Blades in the Darkness (Dastan, Mercy, Cora, Rahab)

[Dastan Imatari]

Within Dastan's ship- there was a crew quarters, that both Cora and Rahab had their own little staterooms. It was really just a bed stuck to the wall in a small closet. There was an indented shelf for personal effects, and a hook to hang flight suits, or jackets, etc., and a switch for a single light above.

The crew quarters were in the ship's 'Neck' that lead to the cockpit. A hallway with three doors side-by-side on each side of the hall. Six rooms in total. Cora and Rahab's were next to each other on the starboard side of the hall (right). As they exit their rooms, to the right would be the cockpit, to the left lead to the circular hallway. If they took the bend to the left, it would lead to the cargo holds, hygiene room, locker room, and everything else. If they took the bend to the right- it would take them to the lounge and kitchenette/autochef.

Both the young recruits were instructed to wake, and head to the cargo bay 2- which was a large room- for their training. It would be their 'first day'- their first formal introduction to each other, the ship's crew, and a day to ask any basic questions. Cargo Bay 2 was where Dastan spent most of his time- training himself, meditating, tinkering, and working with Mercy.

Where Rahab may have a bit of an idea what was to come- as she had been in the cargo room before, Cora did not. The door was unlocked, and Dastan was inside, sitting at the workshop desk on the far wall, tinkering with something. From behind, they would see he was wearing his typical dark tunic and robes, but his helmet was off. Every so often a quiet buzz was heard- Glowlight shining, and sparks would periodically spit to the side as he tinkered with something before him. The center of the room was something of a training 'mat' over the floor- a spongy soft material. Along one of the walls was a magnetic pegboard filled with instruments of death and destruction- blasters and blades of all kinds. Sets of armor, as well. Around the mat, but pushed aside were also some resistance machines, sparring bags, and other training materials.

He wouldn't pay the two any mind unless both recruits were in the room.

[Slade Xandir]

Behind him and on that not-so-bouncy mat was Mercy, delivering some serious blows to the dark grey and black threaded punching bag. With every light 'ssszzzss' was silence from her attacks, and once Dastan silenced his tool a series of attacks thudded and pounded into the hanging body-height bag. A set of hits, 2 straight right jabs, a left jab, and punctuated with a roundhouse kick. Then the sparks flew again, and she got a second of rest until he rested, himself. It seemed like what they did, no matter what proximity they were in of eachother, was always in tandem with one another. They worked as a pair- but would these new Hopefuls be helping them meet their goals within the Sith?
Or would they be holding them back, and sent away?

Mercy was dressed in a pair of semi-fit breathable shorts, light grey and trimmed in rusty brown borders, while she was in a dull brown tank top. Her long brunette hair was in a single braid and it lashed behind her like a furious snake as she launched forward with more attacks.