Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Kastarak (Doctor / Counsellor) in Calisthenics in the gym

Posted by Captain Chris Taggart (Captain) in Calisthenics in the gym

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Kastarak (Doctor / Counsellor) in Calisthenics in the gym
Posted by… suppressed (2) by the Post Ghost! 👻
Kastarak went to the gym for another workout. Dressed in standard Starfleet exercise gear, a blue t-shirt with CHRNV in white lettering on his chest (he always wondered why the vowels were gone…), and black trousers He wore no shoes. He picked this time, 2 in the morning, knowing that most people would be asleep, and he’d have a chance of perhaps being alone in the gym. He preferred the emptiness and quietness of the gym when he was there. It was odourless, quiet, and he found the serenity needed to concentrate on his movements. Today, he had a body-weight programme to do with push and pull exercises, as well as a variation of isometric and isotonic contraction exercises. As he was rather strong, it was less of building strength today (if so, he would have adjusted the gravity plates), but rather, building endurance.

After an hour of these exercises, he decided to move on to the pair of rings. Hanging in them, one hand in each ring, he lifted himself up, so that his arms were at ninety degrees from his body. Kastarak looked as a cross. Staying in this position, he began meditating, with the goal of pushing through the build-up of lactic acid.

Would his meditation be disturbed?

OOC: Oh yes it would be!

OOC: hehe! great post!

– Lt jg Kastarak (physician)

Chris came in wearing sweat pants and no shirt. All the scars were visible on his lean but muscular build. The scars were many and covered his good arm, back and chest. Some were burns, lacerations and surgeries. His bionic arm had some scuff marks on them, considering what his arm was made of, that was impressive. But Kastarak and the doctors are the only ones to have seen this before. He was a well honed battle captain and took his job seriously.

While Kastarak in some way was aware that someone entered the room, he decided that he’d keep meditating, with his eyes closed, focusing instead his energy on powering through the lactic acid and controlling his breathing and thoughts. It was, somewhat ironically, deeply relaxing.

He was listening to Guns n Roses, ‘Sweet Child of Mine’ with his headphones,when he noticed Kastarak just hanging in mid air like the fabled Messiah. It was an impressive sight since Chris had been watching him for nearly 10 minutes. He knew Vulcans were strong and he knew Kastarak was stronger then most Vulcans, but this, this was something entirely different and mind-blowingly awesome. Chris watched and hovered near him to catch him if he fell.

So it was strange to Kastarak that someone was there, rather quiet. That other person did not seem to work out, and Kastarak could only make out faint sounds. The person’s breaths, a hint of muffled music Kastarak did not recognize. Kastarak decided to view this distraction as a challenge. It made his meditation harder, but it was welcoming. He needed the challenge.

But after a while, Kastarak heard how the other person walked to the decide, picking up dumbbells and started working out. This person’s breathing started going quicker, and there was a build-up of human odour in the air. It smelled like the captain.

Kastarak instinctively opened his eyes, he needed to see if it was the captain.

And it was. Kastarak quietly lowered himself. It must have looked rather elegant to the captain – Kastarak’s arms straight, but going from 90 degrees to 0 degrees in about twenty seconds’ time.

Once on the floor, Kastarak stood at attention.

Once Kastarak was done and he noticed Chris nearby doing some reps with the dumbbells the captain spoke in a soft even tone with a hint of exhaustion from working out. “You know Kastarak. That’s not very logical to do when no one’s around to help you”. Smiling and putting the weights down. “But it was very impressive.”

Captain Chris Taggart CO

“Sir, I apologise, I did not know it was you who had come until you started with the dumbbells. Thank you for your concern and your compliment, but neither are necessary. I do not require help, but it is still not impressive: I need more training into this until my movements can be considered mastered.”

OOC: your rank is back to being captain now?
OOC: It was self imposed and since you can be the “captain” of a ship at any rank, as long as your in command of that ship, I would still be called captain and. I thought I was confusing people with it. I’m still a Commander per the ship but it was suggested that I put it back up to Captain for recruiting purposes.

– Lt jg Kastarak (physician)

Chris raked his fingers back through his thick, Raven Black hair and sighed. “Well. I guess it is the human in me to think that it was impressive buddy. But it still was.” He winked.

Moving over to the bench press he put on 200 pounds worth of weights and got down on the bench and adjusted himself before starting to lift. While lifting he spoke to Kastarak with some labored breathing. “You see. I wouldn’t do the weights that I normally do in order to build muscle mass because no one is here to support me and I could die if the weights fell on me. So I’m regulated to maintaining my current body strength with weights that I can do many reps with and still be able to get off me when I’m by myself. It’s just called safety Kastarak. You know I worry about the crew.”

He did 5 reps of 8 with the 200 pounds and then put it back in it’s holding place and got up to take a break until he wouldn’t be dizzy. Getting up and taking the weights off and replacing it with 100 pounds and got back into position on the bench. “I’m getting tired so could you please spot me? I’m going to stop at 4 reps of 8 this time.”

Captain Chris Taggart CO

Kastarak wasn’t sure what “spotting” in this sense meant, but he figured it out quickly by reading into the situation and Taggart’s body language. There was a similar term in Vulcan martial arts. Kastarak moved toward the bench press and stood there, ready to help the captain if needed.

“I am protecting you, sir,” he said, not understanding how dramatic his sentence was. “I have a medical tricorder close by, too, if we should need to scan you.”

As a physician, Kastarak was impressed with how well Taggart took care of his body. He did not have to worry about that (not that Vulcans worried… but still). Judging by the physical condition, as much as Kastarak could see, the captain’s health was impeccable. He remembered the experimental surgery he had performed on the captain on the Romulan ship – how wrong it could have gone. As such, it was indeed agreeable to see the captain in good health, and so strong still.

– Lt jg Kastarak (physician)

“Yes. You are protecting me in a way.”. He said as he got from under the bar and sat up while he waited for the blood to settle back in his body and the dizziness to go away. Once that was done he began again right after he wiped sweat from his eye. “Standing there,”. He said while he gestured to where Kastarak was behind the bench in the spotting position. “You were protecting me. It is no less different than being on the bridge, on an away mission with me, or in surgery. You were protecting me from the possiblity of those weights slipping from my hand and either crushing my chest, windpipe or more. And you’ve taken up the task of spotting me with no less commitment as you do when your in surgery trying to save someone’s life. That’s dedication to ones work ethic and speaks volumes about that beings character. It may be mostly standard to do those things as a Vulcan but it’s rare in humans. And you Kastarak are a rare Vulcan.”

“I’m not talking about the number of your species left. I’m talking about your character. I’ve been with Vulcans my whole life and you know that and even before that terrible tragedy. Most Vulcans, especially the ones in high rank or the very few that were on ships with us, were very pompous and arrogant a$$holes. They believed that they were better than us, more superior and better in control. Which they right a few times, but they judged us humans as a whole and not individually. You’” He put a finger to Kastaraks chest, “You Kastarak, looked at us all as individuals and took it from there and helped us accordingly to our strengths and weaknesses. From the gate you were like that and it’s not because you’re a doctor. You had that sense of duty, pride, and compassion from an early age.”

Chris looked around at the sweat dripping from him and Kastarak and waved a hand dismissively. “I don’t remember where I was going with all that but felt it should have been said regardless. “So. What do you need for me to spot for you?”

Captain Chris Taggart CO