Buttkicking

Posted on 04 Jun 2013 @ 12:50pm by Chief Warrant Officer 4 Cyrus Kiwosk & Ensign Im'er Mor'an
Edited on on 06 Jun 2013 @ 1:46am

2,468 words; about a 12 minute read

Mission: Episode 03 - Frontier
Location: USS Galileo - Holodeck
Timeline: MD 08 0030 HRS

ON

Mor'an was inside the Holodeck, waiting for Officer Kiwosk. As she waited, she stretched her muscles so that she was warmed up and ready when he arrived. She was dressed in a comfortable, loose-fitting outfit that, despite its looseness, couldn't hide her well-toned muscles and ease of movement. Sitting cross-legged, she reached her arms up the ceiling and arched her back to stretch her abdomen. Holding the position for a moment, she thought about how to was going to spar with Kiwosk, what with him being so solidly built.

The doors slid open to see Mor'an warming up and grinned. "Hey Mor'an." He called to her. He was wearing a muscle shirt, which showed off the rippling muscles of his arms and chest. He was wearing a pair of gray sweats. He kicked off his sneakers and stood barefoot on the holodeck. "Computer, training simulation Kiwo2. Engage" The checkered walls of the holodeck shifted and changed into a simple gym with a large blue mat. As he began stretching he grinned. "I hope I was keeping you long? Work ran longer than I thought it would. "

"Hello," Mor'an said in a low voice as she lowered her arms and looked up at Cyrus. "I arrived a few moments early but that was of my own accord." She looked around at the simulation that he had created with an interested eye. "Is this the setting in which you usually train?" she asked, "It is very different from mine; it shall be a nice change, I do believe." Gathering her loose hair, she quickly braided it into a thick plait that hung down her back.

" What setting do you train in?" He asked, not wanting to give the young warrior too much of a disadvantage. The stocky ex-marine rolled his shoulders and began taping his hands. "Computer...two blunted knives, no edge." The two blades materialized off to one side of the mat. "You did say you liked knives, right?" He grinned as he walked over and hooked one underneath his foot and tossed it in her direction, sending the foot long blade spinning.

"I usually train in a more natural setting then this one," Mor'an said, "Only because I am used to training outdoors." With one smooth motion, she gained had her feet and picked up the knife in her right hand. The knife itself was different from the short blades she was used to, but she would adjust. Flexing her knees, she tested the weight of the knife in her hand, getting into a ready stance.

"The're called 'long knives.'" He explained as he knelt to pick up his own. "They're a about a foot or two smaller than a short sword, but it gives you enough blade to block and parry. They were popular among 13th and 14th century assassins on earth." He twirled the knife into a reverse grip and brought his hands into a ready position, spreading his feet out evenly.

"Computer, program setting: Nature setting, forest. " The world shifted once more and he smiled. "Growing up in the cities, I never got to really experience anything like this. Vancouver is along the coast and Montreal was more city than I thought possible." He chuckled. "So, Terrain advantage to you, Blade advantage to me." He offered smiling, his eyes alive with eager fire.

"Very good, then," Mor'an said, taking a step closer to Cyrus, holding the blade as he did. She was trying to seize him up, too see where he might give her an opening. He had the stance of a trained fighter and she guessed from looking at him that openings where not going to come her way often.

He had strength, reach and height.

She had speed and agility and probably just as much if not more experience than he did. She had no openings, her posture was perfect.

It was not going to be easy. His reversed knife in his left hand, his free hand in front to ward off any incoming attacks. As they circled he scanned the outlying area. Up turned roots, loose rocks and varying levels in the terrain. He suddenly cursed himself for not training in forested terrain.

He took a quick step forward and slashed horizontally with his knife towards her midsection, more to guage her reaction than to score a hit. His arm poised to catch anything launched his way.

Mor'an saw his move before he made it by the twitch of his eye and the shift of his weight. She twisted away, her body fluid like water. Cyrus' knife came nowhere near her. He was quick, by anyone's standards -- except hers.

"The younglings on my planet are faster than you!" she said from behind him. She had moved around to his back, sure-footedly perched on a log.

He chuckled as he glanced back from the corner of his eye. She didn't make an attack so he took his time to turn around. She was fast, and he knew that he couldn't catch her. He clapped as he turned. She was almost catlike as she held her position on the log. "Tell me, do all your warriors dance on logs?" He made the comment, but his mind was already a whirl. He needed more information before he could react. There was no way he could touch her...

His foot kicked out, catching his foot underneath the fallen log and felt his muscles bulge and heaved upward.

The log moved but Mor'an had already leaped and landed in a crouch. She spun, leg out, catching Cyrus at the back of the knees. The force of her leg making contact with the weakness of his knees and his immense weight brought him to a heap in front of her. Standing, she looked down at him. "I guess I have no need for the knife," she said with a grin, though she pointed it at him for good measure.

"Are you done playing yet?" He mumbled into the dirt. She was fast, and her kicked was well aimed. He chuckled into the dirt and knew she was above him. He rolled over to see the knife pointed at him. "My turn." He grunted and his hands snapped out one snapping against her knuckles and the other againt her wrist, sending the blunted knife out into the forest." Reversing his hold he grabbed her wrist and pulled forward as he gathered his feet underneath him into a backward roll that doubled as a throw, sending her enough feet away so he could gather his senses.

Twisting her body in mid-air, Mor'an was able to roll as she landed, ending up safely on her knees. Instead of getting to her feet to face Cyrus, she merely laughed. "You are good," she said with approval, almost as though she had expected the throw. She stood and sauntered over to Cyrus. Quick as a thought, her hand shot out and grabbed his. The flesh-to-flesh contact gave her the advantage. Now that she was touching him, it was easy for her to bring him to his knees. Grasping his hand that held the knife, Mor'an turned it against him, holding it against his jugular.

