Working things out

Posted on Friday, 30 October 2020 - 3:14pm by Lieutenant Alex Kingsley

Mission: Operation: Ouroboros
Location: Gym
Timeline: MD1 0900hrs

With one final combination of punches and a high kick, Lieutenant Kingsley stepped back. Watching in silence as the punch bag swung wildly before coming to a gradual stop. Ripping off the gloves she wore to protect her hands, she knelt on the mat and watched, breathing hard as she found herself thinking of Yolen.

They had met, right here.

The Denobulan volunteering to help her with her workout despite the well advertised risk to his teeth. A sad smile played at her lips. While they had not spent as much time together lately, perhaps because he sensed that Soral was not entirely thrilled at the not so subtle flirting he employed, she missed him. He had always been harmless enough and he got that when it came to anything romantic, it was just never going to happen. Not after she and Soral became a couple. And probably not before then either.

Still, he was a good friend. And she knew it was him who sneaked a bar of chocolate into her office everyday. Because, well, she was a scientist and she had ways of finding stuff like that out.

It seemed so unfair. He should have grown old, had a hundred kids and finally found his special someone.

Standing, she rolled her shoulders and strapped her hands back up. Her muscles were tired but she needed to vent. This way she worked through some of her anger, burned off calories from all the chocolate and she stayed away from the reports she had been trying to avoid. While technically no longer first officer, she still felt responsible for the paperwork she had ignored. No, ignored was the wrong word. It was a crisis. And in a crisis, signing reports just was not that important.

Something Grol would never agree with.

The thought of Grol brought on a combo of punches to his imaginary face. If he had kept quiet, Severine would never have known how bad the situation was. She could have had some comfort in her ignorance. But no, he had to just walk in and blurt out a worst case scenario.

Reaching up she grabbed the bag, stilling it as she realised this just wasn't enough. Heading to the back corner she stepped inside the ring, taking a deep breath before she initiated the holographic training programme, her opponent materialising just two feet away. "Level eight," she added after a moment of consideration.

Sure she might be black and blue by dinner, but she also knew she needed this.


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