Mystic Engineer

Posted on Wed Nov 9th, 2016 @ 6:53am by Captain Patrick O'Connor
Edited on on Wed Nov 9th, 2016 @ 6:53am

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

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Patrick entered the gym to find in rather quiet and empty. Many of the female officers had apparently been in here working out recently, including Charybdis as he could smell them in the air still. He shook it off and went over to the sparing bags.

Patrick was wearing a red karate uniform which looked to fit loosely on him and was tied in place at his waist with a black belt. He wore what looked to be thin gloves that covered that palms and back of his hands but stopped just past the top knuckle. He was wearing shoes, but took them off before stepping on the mats, showing only some tape wrapping his feet in the middle of each foot and around the ankles.

He stood in the middle of the mats, a large hanging bag on all four sides of him. Patrick closed his eyes and began to move slowly, taking in deep breathes. In his mind, Patrick began to focus his mind, allowing all the unnecessary things to clear his mind as he focused on his breathing and allowed his potential energy to flow through his body as he allowed his mind to ready for a strike on the enemies.

Patrick allowed the energy in the room to let him know what was going on. As his breathing quickened, he could feel the energy within him pulsating and wanting to explode out of him. And suddenly, without warning, Patrick moved with lightning speed as he fired off a thunderous flying roundhouse to the bag in front of him, then a rising cresent kick to the back to the left. He spun himself around and then hit the bag that had been behind him initially with a wicked backhand and then pounded the final bag with a potent back spinning wheel kick. The final bag was hit so hard that it actually launched it into the wall of the gym, free of its tether.

Patrick remained in his fighting stance, his eyes closed and his breathing controlled. He spun in the air and landed a tornado kick to the bag he had backhanded, the force enough to bust the bag and allow the content to begin draining onto the floor. He opened his eyes and surveyed the damage. He walked over and put his shoes back on and then exited, stopping at the comm panel and notifying engineering that the gym was suddenly in need of some TLC. He headed back to his quarters to shower and change, feeling invigorated and at ease. Nothing like a good brisk session to recharge the batteries.

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Capt Patrick O'Connor
CO
USS Bonne Chance

 

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