It was that time again. Another wave of recruits that was given over for a new training reign. Saphira scouled from behind her desk as she looked over the list of names given to her.


"longer list this time. Perhaps the VE does indeed like how I am... managing the Greenies."

Her face pulled back to form a smile. Red skin almost glowing against  the black flamed marks that covered her entire body. No they wern't a tribal thing. Saphira was born with them. A gift that she was told. For her.. it ment being diffrent and above the others of her species. She couldn't hide as well as others. Making her work harder into being the hard ass that she was now.

Just like my old days in the academy..

The Twi'lik thought silently as she stood, shuffeling away the papers befors straightening her VE uniforme. The new recruits she surmissed should be gathering once more in the trainign room.  The female thought about playing another test with this group as she had with the first set. Yet she needed to keep it up a notch. Diffrent ways to introduce the training would always keep them guessing.


"Just in case they meet other would be's in their travels in the command.."

Her voice milked smoothly threw the halls as her boots tapped lighty. Armed only with her standard blaster and vibro blade she looked rather not so armed. Looks were always decieving.


Yes.. perhaps that will be an excellent idea for this new set

Oh how Saph loved comming up with her scheming ideas. Her own squad when she wasn't here training had endured many of her "pranks" and "schemes". Partially to annoy her SL and much more to keep everyone on their toes. She chuckled lighty before turning right down the hall. Passing a few of her first group who were about to be graduated and set off to their first squads. They nodded to her lighty and scampered away as she cam closer to the entrence room...

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Basicly guys.. this rooom that your in is yours to describe. I want to see how creative you can be. Basic idea that it's a training/classroom.

I ran my fingers threw the lit flame of my lighter, I liked fire its gotin me  in and out of trouble lots of times back home on Rodia. Where i hunted beasts and rodians alike, i learned not to make friends since i grew up on a planet on which you only survive by betraying any rodian you come across.
    But now i sit in this room waitin for somthing to happen. I saw a human stood  across the room from me, cracking his knuckleand waiting anxiously. I dont think he was nervous, shit i was nervous. I didnt really have a reason for being here besides the fact i'd get to blow shit up.
    I then realised that i nearly  caught the tips of my fingers on fire," aww shiiiit!!!".  I fell over in my chair, and stumbled to my feet. The human chuckled, " what you laughin at". I drew a small blade from a strap on ankle and Threw at him,he leaned to the left with suprisingly speed and stood up to meet me.

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was that even remotely good?

As the sergeant entered, Zorgn dropped his hands to his sides and faced her. Another non-human. Distasteful, but if the Corps had let her in, she had his respect, if not his friendship.

She was farther than the rodian, however. That thing had neither at the moment. It had taken his laughter a bit too seriously and had thrown a knife of some kind at him. It something of a surprise that he had been allowed inside with weapons and a lighter, but Zorgn's reaction speed had saved him a potential scar or worse. If the sergeant had not entered when she did, the rodian might have been in a much less comfortable position than he was.

Sergeant Saphira Striker. I have a feeling I'm going to hate her later, but for now, she's not half bad. It was obvious she was trying to pull the whole 'You're in the army now, be very afraid' bit, and Zorgn just wasn't buying it. She'd made it, he'd make it. The work didn't matter, the danger, nothing. He'd get there or die trying, but he would not fear.

Nor would he step out of rank. He had a feeling the rodian would talk, and if he didn't Zorgn was content to remain silent unless ordered to do otherwise. He was here to learn, not socialize with the trainer, and this looked very much like a trap. If she wanted to know about him, she could just as easily ask as let the silence hang. For him, he'd meet her gaze and remain silent.

Bry turned to face the Sergeant and then back to the human. Zorgn
still had the same look on his face. Bry on the other hand thought he was gonna get his guts spilled out on the floor before him. He clencth his fists *gulped*, Zorgn looked at Bry with an arkward stare. " awww fuck it" Bry swung at the Sergeant

Zorgn tried not to grin. Attacking someone who is definitely better trained is asking to be hurt in new and exciting ways. Zorgn wasn't quite into that, he was in one piece and hoped to stay that way. Getting torn up in training is a waste of time and energy that he wasn't willing to do unless ordered to it.

