Getting back into shape

Posted on Mon Jan 3rd, 2022 @ 2:25pm by Lieutenant Myne Redal

Mission: Season 5: Episode 3: CAPETOWN
Location: DECK 9 - Cabin 41 W-O
Timeline: MD16 0600
598 words - 1.2 OF Standard Post Measure

//ON//

*One, two, three switch. One, two, three switch.* Fists flew and landed in the punching bag with quiet determination. Steady breathing being the only sound audible in the gym at that early hour in the morning. Sweat dripped down from his thick mane, covering his forehead, down his nose and cheeks, dropping onto his chest and floor.

*Punch, feint, step. Punch, feint, step.* His fists continued to fly as he practiced dodging and hitting, the punching bag being on the receiving end of an hour-long session. So much tension to work out through. This body of his was insufficient, it would not do. He had to get used to it, to get used to being so weak and small.

It had been too long, he had slept for too long. Waking up from what felt like a coma had left him shocked at how his body felt. Everything was wrong, he had to catch up. This would not do, it was not sufficient, it was not enough. Not to mention she was always looking out for him, always weary. It was hard to get a moment of peace and quiet for himself to work out and practice.

But this did not present a challenge he would not be able to overcome. He had been through worse, seen and done too much to give up right now. His brilliance would not suffer being the shadows for long. He had been brilliant, he was brilliant, and the galaxy will know it.

The strike sent the punching bag moving away chaotically from the force of the punch. His arms were too weak, this would not do. Turning around, his body covered in sweat, his muscles burning like the fire of the sun, he stared into the wall mirror. The girl was looking back at him, her small, lithe body breathing heavily and shivering from the strain he placed on it.

Vede Redal will never suffer being quieted and put down. He will rise again and soon, so very soon, the galaxy will start to fear the name of DaiMon Redal once more. And this weakling will no longer hold him chained up, not if he had something to say about it.

He approached the mirror, willing the girl's body to move, tensing her muscles and grinning wildly. Vede was feeling more and more familiar with her body with each passing day. No longer did he feel too big for her body, it was starting to feel like a glove and soon, these fragile-looking hands will start to spill blood as they should.

"You are pathetic. Stupid weakling, how could you be so gullible to think Sudra could help you. I am the only one strong enough for Redal." He grinned as he spoke to the reflection, Myne's face in his control giving off a look of joyful murder.

"Soon, so very soon, you will be the one in the shadows girl, and this meager offering of yours, this body, will be mine." With a wink, the body fell to the floor, well collapsed would be a better term.

Her head raised to look into the mirror taking in the sight of her sweat-covered, tired body. Her muscles ached so much she felt as if someone had beaten her all over. She stared at herself in shock and fear, breathing heavily. "What... what happened? Where am I?" Myne asked looking around and starting to panic at an alarming rate.

//OFF//

Lieutenant JG Myne Redal
Assistant Chief Operations Officer
USS Elysium

DaiMon Vede Redal
Captain of the Plausible Deniability
Former Redal Host