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

Posted by Ensign Viyara Nazeen (Scientist) in Gymnasium - Working Out The Kinks
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Hammor smiled and said “Yeah, it should. You’re delivering more force through your fist, so less comes back. It’s not as jarring to you… more so to your target. I’d recommend working on that for a while to get used to it. If you try to throw full force behind it before you are ready, you could make a mistake and that really hurts.” and he laughed. “Trust me. I know it for a fact.” He then nodded once and moved away to go back to the mat; where he began to do slow, meticulous movements that looked to be a combination of dance and some kind of martial art.

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Viyara laughed lightly as well. “True. I’ve made that experience before as well,” she grinned. For a few moments she watched Hammor in silence, trying to figure out what exactly he was practising, but found that she wasn’t able to pinpoint it. Some things looked familiar, while other aspects of his movements looked rather foreign. Shaking her head slightly, she returned her focus towards the punching bag and practised the movements he had shown her for several moments. With each punch she felt more certain and more comfortable. So much so that she eventually started to vary and even mix in a few kicks here and there. It felt incredible to let go of all the thoughts and especially emotions that had been building up inside of her since her arrival on this ship. Yet with as much force as she was putting behind each punch and kick, it wasn’t too long before she felt her arms and legs starting to tremble. With a sigh she dropped her arms once more and then moved over towards the mat where Hammor was practising. “What are you doing?” she asked curiously while stretching her arms and legs some.

~Ensign Nazeen, Scientist

Hammor exhaled slowly as he turned at the waist and pushed his hands, palms first, forward… as if pushing an invisible wall. “Tai chi… old Earth practice… helps me meditate… focus and release tension…” and he moved through another movement before coming back to stand normally. He looked down at Nazeen and said “If you’d like, I can show you some things. It makes for a good cool down, at least.”

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“Sure,” Viyara replied enthusiastically and moved onto the mat as well. “I know it’s a silly prejudice, but you didn’t strike me as someone who’d meditate,” she mused, looking at him with a slightly tilted head. “Why do you? I never understood the appeal it seems to have on so many people,” she continued, her expression now a little sceptical. She usually tried to get out of her own head and mediation - to her - seemed to be complete opposite of that. Yet she found herself will to have her mind changed and to give this a fair try.

~Ensign Nazeen, Scientist

As she spoke, the Ops Chief unzipped and took off his hoodie. Underneath was the tanktop that left his massively muscled shoulders and arms bare. Those were covered in scars, brands, and burn marks. The marks of years of extreme violence and, to those who understood such things, the marks of ownership and oppression.

Hammor looked at her in the mirror and said “Not a silly prejudice at all. Most people don’t take me for an Engineer or logistics specialist, either.” and he smiled and gave her a wink. “So as to why? Meditation is way to move out of yourself. To let go of everything and simply allow yourself to exist for a time. To drop a lot of the baggage we all carry with us and take a moment to catch our breath. Now…” and he moved to the base starting form. “This is slow movements, methodical… everything with purpose, ok? So just follow me, copy my movements. Pay attention to your breathing, and try to only do it through your nose. Ok, we’ll start slow…” and he waited for her to match his stance and then he began moving.

The routine was basic, slow, and very fluid. Hammor spoke little, only reminding her to breathe or to slow down. “Now tense your shoulders… and release.” he would say softly, exchanging parts of the body to reflect what they were working through. After about ten minutes, he came to a rest and looked at her in the mirror again.

“Well done.” and he smiled at her, his teeth brilliant white against the dark green of his lips.

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