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One month later...
CHARGE! NOVA! CHARGE! NOVA! CHARGE! NOVA! CHARGE! NOVA! FLARE! SLASH!
Scott Ryder is training his fighting skills, or to be exact, his Vanguard skills. The holographic enemies, modeled after the Geth, didn't offer much difficulty for him aside from their sheer number. This allowed him to freely use his normally-unused biotic powers.
Long story short, the mother of both Scott and Sarah was a biotic, and so the twins were born with biotic potential as well. During his time of service in the Alliance Fifth Fleet, Scott was unfortunate enough to not be allowed to train his biotic skill, aside from the basic abilities such as Pull and Throw. It was a waste of talent, really, as Scott rarely got serious missions; all he did was either escorting important Alliance figures or guarding the Arcturus Station.
Of course, some pirates would try to invade Earth, but he never actually partake in all the craziness. So, a change of work and view (read: sleeping for 600 years until the Arks arrived to Andromeda) is a much, much desired prospect.
And there he is, practicing – no, unleashing his biotic rage, and training a kind of high-powered Warp power he affectionately referred to as Flare.
As a Vanguard-class Pathfinder, Scott will need fast-firing weapons, and so he chose assault rifles and shotguns. Scott almost never uses pistols, everyone can use pistols but not shotgun and rifles, he reasoned. He seems to rely on his M6 Avenger more than his Scimitar shotgun, despite frequently Charging straight into the enemy, getting fairly close to their targeting range. But the most special thing is his melee weapon; a Western sword. Initially, Scott was trained with daggers, but as his proficiency increases, he began to learn how to use other melee weapon types. He ended up picking sword, as it gave him a greater edge on close quarter combat situation. Daggers became too short for him, and blunt weapons are too slow lightweight to do any real damage.
"Oooh, nice job, Scotty. I'll give you 95 out of 100. Next time, don't forget about your ammo reserves."
Sarah walks into the training arena, preparing for her session after Scott is done.
Scott, as if on cue, examines his assault rifle's ammunition and discovers that, during his excitement of ramming the hologram targets, he depleted nearly all of the ammo. Damn.
"Well, at least I'm still a better fighter than you." Scott said. Sarah shakes her head, "Corrections: you are a better biotic rammer than me. You know, I use Singularity, not Charge." She commented.
"Whatever. At least I don't waste my time with small guns."
His sister scoffs as she entered the now-vacated training arena. Scott gathers his equipment before moving out, giving Sarah time to focus on her duty. Of course, Sarah is a Sentinel, this is understandable considering her job as a Prothean Archeologist. Her time was spent travelling to remote places. Being mostly unprotected during those times, she would need to know how to utilize and repair machinery whenever needed, and to defend herself whenever perilous circumstances happen.
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Fifteen minutes later...
The twins are back in their quarters for lunch. Alec is once again out, having some... important things to handle. To keep things simple, they decided to just make an easy lunch, not that they are feeling lazy or whatever, it's just that they'll need to do a few things quickly. At 1400 hours, Lieutenant Cora Harper will have important briefing to share for the Hyperion's Pathfinder team.
"Alright, for starters, I was inquired to change my first name a little bit. So it's Sara now, not Sarah anymore." The girl tells her brother as they sit down around the dining table. "Sara, huh? Are you sure no one will mistake that as Sera?" "No, don't worry; they will mistake my name if they speak in Finland accent. No aliens speak in Finnish, you know." Scott nods in agreement and continue gulping down his lunch.
"You finished your training earlier than usual. I wonder what changed your mind."
"Exactly. Once you know how to carefully group your targets into one place, you can easily finish them off all at once." Sara answered her brother's comment as if the comment was a question.
"You're proudly smirking."
At this statement, Sara is mystified and quickly altered her expression to match a offended one. Scott is grinning wide, too wide actually. "Oh, what? No, of course not. Why would I smirk- I mean, It's not like I depend heavily on my biotics. I excel in tech skills, remember?" Regrettably, Scott is not convinced. "Oh, I get it. You're just teasing."
"I'm not." Scott said playfully, "Remember that one certain time when you used your power to push me out of bed, so you can sleep on it while I slept on the floor?"
Both of them burst into laughter.
"Yeah, you were snoring like a bear, you didn't even realize you were on the floor until morning."
"See, you're much talented than you look." Scott gives her a playful punch to her shoulder. It appears that sharing jokes, both dry and sarcastic, in a tradition for the Ryders. It's no surprise that Alec, despite his serious stance, actually enjoys being around them. though he also expects the Ryder siblings to maintain a sense of professionalism at work. For Scott, being professional is pretty much as natural as breathing, but due to Sara's adventurous streak, being serious and calm isn't her strongest aspect.
After all, this is a new galaxy, one cannot simply be stoic and reserved without feeling a drive to explore the unknown, no matter how scary it might be.