Anobis' Open Terrain

The teenager bursts out laughing. OH Bishop Ordo! You and I are going to be good friends I think! I agree entirely... They are the worst things ever invented! Soldiers should get to be soldiers! And when on leave we should have outfits we can move and dance in!
She stands up and brushes the crumbs off her hands, and clothes. I also like that you want to get things moving, I appreciate that. Well...She lightly claps her hands. Well I guess we have options, and they are all up to you. I know enough about Mandalorians to know that I can trust you to your word. First, you can refuse to help me in any way and tell me that you will swear vengeance on me. I will then be forced to kill you in cold blood and continue my search for my search... This is my least favorite option, by the way, please don't choose it. Next, you can refuse to help me, but say that you won't be a problem for me. I will leave you tied up here with the fire going and a ration bar, your friends will find you and save you. They will know you had been bested, and look at you as such. Also, not my favorite option. And a third option, this one is my favorite! You agree to help me, I give you back your gear and you bring me into your camp as a friend. Your defeat would be our secret, no need to bring it up to anyone. It's up to you really.

She of course did not, but Akulas was not sure who this guy was. Any seed of doubt she could plant would be a good one, Shooters? Well I am not sure that would be the best classification. Given that you have not killed me already is enough to make sure my assets put off action. Bishop Ordo though... She points at the still bound and armorless soldier I can confirm that was a solo effort. As, unfortunately, are my attempts at friendship. I did little things that I had to do and she won't let them go? Is she always like that?

Now! What have I done to earn such threats? I am Akulas. I was sent here to learn from a new teacher. She points to a pile of leaves. That is her stuff. Only when people really act like enemies. But I guess it makes some sense. You just have you be ready for things to change. It is very nice to meet you.

You mean more proof that incapacitating and disarming a Mandolorean without a weapon?She rolls her eyes, but then gets serious and continues. I didn't kill or even really harm her in case she was connected to the person I was here to find, and I stuck around in case there was a reason to talk. If I was not who I said I was, would I have done those things? Do you have any proof that you are the person I was sent here to find?

She opened her mouth, but in that moment her whit had left her, or more likely she didn't really have anything to say. He mentioned the Grand Moff, for her that was enough to confirm he knew Standash. Few other Grand Moffs would likely be sending a champion to learn from a Mandolorian. They weren't enemies of the First Order, but there would definitely be some explaining to the Emperor if he found out about this. Standash was one of the few with the clout, excuse, and the balance of pride to do this. I think you know as well as I do that I am not supposed to contact my benefactor unless I need to. She picked up her sack. It had its own straps but she also clipped it to her vest. The black vest was full of pockets that held various items. It was her vest that held the ration bars she had been eating earlier. She kicked girt over the small fire extinguishing the orange flame. She walked over to offer the woman a hand up. It is not hard feelings Bishop Ordo. I hope that we can be friends here. I would like to tell you how nice your armor is. I have never been able to touch it before tonight. Thank you for the opportunity to see Beskar up close!

I got it. Thank you for the bed, and for agreeing to train me. I am not sure what is ahead of me, but I saw fear in the eyes of my mentor when she talks about the assignment this is preparing me for. I have rarely ever seen her afraid. If training with you helps those fears I am excited. Most of the bravado was out of her voice, at this point. Standash's concern really did have her worried. Not for this training, but what was after it. Is there a place I can stretch and dance before then? I don't want to wake anyone up doing my exercises. I will see if I can sleep until 4:45, I suppose I could enjoy sleeping in a little.

I am here to serve, as long as you don't do anything that makes you an Enemy of those I have sworn allegiance to, I will follow all orders and shoot whoever needs shooting. She nods and enters the tent. She had slept in worse contions. She remembered the training mission on Dubrillion. You can escape cold, wind, and heat, but that humidity follows everywhere. That tent was miserable, and it was awful at keeping out bugs. This was pleasant.
She set her gear down and set her mind to her wake-up routine. She struggles to sleep. It wasn't that the mat was uncomfortable. On the contrary, these planets' light gravity compared to what she was used to making it feel like sleeping on a cloud. It was that same gravity that caused the problem. The space blanket she was using felt like it was barely there, there wasn't enough resistance on her chest to find a comfortable breathing pattern. She was used to sleeping with a weighted blanket in the cold of Carida, but this was very different. She gave up sleeping around 0400 have caught enough to keep her alert throughout the day. She was used to only sleeping 4 to 5 hours. The planet's star had not yet crested and she went out silently to stretch. As she did, she took in this unfamiliar sky. She used these morning stretches to think. This was the only time she ever really let herself open up. She could get vulnerable when she was the only one around. She thought of the troops training on Carida. She could think of a few that would be able to identify the stars above her and let herself get a little jealous of their skills. She let herself get a little angry that others had more visible skills. Many were smarter, much stronger, much faster, many were better fighters. All these things you could point to. She was cursed with helping others be their best. She was cursed with the background. The Moff had seen in, but she loved working behind the scenes 10 or 20 moves ahead. The Emporer trusted Standash's reporting, but he didn't know. She was very worried about not being good enough to lead Octavin's legion. She was afraid that she would help another take her spot. Mostly she was afraid of how happy she would be when that person took it. She yelled alone in the field, why couldn't she look out for herself for once? Why couldn't she be the best? Why did she feel bad for having these thoughts? Octavian would never like a girl this confused in the head. Her thoughts then fell to the boy. She couldn't talk to Standash about her thoughts since the dance. The Grand Moff would tell her that feelings get in the way of progress and ambition. That people like them are too important for things like this. But she kept thinking about his hands holding her waist and holding her up.

She jumped a little when the armored man spoke. Her awearness was infront of her. She trusted threats wouldn't come from behind and the camp. If they had wanted to kill you or capture her, they would have done it already, or would wait until she slept again. She recovered quickly. She picked up the balde befor saying anything. It wasn't sharp, but it was heavy. Her armor was made to deflect energy and cutting force, impact was lacking. This training was going to hurt and bruise. Nothing she hadn't experianced before. The weapon was unfimiliar, but that was a benifit of training in an Academy. Nothing was personalized, everythign was standard issue, and by that nature things were always different. She spun the weapon around understanding its weight and how it felt in her hands as she switched her grip. She nodded and turned around.
Sounds fun.
She took a defensive position. circling. She wanted to gain information about her opponent. The lighter gravity was an ally here. She was much stronger than she looked. He muscles toned and built by her homeworld. She would let him prepare for a girl's hesitant finess strikes. She would keep this advantage away for now.

She made no reaction to the feints, and continued to circle. The blade kept low. She did everything to give the impression it was heavy to her. She wanted it to look like that was why she let it hang low towards her feet. When she took a step she leaned with the sword's weight, making it look like it pulled her off balance. I thought I was here to learn from you? I am ready...
She was about to add labor to her breath but stopped. She didn't want to overdo it.