Lt. JG T’Fearne - Strength & Conditioning
Teayl Thorn
((OOC: at some point during T’Fearne and Taj’el’s trip to Lolagi IV’s surface.))
((Azure Falls, Azure Horizon Beach & Spa, Lolagi IV))
T’Fearne had changed into a soft-booted, dark olive-green two piece exercise outfit that she typically wore for a workout or Tassa'Akai sessions, a close fitting, flexible garment of practical design. Her practice akai sticks were tucked into the thigh holsters of the outfit, and a towel slung across her shoulder.
She and Taj’el strode onto the beach, ready for the close quarters combat class.
She was eager to fine-tune her precision and reflexes, ensuring she was at peak efficiency and in tune with her body and tools before the Ronin’s next mission in the wild frontier of the Alpha Isles. Especially after her recent de-aging and her cells returning to their original age.
She placed her towel and satchel beneath a beach umbrella next to others gear for the class, then lifted her gaze to the shoreline. Azure Falls spilled from the jungle heights into a tidal basin where freshwater met the sea, colours shifting from glass-clear to turquoise to deep blue. A fine mist cooled the air, settling lightly against her skin.
T’Fearne didn’t necessarily need the training, her Academy scores in non-traditional weapons combat had been exemplary, but it never hurt to study a master and learn new tricks and techniques. Her specialty was in armlength blunted weapons, but Jenta Solana had a shipwide reputation with blades. From her own personal experience with the Orion woman there were many Lattice Alliance warriors and a wall in Stellar Cartography that would never be the same again. She relished an opportunity to work with the Orion.
She immediately recognised another familiar face, Delphina Wren. A relatively new officer to the Ronin, but one that had already had their metal tested during the recent mission and proved herself to be creative under pressure.
Solana: Here for the CQC class?
Wren: Yes! ::shoving her still-wet vial into her pocket, smoothing it:: I wasn’t sure what we should wear, I hope this is okay ::she is wearing a variation of the skant uniform that ends in shorts rather than the standard skirt::
T’Fearne offered a small, respectful inclination of her head in greeting to her crewmates.
T’Fearne: Jenta. Delphina. ::her gaze flicked briefly over Wren’s attire, assessing function rather than form:: Freedom of movement is the main priority with garment choice. That looks fine.
She turned slightly, gesturing to the Vulcanoid beside her as she made the introduction.
T’Fearne: This is Junior Lieutenant Taj’el, they are on temporary assignment to Ronin's medical department from The Thor. Taj’el, this is Ensign Delphina Wren of our engineering department and Senior Chief Petty Officer Jenta Solana also of security.
Solana/Taj’el: Response
Wren: ::awkwardly raising her hand:: We… did cover self-defense in the academy. One class for every year.
Seeing that Solana was barefoot, T’Fearne slipped out of her soft boots, placing them neatly aside with her other gear. Her bare feet settled into the sand, toes flexing slightly as she adjusted to the shifting surface.
T’Fearne: The academy provides a good foundation. ::measured:: But their classes for the most part are controlled environments. The Alpha Isles are less accommodating. It is logical to refine one’s defensive capability accordingly. ::to Taj’el:: What of the Thor’s current mission? You are operating in the Gamma Quadrant, are you not?
Solana/Taj’el: Response
She caught a brief flash of discomfort and tension from Wren, a meaty snap and a crimson echo of pain flared for a moment and T’Fearne wondered what had happened. Had she been hurt during the recent mission? To her recollection, Wren had been one of the least injured after the moonbase, but she had witnessed others wounded around her.
T’Fearne: ::To Wren:: Have you done any training in Tassa'Akai1?
Solana/Taj’el/Wren: Response
T’Fearne: I competed semi-professionally on Betazed from 88 to 91. It’s the non standard weapon that I am most proficient with.
She didn't mention the reason she stopped competing. That they had been subtly discrimnatory about her hybrid nature when she had been denied the right to continue to compete. She had once been bitter about it, but now she was glad, as they had freed her to persue other career paths, eventually leading to Starfleet.
Solana/Taj’el/Wren: Response
T’Fearne: ::offering to Solana:: You may use me to demonstrate if you like.
The breeze shifted, carrying the scent of salt and something faintly floral from the jungle canopy above. The falls continued their endless descent behind them, a light cooling mist occasionally dampening their skin.
T’Fearne adopted a loose relaxed stance, feet shoulder width apart. Drawing in a slow breath. Then exhaled. Her attention shifted to Jenta. Waiting for the Senior Chief’s direction. She assumed they would do some sort of warm up together and then split into pairs. She wondered if Jenta would want her to pair up with one of the non security officers or if the two shorter officers would be paired together and she and Jenta would spar together.
Solana/Taj’el/Wren: Response
[Tags / TBC]
((OOC: Tassa'Akai1 - Betazoid - Betazoid Translation (Harmony of Mind and Weapon). Tassa’Akai is a Betazoid fighting style that uses the akai, or Betazoid collapsible fighting baton.))
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Security Officer
USS Ronin - NCC-34523
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