Arya Stark's Training

[Lillianne Crasse]

Seeing the second droid coming, Arya dove to the ground and rolled out of the way as the renegade droid came to avenge the death of it's twin, that is if droids had feelings. Getting back to her feet, she held the blade loosely in her hand and charged at the droid, using the momentum of each step to drive the blade as she wrought it in a deadly swing, hoping to hack it's head off.

 

[Darman]

The droid moved its head, but not far enough. Half of its face was cut into by the recruit's sword, instantly destroying it. With a loud thump, the metal man hit the ground, dead for ever. If droids could actually die, that is.

Two Down.

Two more droids rushed towards the recruit, arms behind them as if trying to pick up even more speed. One droids jumped from it's feet and spiraled through the air towards the recruit, its hands held together, trying to split Arya in two. The other dove towards her feet, trying to again trip her up.

 

[Lillianne Crasse]

All seemed to be happening in a blink of an eye and Arya knew her joints weren't super-charged. She knew she had to react and react fast or these droids were going to get the best of her.

OOC: Too bad she's not a Jedi. I have an awesome move that is killer for this type of situation. Alas, the joys of normal chars...lol

She swung her head around just in time to see the droid spiraling toward her. If he made contact with the momentum behind him, he'd breach her armor in no time. Yet, the second droid had limited her choices in evasive manuevers. She jumped to the right, tumbling and grunting as she hit the ground hard, rolling, sword clutched in her grip still. Trying to get back on her feet quickly, she knew she the other seven droids were closing in quickly. She would need to take out more than one at a time and quickly before she was sandwiched in.

Looking toward the nearest droid, she jumped up into the air, swinging her leg around and kicking out as hard as possible to knock the droid into his nearby brother. It was time to end this and quickly, she thought as she began to work her system up, clenching her fist and muscles to get the adrenaline pumping more quickly.

 

[Darman]

The droid was flung by the kick into two other droids, knocking them to the ground. However, within seconds, they were back up and moving in yet again. As they rose, another droid attacked, swinging its arm towards the recruit's helmet, trying to crack her skull.

 

[Lillianne Crasse]

Arya knew she needed to turn to the offensive or these droids would get the best of her, but first things first. Swinging her blade upward and blocking the droid's swing with a loud clang of metal. Her arms shook with the strength of the droid's arm as she held it at bay and slid her foot around the backside of the droid, pulling her leg back toward her and trying to knock the droid down. If it did indeed fall, she would drive her blade into the beast of a machine and destroy it's central processor.

 

[Darman]

The droid fell back, and the recruit's blade cut into its metallic chest, driving it into the ground. As the droid lay on the dirty ground, a few clicks of electricity could be heard as the color of its fake eyes began to fade. Within seconds, the droid was as dead as a droid could be.

Upon seeing the violence, the other droids became even more agressive. One jumped straight at the recruit, its inner mechanics telling it to attack without mercy. It drove both of its fists towards the recruit's chest, trying to knock something out of her.

 

[Lillianne Crasse]

Arya put her booted foot upon the droid's chest, ripping her blade out with a great tug and turning to see the droids charging for her. She was about to whip the blade around in a large vicious arc when the droid made contact before she could get the swing started.

She landed hard upon the ground, hand smacking against the back of her helmet. The breath was knocked out of her as she hit the ground. Shaking her head once and gasping for air, she looked to her hand only to discover the blade was missing. She looked around, hearing the droid that had knocked her down coming from her.

A strange chuckle escaped her lips as she heard the droids coming from her. "Bested by a droid. This is rich," she uttered with contempt, waiting for the droid that had knocked her down to come at her again. "C'mon, you bucket of bolts! I'm not going down so easily. You've not won yet!"

Getting onto her knees, she saw the offending droid kicking toward her face, about to knock her back on her back once more. Yet, Arya grabbed the droid's leg and twisted it hard to the left.

 

[Darman]

The metal in the droid's leg cracked slightly under the great pressure the recruit put on it. The inner circuits began to fry, and soon a light smoke was seen leaking from its leg. The droid fell hard onto the dirt ground, finding it hard to rise again.

Another droid rushed towards the recruit, seeing her without her weapon. Its sensors were telling it that the recruit was of no threat without the blade, so it ran violently towards the girl, swinging its arms at her head.

 

[Lillianne Crasse]

As the droid ran toward her, she dropped to the ground again, repositioned herself and kicked one leg out and up toward the droid's arms in an afford to stop its spinning arms against her armor as the other was waiting to kick out at its knees and knock its legs out from under it.

 

[Phil]

OOC: Sorry for the small powerplay, Darman, but this hasent been posted in for about 20 days and its sorta needed. Also, since this was when Darman is Mandalore, lets still just say its before Markus Becomes Mandalore.

IC: As Arya continued to finish off the Droids Mandalore dispatched on her, something came up and Mandalore needed to see to it ASAP. As he left, he got one of the nearby Officers to fill in his posistion, and that happened to be Sergeant Markus Dagger, who was watching the training from afar, not having anything else to do.

