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WHO: Lauri-Ell and You
WHERE: All Around
WHAT: A Day In The Life of a Security Woman
WHEN: Mid April
WARNINGS: small possibility of a structural collapse and getting trapped under it.

1. Queen of Fitness | Civics Center Fitness Rooms

Dawn. Lauri-Ell returns from her patrol routine to the specific place she always to be found in the early morning. The former soldier had been taking care to restore the fitness focused areas of the Civics Center in the past months, and the space definitely showed it now. The time on Coruscant had been helpful in fitting her place better to her tastes. Now instead of worked stone weights for training, she had a few sets of heavy, plasticized dumbbells for people to work with. Nothing compared to the massive wooden log, almost three feet thick and five feet in diameter that she had worked into a shape meant for lifting the edge and flipping for core training, but they were useful anyway. And while there weren't workout machines, she had managed to weave ropes into grids for agility training, long ropes for resistance, and she'd even started the process of building an obstacle course. There were plenty of options for fitness.

The pinnacle of her creation, though, was a room she had taken over off to one side of the main space. The whole floor had been covered with sand hauled all the way from the beach, carefully run through a mesh sieve to keep the larger particles out of. The whole place had been worked down into a nice, relatively soft area for sparring, and there was even a few bags of sand hang from the ceiling for punching. Now if only she could figure out how to make proper mats instead for her sparring space.

Anyone entering would be met with Lauri-Ell there, smiling widely and waving at them.

"Welcome. Do you wish to work out? Spar? I would love to provide assistance."

Billy had said she should find something she wanted to do, wanted to be. And protecting others in every way she can come up with had won out.

2. A Glownie In Need Is A Glownie Indeed | Area of Pink 4

Part of life for Lauri-Ell had always been patrolling Temba. Part of it had come from the fact that, when she had arrived, she had her future Emperor and his Prince-Consort to protect. The rest of it came down to the fact that she was a genetically engineered soldier, and she really just didn't know what to do with herself if she wasn't walking patrols. Which was what she was doing, fully clad in her Accuser armor, the Universal Weapon in hand, and one of the Agrii Security Point guns hanging from a strap at her side. Surely she was kitted out for battle.

What she was not expecting was the distressed noise she heard while walking toward the hangar, or how the noise grew louder and more distressed noises buried under some rubble of the less stable buildings in the area. And that's when she realized what she was hearing.

"A glownie!" the woman gasped, shocked and moving toward the rubble to try and get to where the source was. "I will save you little beast!"

3. Exploring The Ghost of the Past | Pink 25 - Transport Station

Lauri-Ell loved plants, there was no denying that. There was beauty in the fragility of a flower, there was strength in the twisting of a vine, and there was wonder in the wash of green. But here, this place, it was wrong. Lauri-Ell's patrols often led her through this part of the city, eyes watching out for dangerous creatures encroaching in. Today, though, the silence and overgrowth was too much. Too like what she had seen in that New York City where her sister had hidden her during the war. Like the beautiful structure of glass and metal that housed plants where a Cotati had taken a captive little girl named Kit.

It was wrong here. It hurt her to see.

With a sigh Lauri-Ell moved further into the overgrowth, working her way through it. She wanted to see what this structure was, and the plants did not seem to want to let her through.

"I am not your enemy," she told the plants around her. "I wish merely to explore and see what this place was. What it could be. Please, i do not wish to damage you."

They weren't likely to listen.

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"What's an accuser?" she asked, lifting a brow. "I was a Force Captain," she offered. Not that that meant much any more. Force Captain, Second in Command. All of that was over.

"We are the justice and truth seekers of our people," she answered, still walking to the side room. "We investigate crimes, and determine guilt and innocence. I also serve as the bodyguard of my Emperor."

Judging by Catra's face she didn't think that sounded like the honored position it was. "That green guy?" Catra guessed, based off how Lauri-Ell had rarely been more than five feet from the guy when he was still here.

Ah. Lauri-Ell paused, her expression failing.

"Yes. That was him. He has gone home, and will grow to become the Great Uniter and Emperor of my people and the Skrull. One of my great duties, as the first of my restored order, was to keep him safe. Because that was its own justice. By having him we were a better people with a better people, and that is justice."

Catra looked...skeptical, but had the sense to keep more or less quiet about that one beyond a quizzically raised brow. He didn't seem all that special to her.

"If you're going to use that hammer thing I get something too. Otherwise you gotta lose it."

"I do not intend to train with the weapon yet," she offered with a laugh. "No, that is not wise. It is best, when sparring, for partners to learn each other in hand to hand first. It helps them grow in skill and understanding together."

ANd they are less likely to really injure the other when weapons come in to play.

"Good. So you do this a lot back home then?" she asked, rolling her shoulders and getting a feel for the sand under her feet. There were probably rules and etiquette she should have followed, but Catra didn't seem to care, abruptly charging and swiping with her claws.

"Training? Yes. It was a standard part of life for Kree soldiers," she answered. And if nothing else, she was a Kree soldier. It's all she could ever be.

But then Catra is moving. And she is fast, faster than Raph, and Lauri-Ell's eyes are wide with shock as she tries to move aside. Oh no, she's very fast.

Fast is one of Catra's main strengths, and she quickly redirects, taking another swipe, before bounding up and over Lauri-Ell, spring-boarding off of her shoulders to try and come at her from behind.

Yes, this was good. This was a fight that would push her limits. There wasn't much chance to react other than another swaying dodge until Catra was leaping over her shoulder. Lauri-Ell didn't even bother turning all the way. Instead she pivoted even as she was throwing a punch. Because frankly, she expected Catra to immediately attack.

Catra abruptly has to change tactics, narrowly side stepping the punch with cat like reflexes, eyes wide, and face splitting into a surprised grin. She swings with a high kick to try and knock that offending arm back.

The arm, though, it's like steel. The kick connects and while she winces a tiny bit, Lauri-Ell steps forward and makes another swing, this time aiming for the girl's stomach.

Damn, it was like fighting She-Ra. Catra frowns in momentary surprise before she's struck, falling back before using the momentum to flip head over heels, teeth grit as she lands further back in the sand.

"You are very nimble. This is good," Lauri-Ell smiled as she shifted her stance to regard the woman. "Your claws are sharp. You must be quite respected at home."

Kree believed in the fighters, the ones who could best serve the empire. So in Lauri-Ell's opinion the young woman should have quite a bit of esteem coming for her.

"..." Catra's jaw stiffened, gaze briefly skirting away. That was clearly a sore subject. She should be respected. But no matter what she did it never seemed to be enough.

"Heh. Yeah, well- you're not so bad yourself, Lady."

That was an interesting reaction. And one that had detracted from their fighting. Clearly that was not a good thing, it indicated discomfort, and Lauri-Ell did not wish to cause this. So she offered a smile instead.

"I was created to fight."