"I specialized in commanding defense at home, but I believe Lieutenant Tuvok may consider me a little too violent to approve of me as a security officer." She grins at the recollection of Tuvok's expression when she first boarded, weapons hidden all over her in addition to the ones strapped in plain sight at her waist.
Hadand considers the idea of practicing with members of the Voyager's crew, like B'Elanna. The Odni has traditionally been the trump card of Marlovan women. Teaching it to a non-Marlovan or to a man was a taboo never undertaken lately. I am never going home, she thinks to herself. This time it sounds like an assurance as well as a curse. "I would be glad to teach anyone willing. I do miss the Odni, and there is only so much I can do without a partner." Smiling, she confesses, "I appreciate that you do not find the idea of knives primitive. I thought your people might. Of course I learned to use any weapon we had access to on Iasca Leror, but the older traditional forms were always my favorites." Hadand learned every weapon with a singlemindedness borne of the knowledge that the planet's capitol would one day be entirely her responsibility to defend. The queen was in charge of defense, the king of battles in a larger sense. Hadand would never be queen now, and her lessons could well go unused. "Here, it would serve as exercise and something of home."
She needs the exercise; short and stocky, Hadand is all curves in spite of her muscle and extensive physical training. Sometime around puberty handsprings became much more difficult. It would be so easy for her to gain weight and lose strength, were she to become lazy. But she needs the peace and the familiarity more. Yes, peace, for despite being a means of fighting, the practice itself has always been one she finds calming. Hadand craves this bit of home, the almost meditative state of movements so well ingrained that they are second nature. Her knives are an extension of her, and Hadand never needs to think about where they are or how to use them.
Eyes widening when he explains the holodeck, Hadand moves to get a closer look at the technology. Iasca Leror never had anything but the barest essentials when it came to technology. Sartor trusted no people so military with knowledge or other useful things. Hadand knows that she received limited exposure to even the innovations common within her own system. The Voyager is in another class entirely. "I have never seen a hologram. Show me something now, if you don't mind, and maybe another day we could program at least a part of the palace where I grew up."
Not the people, especially not at first. That would be too painful. For now, Hadand would just like another glimpse of stone halls, of banners, of open courtyards and the view from the walls.
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Hadand considers the idea of practicing with members of the Voyager's crew, like B'Elanna. The Odni has traditionally been the trump card of Marlovan women. Teaching it to a non-Marlovan or to a man was a taboo never undertaken lately. I am never going home, she thinks to herself. This time it sounds like an assurance as well as a curse. "I would be glad to teach anyone willing. I do miss the Odni, and there is only so much I can do without a partner." Smiling, she confesses, "I appreciate that you do not find the idea of knives primitive. I thought your people might. Of course I learned to use any weapon we had access to on Iasca Leror, but the older traditional forms were always my favorites." Hadand learned every weapon with a singlemindedness borne of the knowledge that the planet's capitol would one day be entirely her responsibility to defend. The queen was in charge of defense, the king of battles in a larger sense. Hadand would never be queen now, and her lessons could well go unused. "Here, it would serve as exercise and something of home."
She needs the exercise; short and stocky, Hadand is all curves in spite of her muscle and extensive physical training. Sometime around puberty handsprings became much more difficult. It would be so easy for her to gain weight and lose strength, were she to become lazy. But she needs the peace and the familiarity more. Yes, peace, for despite being a means of fighting, the practice itself has always been one she finds calming. Hadand craves this bit of home, the almost meditative state of movements so well ingrained that they are second nature. Her knives are an extension of her, and Hadand never needs to think about where they are or how to use them.
Eyes widening when he explains the holodeck, Hadand moves to get a closer look at the technology. Iasca Leror never had anything but the barest essentials when it came to technology. Sartor trusted no people so military with knowledge or other useful things. Hadand knows that she received limited exposure to even the innovations common within her own system. The Voyager is in another class entirely. "I have never seen a hologram. Show me something now, if you don't mind, and maybe another day we could program at least a part of the palace where I grew up."
Not the people, especially not at first. That would be too painful. For now, Hadand would just like another glimpse of stone halls, of banners, of open courtyards and the view from the walls.