"Neurological manipulation," Mor'an whispered in his ear to explain why he had gone down so easily. "The same that I used against Lt. Pendleton." Releasing him, she leaped back, landing in her ready stance, incase he decided to attack.

She was full of surprises. "Natural weapon, you're people do this often then." He laughed and his smile drew thin across his face. He hadn't realized that she would have an ability like that...his body literally had stopped responding for several seconds. He was fast for his size, but that meant nothing against the woman who was built for speed and now with that touch attack it would be even more difficult. "That's fine...my planet has a couple tricks of it's own." He added.

Neuro-system overloads were never fun to deal with...concentration could only do so much. He reminded himself that she had been training longer than he had. he had to force her to engage him head on...something she would not do. She would continue to play to her advantage...so he needed to eliminate that advantage.

Until then however it was her game.

He chuckled and shook his head. "You caught me off guard with that...don't expect it work a second time."

"I do not," she said, "I knew as soon as I took control of your system that you would be aware of it. That is the problem with it -- I lose the element of surprise after I use it once." All he had to do was avoid her touch. However, all she needed was the barest brushing of skin for her skill to work. She was much faster than him and he seemed to know it. Now that the two of them were learning each other's skills, it was going to get harder. "What kind of 'tricks' did you learn on your planet?"

Feeling more or less recovered from his neural overload, he rolled his shoulders. She was only a few feet away, He could cover the ground easily and a couple of steps, but her speed would keep whatever distance she deemed required. What trick indeed?

He tossed the knife into the ground with a solid thunk and allowed himself a small half-smile. She wanted to play to her strength...let her...

He'd play to his.

He began to close the small gap slowly with easy, controlled steps. As he closed the distance he adopted a different fighting stance and lashed out fully expecting her to dodge the first attack...a straight jab with a left hook...

He changed his stance and dropped into an Taekwondo position and launched a roundhouse kick, followed by alternating left and right kicks aimed for the head and chest.

When Cyrus dropped his knife, Mor'an new he was done playing around and was getting serious. She also knew that he was going to try something foolish, which he did. In response to his first attack she merely ducked to the side to avoid it. She saw him change his position and dropped backwards, catching herself on her hands. At the same time she pushed herself up with her left foot and flipped over her right shoulder. Her body had again become fluid, twisting in odd ways to avoid contact with Cyrus. She rolled to her feet and faced Cyrus again.

"Neurological manipulation aides me in other ways," she said, wiping the dirt off the palms of her hands.

To say he wasn't frustrated would be an understatement. It had been so long since he had sparred with anyone this skilled. He had to admit, he enjoyed every minute of it. He masked the frustration as she taunted him some more. She certainly was enjoying this, but he was catching on. Her twists, her flips and her jumps were her only defense against his heavy blows. She had already taken him twice with little problem because of her agility. She was expecting his kicks and punches...and the weight behind them. So be it...

His head shot forward connecting solidly into her forehead with a loud crack. Following his headbutt came a pair of palm-strikes aimed for her ears. His palms came up and landed against her ears, boxing them with a resounding clap before spinning her and placing his left arm around her neck. At the same time he clasped the back of her head and kicked out one of her knees...taking her off balance.

"That's what you get for making me use my head." He stated, chuckling."You're not the only one with their natural weapon." He released her and laughed giving her a wide berth. "What's that now? Two to one? I shouldn't have given you terrain advantage." He said chuckling and shaking his head. "You alright?" He tried to hide his concern, but he knew how hard he had hit her with the headbutt, it had been an accident, mainly from his size and strength.

Even when Mor'an stumbled she was graceful. She fell back and landed on her rear, not because she was hurt but because she was laughing so hard. "I have not had this much fun since I sparred with Del'an," she said, "Before entering the Academy." In one swift motion, she was on her feet in front of Cyrus. She allowed herself a split second to look him in the eyes before moving once again, this time using his fighter's stance to her own advantage.

Using his bent knees as a step, she climbed, nimble as a sprite, up his tall, broad body to sit on his shoulders. She locked her legs under his armpits, hooking her ankles together behind his back. Using her own momentum and thrusting her weight forward, she let herself fall headfirst to the ground, taking Cyrus' shoulders with her and flipping him on to his back. She had his head locked between her legs, the pressure from her legs pressed against his windpipe.

"That was without any kind of manipulation," she declared fiercely before unlocking her legs and letting him breathe.

He couldn't help but laugh, which was more of a forced wheeze until he had grabbed a large enough breathe. Kiwosk nodded. "So it was." His eyes flashed "So is this. " He trusted upward, while slipping an arm up to her shoulder and flipped her in a single fluid motion. He couldn't help but grin like a fool.

"Well, then," Mor'an said, lying on her back, "Shall we call a truce?" Her voice was laced with laughter.

"Truce." He agreed, nodding from his back. "You're damn neuro...whatever you call it...that's just damn unfair." He sat up slowly...suddenly aware of several new bruises. " We'll have to do that again some time." His grin went even wider when he asked. "And you said your friend was equally skilled?"

"Well," Mor'an said, looking up at Cyrus, "More in strength and muscle type of skilled, like you. She is half Klingon, so she is stronger than she looks. She's small in terms of Klingons, but she makes up for it in personality, once you get to know her." She sat up and touched the spot where she had been head butted. It wouldn't hurt as long as she closed her mind to it, but she would still have a bruise. "Until next, then?" Mor'an said as she stood.

Cyrus nodded and chuckled. "Definitely Mor'an." He replied with an approving nod. "Definitely."


Cadet Senior Grade Im'er Mor'an
Red Squad Intern
USS Galileo

CWO Kiwosk
Security/ Tactical Officer
TRT Squad Leader
USS Galileo

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