A Dragon from a Distant Land

Earth was known for martial arts. Personally, Jango didn't see what the big deal was. Hitting people really hard or opting for her energy swords had always worked just fine and dandy in her life-or-death line of work. All the fancy footwork and insistence on calling energy 'Ki' was weird to her. Still, maybe there was something to it. Earthlings weren't exactly known for being the most powerful bunch, but they were serviceable. Maybe it'd just take someone with REAL potential to learn their way of combat to make it viable! There were plenty of dojos to consider, but only ONE (that she could find) had its grandmaster running for President!

"YO!" Jango showed up at the doorstep of the Dragon Dojo, boots caked in mud and tail impatiently swishing behind her. "ANYONE HOME?" She happened to have arrived late at night, after all the students had gone home, but surely that wouldn't matter. She was special! A real diamond in the rough! "HELLLLOOOO?" She could vaguely sense someone pretty strong in there, even with her crappy out-of-practice senses. "I'M LOOKING FOR SOME GUY NAMED OM CHOMEI, IS HE HERE!?" Hmm. At this rate she'd have to resort to breaking in to scope the place out.