A good old fashioned punch out

Posted on 16 Jan 2013 @ 2:44pm by Chief Warrant Officer 4 Cyrus Kiwosk & Lieutenant Theron Rhodes
Edited on on 16 Jan 2013 @ 3:02pm

1,752 words; about a 9 minute read

Mission: Episode 03 - Frontier
Location: USS Galileo - Deck 4 : Gym
Timeline: MD -2 1450 HRS

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Gym

Cyrus threw another punch into the bag. He watched it bounce backward, launching itself towards him before dodging at the last second. It was a simple drill, nothing that he hadn't done a thousand times in his life. It had been so long since he had actually had a partner to Spar with.

That's not entirely true. He thought off handily there was the time when Maenad kicked my ass. He laughed, narrowly dodging the bag before sending a straight punch into the centre of the sand and fabric. Suffice it to say, he was getting bored of doing the same drills, he needed something more challenging. He needed an opponent.

Tapping his badge, he wiped the sweat off the brow with his free hand. "Kiwosk to Lieutenant Rhodes. Are you busy?"

Security Offices

Theron heard the paige and thought, 'What now?' with 2 PADDs in hand and other work scatterd on the desk. He set them down and shook his head slightly to clear his mind as he touched his comm. "Rhodes here. What do you have in mind Chief?"

=^=Want to burn off some steam? =^= He asked chuckling.

Theron looked down at all the work on the desk that the new Chief of Security had laid on his shoulders.

=^= I was wonder if you might be up for a little sparring practice? You know you waaaaant to. =^= He added laughing.

Theron let the remaining PADDs in his hand fall to the desk with a clatter. He glanced at the time and responded, "Alright Chief. I will meet you, let us say in 15 minutes?"

Gym

"Done, I'll see you in the gym. " Cyrus was grinning ear to ear as he through his things into his gym bag.

Theron looked down at the several PADDs laying on the table before him and just shook his head slightly in frustration. "Maybe some gym time is exactly what I need." Theron stood and walked out of the security office saying, "Christoph. Cover for me." Pointing at the Petty Officer he winked.

"Not a problem." Bree replied, "I got your back Sir." But the Lieutenant was already gone and out of earshot.


Gym

Cyrus smiled as he began stretching. He was thrilled to be able to spar with someone who actually knew what he was doing. His mind raced as he continued to warmup, shadow boxing his invisible opponent. It was nice to get out and doing something just for the sake of the competition, he knew that most fights ended within moments of starting, but that was in situations where time and lethality were essential elements, here that was all removed. Technique and expertise took more precedence. He wondered most of all, how much he would learn about his boss.

Walking into the gym, Lt. Rhodes found the Chief already stretching and warming up. Tossing his bag down Theron said, "You seem eager Chief. Should I be worried?" And pulled off the warmup jacket.

Cyrus chuckled and turned to face his XO. "Not at all, sir. I'm just glad to get out of the 'house' so to speak. I doubt you have to worry too much, my hand is still as weak as a kitten. " He held up the once damaged hand, healing nicely, but still sluggish in it's motor skills. "But I'm pretty tired just punch a bag a couple times, no really progression in skill." He laughed. And I figured Lieutnant Panne would relish the chance at trying to hit me again. He thought to himself sarcastically.

Working to get his gloves on, "So, this means you are going to take it easy on me?" Theron jested.

"That and I have an excuse if I'm starting to lose." He replied before breaking into a grin. "Whenever your ready Lieutenant."

Walking out onto the area they would use, Theron faced his opponent, checking his feet and looking around for obstacles in the area. Then with all seriousness in his voice, "You know, I do not pull punches." Theron said, raising his hands in a defensive manner and began to move around a bit on the mat.

"That's good, because neither do I." He chuckled grimly, joining into the circling. The two colleagues stayed and arms length apart, Cyrus kept looking for openings in Theron's stance, his eyes centered near the middle mass of his opponent. "So..." He began asking, of handedly. "How was work?"

As they circled, they began to warm up with small jabs which were easily deflected. It was basically a friendly way to get started. "Oh, I'm still at it, actually. I just took a break." With that word, Theron stepped to the left, turned back, and punched with his left coming to his right side.

Cyrus snapped his arm up, catching and deflecting the punch, before launching a savage front kick to give him a little more space to move.

Theron's core was ready for this possibility, taking the brunt of the force and stepped back toward his opponent. Continuing to weave and move about,
he again sent several punches to the Chief's head and side.

