The Fight
December 03, 2008
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Lord Brajerian stepped into the training room where Sara waited for him. The Talian's steps were deliberate and self-assured. For the first time she saw him as a soldier, not her ocassional instructor. Behind him, another soldier walked into the room. He wore no armor and carried no weapon other than a short sword. In fact, the only things he wore were his gray sparring pants and the sword which was strapped to his side. She wasn't sure what her trainer had in mind, but it wasn't exactly as it appeared.
One hour ago, Lord Brajerian had given her an order to suit up and arm herself as though she were going into an actual battle. She wore the exposed exoskeletal version of the armor that was standard issue for inductees into the Special Defense Corps and had a sidearm, a battle rifle and all of the bladed weapons that were normally issued to her service. She stood there, rigid and at attention awaiting her lord's next command.
One hour ago, Lord Brajerian had given her an order to suit up and arm herself as though she were going into an actual battle. She wore the exposed exoskeletal version of the armor that was standard issue for inductees into the Special Defense Corps and had a sidearm, a battle rifle and all of the bladed weapons that were normally issued to her service. She stood there, rigid and at attention awaiting her lord's next command.
