From:  Maxwell's Quarters

   Jenni got to the gym a few minutes ahead of the six AM deadline.  She wanted to see what the place had to offer since she had already planned on spending a lot of time there.  She also wondered what the Captain had in mind by calling this meeting.  She looked around for the two troopers assigned to Security, but she didn't see them as yet.

    he moved his feet as fast as he was able, trying to get the ball past the other guy, while trying not  to get beat..he did let a few go by... His  skills were made for  making marks, and the underhand  pass...and he was  fair with an American football. The Soccer stuff he used as  training to keep his  feet  quick

  He asked the Guy if he played for Manchester, or a club team.

The marine replied with a grin.
"Just a fan. Played some amateur football for Blackburn back in highschool, but thats about it. Nothing fancy." He gives the ball a good kick, sending it flying.

Meanwhile the last marines trickle in, amongst them those assigned to security. The flight engineers show up at exactly 06.00, with Kong-we being the last to enter, busy in a conversation with VanderBeek.

As Ascott stops his men and lets them stretch, captain Dorn hoist his burly frame upright and looks around. Doing a quick count in his head he is convinced most people that should be present are, then he walks to the center of the gym so everybody can gather round.

"People, good morning. Lieutenant Maxwell told me yesterday she was going to put some of the men through their paces, and Major Ascott and myself figured that would be a good thing for all of us, so thats why I wanted you all out here at this unchristly hour."
He paces up and down a bit, checking for reactions.
"Before I hand all of you over to her, I think it is as good a time as any for a general update on our situation. So listen carefully, I'm not going to repeat myself.
The reactor is working fine after the hard rezet yesterday, and the engines are powered and running. Despite a minor setback yesterday when a drone exploded in one of the exhausts there are no problems hindering us from getting moving. At 09.00 this morning we will be setting out, and if all goes as planned we will be entering a possibly habitable sector of planets in a little over four days.
The investigation concerning our malfunctioning AI and the theft of a dropship and some gear is still ongoing, there is not much I can tell you there.
Cpl. Patterson's condition has not changed, he is being kept in an artificial coma to keep him stable. Research to foreign cells in his blood is ongoing, there is no cause for alarm. They seem to activate only in radiation."
He paused, waiting for the soft murmering to die down again.
"Now, I will hand you over to lieutenant Maxwell for a nice workout. I'm sure she will get you all warmed up in no time."
Dorn gave a casual nod to Jennifer as he made his way to the bench and sat down again, grinning.

   There is a chuckle as the Ball goes By., The Pilot is about to chase after it, But Dron calls them in.

  as they walks towards the 'meeting' Kray says,..I played a season an' a 'alf for Geelong..in Ausie rules.. was doin'  damn good, 'till i got the  call to report to the MArco?..I keep tryin' ta get Marco to  find me some news of the last 100 years...gotta figure  Geelong  won some flags?.

 As they Listened, Shadow nodded a bit, more to himself. There was a good bet most of the folks here could get through some PT. He didn't worry too much about himself.
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   Jenni walked over to stand before the assembled crew.  "Thank you, Captain.  I'll try not to break them this morning."

   She smiled as she addressed the assembly.  "Good morning, people.  My name is Lieutenant Maxwell.  Since I don't know your fitness levels, we're going to do half of one of my light day workouts this morning.  Since we've never worked together before, Here is what I expect from each and every one of you.  We're going to..."  Maxwell explained each step of what she planned to do.


Warm up with a series of exercises... head circles, arm circles, arm/body twists, torso twists, and leg stretches

Jog in place for three minutes to get the blood moving

Push ups – performing 25 on the palms of your hands.
   "And we don't do girl pushups here.  Keep your backs straight.  Of course, if you want to impress me, you can do what I'm going to do..."

Knuckle push ups – perform 25 on your fists. Thumbs should face each other.

Sit ups – pair up and alternate with legs interlocked at the ankle, 25 repetitions

Squats – bodyweight squats keeping the back vertical, for 50 repetitions

Leg raises – lie on floor hands behind your head and feet together, then lift feet upwards to about a foot from the floor, hold for a ten count, then lower for a ten count, 20 reps

Squat thrusts – From a push up position jump both feet forward, so that you end up in a crouching position with palms still on the floor. Return feet back out again.  25 reps.

