Battle Babes: Hung over but still dangerous

Posted on Wed Nov 9th, 2016 @ 6:44am by Captain Charybdis MacGregor & Commander Fiona McCray & Commander Yuna Raza & Lieutenant Commander Selune
Edited on on Wed Nov 9th, 2016 @ 6:51am

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Mission: Operation: Risa!
Location: USS Bonne Chance, Deck 7, Main gymnasium
Timeline: 2265
Tags: battlebabes

Tuesday morning meant that it was time to meet in the gymnasium on Deck Three bright and early in the morning at 0500, long before they were due to be on duty. It was a new tradition, and like any new tradition, it would need vigilance to become a regular occurrence. But each of them for their own reasons would be here today, to test their skills against one another.

Fiona got there first. She had a thermal pitcher and some cups sitting over to one side and was stretching when the first of the battle babes showed up. There were some fencing foils and masks laying on the mats near the benches.

Knowing that there was some competition to be had amongst her friends, Charybdis had poured herself into her usual workout outfit, her tiny tank top and her uniform briefs... both of which actually fit a little bit better this morning. Either she had lost a few pounds or her clothes were stretching out. Either was equally as possible, she reasoned. She strode into the gym, nodded at Fiona and punched up the vault horse from the gymnasium controls, and once it had risen into place she began a workout routine to warm up and stretch out.

She was not ending up in Sickbay today.

Meanwhile Yuna was coming down off of a rather alcoholic bender the previous evening. The whiskey the Captain had poured her led to a bottle of a Trill ceremonial port that was highly intoxicating, in any quantity, let alone an entire body. To say she wasn't firing on all cylinders was an understatement.

Fiona seemed to think that workout attire was whatever she pulled out of the bottom of the hamper. The pants were several shades of grey and the academy sweatshirt had to belong to someone other than the engineer even though it clearly read McCray on the back of it.

the wee Scottish engineer watched Char work for a bit then took her sling off and flexed her still newly mended arm. It felt fine to her but she'd been warned to behave herself and take things slow and easy. She bounced a couple of times then took off at an easy lope around the edge of the gym. Cardio ...it was important if they were ever attacked by space zombies. The thought brought a grin to her face.

Join Starfleet they said. See the universe they said. Meet alien races they said. Selune was 99% sure they never said anything about far too well endowed Vulcans ordering you to the gym at ungodly hours to "bond with the crew."

To say she was apprehensive about bonding via combat would be an understatement. However given the ominous nature of Chary's rather blunt order to "be there" when Selune had tried to avoid the event, she didn't really feel like she had a choice.

The thought had crossed her mind that she could try reporting the Vulcan for bullying, but she had reasoned that trying to claim mandatory fitness exercises and socializing as bullying probably wouldn't go down well. She still wasn't sure whether it was a good thing that "it'll be fun" and "we can throw each other around the room" had come in the same breath.

Slipping in quietly she decided next time - if there was a next time - she would have to arrive first, the glances from the room were awkward enough without wearing her loose hanfu, but she managed a small smile and nodded to the small assembly before beginning a slow series of stretches.

The engineer called out a cheerful "Hey Kitty!" as she jogged past "Get warmed up then Yuna will beat us to pulps."

Selune managed to maintain her concentration with only a furtive glance at the ecstatic engineer, "Sounds... great," she murmured under her breath, once again wondering just what she had gotten herself into.

Levering herself into a one-handed handed handstand, Char watched her friends file in and take their individual ways of warming up. Selune was fidgeting, Fi was doing laps and feeling herself out after her injuries and Yuna... Yuna actually didn't look so good. Of course, she was making this observation from upside down. She grabbed the other ring of the horse and did a few quick upside-down crunches, then flipped herself off only to slip and land on her ass.

ALWAYS with the landings... she swore at herself as she clambered back to her feet.

She heard applause off to the side as Fi gave her a sassy thumbs up as she picked up some speed.

"Stick the landing!" the words wafted back with a friendly chuckle.

"I can smother you with a hug, you know..." the buxom bombshell called after the retreating redhead.

"Only if ye catch me Stretch."

"I've got technical manuals and lubricant, the perfect Engineer bait..." Charybdis grinned over at Selune. "Glad to see you made it, Selune! I promise, it'll be fun... don't let Fi scare you. Yuna, you okay over there? You look a little... green around the gills, is it?"

Fiona's laughter chased them as she continued her laps.

