A church built as a pre-rec so those who wish to worship any of the old ways  would be welcome to.however...no holy folks signed up..Military or civie...until now..it has been vacant.

The Chapel was not hard to find, though it was in a sorry state. it was covered in layers of dust and the pews were all in disorder. Ethan sighed as he rolled up his sleeves. His silent prayer was that he would have the strength to carry on. He had just taken on two jobs, medic and chaplin and there was still counseling and everything else that went along with being a Chaplin. It only took a bit of looking to find cleaning supplies. Scrubbing the Chapel took much longer. He did it right, scrubbing ceiling to floor and everything in between. He had to scrub the floors on his hands and knees, which brought back memories of Loyola University. Of course the work also kept his mind off the little girl. He would be saying prayers for her soul until the day he died. He put his MP-3 player on and the earbuds in to make the time go faster. He sang along with AC/DC:

I was caught
In the middle of a railroad track (Thunder)
I looked 'round,
And I knew there was no turning back (Thunder)
My mind raced
And I thought what could I do? (Thunder)
And I knew
There was no help, no help from you (Thunder)
Sound of the drums
Beatin' in my heart
The thunder of guns!
Tore me apart
You've been - thunderstruck!
Rode down the highway
Broke the limit, we hit the ton
Went through to Texas, yeah Texas
And we had some fun
We met some girls,
Some dancers who gave a good time
Broke all the rules, played all the fools
Yeah, yeah, they, they, they blew our minds
And I was shakin' at the knees
Could I come again please.
Yeah the ladies were too kind
You've been - thunderstruck, thunderstruck
Yeah yeah yeah, thunderstruck
Oh, thunderstruck, yeah
Yeah
Now we're shaking at the knees
Could I come again please.
Thunderstruck, thunderstruck
Yeah yeah yeah, thunderstruck
Thunderstruck, yeah, yeah, yeah
Said yeah, it's alright
We're! Doing fine
Yeah, it's alright
We're! Doing fine
So fine
Thunderstruck, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Thunderstruck, thunderstruck, thunderstruck
Whoa baby, baby, thunderstruck
You've been thunderstruck, thunderstruck
Thunderstruck, thunderstruck, thunderstruck
You've been thunderstruck

  There is a knock at the door of the chapel, two marines  entered,  taking off thier hats,..Preacher Graham?  The Commander sent  somethings over. He said...even  though this building is  not a military building, its on his ship, and you are a crewmember..so we were told to bring these items here..

 7 other MArines  came in bringing some crates with  cann goods, cleaning supplies  and bedding as well as a small crate with the name ESN Theta stenciled on. there was also a cross with a circle around it...this here..its chapelin supplies  from the Theta...one of the first ships to go out  with the colonies...it was hit  by Demons...this crate was parft of the salvage...Commander thought you could use  it....and?...we are at you disposal for the next 4 hours...so..what do you need done , Sir?

Oh now what? I thought he was serious about having a chaplin, but...

 

...I am sorry God. I should trust you more. I will remember this lesson.
He was shocked and amazed. His eyes went wide and he ran both hands through his hair. He blew out, hard. "Uhhh...well I need this place cleaned, scrubbed top to bottom. The pews need to be in two rows. The confessional should be built in that corner, the dark one. People are more likely to confess in the dark." He was a bit overwhelmed. He opened the crate and found candles, holy water, insense burners, ampules, a large cross, some paraphenalia from other religions, ones he was unfamiliar with. He wouldn't even know how to set them up.

He decided not to set them up for fear of doing it wrong. "Those small shelves over there are for candles. Devout light them when they pray, sort lighting the prayer's way to heaven. All but the skinney ones, those go in the candleobras. The candleobras go up by the alter." There was so much to do he had trouble figuring out what came first. "The cross should go up behind the alter..."

He helped. He didn't just give out orders, that wasn't the Jesuite way. Orders were to be followed and given. He was able to help and so he did. It took far less time with nine able bodied marines helping. When they were done, just as with Nigel he told them about Mass tonight and told them to tell their friends. He thanked them all, shook each of their hands and offered to bless them if they wanted...

  the 4 hours  went  fast, the marines worked steady...most of the  work was done, thought there  was still some to do.