Still off balance from his frontal kick, he was caught, forcing him to block with his damaged hand. As jolts of sharp pain shot up his arm he was distracted long enough to have a solid shot to his ribs.

Rhodes was in close, so he shot forward, launching a massive headbutt.

Unfortunately, Theron was not ready for the headbutt. He felt dazed and stepped back trying to focus his eyes, but he knew that his opponent would use this opportunity. He backed away a little more, defensively and began to circle again.

Taking the breathing room, Cyrus chuckled. "So work's good then?" Kiwosk circled, shaking his hand slowly, the jolt from his block and hurt more than he had thought it would have, but the exercise helped him learn about his colleague. "You're trained outside Starfleet." He stated.

"Yes." Theron replied moving and punching, "Most of my advanced training from Tandar is in a defensive style. The headbutt is never used, since we never get that close, except in take down situations."

Prepared Cyrus blocked the jabs easily. "Tandar, that's right. I keep forgetting you're Tandarian." He pushed forward, only to feint left trying to get in close for an uppercut.

As they continued the dance Theron added, "Tan-Kei is more of a fluid defensive style, compared to this up front assulting style as we are now." With that, he side stepped to the right bringing up a right hook to the Chief's head.

Cyrus twisted sharply, having the man's knuckles frave his right temple, disorienting the ex-marine, but Cyrus played defensive until Theron's assault was over.

Then chuckling Theron said, "But that does not mean, that I can not box."

"That's good..." Kiwosk changed stances and flung a full round house Kick at the Junior Grades chest, which was followed by a back kick to the same area.

Theron was ready for the kicks and blocked them, but that didn't mean that they didn't hurt.

"... Beause I know a couple things myself." Kiwosk replied grinning.

"Yes you do." Theron said, and with a building frustration in him, he had to remind himself that they were just sparing and didn't want to raise the stakes.

Rhodes was good, very good. Cyrus knew that from day one. His arms and side were sore and his hand was screaming in pain. His temple throbbed from where Theron's knuckles had grazed him.

Cyrus was loving every minute of it. "No wonder your Assisant Sec Officer." Cyrus moved forward to land a jab, but feinted in an attempt to deliver a chop to Theron.

The strikes were blocked, but Theron was getting tired and could not keep up this pace for much longer. He did not want to hurt Cyrus, and wanted to end on a good note. A take down was the logical choice. It would have to be fluid and fast for this to work. As soon as Cyrus threw his left again, which he had been extending too far each time, Theron pirroetted under the arm, so that his back was to Cyrus chest. Theron's left forearm caught up under Cyrus' left armpit lifting him up. At the same time, Theron's right foot caught under the back of Cyru's left ankle and kicked forward. There was nothing the Chief could do but fall backward.

Cyrus wasn't tired, just sore. The pain distracted him and caused the over extension in his left punch. He heard Fernandez's voice in his head as he began to fall. SIX INCHES KIWOSK! Cyrus landed hard, the air forced out from his lungs. He began shaking, trying to find his breathe for several seconds.

Theron had gone into a defensive stance following the take down move. When Cyrus did not get up immediately, Theron relaxed and stood, dropping his arms.

Cyrus finally was able to suck in a breathe and started laughing. His chest hurt, his lungs hurt, his side hurt and his hand was screaming bloody murder. But It wasn't long until Cyrus was in a sitting position grinning like a fool. "That was good, just you wait until I'm not handicapped their Lieutenant. I may have to teach you a lesson. "

Theron smiled, "I look forward to that time . . my friend." He bent forward extending his hand to help Cyrus up.

Cyrus took it, wincing as his hurt hand assumed the stress of the pull. friend Tandarian's didn't throw that word around. As he stood up and smiled back. "Right back at you, friend. Next time loser buys a round in the mess. Make things interesting."

Theron smiled and nodded, "Sounds fair to me."

Cyrus walked over to his towel and water bottle, throwing a towel over to Theron as well. "Now, mister victor...you prize...let me guess." Cyrus raised a hand to his head as if in premonition. "You are going to go sit back in a chair....and an office...." He squinted as if looking far off. "And look at PADDS for the rest of the afternoon..." He looked back to Theron and grinned.

"How accurate am I?"

With exaggeration Theron replied, "Wow. You are simply amazing there Chief." And smiled back.


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Lieutenant (jg) Theron Rhodes
Asst. Chief Security Officer
USS Galileo

CWO Kiwosk
Security/ Tactical Officer
USS Galileo

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