[h2]Banha Akiyama[/h2]
[h3]New York, Arcadia-1[/h3]

[@thewizardguy] [@Absolis]
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"Ichi!" The steel katana sliced through the air, a precise cut done by a practiced swordsman. Banha imagined slicing an enemy into two, carving it into halves with blood spurting all over his finely made hakuma. "Ni!" He then stepped forward in a forward facing stance, katana held in front of him pointing at the next enemy. He was training among the masses of Yakuza in the makeshift training yard, what used to be a plaza turned into some sort of outdoor Dojo. "San!" The Batarian then leapt forward, katana glinting under the harsh sun. The Yakuza landed as one, stabbing their imaginary enemy in the heart before flawlessly twisting the blade to pull it out. 

"Shi!" The mass turned their heads to look at the imaginary backstabber before plunging their blades into his gut. The Supreme Leader loved these training sessions, it gave him time to relax. Well, until he noticed that not all of them present were Yakuza. "Go!" The member followed up by twisting the blade free and swiping the blood off their sword in one motion. The Lizards, allies though they were, stumbled through the precise and accurate movements of Iaido. One of them, a reptilian with very large eyes that seemed to be too big for his eye sockets, fell flat on it's face when it tried to follow the Yakuza's motions.

How a sentient being could possibly mess up cleaning imaginary blood from a blunt katana, Banha would never know. The alien fell, a plume of dust raising from the ground from where it landed, his compatriots laughing childlike at his expense. "Roku!" The pseudo soldiers sheathed their swords as quickly as they drew them. Most of the Lizards, to their credit, could do this last part of the kata though some completely missed their sheath. The Batarian's troops bowed as one, each wearing a plain black and red hakuma, red headbands whipping in the breeze. His soldiers filed out in an orderly fashion, walking towards the firing range to practice R&D's new weapons. The reptilians just flunked to the ground in exhaustion, hours of kata drills and the previous tests of yesterday taking it's toll.

Banha sighed, exasperated at the fanatic "soldiers" that Nova turned them into. No matter how hard he trained them, they couldn't meet his standards for close quarter combat. Nonetheless, they performed fantastically at the firing range although failing at the physical courses he ran them through. Overall, after a day of testing and training them, they were poor soldiers. Not that the Batarian preferred the alien eating, imperialist dogs they were before, he would take these chibi fanatics over expertly trained sentient eater. 

A loud choir of fiery "las-beams" being fired into the target range snapped the Supreme Leader from his thoughts, eyes focusing on the heap of reptilians before him. "Soldiers! Stand in attention!" Their collective groaning and moaning made the Batarian's eyes roll, hand drawing his signature C-14. The loud, deep clapping sound of the spike-thrower enough to wake a sleeping Elcor. Speaking of Elcor (the lizards were scrambling to form ranks, many of them tripping and falling flat on their face), the living tanks were placed around the perimeter of Nova palace, large cannons, launchers and machine guns enough to destroy a miniature army. They were protected by a pair of elite Yakuza, usually Asari or Salarian, for support.

Taken away from his thoughts once more, his eyes flickered some amusement at the ranks of the lizards before going back to their hardened state. Banha walked up and down their ragged lines like that pissed human commander in that old Human vid. "You think you are soldiers!?" He watched as the chibi lizards squirmed under his intense gaze. "You are worthless! Your physical form-" he grabbed one of them by the arm, showing how easy it would be to break it"-is frail, even a bloody Salarian can have more muscles than you varren!" Not that they would know what a Salarian is nor varren. 

Nonetheless, they understood that they were just insulted and sulked about the fact. "Your uselessness in the field would burden greater soldiers than you, warriors of awe-inspiring strength would need to slow their crusade of righteousness to wait for you, as you lack behind pitifully!" In normal conversation, or anywhere else really, Banha never talked like this. But if belittling them was the only way he could make them better, he damn will try. "Your aim is passable, you cannot even compare to the lowliest of Yakuza." Now that was a lie, there aim was truer than true. But they didn't really need to know that. "If you want to fight for Nova-sama, you better work for it!" He finished with flair, turning towards the ranks of Lizards.

They cheered and roared, some of them pulling out miniature handkerchiefs to wipe tears from their eyes. The reptilians clapped excitedly, meaning that they didn't get the purpose of his speech at all. Now, if this was an anime, Banha's head would've expanded, gone severely red and steam would be escaping from his ears. But this isn't an anime. The Batarian merely facepalmed and dismissed them to their rooms. 'It seems like one step forward and a million steps backwards.' He mused to himself, turning away from the dissipating crowd, some of the reptilians still wiping tears from their eyes.

As Banha slung his still smoking C-14 over his shoulder, thought of visiting the R&D section before dismissing the thought entirely. The last time he visited, in the early appearance of the sun before the training kata, they were scurrying around excitedly, the grouping of scientists to engineers to tinkerers exchanging excited words between each other. It all flew past his head, straight through one ear and out the other. He wouldn't make the mistake of making suggestions around trained experts in their field ever again.

Musing at what to do to alleviate his boredom while the lizards rest, Banha decided to head towards Nova to inform him about the troop numbers, amount of weaponry and ammunition they had in stock and the number of vehicles. 'Might as well, nothing else to do other than train.' He started heading towards the general direction of Nova's quarters. He caught up to one of the Rivard brothers, ironically enough, and said in a polite tone. "How ya doing? Crazy stuff we've been thrown into."