Posted by Mar. Captain Wulf Baumann (MACO CO) in side - sim: Stronger Every Day

Posted by Lieutenant Helena Laursen (Helm/Nagivation Officer) in side - sim: Stronger Every Day

Posted by Mar. Captain Wulf Baumann (MACO CO) in side - sim: Stronger Every Day
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Helena hurt. It wasn’t just muscle soreness or fatigue. It was a burning pain, at times like stabbing. The compression clothing helped, mostly. But all she wanted to do was lay in her bunk.

On duty all she had to do was sit in the pilot’s seat and watch her display. Which was fine until she had to get up at the end of her shift. She knew sitting doing nothing would only make it worse. She could also report to sickbay for something to help. That would only mask the problem. So she found herself in the gym, with the weights and resistance bands. The lasting damage of that cursed alien virus might force her into an early medical retirement one day, but it would not be today.

Laursen

The door opened and the big German MACO CO walked in the door. He carried a large black bag in one hand,and he was dressed in sweatpants and a sleeveless white t-shirt. Seeing the helm officer already exercising, he said “Ah. Good morning. I hope I won’t disturb you?” he asked as he moved to the far side of the room and began moving the exercise mats and stacking them against the wall.

Baumann, MACO CO

Helena was sitting on the floor using the resistance bands to increase the tension on her stretches. She looked up as the door opened. “No not at all. What is that saying, misery loves company?” She laughed. She recognized him as the MACO CO even though they hadn’t met yet. “Baumann, right?” She glanced at a paper sitting on the floor next to her and then switched the band out for a different colored one and changed position.

Laursen, pilot

He nodded as he set the last mat aside and bent over the bag, unzipping it. “Yes. Captain Wulf Baumann, MACO commander.” He pulled out an odd black contraption of mechanical parts and set it up right on the deck. “And you are the helm officer, yes? Lieutenant Laursen? A pleasure to make your acquaintance.” He kicked down three ‘legs’ and the contraption stood up by itself on a tripod configuration. He then looked at Laursen and smiled. “I tried to familiarize myself with the crew before my team and I were picked up.”

Baumann, MACO

“Glad to meet you, Cpt. Call me Helena, unless it needs to be formal.” Helena wrapped the band around her hands, increasing the difficulty, took a deep breath and as she let it out she flexed further into the stretch. “I can say I was surprised to hear we were getting a MACO team to join us, but I for one and happy to have you all on board.”

Laursen, Pilot

“That is appreciated, Helena. Please call me Wulf.” His accent was strong, but his words easy to understand. He pulled down a single arm with a robust clamp at the end. The arm was connected to a series of servos, shocks, and hydraulic pistons. In the center was a black rectangular box with a series of lights on the face. Wulf pressed the bottom of the box and the lights slowly lit in sequence from top to bottom. Then the arm began to move through a series of surprisingly inticate movements before coming to a stop.

Baumann reached back into the bag and pulled out, of all things, two sheathed swords. Sabres, to be specific. The first he unsheathed and he peered down the blade, edge up. He then set the grip in the clamp on the arm and tightened it down. He then began a series of stretches and warm up exercises.

Baumann, MACO CO

Helena eyed the machine with curiosity and then her eyes widened when he mounted one of a pair of swords into it. Someone trained or even preferring more traditional weapons wasn’t really a new concept to Helena. She’d met all kinds during her service, but she’d never seen anything like that. She was curious to see the MACO CO use it. Then her leg twinged painfully and she reminded herself to pay attention to what she was doing. She hadn’t even gotten started yet. She was still stretching.

It was a fine line between stretching past the pain and making her muscles remember how they should work and pushing too hard and causing damage. She stretched every single muscle group. It was a careful and lengthy process, especially when her muscles didn’t want to stretch as far as she knew they could.

Laursen, pilot