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This Is The Way

Posted June 14, 2021, 3:05 p.m. by Lieutenant Casela Synthi-er (Counsellor / RTF) (Jennifer Ward)

Posted by Chief Warrant Officer Kodek Vonn (RTF Commander) in This Is The Way

Posted by Lieutenant Casela Synthi-er (Counsellor / RTF) in This Is The Way

Posted by Chief Warrant Officer Kodek Vonn (RTF Commander) in This Is The Way

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There was a pause and rhe the voice said “Very well. I will assist you. Holodeck. 0500 tomorrow. Anything else?”

Vonn, RCO

Casela nodded. “I’ll be there.” There was one other thing. “Don’t tell anyone. They won’t understand and will make me stop.” Normally she would say try but there was a real possibility the doc would get involved and make it stick.
Lt Synthi-er CNS

There was no discernable acknowledgment from Vonn, just a simple “Morning meditation. I fail to see how this would be a violation of doctor’s orders.”

Vonn, RCO

Casela suppressed a grin. One would think that meditation would not trip anyone’s radar, but it was her after all. And she never did anything the conventional way. “Thank you Vonn. Till tomorrow morning.” She left with a respectful nod and headed back towards the counseling deck.


One good thing about being restless and recovering she was keeping odd hours. And though it drove her little family nuts her odd hours of aimless wandering meant they didn’t ask when she left so very early. At exactly 0458 the next morning Casela appeared in the corridor walking up to the holodeck doors. She pressed the controls to open the doors and stepped inside.
Synthi-er, CNS

The doors opened into a large room with a very high ceiling and a wooden floor. A haphazard and visually unstable assortment of poles, barrels, boards, pipes, ropes, and various other implements (even an old bathtub) had been organized in a seemingly random fashion; but they allowed for a pseudo-pathway from the floor to a high loft area in the far right corner, about twenty feet off the floor she stood on. Vonn stood motionless at the first point: a wide, wooden board laying across a large steel can that laid on it’s side creating a kind of rolling teeter-totter.

The voice spoke. “The drill is simple. Move from this point to the loft. Do not use your hands, do not touch the floor, and do not fall. There are no mats. Falling will hurt. Safeties are set at ninety percent. Each day, they will decrease by two. You will practice three hours a day until you can reach the loft. I recommend mastering the course early. By day five, falling will hurt… quite a bit.”

Vonn, RTF CO

While Vonn spoke Casela was analyzing every point. She had good balance and heights didn’t bother her. She also knew that bouts of vertigo and dizziness would make that excellent balance worthless. She nodded, no hands, okay, that was going to make it harder. Good, she’d asked for a challenge. “Three hours to master it, or there will be pain. Got it.”

She walked over to the teeter-totter and eyed the course again, and then set her foot on the board. The impulse was the run the teeter-totter as a simple obstacle, but the can rolled and running was reckless, but going slow would allow the can to roll out from under the board. She moved with long smooth strides and then poised over the can she shifted her weight quickly from one foot to the other balancing on the can until the board hit the tub and she quickly stepped to the tub, the board moving as the can slipped, but she kept her footing. She might not be so lucky the next time.

The first two steps on the tub gauged the sturdiness of it and finding no give she moved easily to the end and started to simply step to what looked like a folded table on it’s side, but it was just out of her reach. She jumped and made the mistake of keeping both feet together, the ledge wasn’t wide enough for that, and she fell right on her backside. She stood up walked back around and started again. This time, when she landed her feet were heel to toe, like landing on a tight rope. She wobbled, arms out until she found her balance, stepped over the rattan bo, the table moving side to side. Something that looked like a paint can stood in front of her, just high enough she couldn’t step. She gauged the height, took a breath and jumped, landing solidly on it and it weaved sickeningly. She allowed herself to bend her knees and drop her center of gravity slightly to stabilize it, but it wasn’t going to stay up right, she could fall or attempt to jump to the next thing…like a metal spinning book rack with a platform on top. She jumped, the paint can falling, her feet too far to the back of the next piece and it tumbled backwards with her. She had the good sense to tuck her head, and throw her arms out to spread the impact.

She got up and started again, and so it went for the next two plus hours. She never complained or hesitated to start again. The only pause was once she slammed her shoulder into the corner of the paint can and on her way back around she stretched the shoulder, moving it to make sure it wouldn’t stiffen up on her. And so it went.

She stood at the end of the balance beam pipe and stared at the upright poles, ‘steps’. This she was familiar with. Her uncle had made her run similar things before. They would move, in the direction of her momentum, at first, and then any change in balance would shift them side to side. The trick was to move quickly and trust her foot eye coordination. This would be that…6th? time, it didn’t matter. She needed to trust herself to judge and analyze and not second guess. She went from still to movement all most instantly, landing the first and as it swayed forward she leapt to the next, correcting an over reach at the last second, but instead of forward the pole swayed backwards and to the side. She moved with it, this time, last time she tried to correct the movement and had fallen, and found her balance again and then pushed off to the loft. Sheer. Dumb. Luck.
Synthi-er, CNS


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