Later the same day of Siarram’s meeting with the Captain, he was in the gym on the work out mats, with one of Security’s target dummies. Martial arts was a great way to blow off steam, which was, frequently necessary for him. The mix of Andorian and Vulcan made for explosive emotions that needed responsible management. Martial arts was how Siarram chose to deal with the more explosive emotions, which was exactly what he was dealing with now. A robot… it was offensive on behalf of his Vulcan family, and though the Captain had said it ‘to see who he was’ it was not a good enough answer for Siarram. True to his Andorian nature, there was a grudge to be had, furthered by the insinuation that if he hadn’t been angered by the ‘robot’ comment, he’d have been a ‘spineless yes man’. Who did the Captain think he was?

A few punches later, and he was feeling much calmer, more level headed. He’d already been here about twenty minutes. When he was finished, he’d cap it off with a round of meditation. Cool off, then level himself out. It was the way he practiced, to keep things manageable. He paused for a break, sitting down and taking a drink out of his water.

~ Lt Ch’thaanaq, CE