Post by sparrow on Dec 15, 2009 5:39:24 GMT -5
Her eyes snapped open. Blinking a few times, it took her a moment to register where she was. Back at the facility, yes, that was where she was, in her bed. She yawned and rubbed her eyes, checked the time. An hour before sunrise, just like when she normally woke up.
The last thing Sierra could remember was going to the medical ward for a routine medical check-up. Except for some reason her mind was telling her that that had happened days ago. It couldn't have. If it had, then what had she been doing in the time in between? Funny, she could never remember anything ever happening outside the facility. She somehow had the distinct impression of having been outside before, having traveled to other worlds and seen other planets, but she couldn't remember anything definite. Funny, indeed.
Her mind did not dwell on that question for very long though, as she got up, washed her face, got dressed, went through the rest of the standard morning routine. It didn't take very long. Her short, boyish hair was easy to maintain and required little brushing.
She opened up her weapons locker on the other side of the room. Several blaster pistols, a rifle, a collection of throwing blades, and most importantly, her spears. Each one appeared as a sleek white metal baton, but with a push of button could quickly extend up to their full length of two meters, with a deadly leaf-shaped blade at the end. The spear was considered by many in the galaxy to be somewhat of a primitive weapon, but in Sierra's hands it was absolutely deadly. Each individual at the facility had a different weapon specialization, and they often sparred amongst each other for practice. Those spears had proven themselves time and time again that they could take on vibroswords, axes, sais, tonfas, whatever other melee weapon there was.
Next to her weapons locker was her tool chest, containing hydrospanners, servodrivers, the works. That was Sierra's other talent. Whenver any of the vehicles in the facility had any sort of trouble or malfunction, Sierra was the one called to fix them up. Others here were more technically talented than she was. For example, if given the right parts, Hotel was capable of putting together some very innovative little droids. But if the parts happened to be a box of scraps, Sierra was the one who would put them to good use.
The terminal in her room beeped. Apparently the administrators of the facility knew that she was awake, and apparently they had a job for her to do. One of the transports had returned to the facility the day before, and it had suffered a bit of damage along the way. Grabbing her tools, and a single spear, Sierra headed out the door.
The last thing Sierra could remember was going to the medical ward for a routine medical check-up. Except for some reason her mind was telling her that that had happened days ago. It couldn't have. If it had, then what had she been doing in the time in between? Funny, she could never remember anything ever happening outside the facility. She somehow had the distinct impression of having been outside before, having traveled to other worlds and seen other planets, but she couldn't remember anything definite. Funny, indeed.
Her mind did not dwell on that question for very long though, as she got up, washed her face, got dressed, went through the rest of the standard morning routine. It didn't take very long. Her short, boyish hair was easy to maintain and required little brushing.
She opened up her weapons locker on the other side of the room. Several blaster pistols, a rifle, a collection of throwing blades, and most importantly, her spears. Each one appeared as a sleek white metal baton, but with a push of button could quickly extend up to their full length of two meters, with a deadly leaf-shaped blade at the end. The spear was considered by many in the galaxy to be somewhat of a primitive weapon, but in Sierra's hands it was absolutely deadly. Each individual at the facility had a different weapon specialization, and they often sparred amongst each other for practice. Those spears had proven themselves time and time again that they could take on vibroswords, axes, sais, tonfas, whatever other melee weapon there was.
Next to her weapons locker was her tool chest, containing hydrospanners, servodrivers, the works. That was Sierra's other talent. Whenver any of the vehicles in the facility had any sort of trouble or malfunction, Sierra was the one called to fix them up. Others here were more technically talented than she was. For example, if given the right parts, Hotel was capable of putting together some very innovative little droids. But if the parts happened to be a box of scraps, Sierra was the one who would put them to good use.
The terminal in her room beeped. Apparently the administrators of the facility knew that she was awake, and apparently they had a job for her to do. One of the transports had returned to the facility the day before, and it had suffered a bit of damage along the way. Grabbing her tools, and a single spear, Sierra headed out the door.