Posted April 14, 2021, 11:24 p.m. by Ensign Randal 'Randy' Farquharson (Yeoman Second Rate) (Brian Richards)
Posted by Lieutenant Charles Fordham (Security Chief) in Hand-to-Hand Training
Posted by Ensign Rand Farquharson (Yeoman) in Hand-to-Hand Training
Posted by Ensign George Anderson (Scientist) in Hand-to-Hand Training
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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.
Ford turned to the yeoman, the glare gone. “We’d be glad to have you,” he said, grabbing another pad from the bag. He demonstrated the basic stance to him, how to hold his hands, and the basic jab. “And don’t forget to rotate your hips,” he told him. “It will help add power. Throw some of those in the air - focus on a spot on the far wall as a target point’ - and I’ll come back for you to hit on the pad.”
Randy adjusted his footing and tried his best to match the poses. He had intended to just watch over his sister, rather than take part but if it meant he could learn how to fight it might serve him well! Randy nodded and started throwing punches into the air as his focus changed from watching Ford to making sure his form was correct. He didn’t intend to ‘lose track’ of Rand but he wanted to learn and impress Ford.
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 RandYeoman 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
Rand wasn’t surprised by the extra power and she wasn’t hurt by it, but it certainly would have knocked her flat if he had been hitting her rather than the pad. The change in the pattern threw Rand off just slightly. She’d been prepared for the increased power of the cross when it was another jab instead and then of course got a cross when she expected a jab. It was a good lesson in being prepared for anything. It also served to cease the ringing in her ears and the tunnel vision. Giving her something to focus on other than her social awkwardness. She glanced up at George from her focus on his hands and shook her head no. Couldn’t they just practice? But she didn’t want to be rude either, “Uh, no, I’ve never tried it.”
Ford circled the room making small corrections here and there again. He approached George and Rand and had the science-slash-security officer pause for a moment. “Lower your hands,” he told him, pushing down on the man’s fists. “Keep the upper limit of your fists at shoulder to chin height. You get better drive from your shoulder into the punch that way.”
COS Ford
Rand lowered the pad while Ford spoke to Anderson. She listened filing away the corrections to apply to herself later on, but glanced at Randy out of the corner of her eye. What WAS he up to? When Anderson was ready she held out the pad for him again.
Yeoman RandRandy meanwhile was oblivious to his sister’s glances, focusing on his body position and how he held himself. Randy was going to do well and he would show that.
Randy, Yeoman
George nodded, focusing again and waiting until Rand was paying attention again before continuing his punches. He felt bad, needing so many corrections. But he didn’t get a lot of action as a security officer, and it was only his secondary posting, so he tried not to be too hung up over it.
Ens George Anderson, Sci/Sec
Rand nodded when she had the pad ready and let him start again. Rand didn’t think anything of Ford correcting Anderson. She figured this was something that always had to be practiced and small details corrected and adjusted. When Anderson did his 15 and was ready to switch sides, she also switched the pad to her other hand. She figured it wouldn’t hurt to let both arms get used to holding the pad, just like they switched sides to practice the jab and cross.
Yeoman RandFord called the room to attention again. “Let’s add a little bit of footwork,” he announced. I want the person holding the pad to circle a little. People punching, you’ll have to circle with them to stay lined up for your punches. Change directions every few punches, and it’s little movements, not running,” he said to the holders, and demonstrated the steps he was talking about.
He approached Randy, watching his form and nodding. “Good. Okay, let me show you a cross, now. This is a punch with the rear arm, which crosses the body.” He demonstrated, and showed him how to pivot his hips for added power. “Try that a few times in the air.”
He stepped back to watch, occasionally swinging his eyes over to the others.
COS Ford
Randy watched Ford intently and nodded at the instruction pivoting his hips awkwardly as he tried to punch across his arms across his body and did a few times as he pivoted to watch Rand who was holding the pad. “Looking good sis!” He said with a smile, wanting to see if he could bug her a little while he was learning himself.
Randy, Yeoman
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