Ensign Eze Tapor - Bag Work
Ryan
(( Gymnasium - Deck 12 - USS Constitution-B ))
Jab. Jab. Jab.
Tapor worked the heavy bag like a metronome, a drill he had perfected for most of his life. In a blink his stance shifted to his favoured south-paw.
Jab. Jab. Jab. Jab.
He found the exercise comforting, a constant he kept over from his previous life on Earth. Whilst so much had changed, the bag remained a reliable adversary.
Jab. Jab. Jab. Jab. Jab.
Adjusting to life aboard the Connie wasn’t all plain-sailing. His security duties had him performing grunt work much of the time, especially while the ship was performing the fleet equivalent of milk runs. He had hoped to man tactical on the bridge on a quiet shift, but the opportunity had yet to arise.
Jab. Jab. Jab. Jab. Jab. Jab.
His roommate S’Jenes seemed to take a great deal of gratification from his own work, he would speak with what passed for Vulcan enthusiasm about his time in the cartography suite. It sounded an awful lot more like exploration than servicing and cataloguing the armoury again.
Jab. Jab. Jab. Jab. Jab. Jab. Jab.
Thankfully Ensign Turner had agreed to swap that duty with him this shift, giving Tapor some time for himself. He would be due back on station in an hour, refreshed and in a better mood from the workout.
Jab. Jab. Jab. Jab. Jab. Ja-
The floor lurched subtly, forcing Tapor’s footwork out of time. He pulled his punch, stopping the bag’s momentum that had also shifted. He paused, looking out of a viewing port into the nebula beyond. oO We’ve stopped - unscheduled. Oo The Connie could have stopped for a thousand reasons, but this time Tapor decided it would be best to be found at his post when the cause became clear.
(( Main Armoury - Deck 28 - USS Constitution-B ))
Ensign Turner fumbled with the rifle, trying to read the serial from the lower receiver whilst typing it into his PADD with his free hand. As Tapor entered the armoury, he visibly breathed a sigh of relief.
Turner (NPC): Oh thank goodness. Did the First Officer call you back in? I thought I’d be here all day when he ran off to the Bridge.
Eze: No, I just noticed we had stopped, thought something might be up. Did he tell you anything about what happened?
Turner (NPC): Something about a ‘surprise’. As to what kind, your guess is as good as mine. Come on, give me a hand with these rifles.
Tapor almost groaned at the thought, he stepped to the rack, withdrawing the next rifle in the row. He wondered if he might have cause to use one today.
Eze: Let’s make it quick then, I don’t want to miss the first sign of action I’ve seen on this ship. Serial Kilo-Bravo-Foxtrot, wun, wun, zero…
((OOC: Was a little unsure how to insert Tapor into the bridge story so I’ve siloed him off to the side for an appropriate time to jump in. Don’t you dare organise an away mission without me!))