Bam!

The bag swung hard away from her and she side stepped as it swung back. Spinning her body with her left leg leading, her shoed toes collided with the began it began to swing back.

It spun.

She watched it as if it were a small curiosity to be studied. The empath’s emotions locked down tight and her face expressionless as her heart rate increased from the exertion. It felt good to release some of the tension, though it was only some. The rest hidden beneath a mask she wasn’t ready to take down. Not yet. Not today.

The spin slowed as it swung and she side kicked, sending it swinging wide despite its weight. The pips she normally wore on her collar should indicate where her priorities lay, and they did, but her instincts finely honed in her previous years as a security officer ready to fight were with her always. Black shorts and a black t-shirt hugged her lean body and well defined muscles, while her short mass of soft tight black curls were partially hidden beneath a black head scarf.

As she watched the bag to plot her next move, her pale amber eyes were on high alert for the motion around her. One did not sneak up on Koraia. She’d have to be comatose or so out of it her empathy couldn’t register the presence of another person. It was highly unlikely.

Fl. Captain Koraia, CO