 Now and again a Civie  would pop thier heads in to see what was going on...then move off to tell other folks in "town"..or  go down to the  housing level to spread the  word.

The Marines had been such a blessing. They left and most of the work had been accomplished. There were still loose ends to handle, polishing the brass and putting the lectern into place among them. He could handle it, though. It was no longer overwhelming. He worked with earbuds in place switching now to something classical and soft to get him into the proper mood for Mass.

When he was done, or at least as done as possible, he knelt in the center of room and crossed himself. He asked God to consecrate this place and make it a safe haven for those who sought its refuge. He asked for a good turn out. Most of all though he asked for guidance. Since arriving here he had felt the hand of providence was in this. The fact that his skills could be of use, the fact that the Chapel had gone unused, and the curiousity of the civilians had led him to believe there could be room for God on this vessel.

He sprinkled a bit of holywater onto the floor and toosed it to the four corners of the room. He nodded and went over to light a candle. His candle was for the poor girl he had tried to help. Then he went to the doorway and prepared to welcome any who wished to come, even if it was just the curious.
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Angela had went to the Rec deck for some off time to herself, and a bottle of rum...until she overheard a group talking about the Chapel being opened for the first time.

She made her way to the chapel to go check it out leaving her unopened bottle on the table. She walked up to the doors where Ethan was standing and bowed her head to him. "Good afternoon Father." She didn't waist anymore time except for his greeting, making her way straight to the candles. She picked up the one burning candle and used it to light fifteen others slowly, saying a small, silent prayer to those who had fallen as she lit them.

A hint of a smile crept across his face. Then she greeted him as "father." he was quick to correct, "I cannot claim that title any longer. I will answer to Preacher, but I perfer Ethan." he stood aside and let her pass, following at a distance. He watched her lighting candles with purpose. rare these days for someone to have so many prayers, but she obviously knew what...or whom she prayed for. He stood silently, simply watching.

She was pretty...but there was something about her that was not quit right. He shook his head. Left the clergy to find the perfect woman and you'll have left for nothing. When finally she turned back around he motioned to the big closet like thing in the back corner. "I have the confessional opened. The Church won't recognize any absolution I give, but God will. Besides its more about the act of confessing than whom you confess too. I will be holding a Mass this evening, if you wish to participate you are welcome. Please tell others as well. Even those who are simply curious are welcome."

He waited for her to decide about confession...

As she turned around she lowered her head to Ethan. "I'm sorry Ethan, but I don't need confession...Confession is of the old way, when people didn't have self control like we do now." She looked up to him with a strong look. "I only came to set things right with my old wing mate who had fallen on mars during a harsh attack that nearly took my life. I promised them I would not forget them and I have fulfilled that promise to them." She looked to the confession booths then back to him. "I was stuck in a closet to recover for five years. I barely stay in my quarters which is much bigger."

She moves passed him but stops before  passing the door frame. "I'm sorry, but I will let others know that you are open." She looked back, looking like she was near to tears, before heading out the door, back to the rec dec.

Rec Dec>>>

Sad to watch her leave in such obvious pain, Ethan calls out to her, "If you just want someone to talk to, you can find me here."

Well if all the crew were as troubled as this girl, her had a lot of work ahead of him. Perahps he should trouble the captain? He went off himself to locate Hack.

<<Hanger Deck>>
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Returning to the Chapel he went into the small quaters behind. He changed to the uniform and kept his own overcoat. He went back out into the main chapel and waited for more "customers."

  A Man stops at the Chapel door. he  is  still glistening with sweat and soot from working in the foundry...he steps in  and asks,heard you was open?..was wondering ...if...i could talk to you about somthing?

