Before entering her quarters, she peered into the doorway to make sure Havoc was no where in sight. A wicked grin touched her lips, it was time for a makeover. She bumped her hip against the door, closing it before she removed her clothes. She left a trail of clothing over a trail of clothing, which would lead into the refresher. It's a good thing the Jedi hadn't paid visit to her quarters, he'd probably have nightmares sleeping here and then go all 'dark.' She ran the water, and while she waited for it to warm up she searched the draws. "Where are you?" she mumbled as she moved things around, removing and putting back various feminine products. "Score!" her face lit up like Christmas morning as she pulled out her last carton of cigarettes. She pulled a lighter and cig from the pack and set them aside for now, placing them on the side of the sink. She stuffed the carton back into the draw, but of course left it open, who knew if she needed something else?

Time was not a concern as she lathered herself beneath the running water. She sang, blew bubbles and wondered what that Jedi's true intentions were. She was grateful for the wake up call, but regretted her moment of weakness. She would listen to his instruction, but would no longer be disrespected. She had the honor of serving under Warlords such as Horrace and Adenn, they broke her down only to rebuild her. Once she left the room, there would be no more tears in her eyes. Once she rinsed out all the soap in her hair, she stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her lithe body. She turned off the water and sat down on the covered toilet, leaning back she shut her eyes for a moment. She extended her left arm, one could hardly notice but her left hand was a replacement, a result of a duel. She reached for the cig and lighter, pressing the cig between her lips she lit it up and inhaled.

The Commander was late, how late? She didn't know, infact she wasn't aware that she was late. She walked into the room wearing a smile, with her cigarette pressed between hot pink lips. Her golden blond hair had not yet dried and was worn down, with natural waves framing a gaunt face. Adorning her slender frame, she wore a light gray body suit with added support on her forearms. Her tactical boots untied as usual were laced up to her knees, offering more coverage. A silver lightfoil hilt rested on her right hip, attached to the utility belt that cinched her waist. A Slugthrower was mounted on her left shoulder, and nearly covered half her body. Her dark hazel eyes glanced down toward her thrown pillow and blanket, hmmm guess it didn't work. "Good Morning Gentlemen and Havoc, trust you slept well? I know I did."

"Now then commander... am I understood?" His anger grew from this point on. "Do I have your permission to start this training for you and your men?! Or should I pamper them all?!" Saying this directly in her face.

"I understand what you're doing and I respect that. But never again will you threaten my men on my behalf, or touch them with the force. I might look like a joke to you, but you will learn to respect me, first starting with my men. They have names, learn them. Until you have done so, then you may begin." She turned toward the Jedi, and offered him a mock-courteous bow.

It was a run from here to the next obstacle, a tree that her and her men would have to climb. She was a 'pro' at climbing a bunk bed, so this would be a piece of cake. She failed in her first attempt to get a hold on the first branch, but succeeded in the second with a running start. She moved as quickly and carefully as she could, rellying on her plyometrics to make up for her lack of height. Once she reached the top branch she would be the first to fire her weapon, fifteen seconds for five shots. The Commander brandished her slug thrower, leveling it she released five well placed shots into the center of the sillouette. Damon was up next, followed by Jaden and Pax who were making their way up the tree. She swung her weapon over her shoulder, with both hands free she grabbed onto the rope and slid herself down. As soon as both feet planted she broke off into a run, across a field and into a tunnel. Fajra and her men did not treat the course as an exercise, they raised hell as they worked from one obstacle to the next. The durasteel circles would be tested by Fajra first, who's clumsiness was not apparent when she was in battle mode. Before taking her first step, with her eyes she judged the distance apart between each circle. When she was ready, she hopped onto the first circle, balls of her feet touching the center first. "Watch where you land your feet!" she shouted, and then moved onto the next circle. She moved a little quicker once she got the cadence down, but her men would have to be more careful considering their weight. When she was done she sprinted to the wall, determined to be the first one up.

Using the bark from the trees, she would make her way up the wall. She worked quickly to keep the bark from snapping, but one did manage to and she nearly lost her footing. In the place of the missing step, she pushed her boot against the wall and pushed herself upward. At one point it looked like she were running up the wall, rellying on her body to get her to the top. The next challenge would be the first that the Commander would struggle with, considering she only weighed 105 Ibs. She'd always been tiny, but she was underweight and it would prove to be a disadvantage. It would be impossible for the Commander to carry the weight on her own legs, and would need assistance from her men. Her men would first put on their packs, and then help her with her own. Together, they would make it through the durasteel logs while helping Fajra with the weight. Sweat collected upon their temples, the soil had become part of their skin, they were tired, hungry and determined. Helping Fajra shed her pack, it was time for the 1 mile run. Boots pounded the earth, kicking up dirt and debris. Fajra was no longer ahead, but beside her men as they finished the run together. The 50 push-ups would be difficult for Fajra, but not impossible, she completed them but not as quickly as her men. However, the 62 side-straddle hops were not too bad and she was able to keep up. The final obstacles were to move one of the walker legs, and then move an AT-AT leg. It would be the most difficult, and would require the team work that they were capable of.