"Shuddup," Yuna groaned, hauling her ass to her feet and wishing she'd stayed in bed. She'd been victorious the last few bouts they'd had - but today, well today could be one of those days where you take the better part of valour and get ass whipped or simply walk away. So long as there was a bucket nearby - she'd be fine. Just think of it as combat training... when you least expect it.

"There's coffee in tha pitcher" Fi called.

Fiona's call created a single crystal clear moment for Selune, where she wanted to console the security officer, pounce on the coffee and continue to stretch so she wouldn't get thrown across the room all in equal measure. The end result was she simply froze for a few seconds before sitting herself down and looking vaguely disgruntled.

The eyebrows knitted together at the base a bit at Yuna's undignified attitude, but Char was adaptable. "Okay ladies, one of the reasons we get together at this ungodly hour is because no one else does... we have the gym to ourselves, and while a few may straggle in this is just us. And if we get spectators, so be it. Stay focused. Fiona's going to show us some fencing moves I think, and we'll see what the cat's got in her hat, so to speak. So why don't we start off with the reigning champ and the newcomer... Yuna, Selune, how about you two square off in the circle. Out of the circle loses, best two out of three falls is the rules, try not to cripple anyone before morning duty. Any questions?"

"Can I submit to the inevitable, forfeit and go back to bed?" Selune meekly inquired.

Fiona and Charybdis exchanged looks and shook their heads, arms crossed.

"Nope."

"Uh uh. This might save your life someday, kitten."

Selune rolled her eyes as she stepped into the ring, taking a long slow breath and beginning the painful process of ignoring everything with moderate success. Except for that annoying voice in the back of her head telling her what a bad idea this all was.

" Yep - right - whatever" Yuna muttered as she stepped into the ring without so much as a single stretch, hiked up the sleeves on her crumpled uniform, and put up her 'dukes'

" Bring it on sister" She called, and waited for the opportune moment to side step out of the way of an amateur assault.

Selune instead brought herself into a loose stance as her mind began to tunnel vision in on Yuna. She inched a step closer before tilting her head slightly with a faint smile, "After you," she offered quietly.

" How come I have to do all the work?" Yuna snorted, realigning her weight and balance to go on the offensive. She was grumpy, tired and hungover. Not the best mood to be taking on a friendly sparring session. Shifting her weight onto the balls of her feet she lightened her step and began to move, keeping her movements completely random. A over extended right jab designed to draw the opponents defense... then a left hook...

The shifting advance didn't worry Selune as much as the thought of anything actually connecting from her - scarier than she had a right to be - sparring partner, a large portion of which came simply from the unfamiliarity and aggression of the woman.

She carefully shifted her feet keeping on the defensive as she observed the approach before simply tumbling under the jab and coming lightly to her feet behind the security officer. Silently cursing herself for overcompensating and finishing the roll too far to strike back. She half expected to hear her Master quietly rebuking her from the sidelines and reminding her to practice. This IS practice, she groaned at the imaginary image.

Fiona flopped down next to the coffee and watched the match with interest. " My money is on the kitty... Yuna looks like hammered hell" she said to Char in a light conversational tone.

"We'll see. I figure the cat should be near impossible to hit. Guess we'll find out here in a moment..."

"Aye, true enough," Fi poured herself a cup of coffee and took a sip then called out " Stop dancin' an hit one another!"

Filling an empty coffee cup, Char catcalled as well. "I do only have a projected lifespan of 155 years left, but I would prefer not to spend it watching you two circle one another warily..."

Letting the proverbial calls for blood wash over her Selune let out a soft sigh, apparently this was as much a spectator sport as it was practice. She waited for Yuna to begin another advancing step before darting forward with a flurry of mostly random blows designed to be annoying and draw attention high before she dropped low with a fast sweeping kick, rapidly dancing backwards as it connected and dragging Yuna's foot from under her.

Half prepared Yuna dodged the majority of the blows, easily blocking the rest but her somewhat blurry vision made her miscalculate the kick, she landed on the mat with an 'Oaff!"

"That... is not how you do it" She grumbled, getting her ass back on her feet and stepping into the ring again. There was a jab, a hook, several more uppercuts before she dropped her butt to the height of her heels and extended her right leg in a sweeping motion.

Selune avoided the blows thrown at her with the blindingly simple tactic of trying to be nowhere near them, freely giving ground to the heavy swinging Trill. It wasn't the most unpredictable of attack patterns and there was enough of an opportunity for her to plan out her counter attack. Waiting for Yuna to throw out her kick, Selune gave in to the unorthodox and simply pounced directly at her now crouching opponent in a poorly thought out tackle.

