Posted by Lieutenant Helena Laursen (Helm/Nagivation Officer) in 0400 Exercise with the MACOs

Posted by Mar. Captain Wulf Baumann (MACO CO) in 0400 Exercise with the MACOs

Posted by Lieutenant Helena Laursen (Helm/Nagivation Officer) in 0400 Exercise with the MACOs
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Helena arrived to the gym just a few minutes before 0400. Assessment and then MACO style training. After the last few days and her recurring fatigue and weakness, Helena thought she might have finally lost her mind. She would know for sure after today. She guzzler half a water bottle and stuck it in her bag as she walked through the gym door.

Laursen

Sergeant Kristensen was already there, but just barely. She was seated on a bench and was stretching her arms. She looked up and jerked her chin up once sharply in the universal greeting of ‘ ‘Sup?’ She stood up and said “Morrning, Lieutenant. Five minute warm up, then we will begin.” She pulled off the long sleeve sweatshirt she was wearing to reveal a sports tank. Her arms were massive, and her chest and shoulders appeared to be more at home on a professional athlete than a combat specialist.

MACO

Helena nodded back, “Good morning, Sargent.”
The woman was built Helena would admit. Exercise and training didn’t bother her, but sparing…she was goingbto have to work extra for that. Helena set her bag down and set on the floor and began stretching. When she was done she nodded to Kristen’s. “Whenever you are ready.”

Laursen

The Sergeant pointed to a treadmill and said “2 kilometers. Fast as you can. Go.” and she got the treadmill next to Laursen and began to run, slowly building up speed until she was at a three-quarters speed sprint.

MACO

Helena used for run that in 15 minutes. Now on a good day she still could, but she had to really push for it, and wasn’t good for much after. Today she made it in 20. That wasn’t pacing herself that was all out run. It wasn’t a lack of form, technique, or knowing how to breathe. Kristensen could see the muscles twitch and try to falter, but Helena kept going.

Laursen

When they were done running and had worked up a solid sweat, Kristensen pulled out a bunch of floor mats and laid them out. She looked at Laursen and said “Ok… come over here.” She waited till the pilot had stepped on the mat and then she said “Alright… knock me down.”

MACO

Helena stepped onto the mat and looked at Kristensen. Well that was goingbto be interesting. Helena doubted she could use out right strength. Helena rushed her and at the last second, dropped to the side and aimed to take out the back of her knee, and then the opposite thigh if the MACO actually went down.

Laursen

Hitting her legs was akin to slamming into giant Redwoods. They didn’t give, and they certainly didn’t buckle. What did happen was a giant hand shooting down and grabbing Laursen’s ankle and her being swung and unceremoniously tossed to the ground. Kristensen didn’t smirk or gloat or tease, however… she simply said “Get up. Try again. This time, think about gravity and where people are most unbalanced.”

MACO

Helena rolled back ro her feet. Their instructor at the Academy had talked a lot about how to unbalance people with grabs, holds, distraction, but Helena had never been required to take advanced classes. He had talked about how people were unbalanced when shifting their weight because they weren’t rooted in place. Most people carried their center near their stomach which was wrong. Center of gravity was naturally lower. A strike to the solar plexus was a delicate target. The other was the head. Or something like that. It had been a long time since Helena took thos classes. She seriously doubted Kristensen didn’t know where her actual center of gravity was, but alright. Helena went at her again, aiming to put momentum behind her and catch her in the upper abdomen. Helena thought it probably looked a lot like a rag doll trying to move a Redwood tree. At the last minute she realized there had to be a better way than trying to use speed and weight, but d@mn if she knew what it was.

Laursen

Kristensen didn’t move, not even when Helena’s shoulder hit her in the stomach. For Helena, it was like… ramming your shoulder into an exercise mat… wrapped around a large metal pole set in concrete. Hands once again grabbed her, this time about her waist, and she was lifted up and thrown, albeit somewhat gently, to the ground. “Again. And this time, get angry. Get out of your head. Get into the fight!” Kristensen said.

MACO