Joint training

Posted on Wed Dec 31st, 2025 @ 12:09pm by Lieutenant Colonel Azhul Naxea & Riov Olmex Thikoho [Reece]

Mission: Season 6: Episode 6: Conglomerate
Location: Marine Country
Timeline: MD 6 / 1800 hrs
1804 words - 3.6 OF Standard Post Measure

Naxea was in the gym dressed in in her tank top with fatigue pants on as she threw punches and kicks to the heavy bag in the corner of the gym which was nearly empty as most of her Marines were resting. She found herself in a rhythm allowing her mind to escape the current situation if even for a minute. It also felt good to finally be out of her armor for a bit though it sat nearby in case of an attack.

Though they were working together now, Olmex had found that his people were being shadowed by security personnel from Elysium. He didnt blame the Starfleet crew. He would follow the same, if the roles were reversed.

After gaining clearance to enter the Elysium's Marine Country, the seasoned warrior found his was ti thr training compartment, where he saw the Colonel working out, delivering punishing blows to a heavy bag. It was then that he realized that she had a cypornwt8c left arm. He hadnt known before, due to her combat uniform and armor. Seeing this added more respect for the woman in his eyes.

As he approached, he cleared his throat. "Permission to train with you, Colonel?"

Naxea stopped and turned to face the newcomer. It was Olmex, the Romulan Marine Commander. She had given permission for the Romulans to have access to Marine Country in order to work better together though it was a given that certain areas of Marine Country was off limits due to classified information and equipment contained within those areas. She was curious to know more about Olmex. "Welcome Daise'Arrain," she greeted. "Permission granted. How are your Marines doing so far with integrating with the Elysium Marines?"

He gave her a polite nod of his head and a friendly grin as he approached. "While there are certain similarities between how we train our ground forces, there are also noticeable differences. For starters, you do not keep the majority of your force in hibernation when they are not needed." He chuckled softly as he continued. "That is not something the Gaia, or Fleet Navy, look at us." He stepped behind the heavy bag and held it still, nodding to Naxea to continue. "We are seen as disposable. I believe the Humans say, canon-flower." He said the term, unaware that he had said it incorrectly. "Whereas you and your soldiers, you are not only not put in hibernation, your ranks and that those of the fleet comingle."

She paused as she looked at him in disbelief that they were placed in hibernation when not needed. "Well not being in hibernation allows us time to train and develop cohesion as a department. We also cross train with Security to make us better trained to fight aboard the ship. Oh, and the correct term is cannon fodder not flower," she chuckled.

Olmex paused, then grinned, chuckling softly. "Fodder.. ah. Thank you." He shook his head slightly as he continued to hold the bag for Naxea to hit. "The Humans have such odd sayings. Their phrases almost sound...well..Ferengi in origin sometimes."

Naxea laughed at the comment. "Well I'm at least not required to be naked then." Growing up near humans allowed herself to be used to their sayings and customs for the most part as she began to throw more punches and kicks.

Olmex held the bag firm as Naxea continued to hurl punishment into it. After a few moments, when she paused, he asked, "Forgive me, Colonel, may I ask a personal question of you?"

"Um, sure," she said, taking a breath as she stopped throwing strikes to listen to Olmex.

He tilted his chin towards her left arm. "How did it happen?" While most Romulans saw and form of handicap as a lessening of the whole individual, Olmex seemed honestly curious, and was careful as to how he asked, not knowing if it was a sensitive subject.

She glanced at her synthetic biological arm that was slightly different texture and skin tone than your normal skin. "Good eye. We encountered an unknown and hostile species. I took a explosive projectile to my arm. If it hadn't been for my armor, I would have been killed ."

Olmex nodded as he listened. He then started throwing powerful punches as the heavy bag, causing it to swing freely on its chains. "From one warrior to another, I am pleased that you did not perish, Colonel. From what I have read of your file, you are an honorable warrior and an excellent leader of your Marines. It would have been a great loss to have lost you from the battlefield." It was the best and most sincere compliment that he knew how to make.

Naxea held the bag steady. "Flattery will get you everywhere," she chuckled. "Thank you, and from what I know about you, you seemed to be a very capable commander yourself." She paused for a moment. "Care to go a few rounds? "

Olmex paused his assault of the heavy bag, then looked into Naxea's eyes, considering her request. "Very well. If you feel that you can kerp up with this old warrior." He gave her a slight grin. "In which setting do you wish spar?"

"As the guest aboard the ship. I'll let you choose ?"

