Senior Chief Petty Officer Jenta Solana - Beach Montage
Rameses
((Turbolift heading to Transporter Room 2, USS Ronin))
While it was rare for Jenta to have nightmares anymore about anything other than her early childhood on Rigel VIII, it occasionally happened. To the point she could easily recall each time. The first was on the Atlantis and their first encounter with the spiderbots and RoLFs. The second was when the Chin’toka was almost ripped apart saving a planet from destruction by moving a rogue pulsar, her best friend had been paralyzed during that final moment. The next was the day after the Siege of DS33. And then the day after her one on one fight, hand to hand with a Tholian warrior in the transporter room. The Siege had been her first crucible in having to use her CQC expertise against a species almost quite literally evolved for such things. She’d survived that. And she’d survived the solo battle up until help arrived. She’d still woken up in a cold sweat that night.
Now that that was weeks behind her she had gotten back into her routine and in doing so noticed she’d neglected posting another CQC training for the crew. So, she placed the notice on the ship’s message boards and gathered up her training equipment which was mostly a duffle full of practice knives and other weapons or objects made from rubber and other approved safe materials.
And a quick bit of research on the planet below led her to a nice locale to hold the training. There was a beach spa. And if there was one thing almost as good as intimacy after a few hours of training it was definitely being able to pamper one’s self in a spa. A soak in a hot tub or springs for once would definitely be nice.
Jenta had her duffle on the floor of the turbolift and was leaning on the back wall opposite the door. Since this was going to be at a beach, she had applied the proper UV protective balm and was in a one-piece swimsuit that hugged her curves. All black, of course to accompany her raven colored hair. With a lavender, slightly opaque sash of a skirt that was tied around her waist and was tapered to hang over her right hip and be shorter on the left. Her usual knives were sheathed at the small of her back just under the skirt so only the handles protruded from the fabric.
The door to the turbolift opened and she looked up at whomever it was that was entering.
Wren: Response
One of the blue training knives danced in the air above her hand as she balanced it on a fingertip for a moment before she went through a few smooth motions that sent the blade rolling around and between her digits, her palm and the back of her hand as the turbolift doors opened.
Solana: Apologies, Ensign Wren, right? Didn’t mean to startle you. Just practicing.
She shot one of her sultry smirks in the Ensign’s direction.
Wren: Response
Solana: Decided to hold my CQC training class someplace nicer than the Security holodeck this time. The Azure Horizon Beach and Spa. If you’re interested. Open sign up for anyone on the crew that needs or wants to learn to protect themselves in hand to hand. I run classes as often as I can. It’s listed in the ship’s calendar.
Wren: Response
Jenta scooped up her duffle bag and slipped the strap over her head and across her bodice while continuing to roll the training knife over her fingers of her free hand when the doors opened on the deck she needed and stepped out with a wink as she passed by Wren.
((Azure Falls, Azure Horizon Beach & Spa, Lolagi IV))
Because this was shore leave and she wanted to enjoy some of what Lolagi had to offer she had scheduled the CQC class for an hour and a half after she’d beamed down. So she could settle into her room at the resort and also do some scouting. Turns out that there happened to be a waterfall right along the shoreline that fell down among some of the rocks. It was a dazzling view to behold, of the shimmering fresh water that cascaded down from about a hundred meters above into a tidal pool.
Near the falls was a lovely stretch of beach that had several beach chairs, some with umbrellas and other umbrellas in case someone wanted to throw down a towel or something, and even a roofed pavilion with tables. Tables which her duffle full of training gear for the class sat along with a stasis cooler of water bottles. Along with her skirt, neatly folded up on the duffle.
She had about thirty minutes before the class and the tidal pool just below the falls was absolutely stunning. There were also several stones well worn by time and the flow of the falls themselves that exuded serenity. Jenta only climbed up a few of the stones that were on the edge of the spray from the falling water, mindful as they were damp and potentially slippery. She started with a few minutes of Tai Chi, settling herself into a meditative foundation. Midway through the practiced movements, one of her twin curved blades was drawn, then the other. The slow, measured motions from before soon became rapid, curt, powerful as she seamlessly transitioned from Tai Chi, into Kali and Eskrima. All while fresh somewhat bioluminescent water fell all around and over her.
It was a daily routine to keep her skills sharp and her movements honed. The Isles was an unforgiving place currently, more so than the Par’tha Expanse had been and she had to keep as sharp as the blades she carried.
The alert from her comm badge that the time for her class was nearing made her shorten her warm up. A quick glance across the tidal pools and the falls themselves and she could see at least a couple of figures near the scheduled meeting place for her class. So she finished out a few rapidfire slashes and punches in the air and settled into her base posture. Sheathed blades and then dove into the deepest part of the pools at the base of the falls, where it was actually safe to do so.
Jenta emerged a moment later from the basin and tossed her hair back, a stream of water arced in the air above and behind her. Her bare feet sank into the warm sand with each step. Was she perhaps showing off a little because she’d recently binged a few ancient Terran entertainment programs in the last week from their late 19th century? Probably. Particularly because she knew she was Orion and since her pheromones were kept in check by the standard medications necessary to keep her from accidentally throwing the crew into chaos, she had to have fun in other ways.
She walked right over to the tables and scooped up a towel from her duffle though she just let herself drip dry a moment from the sea breeze while she made note of who had shown up for her class.
Solana: Here for the CQC class?
She started to dry off her hair with the towel.
T’Fearne/Taj’el/Wren(optional): Response
Anyone: Response
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Senior Chief Petty Officer Jenta Solana
Security/Tactical CQC Specialist
As simmed by
Commander Toryn Raga
First Officer
USS Ronin - NCC-34523
Writer ID: A239410TR0
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