with the help of the small droid 'Orange Kitten', a small field mechanic droid that helped with the repairs alongside the big 'blue squid'. The workstation still in her own bedroom, the two droids worked both to have her dress and service the limbs. With a sigh she stood and took her leave of the room, the droids still busy with the objects.
She felt her location vibrate through the force, she breathed, her skin filled with a health that was previously somewhat absent, like her gray hair that riddled her red seemed to become silver. Her eyes brightened, a soft shimmer as the left eye, cloudy and scarred, seemed to liven up again. She walked through the corridor, as she looked up and made a series of simple commands;
"Red Hare, intercom the arrival time, exit through hangar bay, Blue Squid should bring me my lightsabers and the practice ones too when he comes for the attachments."
She continued limping, the force now seeping from her being, in a strange wave of warmth did it come off her. She made her way to the hangar bay as the rumbling of the ship nearing its destination coincided with the announcement over the speaker:
"Welcome to Pii III! Our estimation is that touch down in the valley is in 5 minutes. The weather outside is calm and pleasant, the world is predominantly lush forest and awe-inspiring nature. Little to no population in the area, designated as 'training area - wide valley' by Captain Sophistica. Exit is at hangar bay, Captain Sophistica is present in the bay."
With a nod the woman awaited the arrival of her trainee. Just before touch-down the woman heard the soft humming of the droids as they appeared, with soft humming of their motors she found them to be exceptionally adept at attaching the objects to her, allowing her to stand on two legs once more. With a soft nod of gratitude she received the pieces of her equipment still missing, a set of two lightsabers, one dark with a blue crystal and seemingly uncomfortable weight, and a light white one with a golden crystal visible within. A small look to her side, would the woman be there she would nod at her to signify her eagerness to get started. If not then she would simply look around searching for the woman in particular.
The droids also provided a small box with multiple training objects, from normal to unorthodox, she liked to keep her training accurate. She recalled the brief, this woman had to re-learn about the force and was suffering... she simply hoped she could help the woman to find a good place among the stars... somewhat safer then she felt before perhaps.