Satja Askarin
Vherokior Combat Logistics
Minmatar Republic
6
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Posted - 2013.10.30 07:45:00 -
[1] - Quote
Satja enters the Gymnasium with a look of utter wonder on her face. She always does. The gym is a fantastic marvel of modern health technology. The sensor that criss-cross the walls and the array of advanced workout stations had always fascinated her, though she had not clue how they worked, only that they made the soul feel clean, and the body sore but always in a pleasant manner.
"Come on then" She says merrily, almost forgetting who she is talking to. "If you please Master."
Behind her Kador shakes his head, a slight frown appearing on his face. Though he is distracted by the sound of the Necom vibrating from the folds of his doublet.
They cross the gym, circumnavigating the marked out running track, Satja inspecting an incredibly muscular woman as she runs past, at and super human pace, a bored look on her face.
Immortals, she half curses under her breath, taking all that for granted.
They pass by a number of new machines, the Matari woman running her hand a long the last in the line wistfully, on their way to the steel case lockers against the far wall. Carefully she extracts the clothing from the locker and makes for the womens changing rooms.
She is not surprised to she Kador simply shrugging out of the doublet and into a loose fitting rough spun brown tunic. She could always admire her masters physique. The Theological Council had done a fantastic job of eating away at the bodies weakness. Like most immortals, more so the Templars she knew or had seen in the aid stations, his was a hard body, sheathes of muscle, oddly hairless, though she was not sure if that was by choice or physiology.
Either way despite this more rational outlook she hurried away with warm cheeks and returned some minutes later, changed into a close fitting, dark track top, and shorts. In a way she supposed she looked far more gangly than most of the women here. Long frame, lean muscle, and not much, she lamented, womanly charm.
She beckoned for the Templar to follow, he had already finished the half ritualised calisthenics and was bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet.
Good, He is learning.
The pair approach one console, the far corner of the room. Satja taps the touch screen half a dozen times and the floor raises slightly into a small Caldari sparring ring, similarly white tatami mats appear from the floor, and a series of racks with half a dozen short practice blades rise up to hover artistically at the rings boundaries.
The pair ignore it, remove their shoes, and take familiar stances facing one another.
"You ready this time" She asks in a mocking voice, flipping the hair back from her shoulder, already painfully aware of one of the other visitors staring at the extensive scarring down her should and back.
"Not bloody likely" He grunts back, and lunges at her. |
Satja Askarin
Vherokior Combat Logistics
Minmatar Republic
7
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Posted - 2013.11.11 09:46:00 -
[2] - Quote
The scene unfolding before her is almost comical, the stupefied look on Kador's face at Galm's appearance is almost instantly replaced first with confusion, then fear, then plain defiance. She can tell this because for half a second he risks a quick concerned glance back at her.
Amidst the chaos she notes that the pretty woman from the halls was to one to have spoken, interrupting that loathesome Maximia woman dead in her tracks.
Serves her right, she thought bitterly.
She glances at Galm, oddly noting that this was the first time she had ever met the man, but not the first time she had been told about him.
He is a man of middling height, shorter than Kador, from her place she could not tell if he was as stocky or powerfully built as her Master, but the man belied a calm and reserved air, which was only momentarily offset by a vicious flash in Galm's eyes.
Augmented, was her first thought, not a normal colour, not normal eyes....
There was no mistaking it though, that look in the eyes. Galm was a natural fighter, brawler, killer, call him what you would, something that you could not learn was present in the man, and this worried her.
If Kador starts a fight, it wont end well. She though this not out of malice or cruelty to her master, though she did feel as though she had betrayed him somewhat, but the facts were what they were. The Templar was good....but not that good.
However before Kador has the opportunity to speak, a thought occurred to her.
With a surprising confidence she managed to address the pretty Caldari woman and the loathsome Maxmia woman.
"You said you dealt in arms? We need that.... don't we Kador....? It only makes sense to have Demel and Maximia design the tank. Its almost perfect. We could have.... uh...." She stumbled some what unsure of the woman's name, very embarrassed that as Kador's servant she did not show the proper respects. She was well aware that she was of the lowest rank amongst the group..... "whatshername build it for us."
All she got out of Kador was a rough grunt of acknowledgement, but it was a start....and a better one than she had hoped. |