Posted by Lieutenant Commander Daggum Hammor (Chief Operations Officer) in Gymnasium - Working Out The Kinks

Posted by Ensign Viyara Nazeen (Scientist) in Gymnasium - Working Out The Kinks

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Daggum Hammor (Chief Operations Officer) in Gymnasium - Working Out The Kinks
It had been a long few days and Daggum needed a break. Something that could be done with little mental investment and that could maybe help him sleep that night. The gym was clear at the moment, most of the crew having gone on leave or made their way to the station and it’s amenities. So, pulling a pair of black sweat pants over dark blue shorts and sporting a dark grey tank-top under a matching black hoodie, Daggum made his way to the ship’s gym.

It was dark when he walked in and the lights came on as he crossed the threshold. No one there, and he smiled. Dropping his bag next to the large blue mat on the floor near the weights, he started to stretch and warm up.

Hammor, Ops

It was only moments later that the doors to the gym opened again and if the expression on the woman’s face was any indication, they didn’t open quite fast enough for her liking. For once her dark purple hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail to keep the strands out of the way that usually fell into her eyes. She was dressed in a very pair of very short pants and her top was barely more than a sports bra. For some reason, she seemed to be wearing some sort of fingerless gloves. With her cheeks slightly flushed, it seemed that she had already run here and she only came to full stop when her heterochromatic eyes landed on Hammor. “I didn’t expect to run into anyone else in the gym at this time of day,” she said without so much as a greeting. Without waiting for a reply she made her way towards one of the punching bags at a light jog. The moment she had positioned herself correctly, she started to hit the bag. From her footwork, the way she moved her body and everything, it would probably be obvious fairly quickly that she was not a novice to this.

~Ensign Nazeen, Scientist

Hammor continued to stretch, but he watched her reflection in the mirror in a way he hoped wasn’t obvious. From the way she was going at the bag, she was either thinking about something or the bag had said something about her mother. He stretched out his arms and back, then moved to his legs. For a figure as large and muscular as the Orion was, he was also surprisingly limber and flexible.

Hammor watched for a few minutes and then, nonchalantly, said “You’re good. I’m not one to critique a stranger, but if you slide your right heel back about ten centimeters, you’ll get a decent amount more power out of your left.” One of the few advantages to growing up as Hammor had… you knew how to fight really well.

Hammor, Ops

Stopping for a moment, Viyara twisted her head to look at Hammor before turning her attention back towards the punching back. She took a moment to adjust her position according to his suggestion and then looked at him once more. “Like this?” she asked while bunching a little, testing how the shift of her foot and weight felt. While it felt different, she also noticed right away that this small adjustment felt good and … right. Not to mention that she liked the idea of more power. At least when it came to this. Here she was fully in control and at the same time could let go. If she ever asked a counsellor they would probably also tell her that this was a much better coping mechanism than some of the other things she tended to do.

~Ensign Nazeen, Scientist