Lahana found her mind clearing of any thoughts. Her worries faded as her fists flew into the padded hands of the droid. Sparing with a machine was nothing like training with another living being. There was no intent behind it's movements, no emotion. Fighting people on the other hand was like a conversation, through the exchange of blows a thread of empathy was created. She once believed this to be the case for everyone, but it was only after sparing with her master that she was told otherwise. A combination of her heritage and the force within her was what Kale had hypothesized was the reason. 

Her mind wandered once it had settled too long in peace, as it always did. The tactile feeling of her fists smashing into cushioned metal dug up a memory she had no desire to experience again. 

[i]Slam. Slam. Slam. Her hands were suddenly flat against a surface, someone's chest. Her hands were wet, and not with the acidic water that fell from the planet's skies. Slick, sticky, crimson red. The body she was preforming CPR on had already stopped breathing, her still open eyes glazed over and lifeless. And yet Lahana was still pushing on her chest as if it would bring her back. She only stopped when she was dragged away by those that had forced the two of them onto the battlefield in the first place. That was the last time she made friends with a fellow soldier.[/i]

Someone calling out her name broke her out of her trance. She stopped swinging her fists, only realizing now that she had broken one of the droid's six arms. She looked at the dangling metal, then to the source of the voice. Lahana narrowed her eyes. "Alara." She said the woman's name as if affirming it to herself, telling herself that she hadn't simply heard it in her head. Alara, the woman that seemed to really like learning about other cultures. Odd hobby for a soldier she'd thought, but then again what did she know about normal?

"Um, hello?" Her voice was just barely audible, not the sort of voice one would expect to come from her considering she'd just finished assaulting a helpless training droid. "I... Wasn't expecting to see you again... not so soon anyhow." She removed a band holding her hair into a ponytail, only now realizing her hands were shaking. Suddenly she felt cold as well. Her attire wasn't very Jedi-like at the moment, instead looking more like a gym fanatic.