It wasn't often she could find the time to hone an old skill, a stable of her ancient and forgotten training regimen. Stainless steel slipping through bloodied and tough fingers, sailing through the air in sharp lines, blurring through the air until stabbed into their targets, the glittering throwing stars and knives her extensions. She liked the feeling of the small objects, watching them sail through the aim and hit her targets with deadly accuracy. She could always remember the crowds as she practiced her knife throwing, and their awe at her speed and accuracy and deadliness.
The cargo bay wasn't the best place, nowhere close to what she had originally in training, in N-School, but she could easily make do with the cargo bay of the SR-1. A few crew members watched her cautiously as she set up several targets alongside the Mako. She rolled out her brown leather holder across a box, several gasps responding to the sight of her wide array of knives and blades. It was the old reaction, a normal one she didn't want anymore. They were on a warship, one that had seen conflict and death and blood. She couldn't understand why so many reacted with surprise when they saw her blades and abilities with it.
Three blades slipped from their sheaths, twirled effortlessly between her fingers. She contemplated their course, their targets. Readying her throws.
The elevator opened as she threw her blades, striking her subjects with her deadly throws, earning gasps from the audience. From the back of the group, hums of approval. Her eyes, dark and focused, the gaze of a predator, looked for those special among the group.
Ashley and Kaiden. They had gasped, she knew their voices. Liara, she had been among the few to gasp as well, though perhaps in more awe then anything.
Garrus. He hummed in approval, perhaps for the accuracy as accurate as his sniping. Wrex, the rotten man, was smirking.
She turned her eyes back to her shining extensions, her biotics flowing around her frame, the bright beauty of the blue force that made her an impossible storm to calm. Her smirk was deadly and fierce, her hands and wrists snapping out, her blades whirling around her in blurred lines of silver, a deadly storm of steel flying through the air. the crew stepped away in fear of her other hidden silver beauties blew from their leather bounds, swirling around her in wild, outrageous arches. She smiled, proudly and happily, as she showed her skills and power. She launched her blades back to the target, sending it flying in pieces as her knifes splatter and scatter across the metal ground.
Her crowd gave a resounding applause and hollers and cries of amazement.
All she could hear was the sound of her ringing steel blades, and the continued humming of approval from one curious turian standing by the elevator.