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Hand-to-Hand Training

Posted April 3, 2021, 10:50 p.m. by Ensign George Anderson (Scientist) (Riley W)

Posted by Ensign Rand Farquharson (Yeoman) in Hand-to-Hand Training

Posted by Ensign George Anderson (Scientist) in Hand-to-Hand Training

Posted by Ensign Randal ‘Randy’ Farquharson (Yeoman Second Rate) in Hand-to-Hand Training
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“Why were you guys so weird about my name?” He asked quietly after a little while. “Like, was there some kind of referential humour I just didn’t pick up on??”

Ens. Anderson, Sec/Sci

Ford shook his head. “My apologies, George. I didn’t expect anyone to notice. It was a reference to an old Earth film… vid. I picked up a love for them during an Earth entertainment history elective at the Academy.” He swung his eyes to Rand. “Not quite sure where Rand picked it up,” he added with a smirk.

Rand wasn’t sure what to say, and was glad that Ford had answered George’s question. She noticed Ford’s glance her way but wasn’t feeling brave enough to get into the why’s and how’s.

“Looking good everybody!” he called out, getting all eyes to turn to him again. “Let’s work a simple combo - the classic ‘one-two’.”

He waved George up with the pad and had him hold it at chin height. “This is a jab” - his left fist shot out and hit the pad - “followed by a cross” - his left hand came back and his right hand flew and hit the pad. He pointed to his hips. “The push-pull motion of the hips will really help generate a lot of power - we’re pulling the side for the cross back during the jab, giving us even more room to generate power when we rotate it back around.”

He showed the combo off from each side and the front, so they could see it from all angles. “Practice this on the pads, so you have a good target for both punches.”

COS Ford

Since George had the pad Rand squared off to him and worked through the combination, taking the first few slowly. She found that the combination of both actually made the rotation easier. Again once she was sure she had the concept down she returned to speed. The jab made a satisfying ‘rap’ against the pad followed by a punctuated ‘smack’ of the cross. Her knuckles lined up correctly and she had good follow through. The next few the power built as she figured out how to use the push/pull from the jab through to the cross.

Randy had snuck into the gym and was working out on various pieces of resistive equipment that was wonderfully high tech rather than the old weight plates. He was actually there to keep an eye on his sister and the COS but if he could get some sick gains why the heck not? He was listening to the conversation, the rooms designed for sound to travel or at least not to dampen it’s movement as he called out. “She played Trinity in a stage adaptation of the ancient video.” He was doing bicep curls at the moment, thinking like he looked like hot stuff while in actuality it was probably not the most impressive for the ginger man with arms of noodles to be ‘pumping iron’ but he thought it was good anyways!

Randy, Yeoman

Rand had no idea Randy was even in the gymnasium. She’d been focused on the class. The sound of his voice got her attention and then his words registered into the silence of the thumps and smacks of the practice. She was startled enough she aimed wrong on the cross and scraped her knuckles. Her face paled as she shook her hand and flexed it against the sting. She was going to kill Randy, if she could catch him. She took a deep breath muttering unlady like things in Gaelic about her brother and started again.
Yeoman Rand

Ford shot a glare at Randy and paused Rand before she could punch, looking at her knuckles. “Just let me know if you need the handwrap,” he told her. Louder, he continued. “And I’d ask that you not interrupt my class again, Ensign.”

Randy knew he was invading his sister’s space and even though he wanted to be protective he was far from the picture of bravado and machismo. He stood up and put the weights away gingerly, not wanting to cause any more of a disruption given that he was sure what his sister said under her breath wasn’t the most polite and the glare from the COS was rather clear. Randy wasn’t a fighter, and from what he had seen of Ford before the man was respectable and courteous, even then Randy wanted to just be sure. After all Ford was putting his hands all over his sister and he had caught that glare, who did this guy think he was? Perhaps it was time to keep a closer eye. He shot Rand a look, almost one where he was apologizing but not backing down before he grabbed some wraps and started winding them around sloppily, he had no idea what he was doing but Randy had an idea. He approached Ford, Rand, and the other officer that he wasn’t acquainted with and said, ” Randy, nice to formally meet you. I can’t interrupt if I’m a part of class now can I? Have another spot open?” He asked with a mixture of light sarcasm and genuine interest.

She paused, so Ford could examine her knuckles. She was starting to feel that need to escape brought on by the attention and notice too many people. She nodded to Ford’s comment about the hand wrap. “I’m okay.” Feeling embarrassed and totally missing the by play between Ford and her brother. She finished her last couple combinations.

“Switch,” he called out then, for them to switch who was holding the pad.

COS Ford

George handed the pad to Rand. “Your hand okay?” He asked, balling his fists and waiting for her to signal that she was ready for him to do his reps.

Ens. Anderson

Rand took the pad, “It is, thank you,” and slipped it on, holding it chin high for him, keeping her arm straight but not locked to allow her to absorb some of the impact. Then she nodded to Anderson. That tunnel vision focusing on the pad and holding it steady. But the buzzing had started in her ears.
Yeoman Rand

Yeoman Randy

Anderson nodded slightly and got properly into position. “Pop-pop,” he commented as he threw a jab followed quickly by a cross, bringing his hands up to guard his face while sending punches to the pad. He seemed to be getting the hang of it, slipping back into some practiced work from a long time ago.

Ens. Anderson, Sci/Sec

Rand eyed her brother as he came over. What was he up to? However she’d already been distracted by him once and was not going to get popped in the face because she’d been distracted. Lesson learned, she was not going to repeat that mistake. She kept her attention on Anderson while he went though his combinations. She remembered that Ford had said to keep the hands chest high to protect the main body because the head was more mobile. But she wasn’t the teacher or even felt prepared enough to offer a friend critique. She was sure that if anyone in the class was doing anything wrong Ford would correct them. His power wasn’t too much for her, and she wasn’t sure if he was being polite because she was a woman or because she was smaller than him. “You can hit the pad harder if you want, I think I’ve got the hang of it,” she didn’t want him to miss out on the training because of her.
Yeoman Rand

“Hmm?” George paused for a moment, glancing at his fists. “Oh, suppose I could,” he muttered, squaring up again and giving Rand a sheepish smile. “Guess I drifted off a little. I usually punch a hanging bag and kinda meditate while I’m doing it,” he admitted before starting the reps again, putting significantly more force behind his punches. His hand flew at the pad, jabbing then crossing with impact. He sent two jabs, then a punch. “You ever tried fencing?” he asked, trying to strike up a conversation with the woman while they practiced.

Ens. Anderson


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