Peter left the 12 Forward lounge feeling decidedly amused, that Klingon First Officer was certainly a paranoid individual, an attribute Peter would normally applaud but he felt it decisively unnecessary now, Starfleet Intelligence wouldn’t really need to learn about this strange alien before they’d have a chance to learn more and he couldn’t learn more until they’d start talks so why not use this time to enjoy yourself.

He moved across the hallways and a short turbo lift trip returning in front of the holodeck. He saw that it was occupied, curiously he checked the occupancy record and for a moment he frowned at the name, Darz again. He quickly lost his train of thought and turned to the nearby holosuite and entered the program he had in mind. After a moment the panel beeped letting him know the program was ready.

He entered a gym, more precisely it was the Starfleet Gym in San Fransisco. He walked across the familiar halls, whenever he was on Earth this was his preferred exercise yard. They had some of the most diverse equipment from gravity weights to actual metal weighted plates, several different forms of swimming faculties, and anti-gravity rooms. He walked over to the nearest weight lifting station and examined them thoughtfully, he finally decided what to do and began stretching to prepare the muscles he would work on today. Exercise was, in his humble opinion, one of the greatest ways of self-fulfillment and satisfaction there existed in the world.

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