Posted by Ensign Coryn Vinoda (Security) in Holosuite - Deck 7 (Tag Fin)

Posted by Lieutenant Fihnrilkk’Hob”ledn-ardol (Fin) (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Holosuite - Deck 7 (Tag Fin)

Posted by Ensign Coryn Vinoda (Security) in Holosuite - Deck 7 (Tag Fin)
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Coryn had always been astounded by the marvels of holographic technology, but his exposure to it had been limited especially during his frontline deployments. Working on such a small ship with its own holosuite was quite the luxury for the security officer. He’d placed a written request shortly after boarding for a regular time in the suite. While the ship had a gym, it like the rest of the ship felt too sanitary… so Coryn preferred to bring his own… and seeing as this was a gym simulation he didn’t bother locking the suite thinking there might be others who might enjoy such an environment for one reason or another.

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From the main portion of the gym, it was possible to see a gazebo several meters away. It was storming, rain lashing and lightning flashing. Beneath the gazebo was the lone security officer circling the heavy bag. The man bobbed and weaved his way around the bag, moving his head to avoid the phantom strikes of an unseen opponent before snapping off two and three punch combinations. He had long since lost track of time as he settled into his rhythm. His silent fight had thus far gone uninterrupted, the weather serving as an a barrier to the simulations various training characters.

Vinoda Sec

Since the ship was so much smaller than she was used to, Fin found her usual ability to run the corridors for a cardio workout to be frustrating. Working out was physically and mentally necessary for her to keep everything stressful under control. Dressed in a white tank top and navy blue shorts, she paused and leaned against the bulkhead as two of the crew passed her. A string of her native language left her mouth. It was evident to the passers by that she was not pleased about something.

She gave them an ingenuine smile and nod as they hurried out of her way. There has got to be a better way of getting my exercise in. Instead of calming me like usual, I am growing more frustrated with every passing minute. But what to do?

=/\=Computer, is the holodeck in use right now?=/\=

=/\=Affirmative. An exercise program is currently running.=/\=

Well, that was good luck. Perhaps she could get whoever was there to let her join them? =/\=Computer, is the program locked?=/\=

Once again the voice answered. =/\=The program is not locked. The entrance has been left open.=/\=

“Thank you.” Fin said to the AI even though it wasn’t necessary. It only took a minute or two to travel to deck 7. With curiosity and a dash of hopefulness, she activated the door and walked in to the holodeck. Cool rain immediately soaked her, but it felt wonderful so she stood her ground to see who was there.

One side of Fin’s mouth rose in a smile as she spotted the newbie who’d brought her coffee. He was quite a sight, sweaty, with his hair mussed and muscles prominent from his workout.

Coryn circled the heavy bag, snapping off combinations in what appeared to be a rhythmic pattern… though closer observation would notice the way he changed levels and launch points while moving his own head for protection. He caught a glimpse of white from the corner of his eye that alerted him to the fact that he was no longer alone. He circled the bag another couple times firing off combos anyway.

Walking over toward the gazebo, in no hurry, she watched him, appreciating the grace and purpose of each movement. A sudden flash of lightning illuminated her for a second or two. “Hey there.”

—Fin, CIO

Unconsciously, Coryn’s eyes surveyed the woman who’d joined him. It was Fin, the intel officer from the mess hall, and her wet clothing clinging to her frame and revealing her lavender sports bra only served to build on the initial attraction he’d felt. “Hi.” He responded before having to make a concerted effort to redirect his attention to her eyes. “Come on in out of the rain. Would you like a towel?” He offered.

Vinoda Sec

She stepped up into the gazebo, her hand out. “Sure, a towel would be nice.”

Coryn moved to a nearby bench and pulled a towel from his bag and tossed it to Fin. He then pulled a second towel from the bag which he threw over his left shoulder. He took a long pull from the water bottle next to his bag before moving back into close proximity to the woman. A step or two closer than he had been previously.

As she dried the excess water from her hair, Fin had a closer look at her surroundings. “This kind of set up is a little unusual nowadays. Very old school.” Her long life had exposed her to many things. “Most people tend to use up to date equipment.” She ran a hand down the heavy bag, getting a feel for what it was made of and its weight.

A smirk spread across Coryn’s face as she described the antiquated set up. She was of course accurate, most boxing gyms now operated with either holographic sparring opponents and trainers and sensors to track force output and combo timing… Coryn hated those places.

“I’m not sure I’ve ever seen anyone beat up a…a…bag before.” She had no idea what boxing was, however, she had seen and participated in many fist fights so she recognized the idea of what he was doing.

—Fin, CIO

“Those fancy set ups just aren’t for me.” He said sincerely, his tone light. “I feel like it’s very easy to lose sight of the forest through the trees… all of the data, bells, and whistles… takes away from the very human element that makes the sport beautiful.” He moved to the opposite side of the bag where he could see her face. “It’s all about the ebb and flow, there is a rhythm to it… like a violent dance… two bodies working with and against one another… it can be wonderous when done right.”

His phrasing piqued her interest. “A violent dance…sounds intriguing…” Her smile held an invitation, but for what?

With one hand, he gently swung the bag in Fin’s direction. He wanted to see how well she moved. “Besides, a lot of people tend to forget that the biggest opponent they face isn’t the one standing across the ring from them… it’s the one living between their ears.”
Vinoda Sec

As the bag swung her way, she made a fist and hit it at half power. In that instant, she noticed how it felt against her knuckles and the power of the impact as it traveled up her arm. When it swung away and back, Fin hit it at three quarter power, letting her mind take in the difference so she could adjust accordingly. By the time it came back in her direction, she’d changed her stance—one foot several inches behind the other and set wide. Her weight was slightly more on the forward foot and mostly on her toes so she could move quickly.

After several blows, she understood what Vinoda was talking about. This was fighting. The weight of the bag resembled what you would feel if you hit a live body. But it wasn’t punching back and didn’t have any bones for you to break your hands or fingers on.

—Fin, CIO