A silly short little thing that would’ve been better as a stupid doodle but I can’t draw for shit so have this instead.

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The motions for this style were sweeping and harsh, desgiend to clip essential body parts and hinder movement. It was very familiar to her, comfortable. Of course the Republic taught hand-to-hand and melee combat to their soldiers. Ash always found herself forcibly holding back from seriously hurting people she sparred wth. Using the style of her tribe would have resulted in a few deaths and a string of serious injuries. It was a very brutal method of fighting.

She had grabbed a set of Ghorfa coverings from some little merchant while the squad wasn’t around. She not be one of them anymore but until she could find and accept a new identity she was an exile. That didn’t mean she had to completely forget herself.

So she wore the coverings when she had the ship to herself, which was frustratingly few and far between. During that time she would practice her old teachings with a self constructed gaderffi; she often hid the weapon in a compartment under her bed. Though she did have a sneaking suspicion that Elara suspected something. It probably wouldn’t surprise her.

“Sir?”

Ash froze, standing with the gaffi stick held out in front of her as if she had ust brought it down on someone’s head. She turned only her head, her face hidden beneath the mask of the Ghorfa.

Elara was standing at the top of the stairs to the ship’s entrance, midway through the last step as she had just returned. Ash had been practising in the cargo hold.

The silence was awkward at best as they just stared at each other. Ash couldn’t tell what was going through Elara’s mind, the only indication of anything was a raised brow in mild confusion.

She could explain or she could just act like nothing was out of the ordinary.

Explain or act normal.

Brazenly her mind snapped to a decision and she tried to sound nonplussed, “what is it, Dorne?”

Elara stared at her a moment longer before she almost seemed to smile, “nothing, sir.” Without another word she climbed the final step and walked off to the crew quarters.

Ash blinked, digesting what had just happened and moved to quickly change out of the coverings and back into her uniform. She’d have to check the ship droid, it was supposed to warn her about people coming back. She’d rather not have to explain that to Aric.