Posted Sept. 26, 2020, 11:25 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander Thomas McGregor (COS) (Brandon Irvine)
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=^=Wonderful, I’ll be there in a few minutes=^=. A few minutes later the doors to the holosuite opened and revealed the first officer, he was still in his duty uniform. “Very nice Commander” The Icelander said as he examined the room with interest “I hope I’m not intruding, I think this makes for a good opportunity to see if you can keep up” He turned to face the Security Chief with a wide grin “I had planned to ask you to join me for exercises and training earlier but never gave myself the opportunity”.
XO
“See if I can keep up?” Thomas asked with a quirked eyebrow. He did have about 15 years of youth on the XO. “Well, you’ve got it now, sir. Normally I do cardio, then weight training followed by marksmanship practice. If that’s alright with you, I should be able to double everything with no problem.”
He left open the option for the XO to suggest an alternative program.
COS
Magnus only smiled at his raised eyebrow, this was going to be fun. “Sounds like a plan. And drop the Sir” He said as he removed his jacket and placed it carefully on a nearby bench “We’re off duty and it’s just the two us, please you can call me Magnus” He gave the large man a friendly pat on the shoulder.
XO
“As you say… Magnus,” Thomas replied. “Computer, arch,” he commanded, stepping to the controls and adjusting the program. With a shimmer, the room expanded slightly, and there were now two of each piece of equipment.
Vanishing the arch, he stepped back into the workout room and began his calisthenics routine.
COS
“Good man” Magnus said as he joined the Security chief in his exercises, although his own differed only slightly. In the middle of on sit-up, he turned his head to the Commander “I never did get a chance to personally congratulate you, Lieutenant Commander before thirty, something to write home about”
XO
Thomas let out a small snort in between push-ups. “Father knew about it before I did. I got back to my quarters from the party to see a message from him dated two minutes after the party began.
“‘Thomas. Congratulations on the promotion. Keep up the good work. Commander Conor P. McGregor.’ But dear old Dad’s never been one for sentimentality, especially after Mom died.”
COS
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