Hakon
Hakon threw Frea over his shoulder onto the mat under their feet. She jumped to her feet quickly, but Hakon could see that the move had not only caught her off guard, but rattled her. He waited for her to move as he stared at her through cold, un-moving eyes.
Frea let out a small grunt, and than launched into another savage attack which Hakon blocked, or dodge with ease. She was good, one of his better sparing partners, but she lacked the years of real experience his young age had granted him, or the countless hours in that training room, or any number of other rooms that looked like it.
Hakon moved quickly, and than Frea lost balance, and was on the floor again. “Thats three,” he said finally.
“First to five,” Frea counter as she stood.
Hakon shook his head with a smile. “I agreed to three,” he told her.
Frea let out a sigh. “What else you going to do?” She asked with narrow eyes.
Hakon sucked in a deep breath through his nose. It was a fair question. Weeks of traveling through the Old Ruins didn’t give them alot to do. Free time wasn’t hard to come by, but what to do with it was another question for grunts like them. Holo rooms were always booked full, as were other entertainment rooms, and so there they were like most days, in one of the gyms training, even when not on duty.
Hakon finally shrugged. “Don’t know,” he replied, and than grinned. “But whatever it was, I’ll do it knowing I won.”
Frea let out another sigh as she walked off the mat, and grabbed a towel. “You always win.”
“That might be true, but…” Hakon began but was cut off as the chatter in the gym picked up, and he realized everyone was gathered around a display screen.
“Fuck me,” Someone said out loud, and Hakon wondered what news from the small transport fleet was spreading as new gossip through the legion. Their small fleet had run into smaller trading fleet, and as both fleet exchanged communications between one another as often happened in the hopes of something new to change the dull day to day that they had. Each fleet would have new, and different information from where ever they had come from.
“What’s going on?” Frea asked as she walked towards the gathered group.
“They slaughtered them,” Hakon heard someone say.
“Slaughtered who?” Frea asked, her head tilted in curious wonder.
“The Furse of Drala,” someone else replied. “Their killing Furse throughout the Commonwealth of Drala. BY the ancestors, children. Their killing fucking children?”
“What?” Hakon asked in horror, and stepped forward to see what was on the display screen, as what could only be a warzone in the middle of some urban center, and lightly armed masked forces walked through, opening fire on any, and all people.
“What the fuck,” Frea said again in shock. “What world is this?”
Someone shrugged. “What world isn’t it?” He replied, and flicked the display screen to change the video to another one with the same horror, and than a third, followed by a fourth. “Seems to be the whole Commonwealth.”
“Fuck,” Hakon said in shock.
Frea let out a grunt. “Guess, we know where we’re going next.”