Ethan gave the man a warm and welcoming smile. "Anything you like, come this way." He ushers the man inside. "Do you perfer the confessional or a pew? Either is fine with me. No one else is here, we are alone and you may speak freely."

well...a pew'll be good..ain't been in a real church since i was little...  The Man looked  around  and walked in, and sat downsorry for not gettin' cleaned up an' all...just knew i wouldn't  come in, if i went home first...

 he fiddles with his cap in his hands  and says, I play on the football team..we have that big game  coming up when we reach Olympus..well..4 folks from the Hermes  died  in Fuji...three of them were teammates...the other fella..well..he was a big fan..ya know..never  could play or nothin' but he liked us..did  stats  and such fer us...we  all sorta liked him..even if he was a desk officer...

 well...there is  words going on. like them Hades  folks  might have had something to do with it...but they didn't go after Miller, or Shadow..or  none of us linemen...these folks..they were backups..and a punter..and a paperpusher...i don't know  how to deal with this..I mean..in the game...I will make them pay..you bethca..every hit...its gonna be for one of them...but..when i'm at home...not playing..or workin' how do yoou understand this?

He smiles at the man's sentiments about being clean. Cleanlyness was next to Godlyness. It was necessary, though. "In ancient times, Church was held in the homes of believers. God only asks that we give him our best, not that we are perfect."

The next bit was harder. "Dealing with the loss of friends and loved ones is the most difficult of tasks we are given in this life. Occupying our minds with other things is a very good option, 'Idle hands are the Devil's workshop,' after all. Let me ask you something, my friend. Is it simply that they are gone that troubles you? Or is it the method of their departure? This is a militaey vehicle, death lives with us daily. I believe you were prepared to loose commrades, just not over something so...unsportsmanlike...as this."

Ethan points to the candles. "THose are prayer candles. My guess is that if you light one and pray for the souls of the departed then you may feel a little better. Come back tomorrow and the day after and so on. Tell God how you feel. Tell Him your troubles and sorrows, your hurts and your happyness. Let him listen to you and comfort you. I will pray with you, if you feel better that way."

He noddes, "Right now the hurt is fresh. Give it a little time. You may find tht it fades. It may fade faster is you choose to think of the fun and good times you had with your friends. If you need, I can prescribe something to help you sleep. I find that above all sleep helps heal wounds, both physical and mental."

  The Man lowered his shoulders and nodded his head,Thank you Preacher...i think i will try that.... he got up and moved to the canles, he reached in his pocket and pulled some credit chips out, placing them in the slot of the holder...he knelt and was silent.

 He wouldm be so, for a good  15 minutes, before  getting up, and making his way to the doors, he stops, smiles  slightly, Thank ya , Preacher....

OOC: I thought the credit things were imbedded?

He crosses the man. "Go with God. If you need someone to talk to you can find me here."

This was most distressing. Sure those men were killed for something other than a sporting event. The cheapness of life appauled him.

  for the next few hours, there was not much going on...people on the street passed by, some looked in..kids would wave...but towards  the 'night'.some of the older Civies  stopped by.

  They came in.8 of them...they looked around inside the building,a smaller, older man , who worked the blueprints at the metalshopwhat kinda church ya got here son?

Ethan welcomed them in and showed them around. "The Chapel is for all faithes, though I myself and a Catholic. Did you need something specific?"

  The older  fellow  just shook  his head. A young mother was there, holding  a child  about 5, the other 5 people ran the gambit  from teens to 30's ( or what would look like 30..considering the things in thier  system when the  volunteered to join the Hermes)

 well..it  don'[t matter  much, not too many of us have anything  in our backrounds..most of us go by the Many gods, and the 9 hells...but..well..some of us are looking  for more answers...That Young Lady there, her Husband  was killed in our first action against the Demons...she lives on the same block as us..we sorta...well sorta take care of each other...we were just wondering ..ya  know,,,what we might learn here?

Ethan had to pause a long while. He went over to the woman and placed his hand on her child's head, a silent prayer for the babe, and then he crossed them both. He spoke so that all could hear. "I can offer knowledge of what is called the old way. I can teach you about the one true God and how He has shown himself to his different creations differently. The precepts of this faith are simple: Put others first, serve others, forgive others, and pray for even your enemy that they might find their way to the gates of Heaven. How is this done? It is against our nature as Humans to love others, and put others first. It is done with fiath. I have faith. All of you have it too, even if you do not acknowledge it.