If he was ordered to fight, he'd fight and lose. He'd try to learn something from it, but fighting for little things wasn't worth it. I'd rather not. You outrank me, and beating be around the room won't do much good. I don't like you, I have no need to like you, and why would it matter what I think? I'll follow orders. No, more, no less.

His personal prejudices seemed beside the point. He was here to train to become a stormtrooper. Not here to become a better person, nor to attend counciling classes and have his head put back on straight by corps doctors.

Zorgn stepped back from the Sergeant and kept his eyes on her. She was strong, and he doubted that he could take her down if she attacked him. He'd keep his movements short, and close in. If he was overextended she'd have him down in an instant.

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bad post, but it's the best I can come up with for now.

Bry took to his feet and stared at the Sergeant  and Zorgn in mid conversaion. " Yo, man we can take her if we work together, she isnt nothing really" Zorng looked at the bloody and bruised rodian with a confused look on his face

Things were just great for Zorgn. The Sergeant wanted to fight, and Zorgn was unable to get out of it. So, against his better judgement he'd fight.

"Alright, bring it." Zorgn shut the hell up and backed away. He raised his hand to what he though was a decent fighting guard. he'd let her have the first move, and then he'd strike if the opportunity presented itself.

Zorgn fully expected to get pounded. Hopefully afterwards he'd know enough to have a chance later on. Given some training, perhaps he could beat her. If he was really lucky he'd not get pulverized too badly today. Hell, he might even win.

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Fight's to you. Control it, do what you want, please leave all limbs attached. Please don't speak for me, or at least too much.

Saphira grinned and didn't give a second to even think. With fully trained muscles she came in low. Striking out with her right foot  with a sweeping kick to knock his feet out from underneath him. A grin spreading across her face.

"Tell me one thing.."

She spoke, sliding back as Zorgn stumbled, wavering his hands to keep his balance as his cool gaze of haterd seeped out.

"What is that?"

He shot back comming at her quickly with a low right hand palm strike towards her face. The Twi'lik shot her hands up. Blocking him into a lock as she spun to his right side. Still holding his arm she pressed close enough to touch him and sent a knee up into his stomach.

"Why do you hate non-humans?"

He grunted, sucking in a painfull breath as he pulled back, freeing a hand and grabbed her by the throat. Adding one of his own kicks into her stomach to which his suprise wasn't weak. Yet the Twi'lik grunted, kickid out with her left foot and knocked his feet out.  Zorgn squeesed on her thriat but nothing happened as they both fell back. Saphira landing on top and in the midst had reached down to her side, pulled her vibro blade out and held it pressed gently into his side as a warning.

Draco Korr approached the room. He stopped outside the door as he heard thrashing words being exchanged. An evil smile overtook the board expression on his tattooed features. Hmm... Violence already. And to think I was beginning to worry about my decision in joining this squad, he thought as he stepped into the doorway and leaned against the door frame. He watched the fight with interest. He didn't care how this dispute had started, neither did he care who prevailed. The only thing that was important to him is that somebody, anybody, get killed. This should be quite entertaining. He felt his blood flow begin to quicken. It took all he had to stop himself from joining in on the conflict. The tinyest thought of satisfying his hunger for war or quinching his thirst for killing was exciting him greatly. The crown of horns upon his head began to tingle from the excitement of this... tease.

Draco quit leaning on the door frame when he saw he was noticed. His fists clenched and twitching from his enternal struggle to restrain himself. His forehead was a collection of beads of sweat, but on his face remained a smile that brought with it a major degree of evil. "Sorry I'm late. But don't stop the fight on my account. Please, continue". Draco said while motioning toward the battle scene with his black gloved, right hand.

