[Boba Fett's Quarters]

The next morning found Rasha in one of Mandalore's many combat training areas, awaiting the arrival of the warrior who was assigned to teach her. She was fully armed and ready for combat, with the heavy model 434 she had gotten off Viscos in her hands and the custom S-5 clones she'd had made at her belt. A number of Mandalorians cast curious glances at the scantily clad twi'lek female as they went about her business -she was an unusual sight among so much Mandalorian armour.

Finally, a Mandalorian dressed in red armour approached her.

"You are Rasha?" he asked, his voice and helmeted head giving a strong impression of impassivity.

"Yes," Rasha replied.

"Hmmm," was the Mandalorians only response. He didn't sound very impressed.

He's probably only taking me seriously because Fett is taking an interest in me, Rasha thought to herself. The Mandalorian studied her for several seconds.

"Put away your blasters," he told her. "You won't be needing them today."

Rasha blinked.

"But those are my main weapons!" she protested.

"They are not," the Mandalorian informed her. "Your body is your main weapon. You must master your body before you can master other weapons."

Rasha frowned, but put down her weapons.

"Those better not get taken," she warned as she laid down the very expensive S-5 clones.

"They won't be," the Mandalorian informed her. "We do not tolerate theft her. Thieves are punished severely. Take up a fighting stance."

Rasha did as she was told.

"Now hit me," the Mandalorian ordered her. Rasha stepped forward and sent a punch flying at the Mandalorian's neck. Almost instantly, an armoured arm shot out and turned the blow aside. The next instant, it grabbed her arm, twisted it, and sent her tumbling to the ground.

"Get up," the Mandalorian ordered. Rasha did so, dusting herself off as best she could.

"You must learn how to read your opponent," the Mandalorian informed her. "You must be alert for openning and ready to repel any counterattack. Now try again."

Stepping forward again with a determined expression, Rasha threw another punch. Second later she was on the ground again.

She could already tell she was going to have a long day.
[Sleeping Camps]

[Sleeping Camps]

The next day was the beggining of Rasha's weapons training. While she would still be spending a considerable amount of time on hand to hand combat, the Mandalorians were at least smart enough to realise that there was a limit to how much one could learn of one skill in a single training session.

Upon her arrival, Rasha's instructor ordered her to demonstrate her skills in a wide variety of areas, from ones as simple as her draw to how she engaged ranged targets. His conclusion was... not disheartening exactly, but it was not exactly encouraging either.

"You have a good draw, but you need to practice your shooting more. Getting your gun out first won't help you if you can't hit your target."

Feeling that her pride had been stung, Rasha frowned a little.

"It's never let me down before."

"Then you have been lucky. Even at close range, it is a boon to be accurate. At long range, it is essential."

The Mandalorian looked Rasha full in the face.

"Today, we will work on your pistol shooting skills. If you can get good at that, you should be able to learn to fire a rifle accurately. We will start with a basic firing stance. It is of limited use in an actual fight because it leaves you vulnerable, but it will teach you to aim properly. Show me that stance."

Feeling the sting of humiliation, Rasha began her shooting training in the same stance a cadet would.

[Surveying the Spaceport]