Mountain climbers – these are a bit like squat thrusts, but instead of both feet jumping forward, you perform a running motion with your feet, bringing each knee forward one at a time.  25 sets.

   "If you have any real questions, ask 'em now.  You might not have any breath later."
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  SHadow  Listened to   The LT...some of the stuff  were for the  desk jockeys..some were for the Marines.. He Just nodded  as she went through the list.

  He wasn't here to impress  anyone, he'd  do what he needed to do. His workouts  had a lot more  running and  agility training, the  working on brute  force.

  Looking around  for some one to pair  with, , if not he  would do do the sit ups   by himself.

  already in his mind was a course he  could  run through the  decks or the Hold to get distance in..while factoring in the chance to get some more  flight time.

Blake tries to shelve his thoughts about work, and go through the workout without forgetting everything. It didn't sound too hard.
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For the marines the workout is light, and they quickly go through the motions completing the routine in short order.
Most of the technical staff however was not nearly as fanatic. Getting through the push-ups wasn't too much trouble for most, but when the required knuckles had to come into play some of them failed. By the time they ended the routine, half of them were completely out of breath, one engineer even flat on his back trying to regain his bearings. All of them had to agree they had to practice a lot more.

Micaela's eye roll this time was less abashed. She didn't like getting jerked around or being on the receiving end of authority figures playing power games. If she had known about the wake up call and the exercise routine she wouldn't have had a problem with either, but this was different. This was grade A certified bulls***. The whole thing disgusted her and she was tempted to walk out.

But she didn't. She wasn't going to gain anything by being defiant in the face of 20 minutes of conditioning that she probably needed anyway. No, she didn't rebel... but that didn't mean she wasn't going to remember.

The woman wasn't able to fall in line immediately. She had to pull her laptop bag up and over her head before setting it aside, then she had to perform a bit of wardrobe magic by slipping out of her larger undershirt without taking off her smaller overshirt. Once she was done she was in far better condition for the work out.

As for the exercises themselves, Micaela at least finished them. Her conditioning left something to be desired, but she still exercised regularly... well, maybe semi-regularly. Some of the exercises Lou had barked out were outdated and inefficient, but, again, playing the rebel at this point wasn't productive. So she did as she was instructed, to the best of her ability, and hoped she looked like a good little trooper.

Once she was done she stood with her hands on her hips, sweating freely and trying to catch her breath while she looked around for something that might provide some water.

Not even sweating the Major himself hands out bottles of vitamin-water. Meanwhile he has his marines do ten more laps around the gym for good measure.

While nodding appreciatively to Jennifer Maxwell he then dismisses the engineers and bridge crew, just now noticing the captain had snuck out of the gym entirely.
He couldn't really blame Dorn. The man was getting older, had worked his entire life inside a small metal tube, and had a bad knee, or so he said. He would have to talk to him about setting examples though. Perhaps next time it would be better if the captain didn't come here at all, so he couldn't demotivate the crew that clearly had trouble keeping up with such simple routines.

Well, they couldn't all be marines, he figured.

   Shadow  walked towards the Major. letting others  grab water  first, his  chest rose  and fell, but he didn't look distressed.

   He watched the Civies  leave. when those  who needed the water  more received it.  Shadow then took one, took a  few  sips   and tighten the cap back on...Things Like this?.. makes   me  miss Geelong's  pitch.... I wonder if we could get somethin' set up.. have   teams and such..give the  crew something' to work their stress off , without feelin'...like they are worikin' thier  stress off!

 he  wiped his  forehead on his short sleeve as he watched the others.

Ascott looks around the gym for a moment, amused at the different reactions he sees concerning a simple workout.
"Those of you with things to do, go do them. Marines, do ten more laps, then report to me for a proper workout!"

   Shadow  Looks  around , taking another pair  of  small sips  before  replacing the cap.

  what ya  what me to  do Major?  I', the  only pilot  so far.. I was gonna shake down some  more fighters, that are prepped? he Looks around and shrugs ,..I'm gonna say you'er My Commanding Officer until someone else steps up?

