CD - The Ass be Kicketh

Posted on Wed Sep 30th, 2020 @ 5:11am by Captain Rhenora Kaylen & Commander Savar cha'Salik hei-Surak Talek-sen-deen

Mission: Diplomatic Masquerade
Location: Gym

Savar waited in the gym for the Captain to arrive. He had set up twice weekly classes for her
In unarmed combat to get her edge back. He had no doubt it would only take a few classes before she was once again in top form. He was dressed in sweatpants and sweatshirt. He looked but like an officer.

Captain Kaylen Rhenora looked at the chronometre and swore in her native tongue. She’d lost track of time and was now late for Savar’s conditioning and combat training. Crap and double crap. Bolting from the readyroom she did a flyby visit to her quarters to get changed, pick up her towel and water bottle then hot-tailed it all the way to the gym.

“ Sorry.. I … lost track of time” She stammered as she skidded into the gym

“It is quite alright Captain. I will add the time you were late to the end of the class.” Savar replied . “So it all works out fine.” He added.

“Damn” She whispered to herself as she deposited her towel and water bottle on one of the benches that lined the wall. Ready or not there was about to be a humiliating ass kicking.

“Before we begin Captain. You are not going to hold any bruises you get here against me are you?” Savar asked. He had other officers say they weren’t and did. He did not wish to experience a repeat with Captain Kaylen.

“ What? Of course not, you may have to explain them to Dr Wilson, but you are not responsible. My lack of physical conditioning is what is responsible” Kaylen admitted to Savar.

“Excellent Captain. I was just making sure. :”Let us begin with what you know or remember. Attack me Captain.” He remarked as he bounced lightly on his feet.

“ Excuse me? You mean just… you know attack.. No preferred method, no ‘now do it this way’... just.. Attack. That’s a bit open ended isn’t it?” She was stalling and she knew it.

“Captain I cannot correct your technique until I see what you know. Please attack me and we can proceed from there.” Savar replied.

“ Do you have a preferred method?” Stalling.. Lots of stalling.

“Captain. Do you wish me to attack you? Or is talking your opponent to death your preferred method of fighting?”

“ Hey don’t knock it till you try it” Came the reply, hands on hips and pout to boot.

“Captain. Attack me now.” Savar commanded. “No more stalling.”

“But I?!?” She protested, having the very real prospect of having a pissed off Vulcan as a coach for the next hour.

“ Now, Captain Kaylen.” He repeated. His voice became even more formal and glacial. If that was possible. As he wired for Rhenora to attack.

She paused, half in a mind to test just how far she could push him before he snapped. Did Vulcan’s snap? It wouldn’t be in her best interest to find out, an hour could be a long time with a pissed off taskmaster.

“ Sure fine whatever” She retorted, trying to make up her mind about the best way to attack an opponent standing open in front of her. It was like saying ‘run’ but giving no further details.

“Are you going to attack me before the hour is up Captain?” He inquired.

She launched a somewhat lame and completely predictable strike to his left side, the whole movement lacking any kind of drive or energy that she would normally throw into such things.

He sidestepped her and brought a forearm down across her back. “Really Captain? A cadet could do better. Your attack was predictable and without any motivation.” Savar scolded her.

“ Ooph” She ended up on her knees, looking up with an indignant glare “ Well you were a completely wide open target!” She shot back, the ire starting to rise.

“Rule one. Do not assume Captain.” He replied coldly as he saw her anger beginning to rise.Now maybe she could put together a better attack. “Let us try again.”

She looked at him , indignation and embarrassment burning. In her younger days she would have channelled that energy into focus and cunning. She was well out of practice though.

She started to move, dropping her bodyweight and becoming light on her feet. A shift this way, a step that way, reading his reactions to her changes of direction.

Savar watched as the Captain rose with a renewed sense of purpose. He folded her moves and feints but did not commit. That he left to her.

She found her lightness in keeping small steps and her weight evenly distributed between her feet, she was small and usually fast - the two things that often saved her hide in years gone by. The speed was something she would need to work on.

A feint to the left, a duck, then a strike to the right, quick footwork and slightly slower than usual reflexes.

Savar dodged the strike to the right. He swept his foot under hers to throw her off balance as she began to fall. He grabbed her wrist in an iron grip and deftly flipped her over and she landed on her backside. “Marginally better Captain.” He advised her.

The honest feedback on her effort stung. She wasn’t used to not being good at something anymore. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

“Your footwork was better.” He told her “However your moves are not fluid Captain. It is as if you have to think the moves through when you should just react.”


“ Well I am out of practice” She retorted angrily, hoisting herself up to her feet and squaring off against him. “ Your turn”

“That is why we are here Captain. To get you back in shape.” Savar answered evenly. Rhenora’s anger had no effect on him. “You wish me to attack you?” He questioned. “Are you
sure?”

“ Yes I’m sure, if I need to think then I’m too slow. You’re giving me time to think and overcomplicate it. I want to see what’s left in the deep dark recesses of my brain, the only way to do that is to go back to instinct.” She explained, resisting the urge to put her hands on her hips.

Savar nodded. “Logical.” He admitted “Let us see how you do on instinct.” He lowered his head and put his hands in front of him. When he raised his head. He was totally focused on Rhenora. Now, she would see his full speed and quickness. He would not hold back. He feinted left, then right then left again, almost too fast to follow. He threw a stiff jab at her head to get her to move in the direction he wanted.

She ducked rather than moved, missing the blow by the barest of millimeters. If she wanted a test - she was about to have it. As his arm extended she blocked it with her own, using the momentum to move forward and strike towards his unprotected midsection.

Only he wasn’t where she thought him to be. As the Captain moved to him. He stepped into her. Shortening her striking distance, giving her no room to operate. He resisted using a nerve pinch, this was to help the Captain improve her unarmed combat skills. So he instead lowered his left shoulder into her and with his right hand he grabbed her wrist and brought it behind her back.

She winced as her arm was twisted to the point of immobilisation but nothing further. Bent over she had a few options, none of them pretty. She waited for either a release of pressure or the slightest of relaxation in his muscles before stomping on his foot and reefing her head backwards in an attempt to collide with him shin or nose.

The Captain got her wish. Savar relaxed his hold on her wrist to push her away from him when she stomped on his foot but missed his shin and nose. He was done going easy. He bent down almost like a sumo wrestler as he moved toward her. Making no indication of which way he would strike. Then suddenly he moved. He shifted his feet to the left but his body moved right. Catching her off guard and throwing her over his shoulder.

tbc