As he approached his new Recruit, he witnessed her finishing off the last of the droids she was supposed to disable or destroy, impressed that such skills and strength were in a woman like her.


OOC: As always, feel free to correct me if i am wrong about something, as my thoughts are a little off balance at the moment.

 

[Lillianne Crasse]

OOC: Just be aware that Arya is a bit hard to handle when she's faced with someone new. She'll follow your orders, but she won't really respect you until you kick her ass. She's fun like that.

Arya turned her head to see the droids all moving away, those that could at least. Turning her head back to where Mandalore was last seen, she narrowed her eyes seeing that he had gone. Had he just walked away? Suspicions arose as she turned her head and instead found another officer walking toward her. Straightening to her full height, she recognized the insignia on his armor almost immediately. Was Mandalore testing her to see if she was worthy of being a warrior or was he merely testing her loyalty this whole time? Either way he must have believed her to not be a threat afterall. Yet, having been handed off to another officer left a foul taste in her mouth.

No matter, she thought as she saluted the Sergeant finally.

 

[Phil]

"I saw your fight against our Droids, Not bad... For a recruit. Mandalore needed to attend to some urgant business, and put me incharge of continuing your training. Do what i tell you to, when i tell you to, and with no problems. Clear? Good.

"Now, show or tell me what weapons you carry so i know what you might be capable of."

The Sergeant demanded, knowing she wouldent be troublesome after what he witnessed from her. Still, if she was holding back, Markus would force it out of her.

 

[Lillianne Crasse]

Arya winced when he spoke of her performance being equal to that of a recruit. She prided herself in being able to win most battle circle challenges. Yet, her hard work seemed to be bantha fodder to this officer. Raising her head proudly, she vowed that she would do her best to show him just what she was capable of doing.

She made her way over to where Mandalore had commanded her to lay down her weaponry before the challenge. Pointing to the ground where her heavy disruptor rifle and two blaster pistols lay, she raised her eyes back to his visor. Pulling her vibroblade off the ground where it had been torn from her grasp, she held it out, hilt first to him.

"I always carry a disruptor rifle modified with a hair-trigger, power cell and beam splitter; my two standard blaster pistols with hair triggers and of course my vibroblade. You can see the modifications I've made to it for yourself, sir."

Upon his inspection, he would find the hilt and the blade to be of a modified alloy, strong in design but not superior to that with which the officers carried themselves. The hilt had the emblem of the Mandalorian clans stamped within the metal. The reinforced hilt added some weight to the blade but overall seemed to help balance it out. A weak person couldn't wield the blade for long, attesting to her very strength. A novice could not construct such modifications to their weaponry, which seemed to speak volumes about her skills. Where had she learned these from? Unlike many of the other Mandalorians, she was not born and raised on one of the Mandalorian homeworlds. She had instead been an outcast who had to work hard to fight her way back in to the clans.

 

[Phil]

"Impresive, with those modifications, and the way you fought Lord Mandalore, i know that you know how to fight, and how to use each of your weapons. Already you've shown your close quarters combat skills, so now, lets see how you fare with your guns."

After speaking, he took some steps back until he was a good enough distance, some 20 something feet away from Arya. Once there, he activated his shield on his wrist.

"Now, i want you to take one of your pistols, and take your best shot at me, hit me anywhere below the neck."

He was thinking of letting her use her disruptor rifle, but they had habbits of bypassing shields, and wasent about to take the risk, even in a training scenario. That would come for later though...

 

[Lillianne Crasse]

OOC: With Arya you shouldn't be so vague. You got this coming to you..lol

She grabbed her pistol and twirled it on her finger once as he began to back up. Oh, this was going to be good. As he activated his shield, she held her blaster by her side. There was no need to line him up just yet. Most Mandalorians were learning how to fire a pistol when they were old enough to hold one. It was a tradition passed down the family. Yet, Arya wasn't as fortunate as some of the other Mandalorians. Instead, she had picked it up later in life. Ever since Mandalore brought her here, she had prided herself on practicing every chance she could.

With a smirk, she whipped the gun up and pointed it at his maleness, pressing the trigger just once to send a blaster bolt toward his precious jewels.

 

[Phil]

OOC: Oh, i know. Dagger is just like that to Recruits until he's sure of them.

IC: The shot hit him, right where it was ment to be. The blast shattered in pizels as his energy shield rippled a bit. The blast seemed to make him stagger a bit, but he kept his grounds, turning his head sideways a bit.

"Fire a few more shots, Do not concern yourself for my own saftey."

True, even if his shields were disabled or bypassed, his implant would seek out the wound, and determine how bad it was, and would do what limited capabilities it had to tend to it.

 

[Lillianne Crasse]

Arya's smirk deepened into a smile as she saw her shot hit the target and cause the officer to stagger back a little. Oh, training was such fun, yet battle was better. Yet, smile fading, she raised her blaster again and began to fire several well-aimed shots. The first was aimed at his heart. The second shot forth toward his private area again (she can't resist). Finally, the third and fourth went to the knees, had the shots to the chest and privates not hit, she could wound her opponent, stand overtop him and finish the job, or so she envisioned in her mind.