Working through it

Posted on Fri Apr 10th, 2020 @ 8:17am by Lieutenant Colonel Azhul Naxea & Chief Warrant Officer Man'darr [Naxea]

Mission: INTERMISSION: Rebuild, Reuse, Recycle
Location: Holodeck One; USS Elysium
Timeline: Enroute to Earth
889 words - 1.8 OF Standard Post Measure

Sweat glistened Naxea's body, donned in a sweat soaked Marine green t-shirt and black cargo pants and boots. The incoming punch sent her reeling to the ground hard. The holodeck had been transformed into a rocky/sandy surrounding. The air was hot and dry as the simulated sun beat down, causing the sweat to sting her eyes. She looked up at the approaching green-skinned male Orion, smiling.

It was that smile that caused rage to build in her, driving her back to her feet. "Come on, you green-skinned son of a bitch!" she screamed as the Orion rushed, throwing another punch. This time she stepped to the side ash her arms grabbed the Orion's, twisting the arm as she pulled the Orion down as he cried out in pain.

"You think that hurts?" Naxea twisted hard and slammed her knee into the Orion's elbow, causing it to snap backwards in a sickening crack before letting go and slamming her fist into the Orion's temple repeatedly. A moment later, the Orion's body went limp as she continued to pound away at the Orion.

Having entered during the fight, Warrant Officer Man'darr watched as his CO defeated the holographic opponent and continued to beat the hologram. "I think he's dead, Major."

Naxea's shot Man'darr a look filled with rage, before realizing who it was. She blinked several times before standing as the Orion shimmered out of existence. "You can never be too sure, Warrant Officer," she said through heavy breathing. She clinched her hands tight to keep them from shaking.

Man'darr had seen this kind of reaction before. He wasn't a psychologist by a long shot but he had been in Starfleet long enough. "So, how many have you fought?"

Naxea shrugged. "I dunno...maybe about five or so. What brings you here, Warrant Officer?"

Man'darr raised an eyebrow. Defeating five Orions in a row was impressive and from Major Azhul's appearance, he believed her. "That's dangerous, especially with the safeties off."

"Safeties are for amateurs," Naxea commented. "Wanna join?"

Man'darr shook his head. "I'm always up for some training, but you should take a break ma'am."

"Nonsense....I'm," Naxea felt her legs give out as the adrenaline was beginning to subside "...shit..." She began to fall.

Thankfully Man'darr had been close as he caught Naxea before she hit the ground. "Major? Here, have a seat. Computer, one twelve ounce container of water. "

"I...good idea," Naxea said as a sealed container of water materialized near her. She sat down against a rock and grabbed the container of water, opening it.

"So, you're shit?" Man'darr asked, kneeling across from her.

The comment caused Naxea to choke on the water as she laughed. "Screw you," she managed to say through the coughing.

It was now that Man'darr noticed the bruising on Naxea's knuckles and several scrapes along her arms. "You should go to sickbay, ma'am."

Naxea shook her head after downing a small sip of water. "No. And what? Be relieved of duty? To hell with that. I'll live--they wouldn't understand anyways."

Man'darr grinned. "If I may say so, you'd make one hell of a Capellan, Major."

Naxea grinned. "Thanks....and thank you for leading the Marines in my absence."

"Anytime, ma'am...just don't make a habit of it. I prefer to fight, not sit behind a cushy desk getting soft," Man'darr jested.

Naxea looked at Man'darr for a moment before grinning. "Are you trying to tell me I'm soft, Warrant Officer?"

Man'darr smiled. "No ma'am. I wouldn't dream of it. You're one of the toughest people I know. Come on, I'll help you to your quarters."

Naxea still felt her legs struggle as she started to get up, which she knew would be the hardest part. She got to a kneeling position and began to stand, with the container of water in her hand.

Man'darr knew better than to try and help someone like Major Azhul up unless they asked for it which he knew was slim to none. Yet, he stood close by just in case she fell again. A moment later, he nodded in approval as Naxea came to her full height. "Lieutenant S'hib is a lucky man to have you as a mate," he stated.

"Shut it!" she snapped as she slowly made her way to the exit. with Man'darr next to her.

"I meant it as a compliment only, ma'am," Man'darr replied.

Naxea finished another small sip of water. "I know. Its...just odd to have someone, I guess...and on the same ship nonethe less."

Man'darr shrugged as they exited the holodeck. "At least you get to see each other often, ma'am. Long distance relationships suck. That was the cause of the end of my last relationship."

"Oh? I'm sorry to hear that," Naxea said genuinely.

"Yeah...that and I accidentally kicked her cat into an open plasma stream."

Naxea stopped and looked up at Man'darr, stifling a chuckle. "Um, yeah, that would probably do it. How did you accidentally kick her cat into an open plasma stream?"

"Long story short, I was running after hearing a commotion near Engineering where she worked and the thing bit me and the next thing I know, Fluffy was doing Warp One into a nearby open plasma steam."

"Poor Fluffy," Naxea chuckled, imaging the incident.

Man'darr nodded. "Poor Fluffy."