(Warm-up/ Practive Story) Deviation

Ch. 3

Syrri's footsteps made small sounds as she walked in a circle around the two boys sparing with one another for their training session, her eyes carefully watching every move they made.

She was still without armor, yet she had changed to a padded suit with silver and gold accents, and light metal in strategic places.

The younger of the two, Zokan, had blocked every hit and kick delivered by older Kota, yet his stance was faltering.

"Left leg." Syri stated aloud, and Zokan had slid on his left leg, and flipped Kota over him, yet the male had corrected his landing, and set his partner off his balance, and sent him to the ground.

Kota had stepped harshly into Zota's chest, causing the younger male to yelp out, and grap his leg, yet was unable to force him of of his chest.

Syrri's calm state turned into a glare as she immediately halted, and glared at the boy.

"KOTA!" Her outburst roar made the boy sulk, and step off of his companion, knowing he'd upset his leader figure.

This wasn't the first time something like this would happen.

Kota never hurts his friend intentionally, but he's a very overzealous boy.

"I'm sorry, Zokan!" He frantically apologized, helping him up.

"I'm fine..." He said, getting to his feet.

"Are you sure?" Syrri asked, her composure returning to her voice.

He nodded, earning a nudge from his older friend.

Kota's eyes were completely full of regret, and apology, which then in turn made Zokan smile shy to him, earning one back in return, meeting a common ground.

Syrri recalled the day that she too had done that with their fathers when she'd be overzealous herself.

She smiled down at the two boys, and sighed in content.

"I think that's enough for today." She stated.

The two were about to whine, yet someone behind her grabbed their attention first.

Syrri turned around with a raised brow at the rushed footsteps in her direction, seeing that to her surprise was Torak, and he looked concerned.

"You. Armor. Now." He stated firmly.

"Why? What's going on?" She looked at him, concern now plastered on her face as Torak took his kin, and had collected her nephew.

"We need you on the bridge." 

Syri became stern, and her brow furrowed.

Whenever Torak used he word 'we' and affiliated it with the bridge, it was never a safe combination.

Syrri had bolted to her quarters, and immediately equipped her armor, her men , and had ran through the ship as the alarm blared, her men scrambling around her, shouting to one another.

Once Syrri entered the Bridge, the two Ship-Masters had turned to face her as she stormed up to the platform.

"What is going on? What is this?" Her voice had turned demanding with a growl to it.

"Covenant ships had come through slip space an hour ago, and started assaulting our ground forces in the city." Zeze informed her.

"I want any and all surveillance on these screens! Now!" She barked, and she immediately received footage of her men being waged on. 

"... What do you want to do, Syrri?" Jehta questioned her, her rage slowly building.

"... I'm going down there. Return to your ships. They will regret starting a war with me." She had ordered, and turned on her heels, and paused when she reached the door.