#ramarri

I've been wanting to write some more Ramaari and this gives me an excuse without the dedication if a multi.... yet 😅 I love them so much!!

Title: Draw of A Dragon Gem

Rated: T

Warnings: None

Ship: Raya/Namaari

Summary: Life settling down over Kumandra, Namaari lets herself try to enjoy the new reality. It turns out to be a good thing, turned great when she sees just how much it might bring her. Specifically something unexpected that's better than any dragon gem.

(Speak of a past experience)

((Well here goes...))

The black-clad Floran sat back in her chair and set her hands behind her head as she read over the anonymous message once again, before hitting record for a posted reply, "You want to hear something about my past. Very well. I have time for one story."

"I doubt this story has been uploaded as a log yet. It happened shortly before I moved to this crew."

"I was on another ship before this one. Captain Grattice lead us," Ramarri pulled a Captain's cap out of the locker and wiped away some dust. "He was a good Captain."

"Grattice was trying to do the same job Ruka was. Earth destroyed meant others were without home. Grattice would not have that. We were following a distress signal to a ship that was already empty. Only blood remained."

"Grattice gave orders to follow the next distress call and we beamed to the ship. The purple hoods aboard after the ship left. We didn't know they were there until it was too late."

"Grattice heard them stepping toward our location and told me to prepare for anything. Grattice called out with his pistol drawn. The response was gunfire. We took cover and sent shots back."

"Our shots seemed like a waste so Grattice told me to hide. Grattice requested to talk and bullets stopped. I advised not to go."

"I could not hear them talking clearly. Then gunshot. Grattice yell and more gunshots. Grattice dive back with me for cover. More shooting. Hoods yelling loudly. Grattice closes his eyes."

"Tellss me to stay safe. Tellss me to sstop them when I ssee them. Tellss me he iss proud. I get angry and grab gun of Grattice. Sshoot lotss more at hoodss. Heard mech leave out airlock. Think all fight done."

"Grattice ssay one more thing. Thing Floran will not repeat..."

"Ssoon all iss quiet. Grattice gone. Floran hide sso can kill resst of hoodss before they know. Floran all tearss and Floran Rage. Then... Fishy and Glitch arrive. Floran not know them, attack on ssight."

"Were Ruka and Krassk. Floran slowly calm down, and hoodss return. Floran help Ruka kill them... But Krassk shot. Jusst like Grattice."

"Floran-... I do not remember the rest. Only coming to my senses on Ruka's ship."

Having been fidgeting since halfway through the story, Ramarri stifled one sob and wiped an eye.

"Guess I was not ready to share this story. Story needed to be told."

“You…. You want to fight… fight Floran?”

I don’t know what I’m gonna do with this information except finish the second set of characters...

Scary Floran is also drool-worthy Floran...

Ramarri has physical down to a science. She can defend herself and others. However, her weakness lies in her trauma. Occasus groups will make her forget all of her training, all of her attention, all of her focus, in a blind rage of Floran savagery. Fact is, she gets severe tunnel-vision and has zero tact. No planning.

He unwrapped the spear and felt the weight in his hands. It seemed a bit heavier then the one he was used to, but with practice he should be fine.

The note made him laugh, both with merriment and just a bit of… concern. Training with Ramarri was frightening, but effective.