Posted by Fleet Captain Ghubari Koraia (Captain) in Gym- Reflective States

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Séan Iven (CNS) in Gym- Reflective States

Posted by Fleet Captain Ghubari Koraia (Captain) in Gym- Reflective States
Bam!

The bag swung hard away from her and she side stepped as it swung back. Spinning her body with her left leg leading, her shoed toes collided with the began it began to swing back.

It spun.

She watched it as if it were a small curiosity to be studied. The empath’s emotions locked down tight and her face expressionless as her heart rate increased from the exertion. It felt good to release some of the tension, though it was only some. The rest hidden beneath a mask she wasn’t ready to take down. Not yet. Not today.

The spin slowed as it swung and she side kicked, sending it swinging wide despite its weight. The pips she normally wore on her collar should indicate where her priorities lay, and they did, but her instincts finely honed in her previous years as a security officer ready to fight were with her always. Black shorts and a black t-shirt hugged her lean body and well defined muscles, while her short mass of soft tight black curls were partially hidden beneath a black head scarf.

As she watched the bag to plot her next move, her pale amber eyes were on high alert for the motion around her. One did not sneak up on Koraia. She’d have to be comatose or so out of it her empathy couldn’t register the presence of another person. It was highly unlikely.

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A tall man with brown hair and red highlights entered the gym, gave it a quick look, noted the person over at the sand bag, and not knowing them or wanting to be a nuisance to them, he moved to an empty padded floor spot. He faced towards what he approximated to be the east wall, took a deep breath, settled into a stance and began a set of slow motions. His movements were measured as they varied from one moment to the next. Despite the slow speed his movements were being performed, a sheen of perspiration began to gather on his forehead. It was a good thing he was wearing breathable clothing, the sleeveless shirt and shorts also providing great range of motion. With a satisfied hum after a good warm up, Séan’s movements increased in speed and strength.

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Ghubari noted the arrival and took in many details about him even though it was likely that she seemed to ignore him.

The kick bag went flying again.

Despite her workout and clearly taking out controlled aggression on the bag, she had not yet broken into a sweat. “Your form is pretty good,” she commented idly to the man also on the mat.

Fl. Captain Koraia, CO

Séan slowed his movements enough to gracefully reorient towards the voice he heard. “Thank you. My teacher would find something to criticize but he’d been mostly happy with my progress.” A small flash of sadness came and left his face quickly. He settled back into his motions and re-centered himself.

“Your use of power and balance is impressive.” He complimented back. Perhaps he’d go hit a bag after his routine finished.

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