PC 2/Dorn, City of Galioth, Training grounds
Emily took another swig of water from her water bottle, a towel around her neck. She was sweating buckets from hours in the sun, yelling commands at new recruits and shooting obstacles at them. She had just finished her first flying lesson with her new team to train.
Emily flew around in a top grade hovercraft. As obstacles appeared, she quickly and swiftly maneuvered around them. Soon the obstacles came more frequently and quickly. She moved with speedy agility without jostling the dummies buckled in the hovercraft too much.
After a while, she landed and climbed out to look at the 14 amazed faces of her new team members she had to train. "Who thinks they can do that?" she asked them all, her hands on her hips, a serious expression on her face. When no one raised their hand, she nodded. "That's what I thought. That's why you're here," she hollered. She looked at all the people with determination etched on their faces. She smiled slightly. She loved that look. It never got old.
"All right who wants to go first?" All but two hands went up. She jumped off the landing block she was standing on and marched straight up to the boys who were talking. "Whatcha talkin' about boys?" she asked sharply, getting close to their faces. They looked at her nervously.
After a pause, the braver one replied, "N-nothing ma'am."
She glared at them with fierce power. "Then perhaps you'd like to share with your team. A team never keeps secrets," she whispered harshly. When they shook their heads quickly, she pursed her lips and leaned back. She turned to face the one who didn't speak up, Tanner, and said, "You will go first." She turned to the one who spoke up, Lance. "You will go second." She turned and stepped back on the landing/boarding podium next to the hovercraft to look over the whole team. "I will decide from there," she announced. Her voice sharpened into a quiet, yet deadly tone. "I'm here to train you. Not mother you. I find anyone talking out of term again, I'll show you what it means to feel pain." With the half scared, half determined nods, she nodded back. "On to the hovercraft Tanner," she commanded strongly.
A few hours later in training, she started to sweat. It was now noon and the sun was beating down on all of them. She was at a machine pressing various switches and buttons, programming obstacles at some times and running with the hovercraft at other times, shooting with various weapons at it. By the time the training session was over, everyone was soaked and panting and most of the members had definitely enhanced their skills with flying.
Emily sighed and took a quick shower. After getting out and dressing in a tank top and shorts, she decided to head to a bar. But she wanted to get off this PC and, besides, everyone knew one of the best drinks came from the bar on Ashram.
She lasered herself into another tank on Ashram. After adjusting slightly, she left for the bar.
She looked at all the officials as she passed them. Through a gap between two officials, she saw multiple dead tanks. It didn't look like real death so she continued to the bar.
She walked in and sat at the bar. The bartender, Delia, served her her usual shot and she knocked it back. It was nice after all the training.