[Holosuite 1 – Deck 2 – USS Chimera NCC96899-C]
A thunderous clap echoed through the wooden floor as the traditionally garbed klingon form slammed heavily on its back. The warrior quickly recovered, rolling over and jumping to his feet, his gi exposing his chest as he circling the thin human once again. The bearded, rather thin human had a surprising quickness about him. His movements were agile, well-timed, and extremely precise. The warrior could tell that he was outmatched in skill, but that the peta'q would be no match in terms of power. The Klingon charged once more.
Rojac anticipated the move. These holo-programs were becoming too predictable. Rojac quickly side-stepped to avert the full force of the blow as the klingon lowered his shoulders to drive into the captain's midsection. He turned slightly, and pressed down hard at the top of the klingon's spine. The large humanoid toppled, scrambling as he fell to the floor below. The program let loose a bellow as he reached out and grabbed hold of Rojac's ankle, forcing the Captain to fall into a mount position. This position placed the stronger klingon at an advantage, Rojac could no longer rely on his maneuverability to outdo his opponent. Brute strength could win out on the ground.
Rojac let loose a flurry of elbows and fists to the ridges atop the warrior's nose. The klingon swatted several away, giving Rojac the edge he was looking for. If given too much time, the klingon could easily overpower the smaller human. Rojac grabbed hold of the wrist and pulled the klingon's arm up and away, pivoting it in its socket as Rojac shifted position. Rojac maneuvered the klingon into an arm-bar, and had the program's arm poised to snap in two.
The klingon tapped furiously onto the mat with his free hand. Rojac released and sat up, panting slightly until he heard a clapping sound behind him.
He turned toward the sound of the applause. Dressed in a martial arts uniform of her own was Lieutenant Rayna Dior, the brunette half bajoran, half betazoid Chief Helm Officer. She smirked a sly smirk as she sat at a bench along the wooden walls of the hall. "Good show, Captain. A little too easy for someone of your skill level, but it was entertaining none-the-less."
"Computer, end program." Rojac said as he wiped the sweat from his forehead. The klingon warrior suddenly disappeared, leaving Rojac and Rayna alone in traditional dojo environment. "yeah, Well I'm a little rusty. I haven't fought like that in years. What are you doing here Lieutenant?"
"This is my scheduled time, Captain." Rayna said, still wearing that mischievous smile. Her deep black bajoran eyes seemed alluring to the captain as he approached his workout bag.
Cropa picked up his chronometer. "I see. I apologize, Lieutenant. I did not mean to intrude. I must have lost track of time."
"That's okay, Captain. I enjoyed the show." She stood up and stretched her arms high up to the ceiling. Rojac couldn't help but admire the view from behind her, he quickly averted his gaze back to the floor. "Though these programs do get boring after a while," She continued, "too predictable, I think. Would you care to spar, Captain?"
Rojac looked up surprised. "I don't know, Lieutenant."
"Oh please, Captain." She chuckled, tossing a disarming glance at her superior officer. "We're on Shore Leave, call me Rayna. And it would be an honor to receive a personal lesson from a former Champion of the Sol Martial Arts circuit."
"You know about that, huh?" Rojac asked, his own smile appearing on his face. "Well – Rayna – that was years ago. I'm a little rusty and not sure how much I could teach at the moment."
"Oh come on, Captain." She walked up to the floor and turned around, beckoning. "I won't hurt you too bad."
Rojac chuckled, and stepped forward. She assumed a fighting stance, and he did also. He made the first attack:
He lashed out with a back leg round kick to her midsection which she slid back from to evade, but he followed with a spinning back kick in anticipation of her move. He didn't anticipate on her accounting for that as well. Rayna grabbed the foot from the second kick, and twisted the foot and ankle until it was horizontal with the floor. The Captain fell to the floor, where he quickly rolled to the side, narrowly missing a stomping kick from the extremely quick helm officer. He rolled backward onto his feet and slid back to a fighting stance as she took up a charge.
Rayna jumped into the air, executing a flying side kick that caught Rojac square in the chest. Rojac staggered back ward out of breath as the helm officer's onslaught continued with back-fists and round kicks galore. She was definitely more challenging than the klingon program. Between a punch and what was going to be a round house, Rojac quickly stepped forward and blocked Rayna's momentum. He caught her underneath her armpits, and used his height as leverage to toss her to the floor. She fell onto her back, and Rojac quickly mounted in an attempt for another arm-bar.
However, when he grabbed hold of her arm, she wrapped her legs around the Captain's neck, and squeezed hard. Rojac felt the air escaping his lungs as she arched her back and increased the leverage. He coughed, and let go of her arm in order to try and pry her legs from his throat. It was no use, and eventually he found himself tapping the floor in surrender.
She released, and Rojac rolled onto his hands and knees and started laughing. She did too.
"I think you'll have to do the teaching, Lieutenant." He said between breaths.
She smiled, and bent over to help her superior officer up. "I can do that. I taught a class when I was aboard the Magellan, perhaps I can start one here and you can attend."
"What, and get my ass beat in front of my crew every other day?" He laughed. "I don't think so, Lieutenant."
"It's Rayna, Sir."
"Cropa." Rojac replied. He picked up his towel once more and swallowed a swig form his water bottle. "Thank you for the lesson, Rayna."
"No problem." She replied, brushing her hair back behind her ear from where it had come loose during the sparring match. "Say, Cropa. Would you like to accompany me to the Officer's mess for a drink from the juice bar?"
"Isn't it the guy that's supposed to ask the girl on a date, Rayna?"
"Yeah." She replied. "But the man's supposed to be the better fighter too, right?" The mischievous smile returned to her face.
[End Log]
Captain Cropa Rojac
Commanding Officer
&
Lieutenant Rayna Dior
Chief Helm Officer
USS Chimera NCC96899-C
Sent from: Jacksonville FL United States.