Fiona winced knowing what was coming. "Bad move kitty." she said softly and shook her head.

Yuna saw the slightly off-kilter attack and allowed her body to roll to the right before impact, neatly taking herself out of the equation. There was one key part in a mismatched fight - if you let your opponent do all the work - they'll tire first. She saw the opportunity a instant later and sprang herself, ignoring the lurch in her stomach as she did so. At the last instant she remembered to pull her blow, making contact without serious injury.

The Caitian managed to catch the blow coming early enough for it to be glancing, but the only choice she had was to fling herself backwards into a roll ending well outside of the ring. She took a deep breath while she waited for the room to stop orbiting her before slipping back to her feet. Silently noting to herself that just because the woman looked like she was about to keel over didn't mean she couldn't throw a punch as she reapproached.

Falling back within herself she sought that crystal silence before altering her stance, silently waiting for her opponent's move. Her master would have berated her for hours about not simply catching the punch and throwing the trill from the ring with her own momentum. He would have then made her repeat the exercise endlessly from both positions until she could do it every time. Not to mention letting spectators dictate her pace and the less said about her haphazard tackle the better.

"I see you have some skill," Yuna mused out loud, taunting but in a good-natured way. She still felt like crap - but the fight was giving her clarity. Strange but true.

"Let's see how you deal with this." She dropped her weight into her knees and sidestepped the kitty, stepping around her before dropping an elbow as she passed. Sneaky, but effective.

Warily foregoing the idea of getting close again Selune had allowed her body to shift itself directly away from Yuna, a part of her pointing out how close she was to the edge of the ring as the elbow swung by.

Raising an eyebrow at the move, Selune refused to be distracted by talk as she applied a mountain of patience to herself. She could still feel where letting the others goad her into action had landed with a dull ache and this time was firmly aware of the fact that she could be hit.

" If you want to hit me, Hit me!" Yuna goaded, keeping her weight balanced. So far the match was in her favour... did she really want to finish it off?

A fractional shrug was the extent of Selune's retort as she let her body remain completely relaxed and ready, the words simply washing over her to be lost in the deep pool of her concentration.

Her own rebuke at letting herself catch the earlier blow with anything other than her hands an easy reminder to maintain herself. If nothing else taking the hit had shifted her more firmly into a combat oriented mindset.

This time she would play to her strengths, reflexes and speed. As it was, her style was almost exclusively defensive and going on the offensive earlier had been at best a gamble and a break from her technique.

Yuna mulled over the situation herself. Selune wasn't prone to attacking, leaving Yuna to do the work. A tactically wise maneuver to conserve one's strength and to learn from your opponent without endangering oneself too much. Starting to get a little frustrated, she left on the offensive, letting fly with a barrage of punches and kicks designed to set her opponent off balance and land a few very sore blows.

After several punches and a kick coming painfully close to connecting, Selune found the opening she had been searching for. The dull throb of her pulse pounding in her ears suddenly vanished as the world slid into a crystallized slow motion.

Yuna's fist flew out at just the right angle for Selune to snatch her wrist, rolling her body with it as she spun, dragging the Trill into her shoulder while Selune's leg followed through along Yuna's thigh and providing greater leverage, letting her opponents own momentum throw her, all executed in a single smooth motion and dumping the woman onto the mat with a dull thud.

An unexpected silence enveloped the room for several seconds before Selune realized that Yuna hadn't moved after landing. She began to take a step forward but the curvaceous commander was already in motion, and she was on Yuna in short order. "Celes? You okay? Talk to me, Trill..." She picked up the slender woman's wrist and felt her pulse while she watched the respiration.

"If you don't move your foot right now you're gonna be repolishing your shoes" Yuna groaned, cracking open an eyelid and searching for the bucket. There was no way she was gonna make it out of that room before she rediscovered her breakfast.

Fiona, ever the sensible one tossed the bucket at Char who handed it to Yuna as she backpedalled hastily. "Why is it I'm always getting yelled at for being concerned about you wenches?" she complained, then made a sour face as Yuna began revisiting her breakfast, as well as perhaps the night before's meal.

Selune had already shuffled back far enough to avoid the unavoidable outcome that was now becoming glaringly obvious and she wanted at least a little distance between herself and the messy outcome, "Uhm, sorry about that.." she murmured with a grimace.

There was no way of protecting those around her from the unpleasant sights or sounds of someone who had hit the grog WAY too much the night before. Her humility rose sky high as she finished, half crawling to the bathroom with her bucket to get cleaned up before she embarrassed herself again.

 

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