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Side Sim: Training - Kane and Mwezi

Posted Dec. 10, 2018, 11:30 p.m. by Ensign Mwezi (Sec) (Riley W)

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Solomon Kane (Tactical / Medical) in Side Sim: Training - Kane and Mwezi

Posted by Ensign Mwezi (Sec) in Side Sim: Training - Kane and Mwezi
Mwezi flexed his muscles as he stretched his limbs, limbering himself up for a little bit of weight training. It was strange to see the humans glistening with sweat when they exercised, especially since his species didn’t sweat all over like that. Ears with blood vessels throughout, cold noses, and panting were the heat-sink areas for the Laleri, along with the fact that their natural body temperature was simply, cooler to begin with. He had stripped out of most of his clothing and wore a simple loin-covering shaped like swimming trunks. Technically it was not necessary due to the internal nature of his… private parts. But it made the humans more comfortable, so he wore a covering.

Mwezi finished stretching and stepped over to the weights, beginning his work-out with some leg weights. He moved on to work a few other muscles before grabbing an available treadmill and jogging. Then running. His feet hit the moving surface and dug in slightly before launching him ‘forward,’ keeping his torso in place while his feet ran. It wasn’t even close to the feeling of running through the woods, but it was the best he had.

After his running was done, Mwezi stepped over to a locker and put in the combination key only he knew, pulling out a masterfully crafted (and blunted) sword. He also grabbed a few targets, and began to swing and parry and dodge imaginary blows and phaser shots, an entire world of attacks within his mind.

Mwezi

Kane entered the gym and found a free exercise mat near the hanging body bag that he favored for his workouts. A few crew members walked past, made look as if they were going to say something to the man, then changed their mind and hurried away. The recent addition to the Chernov had, apparently, already made an impression with some. After stretching, Kane pulled an elastic band from his wrist and used it to tie his hair back. Wearing a faded blue hoodie with a crest of some kind on the left breast and the initials ‘NDFD EMS’ on the back, Kane opened the bag that he had brought in with him and pulled out some boxing gloves and tape. In movements born of repetition and familiarity, he taped up both hands in under two minutes and pulled on the gloves. The gloves cinched tight automatically, and Kane took his place in front of the hanging heavy-bag. A few jabs from each hand got the bag moving slightly, and then the blows became more varied, more rapid, and much more forceful. Soon, the sound of the gloves hitting the fabric of the bag could be heard easily across the gym.

Kane, Tac / Med

Mwezi glanced over to the other officer and nodded slightly in acknowledgement of Kane’s presence. He deposited his sword back into the locker and closed it, then stepped over to Kane. His tail waved lazily back and forth as he walked towards the man and the heavy-bag. “Want a sparring partner?” the translated words of the Alien came from the wristwatch-like device that he wore at all times. He’d only been in Starfleet for a few years and he was actually quite bad at language. He was getting the hang of understanding English, but speaking it was another issue.

“I could teach you my strategies and you teach me yours?” he suggested with a small smile. He found Kane to be a fascinating and intelligent person despite his tough demeanor, and he wanted to know more about the man.

Mwezi


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