"You report to the captain. Far as I know he intends to get this husk of a ship moving in a few hours, so shaking down more fighters won't be possible. Perhaps he can use you on the bridge, I don't know who pilots this thing." Ascott still grins widely. "Or, you can stay here and train with some proper soldiers, flyboy."

Stephen quickly ends his training routine, concluding that he needs a lot more to get in any decent shape. It will have to wait however, since he will be needed at engineering as soon as the ship sets sail. So after a quick shower he will get his crew to work there.

 There is his  Half smile as he looks at the Marines,Well, Major?  I never  flew nothing bigger then a transport Shuttle, and i got written up for that... seems they didn't like me gettin' the  fighters to our base faster then red tape said so?

 ..some of these folks look like they could  keep up with me?  If  Ya don't mind.. Maybe  I stay here a bit, then I can report  to the Bridge..'less the  Captain wants me there sooner?

 His eyes shift  around as he leans a bit  closer,..'ow bad  , that bloody Drone hurt the engines?

Hans finishes the sprints get had been dowing, panting in exhaustion. Grabbing a bottle of vitamin  water he chugs it down,finishing half the bottle before coming up for air again.

Steadying his breathing as he sips a little more sedately he moves off to the showers to clean up before going to medical.

Medical==>

"Nothing fancy. It burned up in the exhausts what i hear, and a bit of a backflash burned through some fuel pumps. Routine work for the engine crew, and it gave them some practice. I hear Cornell had it done within three hours."
Ascott looked around as if searching for someone, then added, "Join the men in the laps, I have to talk to Maxwell for a bit. I'll get you all whipped up good right after that."

The major then walked over to where the head of security was cooling down.
"Nice job lieutenant. Nothing too bad for the engineers and civilians to get started with, and it gave me a chance to see who needs more work. I do hope you intend to have your security detail work a bit harder than this though."

  taking  another small sip, he places the  Bottle under his  cap on the bench and   he  waited for an open space and  joined in the laps, using his  distance  stride   for now  as when he sused to run a round the Base..or the Deck when they were permitted...

   he begins to think through the  fighters and   what he feels are the  strong points...and drawbacks, from the  paces he put them through.

   Lt. Maxwell smiled.  "My people will be getting more than just exercise.  I will be teaching them martial arts, both open hand and weapon katas for tonfa and staff.  They will also get training in nonlethal weapon options.  Those classes begin this afternoon.  Don't worry, Sir.  I'll give them back to you in better condition than when I got them."

Blake finishes up the exercise and leaves without saying a word. (To previously written bridge posts)

Micaela accepted the water from the Major and then watched his interaction with Lou while she drank. She wasn't sure if, as a civilian consultant, she would be included in this regimen of self defense or not. She wasn't sure if she wanted to be. She's by lying if she said she had never considered martial arts training (she had started a few New Years resolution at a dojo, but it never lasted more than two month), but she just didn't spend all that much time in personal peril. Were things different now? Where the people that had tried to kill them still here? Would they try again?

"I guess that's what I'm trying to find out." she said softly to herself. Or, more precisely, to find out if Marco was going to try to kill them. And it was time to get on with it.

Once there was a break in the conversation between the Major and the Lieutenant, Micaela interposed herself.

"What's the plan this morning?" she asked.

   Lt Maxwell excused herself from the Major and turned to Miss Nieves.  "Get cleaned up, get some breakfast, and be at the section by eight.  Some of today will be used for settling everyone into their new position.  Please reserve your other questions until eight.  I will let everyone know the day's activities at that time.  If there's nothing else, I could also use a change of clothing and a bite to eat."

"If I may," Ascott interfered, "What is your name young lady?" He turned to look at Micaela.
"I do not remember assigning you to security."
He shrugged.
"Not that I mind, there are more people awake than I have tasks for anyway, so I love seeing people make themselves useful, but since security is ultimately under my responsibility, I'd like to know who I am dealing with."
He shot Jennifer a quick wink.

   Shadow will Run laps  until the Marines  stop, then run one more, since he started  late.

  Making his way back to the bench where his  Had  and  Water is, he'll stop and  take a few sips. As he  tries to see  if any of the Marines are faces he remembers.