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Post by Fleet Captain Brock Dantara on Nov 23, 2007 4:57:48 GMT -5
This is where the crew go to keep in shape. We have full weights, Machines, Martial Arts training center, Anbo Jyistsu ring, you name it, we have it. Now get some sweat going!
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Post by stevenmcleod on Feb 8, 2008 17:26:43 GMT -5
Steven walked into the Gym wearing a simple loose T-Shirt and shorts. He looked around at the absence of people. He shrugged to himself, and began warming up with a few stretches and push ups. He looked around again at the absence of people...He grinned to himself and said
Steven> "Computer, one company of Marines, ready for PT in IPFU gear, include Commander."
Steven grinned to himself as a company of Marines appeared in formation ready to go. Steven hurried over and took his place as team leader for the first team. He came to the position of parade rest as the rest of the company was at and said,
Steven> "Computer begin."
The Company Commander came alive very animatedly.
Comp. Cmdr> "Alright Marines, time for some good ole fashion fun!"
Steven and Marines> "Ur-HAH!"
Comp Cmdr.> "Half-right, face!"
Steven and the Marines smartly made a half turn to the right.
Comp. Cmdr> "Front Leaning Rest Postion, Move!"
Steven and the other entered the postion and on command of the Company Commander began performing push-ups to the Commander's cadence.
Comp. Cmdr> Up down, up. Not bad, ladies, 75. Attention!
Steven and the others stood and came to Attention.
The Commander rapidly lead Steven and the others through a series of exercises including a two kilometer run, 75 crunches, and 300 leg lifts.
At the end of the hour, the Commander called the company back to Attention, he said,
Comp. Cmdr> "Well done, I think you might just pass the NPFT yet. Good work. Company Dismissed!
Steven and Marines> "UR-HAH!"
Steven stepped out of formation and said,
Steven> "Computer, end."
The Company of Marines disappeared. Steven looked wishfully at the spot where they once stood for a few seconds before heading into the Showers and getting cleaned up.
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Post by Fleet Captain Brock Dantara on Mar 5, 2008 16:38:42 GMT -5
::Taking a little time between duty shifts, Brock headed into the gym where he sat on hes knees, bowing toward the flag.::
::He jumped from his position into a square Kibadachi stance, and began going through his seires of "Kata", Combat forms.::
::He didn't get to train as much as he wanted, but these kept him sharp, along with holographic opponents that he often faced.::
::He went throught the series of forms, and then brought out a set of shuriken and proceeded to target practice. He was still sharp as an Eagle and he would make sure he stayed that way.::
::He focused on the targets, pushing aside the thoughts. Knowing that his greatest fear was one of his crew being in trouble and not being able to help them.::
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Post by Fleet Captain Brock Dantara on Sept 16, 2008 8:43:13 GMT -5
::Brock enterd the gym, ready for his regular regimen. He was feeling terrible about he had put his wife through with the impostors.
He would never do anything to hurt his wife. He simply wanted to sheck her into action so she'd see that she could still do everything she was able to.
He hate what they did to her. He tried to relent, but it was hard. She didn;t want him to use retribution as an excuse to go after them.
But it was. Not just for what they did to his wife, but for the helpless crewmen from the Tahoe who were shot in cold blood while unarmed and helpless.
The "people" had no hearts. no souls.
He walked to the center of the gym with his weapons either inhand, or on his person.::
Computer. 3 opponents..........Impostors.
::3 appeared in was had been ascertained ad their "Pre Mimic" form. They held blade weapons and encircled him like a trio of wolves cornering their prey.
He launched himself at the center one, deflecting his blade, he spun and slashed the impostor at the base of the neck.
The other two attacked in unison, coming at him from differnt angles, both slashing at him. Blocking one blow, the other knocked the sword form his hand.
Smiling, Brock did a real somersault, and pulled out his Kasumi-Gara.
He was gain attacked, but continued to maneuver keeping one imposter between him and the other.
A blade came at him, he spun the chain with weighted-spiked ball and wrapped it around the Impstor's blad, pullin iet down and at the same time pulling him in where he met with the scythe end.
Brock had slashed his neck open.
Now the last one was very cauthous and almost unwilling to attack on his own.::
So, it's still the sme isn't it! You bastards never could take us on one on one.
::He stood, still spinning the spiked ball.::
Fight me, you coward. Or is it easier to capture helpless people and use drugs on them and play with their minds! Come play with mine!!!!
::The Impostor nervously backed off as Brock approached.::
You people are nothing! ::He flung the ball, wrapping the chain around his neck. He kicked the Impostor's blade from his hand, and reeled him in.::
You all deserve to die. And I'm going to see to it, ::The Impostors eyes were prodruding from being choked. He managed to squuze out one word. "Mercy"..::
::Brock grabbed the chain even harder:: You ask for mercy? you who would not give it? You want mercy, not a very nice person?
::He shredded the man's throat with the scythe::
There's your mercy! ::He breathed a little heavy::
That's the mercy you're all going to get.
::He dropped to his knees, in the traditional Japanese fashion and then bowed to the japanese flag that hung on the wall. He prayed to the ancestors of the great warriors he had heart tell of through master Musahi.
He went into meditation as he had done many times, but it felt different today. He felt a prescence.
When he looked up, a figure faded into view. Dressed in ancient Japanese battlegarb. He looked down at Brock.::
"Never for get who and what you are. You are a Samurai, and your heart is ours. You seek only to do the right thing.
A Samurai fights for those not strong enough to fight. A Samurai seeks always the truth. A Samurai must exact Justice for those unable to do so for themselves. A Samurai fights for veangence, but not personal. only those causes which are just.
Never forget what you are."
::The figure dissapeared. Brock meditated a few minutes more, than figured he'd better shower before returning to quarters, or Shian would ask questons and probably not be happy about what he had just done.::
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