Terrified was an understatement, Andromeda had heard about the ship’s infamous gladiatorial style fighting arena and now she was standing just outside its doors. The idea of a federation ship having something that from her own Grecian heritage and was still to this day widely practiced though the combat was not anywhere near as bloody as it used to be amazed her and scared her. Andromeda was not someone who enjoyed violence, though she knew how to fight, her family had made sure of that and on top of the training, she received at Starfleet she wasn’t quite the weak opponent one might think when the first set their eyes upon her.

Taking in a deep breath she walked through the doors dressed for the occasion. Working from head to toe she had certainly put the effort in, she didn’t like fighting but she loved dressing up in her culture’s ancient history and she looked at the picture. Andromeda, named after the dream goddess in greek mythology wore a gold headband, her hair was up in a high ponytail, on her right shoulder boasted a black iron Galerus a kind of large metallic shoulder shield in the shape of Lionshead, on her arm she had opted for an underlying of Manicae which were wraps of leather and cloth for arm and wrist padding and were protected by a leather Monica which was studded with bits of steel for extra protection. A black leather Subarmalis with purple and red tips made up most of her uniform also studded with steel and iron and was clinging tightly to her waist by a Balthus. This held her xiphos a Grecian specialty, on her back was strapped a Dory another Grecian and more in line with her heritage and Spartans spear. Finally protecting her exposed legs and shins was a pair of fascia engraved with Andromeda symbol, the dream goddess and to finish of the set a shield, small to match her size and power also designed with her own symbolic symbol of the Andromeda System. She could feel the ship angry at her, she was the pure embodiment of Grecian Mythology on a ship so rich in Norse, and it disliked it, several times she found the turbo lift taking her to the wrong floor until finally, she had decided to crawl the Jeffries tubes to get to her destination, she wouldn’t allow this ship defeat her.

Walking into the Thunderdome was something which took her breath away, and not because she was wearing all her armor and weaponry but because of how well they had replicated the feel of an ancient gladiatorial ring. The initial walk had her surrounded by old moss-covered stone walls, the floor painted with what she hoped was fake blood. Further walking it finally all opened up to a spacious ‘pit’ which was surrounded by the stands of the arena and of course no arena was complete without the Emperor’s podium or in this case the Captains she could almost feel how her ancestors had felt.

Brushing aside the reminiscing and wanderlust she looked around to see if anyone else had already arrived for ‘practice’ which she felt she really needed and has asked for some help.

Ens. Andromeda Lykaios