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Side Sim: Training - Kane and Mwezi

Posted Dec. 23, 2018, 10:36 p.m. by Ensign Mwezi (Sec) (Riley W)

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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

Kane had already worked up a slight sweat and was breathing slightly heavy. Looking at Mwezi, the typical glare in place on his face, he paused and shrugged. “Not much strategy in what I do, but sure. I’m guessing you have some furry martial-art that your people teach from birth or something?” Kane asked as they moved to the sparring mat, his tone mocking and sarcastic… but something in it led to the belief that his words weren’t meant as demeaning.

Kane, Tac / Med

“Furry martial art,” Mwezi chuckled. “Did you know that the swordfighting practiced in Europe in your medieval times is considered to have been a martial art?” He commented, smiling slightly. He got into a ready position, then waited for a moment before swinging his leg over in an attempt to throw Kane off and trip him. The different shape of his leg meant that it swung differently than Kane might be used to. Before he could actually make contact though, the alien pulled back, having feinted the kick, and used what was hopefully a moment of confusion to send an uppercut towards the man.

Mwezi

Kane’s reaction was not only atypical for a trained fighter, but it flew in the face of what most trained fighters do. Rather than dodge, step back, or maneuver out of the way of the uppercut; Kane turned into it so that it connected on the side of his neck, talking the blow a fraction of a second before it should have connected and using the slight gap to bring a gloved fist out and take a shot the exposed ribs of the side Mwezi had used for the uppercut. At the same time, he brought his knee up. It wasn’t aimed at any particular target, it just came up fast at whatever it could connect to. In this brief moment of time, three things became very obvious to any trained combat person: One was that Kane had no real formal training, but was a very experienced fighter. Two was that he was as unpredictable a fighter as he was a personality. And three… in a real fight he would either kill or be killed. There was no middle ground for him.

Kane, Tac / Med

Mwezi took the blow to the ribs with a slight grunt. Noticing the upwards-flying knee, he grabbed Kane’s leg with his hands and twisted, pulling the man sideways by his leg in a way that would hopefully knock him over. Mwezi then jumped backwards, his powerful legs propelling him further than a human would have been able to jump.

Mwezi

Kane landed on the mat with a thud, rolling onto his stomach and then pushing to his feet with a speed that was surprising to most. He charged at Mwezi with a look of utter concentration, and drew his arm back to deliver a punch right at his face. But then, at the absolute last possible second, Kane dropped to his side and slid with his full weight at his opponent, looking to hit his shins and knock him to the ground.

Kane, Tac / Med

Mwezi brought up his arm to block the punch, and was caught off guard when Kane went for his shins. Although, if the officer went for what was usually the shins on a human, he would instead hit Mwezi’s long feet. Mwezi took the hit and used the momentum to roll forwards, getting back onto his feet with ease. He bared his teeth, growling playfully, and allowed Kane to make the next move, staying at a healthy distance away from the man. There were some differences in the fighting style that a Laleri could use that a human could not, but he figured that Medical wouldn’t appreciate it if he got blood all over the training room by biting one of his crewmates.

Mwezi


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