The captain of U.C.H. (United Coalition of Humanity) Enterprise approaches Rylos-01, barely looking up from his clipboard.

Rylos, I need you to train a new recruit.

Rylos looks down at the tiny captain, a confused look on her face. That is the task of the trainers. I am a warrior. Teaching is not my purpose.

The captain sighs, rubbing his head. Indeed it is, but the alien bastards targeted and killed all our trainers in a raid last week. I have no other choice.

Rylos thinks for just a split second, her supercomputer like mind calculating millions of different things that could happen if she wasn't with her squad, before pointing to her most trusted squad member. Katherine, you will lead Strike-Group Blackout while I train this recruit. She then turns her attention back to the small human I will accomplish this task for you, Captain.

You then walk in, the new recruit she has to train. You accidentally drop one of your bags, which spills out some rather... interesting drawings of draconic characters.

The captain sighs again, before turning his attention back to Rylos. Don't go too hard on him, Rylos. His father died a war hero.