Lt. JG Natasha Cole - From Mat to Mission

[Natasha Schell]

((Gymnasium - USS Artemis))

Ensign Braga had agreed to spar with her, which was generous of him considering she had made a point of telling him she still owed him a hit. He had apparently decided to be a good sport about it or a reckless one.

Natasha rolled her shoulders once, sweat already cooling at the back of her neck as they circled each other on the mat. Whatever else could be said about the last stretch of missions, it had left her with a restless kind of energy that refused to sit quietly.

Braga: Ready?

Cole: ::mischievous smirk:: Oh yeah.

Braga: ::concerned:: … Ok.

He came in a little too open on the next pass.

That was all she needed.

Natasha pivoted, drove a clean strike into his side, and followed it with just enough force to make the point without making Sickbay anybody’s next stop.

Cole: ::with a quick, satisfied grin:: There. I feel much better now.

Braga: ::wheezing, catching breath:: … good, I think I might cough up a lung.

She took a step back, breathing a little harder now, and lifted her hands again as if to signal she was ready for another round.

Her combadge chirped before she could tease him.

Storm: =/\= Storm to Cole =/\=

Natasha lowered her hands and tapped her badge, still catching her breath.

Cole: =/\= Cole here. What’s going on? =/\=

Storm: =/\= Are you still up for going with me to find my daughter?  I have a lead on her and … Kona.=/\=

Cole: =/\= Yes. Absolutely. =/\=

Storm:  =/\= Okay, good.  Can you meet me in my quarters?  Bring a change or two of clothes.  We may be gone a couple of days. =/\=

Natasha glanced toward Braga, then over at where she’d left her bag.

Cole: =/\= On my way. =/\=

She tapped the badge off and looked back to Braga.

Cole: Looks like I owe you a rain check on round two.

Braga didn’t say anything and only offered a thumbs up while he was still a bit hunched over.

Cole: ::already moving for her things:: Thanks for the workout, we’re even.

((Storm’s Quarters, Deck 4, USS Artemis))

Natasha had stopped by her quarters to swap out her work out gear and grabbed three sets of clothes, better to be over prepared than under. She rang the door chime to Alex’s quarters.

Storm: Response.

Natasha entered Alex’s quarters, immediately reading the room. Whatever this was, it had moved past theory and into motion.

Cole: You said you had a lead. What do we know, and how fast are we moving?

Storm/Jaran: Response.

Natasha set her bag down near the door but didn’t sit. She had already shifted fully into the kind of focus that came when someone she trusted asked for help and meant now.

Cole: I brought changes of clothes, and my better decisions. The worse ones are available if the situation calls for it.

Storm/Jaran: Response.

Tags/TBC

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Lt. JG Natasha Cole
Security Officer
USS Artemis-A
Writer ID A240205NC4