Posted by Lieutenant Daggum Hammor (Chief Operations Officer) in Side Sim - Holodeck - Relaxation? More Like Letting Off Steam (Open to anyone)

Posted by Lieutenant Priscilla Simms (Chief Science Officer) in Side Sim - Holodeck - Relaxation? More Like Letting Off Steam (Open to anyone)

Posted by Lieutenant Daggum Hammor (Chief Operations Officer) in Side Sim - Holodeck - Relaxation? More Like Letting Off Steam (Open to anyone)

OOC: The part of the bronze clad warrior is copied and pasted from posts of a past member. This was a thread we had done ages ago, and I welcome anyone else who wishes to take part.

It was early in the morning as the big Ops Chief strode through the passageways. Daggum was dressed in simple long sleeved black sweat shirt and sweat pants, and carried a large, even for him, black duffel bag. Arriving at the holodeck, he tapped the console and said =^=Computer Program Balian, Daily Bravo=^=

The computer trilled it’s compliance, and the door slid open, revealing a beautiful stretch of white sand, and glimmering azure waters, in the distance rose hills, and off to the left were the Ruins of some sort of Ancient building.

Hammor nodded in appreciation and bent over and wordlessly opened the bag by his feet. From inside he retrieved an assortment of odd weaponry and a tangled mass of leather and metal plates. Laying the weapons on the ground, he placed a short spear with a long, fine chain attached to the hilt; a curved knife made of some kind of stone joined in next in line, and then a wicked looking metal hammer. Lastly, he pulled out a round rock that was discolored in places. Oblong impressions worn into the sphere looked like they would fit a large hand. This Hammor set almost reverently last in line. Standing up, he shook out the mass of leather straps and laid them out on the sand. Stripping off his sweats, he a mass of tattoos, brands, and scars all over his torso and limbs was revealed. He lifted the straps over his head and began fastening them in a well-practiced routine. In a matter of moments he was dressed in leather straps with metal plates covering most of his vital areas of his chest, arms and legs. The straps themselves were stained dark and seemed well used. Anyone with a knowledge of the darker side of the cultures of the Alpha quadrant would recognize the gladiatorial gear the large Orion was wearing; designed to keep the wearer alive (if they were good), but allowing for blood to flow. Lastly, he retrieved a silvery-gray metal helmet with a full face plate. He set it under his arm, fastened all the weapons to various hooks and ties on the armor, hefted the stone in one hand, and looked out to sea and nodded.

“For you, Captain.” he said softly.

Hammor, Ops Chief

Priscilla couldn’t sleep. She’s dozed off and on and finally chosen to just get up.

Halfway down the corridor it occurred to her to use the holo deck to perhaps stroll a more peaceful setting. Oddly enough, the first one she came to was occupied. Since the settings weren’t private, she glanced at the screen and saw the new OPs Chief strapping himself into a harness. She was fascinated by the marks covering his body and soon found herself immensely curious what his plans were for such an archaic outfit and mismatched set of implements at his feet.

No longer restless to wander, she found herself immersed in what would come next from the man she was more than a touch curious about.

Priscilla
CSO

A moment later, a figure appeared next to Hammor. He was dressed in bronze scaled leather greaves and battle sandals. Those were paired with a flared skirt made of strips of leather with bronze medallions sewn into them. The helmet he carried in his left hand was black leather with a black stiffened plume. His chest and back where covered with stiffened leather that was inlaid with bronze as well. Arms were covered from the backs of the hands to just below the elbow. The shield and weapons he carried matched the set that sat behind his desk in his ready room. They were more modern in material, and looked new.

“Chops I may have to start calling you Maximus, or Spartacus, Spartacus, we already have a Max.” and he laughed. Turning from the water towards the man said “Shall we defeat an army, or each other?”

Hammor, Ops