Daniel sighs and takes his sword and looks at the blade. Temarian Special Forces sword. Thats what my father said it was. "The Blue Stripes" Non-human hunters. Whatever, I'll get the hang of this eventually. He then examines the wrapping around his hands. Maybe I should practice where no-one can watch, to avoid embarresment. Yeah I'll do that. He clenches and unclenches his left hand, wincing with the pain. He still didn't feel right, even in doorway to the ship it felt small. He didn't like enclosed spaces. he walks away from the ship and exhales, looking around idly.