Draco then clasped his hands behind his back. "I was wondering at first why the Empire would put me with beings as puny as the stormtroopers. But I can see that I might have been wrong. Upon seeing this group of squabling Nerfs, I understand now that they cleary underestimated my skills when grouping me up with this group. Except you". Draco nodded toward the red twi'lek, his red eyes could have seen clear to her black soul. "That was an impressive display. When we are assigned a mission, I go with you"

"That was an impressive display. When we are assigned a mission, I go with you"

The Zabrak had added. Saphira smiled. Too bad he won't be assigned to my squad.. SHe thoguht to herself.

"If it were a real mission.. I doubt you could handel it.." She replied to the zabrak. "This is a trainign Squad. There will be missions.. but nothing on the too serious. My job is only to ready you for your squads.."

She walked over towards the zabrak. Her silvery eyes a defient glow and warning. Flipping her weapon over  she slipped it back into the  holder before she crossed her arms over her chest. Lekku twitching in annoyance.

"Front and center.. NOW!"

She shouted to the group.

Draco headed toward the center of the room, never taking his gaze from her. He walked with a stride that showed no hint of him being in any kind of a hurry. When he finally stopped, he was beside and slightly. Behind the Twi'lek and facing the class. When everyone's attention was on him, he shrugged mildly and said, "What? Clearly my skills were evaluated before I was assigned to this band of misguided Banthas, and therefore I must belong up here with the skilled members of this squad. After all, those who are not lead right often end up failing. The two of us are most certainly the only ones fit to keep you Kreetles alive".

The Twi'lek then turned a gaze on Draco that could slice into ones soul. "Verywell." Draco said, smirking a bit and then pointed a gloved finger in her direction. "You know, you kill someone with that look." Draco smiled and returned the dangerous gaze. "And theirs nothing in the galaxy that excites me more than a good killing or two."

Draco filed in and stood at attention but his smile didn't falter.

Bry slowing limped over in pain to get in line, he looked to his left to see that Zorgn had gottin into a fight as well." Oh you got your ass kicked as well , huh i knew u would". Bry looked farther down the rank to see a Zabrak,he flicked his finger at him"whos fuck face". Zorgn chucled and the Zabrak just smiled an said" well im the best". Bry just smiled "well we have a idiot, a racist, one cocky son of a bitch ,and *whispers* a bitch of a drill instructor" Zorgn just shooked his head and then nodded torward the sergeant. She gave bry a sharp gaze, bry gave off a nervous chuckle" i think she heard me, oh shit". Bry started to pat his pockets"where the fuck is my lighter".Bry breathed out real deeply and then pointed at zrogn" you owe me a lighter". Bry then straightened his body
and saluted" sorry sir or mam or......watever"

Draco turned his angry gaze toward the fouled mouth Rodian. The flames in his eyes were so intense they could have burned anyone in the room. Draco removed his gloves and exposed his tattooed hands. At the end of every finger, razor sharp claws extended to a couple of inches each.

He then began cracking his knuckles and neck. The human began to step back in a desperate attempt to remove himself from the lethal strike that was bound to follow. Then he asked, "Wait, what are you doing?" Draco smiled evily, revealing each of his sharp teeth. Without removing his gaze from the Rodian he said, "I'm about to remove his foul tounge from his mouth!" Just then, the drill instructor intervened, "That's enough. Save it for the battlefield." Draco straightened himself up then replaced his gloves, "Verywell." Draco looked at the Rodian once again, " Luck was on your side today Poodoo. If she wouldn't have stopped us, I would have had your throat as a trophey. But just remember, luck is never with everyone all the time. Next time, I'll finish the job... I promise you." He turned back to face the instuctor. "Forgive me commander."

Fenris quickly realized that Draco was gonna need to be taken down a peg or two.  If our Drill Instructor wouldn't do it, He'd have to hone his skills and be ready for anything.  Fenris cracked his knuckles and glared at the other students in the room, hoping no one would ask him about his past.

"What forms of combat will we be learning?" asked Fenris eager to know if his Tera Kasi training will evolve here or not.