Naia stood in line with four other V/O personnel, waiting for check-in at the firing range. The location sat in a reinforced section of Vanguard Operations HQ, designed to withstand the effects of firing energy weapons. The shielding downrange and local atmosphere scrubbers in particular kept things safe for those in the rest of the green zone.
The sterile smell of cleaning solution and ozone permeated the air as always. The familiar scents were almost comforting to the dark haired woman despite their sharp taste. She'd started coming here during her first year of military training and grown accustomed to them.
While most Navigators focused exclusively on studying harmonics, Naia had insisted on learning conventional combat skills past the minimum required parameters. Her direct instructor back then had laughed, claiming that powers would always be more reliable than an energy core inside a weapon that can be lost or taken.