Olmex followed Naxea to the sparing mat as he considered the options. "I am interested in the Human's martial art of kick boxing. Is it something you are familiar with? If not...perhaps just a general sparring, using what we know?"

"I know the basics of kickboxing. So let's give it a try. Though I am curious as to why you studied human martial arts," she replied as she stepped onto the mat.

The larger Romulan chuckled softly. "A good warrior will study his or her enemy, that way he ot she can find the best way to defeat them, should the need arrise." He paused to let out a slight breath, then added, "I am also interested to learning new forms of combat."

"One should never stop learning," she agreed as she began as she grabbed a mouthgard. "But there is more to life than combat." She placed the mouthgard into her mouth.

Olmex did not put a mouthguard in. He simply stepped onto the mat and did a few quick stretches. His impressive body, forged by decades of training and more that a few serious battles, flexed and shifted. "This is true for most. However, for warriors like us, combat is our true mistress. She always calls to us." He lifted his hands in the tradition kickboxing stance, and started to circle Naxea.

As much as she hated it, Olmex was right. "Unfortunately so." Though it was one mistress she'd hoped to do away with once they got back to Federation Space...if they ever got back. She threw a quick jab to test Olmex.

He blocked the jab easily, his eyes staying locked on hers. "Come now Naxea," he said as he used her name for the first time. "Don't tease. Come at me."

"If you insist," she said as she threw another jab, followed by a push kick to create some distance with her left leg. Bringing the leg back down, her right leg swung out for Olmex's legs.

Olmex took the jab easily, as well as the kick to his chest, forcing him back a step. When Naxea went to sweep his legs, he hopped to the side, then shot out with a hard shin kick to her right shoulder, carefully aimed not to hit her head.

Naxea brought her arm up to block the kick. The leg landed soundedly against her arm, causing a stinging sensation but not much else, as she threw a roundhouse in response. Almost immediately, she realized she was off-balance mid-way through the move.

Olmex saw his opening and capitalized upon it. Turning into her kick, he caught her leg firm against his chest. In a move almost faster than the eye could follow, he attacked several nerve clusters in her leg and hip, temporarily immobilizing them completely, he then dropped her leg and performed a spinning heel kick to her solar plexus, knocking her nearly out of the sparring area of the mat.

Naxea grunted as she hit the ground. She managed to push herself up as she spit out her mouth piece, catching her breath. Her leg throbbed as she stood, supporting herself on her good leg. "Damn," she cursed through labored breathing. "That was... unexpected."

Olmex stepped forward offering Naxea his right arm. "Apologies, Colonel. I thought i had pulled enough of my strength out to be safe." He seemed honestly remorseful as he spoke, feeling ashamed that he might have caused permanent damage to his new ally.

Hesitating for a moment, she finally took his arm as she shook her leg, "It's alright," she said. "I made a mistake and you countered. Very effective technique though," she grinned as the throbbing in her leg began to subside.

Olmex chuckled softly. "It is a variation of our own version of close-order combat. We focus on deadly strikes to various nerve clusters, which, as you experienced, renders our target immobilized as quickly as possible." He reached down to her leg, then asked, 'If I may?"

Naxea was unsure of what Olmex was doing but she nodded. "Um, sure. What are you going to do?"

In reply, Olmex applied some pressure to the spots he had just attacked with the nerve cluster strikes, and the pain instantly started to ebb. Standing back up, he said, "While we are taught how to inflict crippling pain to our opponents, we are also taught how to quickly ease that same pain. Hopefully, your leg is already starting to feel better?"

Naxea nodded, a bit unnerved at how good Olmex's touch was as he released the nerve pressure. "Yeah, it is. Thank you."

If Olmex picked up on how he has made Naxea feel in that moment, he did not let it show. Instead, he asked simply, "Do you wish to continue sparring?"

Naxea slowly nodded. "Sure. Let's go," she replied.

The two senior warriors faced each other again and started to move around each other. As they were about to engage, the ship's red alert klaxons started ringing loudly, followed by thr voice of the the officer of the watch, up on the bridge. "ALL HANDS TO BATTLESTATIONS! SENSORS ARE DETECTING INCOMING SIGNALS SIMILAR TO EARLIER ENEMEY CONTACTS!"

Olmex and Naxea looked at each other for a brief beat, then training kicked in and they bolted for the locker room to get dressed. Naxea had hers and his Marines to lead, he had to get back to the Havraha. The both started barking orders through their commbadges as they ran.

~OFF~