The curtain of his mind focused at the task at hand.. the obstacle course.. Damon drove himself in training, buried himself in it..

Positioned at the starting line, he give his Commander a nod, to her spoken words, and bolted forward into a sprint after her.. His combat boots kicked back dirt, moving like a predator through the swamp land. The sound of a weapon echoed ahead of them, he swiftly dropped to the ground, with a grunt moved in a fast pace low crawl, and eased his way underneath the barbed wire, he jumped to his booted feet quickly completting that part of the obstacle course, and once again the sound of fire echoed.. His gaze directed at Fajra and her shouted command [ Keep Moving].. "Ma'am yes Ma'am" he shouted back in response, darting towards the next obstacle course, not far behind Fajra..

Damon grabbed a hold of the tree branch, and briskly swung himself up, not stopping for anything, in his books fail wasn't a word, at all, the sound of their Commander firing off her weapon fifteen seconds for five shots, sailed... he finally reached the top, Fajra had already moved on.. he was the second to fire off his weapon.. and targeted the silouette five shots flew hitting the center.. swinging his weapon back over his shoulder he spiraled down the rope, touching ground, and sprinted across the field into the tunnel his eyes sharp, making it through.. coming to a stop, a nod given to Fajra to her next command..[ "Watch where you land your feet!" ] "Ma'am Yes Ma'am" he shouted back in response again.. he moved forward once she was done, leaping from one circle to the next, watching his steps.. finished he sprinted towards the wall, Fajra was already at the top, he started to climb with a grunt, pushing himself, reaching the top.. he swung himself over, dropping down to the ground.. grabbing for his pack, he slipped it on.. then give a hand helping Fajra with hers..

Damon didn't didn't speak on training unless spoken too.. he focused on the durasteel logs, he wipped the sweat from his forehead.. once that task was done.. dumping his pack..and once again help given to Fajra in sheding her pack..

The one mile run started, completting it in a group.. Damon drapped to the ground for 50 push ups, and briskly jumped to his booted feet, completed the task, he slightly smirked at the hops, and inched the course with a breez..

Reaching the final obstacles course, Damon waited for a command from Fajra, this was going to be team work, and he was ready...

As he approached, he stopped to scan people. "Alright people, let's put on a show, eh?" He glanced at Fajra as he went up to the leg and gave a tight grip to it. He would work with them, get dirty with them, and even share in their struggles. His clothing had already been wet, but it wasn't anything to worry about. He carried no sensitive items with him for him to concern about. "One good push and we will get this thing moving... ready?... now!" Havoc roared as he would begin to push.

"Call me the ringleader" she said, returning his gaze. Smirking, she took her place beside the Jedi and braced herself against the leg. Her men would fall in, each with a good grip on the leg. Fajra dug the balls of her feet into the ground, planting her weight down to keep herself from slipping. "On three!" she shouted, and would continue to count down. On three, together they pushed, muscles tensed and eyes focused ahead. Drowning out the sound of their struggle, Fajra's voice would rush over them like cool water. "Down by the river...Took a little walk...Ran into..." picking up where she left off her men responded with ["Coruscant"]. In unison, they would chant the rest of the cadence while pushing the leg toward the finish line.

Glancing to Fajra, who looked like a pretty little mess, he couldn't help but grin, and would tease her later on.. he fell in with the rest of the pact, taking a firm hold of the leg, his combat boots dug into the earth, on Havocs roar.. he started pushing using all his full stern strength pushing along with the rest... his voice joined into the chant.. singing along with them out loud, towards the finish line....

Her eyes seemed to pass through him, as if she saw something that could not be seen by vision alone. She parted her lips as if to speak, but instead she let her gaze speak for her. The Commander would then turn and drop into a low crawl, when she reached the AT-AT leg her men had taken cover behind it, and were waiting for her. Bringing herself out of direct fire, she rolled toward the leg and stood once she was behind it. She pressed her palms against the leg and pushed her feet into the ground, soon they were all pushing forward. With a mischievous smile the Commander would begin to sing another song, one they used to sing while drinking.

By this point they had pushed the AT-AT leg to the finish line, they were tired and hungry but it did not show. Their cheeks red, and eyes bright they continued to finish the rest of the song.

"Remember me? Told you that I use that favor you owe me, Isez. Meet me here at these coordinates tomorrow by 0600. You know the deal... oh and make room. I have some cargo that we'll be carrying. Grey Fox out." The message was successfully sent out, and Havoc grinned. "GP... we leave tomorrow." GP would glance away briefly from the radar system and look at him. "Destination?" Havoc nodded some as he focused back on the system. "Exar's old corporate buddies..." This caused GP some confusion. "Who?" The Jedi shook his head. "IMC..."

"If he makes me drive dead bodies. He's going to have to pay me. Last time we damn near were caught... That bastard."

He sighed a bit then headed off into his little sleeping quarters of the ship. The ship would just sit in space, as would Isez, waiting until it was time for him to do some work.