Tonight we celebrate the sacrament of the Lords Supper. I ask you to join me."

  They all look to the OPlder fellow  who nods  and motions them to take thie rplaces in the pres. One of the yonger boys  grins as he says,...I bet you won't  get them pilots  to want to wish them demon folks well!

  an slightly older boy, elbows him and pushes him towards the pews.

He stopped the boy, because this was important. "Loving your enemys and even praying for them does not require passivity. If someone pushes you, you should put your guard up and stand your ground. If they push you again, push back hard. Understand that God expects you to protect yourself, not allowing others to hurt or kill you."

When everyone took seats he went back up front and took a basket of wafers. He took one and passed it around, expecting the others to understand they should take one as well. When it had made its way through the small group he took it back and sat in front of the pews. This was a solomn occassion but not one that required ceremony. He broke the wafer "Christ came to Earth to bring mankind closer to God. On the eve of his arrest and crusifixion he ate the Feast of the Passover with his closest friends. He said 'Do this in rememberance of me.' We break the bread to represent the body of Christ, broken for our transgretions." He ate the bread and then went to a trey of tiny cups of wine. He took one and passed the rest around as before. "We drink the wine to represent the blood of Christ, spilled for our sins." He drank and then let the solomness of the event settle in.

"Thank you all for coming. Though Christ was killed, he rose again after 3 days. That is the hope we carry. He rose and returned to Heaven where we will one day meet Him." He points to the confessional, "I will hear confession now."

He went and took the place of the priest in the confessional.

  Both boys looked up to ethan as he smoke, the  younger one nodded with a slight bit of staisfaction. The  younger one  says,..That's more like  it...I hear some people think we should just give in to the demons...some others  think we should join them..not me... Mr. Kane  was a nice man...he was one of   the Hermes Marines....when i get old enough....i'm gonna be a pilot...and i'm going to take out  whole ship loads of demons, for what they did to him!
  The Older boy simply put  a hand on the yonger one's shoulder...the older lad  was closer to signing up. He had a grim look about him.

 The widow  of the MArine, still holding her child said,someone  back on earth, had  an old bible....they said somethign  about hating  other people....when that book was written...they did not know about Demons....

 The Older  fellow held  up a hand to quiet everyone,..some say the Angels who were the Keepers of earth, wrote that book...to try and keep law  and oeder on the planet...others think its   just a collection of stoires, for the same reason...the older half of the book, speaks of many wars..with god helping those one his side...they say that was the last of the Angels in power,who aided those who did not  take up  the Demon's  ways....I don't know  about any of that...can't remember more then a few stories passed down by my great great grand mother. But  if there is  a God? The there is a devil..then he grins  at ethan, we already know there are angels and Demons!

After the  small service,  the poeple ask when the next time he will do somethign like this...Only the  widow  and the older man try the coffessional...the woman feels guilty for feeling attracted to one of the young pilots she meets as she works as a waitress...she feels she is dishonoring his husband's memories...The Older man...only confesses a deep hate towards the Demons and  any who side with them...he is eaten away at being too old to fly, and  would not  be accepted for Combat service...even in the ship's gunnery section..at best..he could  only join as a support member...with no fighting , unless the ship was boarded...

Ethan had a lot of work to do. He had his own philosophy about this, but it would take time to compile and write down. "Lets save the theology for later. I have much to teach you if you want. Sunday mornings I will hold what amounts to a service where I teach theology. I will hold this service three times a week and I will be available for confession whenever I am not on other duties."

In the confessional he listens to the woman first. "I understand you feelings of guilt, but God made us all as sexual creaures. You should not feel ashamed for wanting another man. I would caution your rushing that aspect of a relationship, though. It is meant for marriage, so at the very least be sure this is a man you will marry first. Go with God, your sins are absolved."

The man is more difficult. "Listen, hatred is a difficult thing. God made us with the full capability of emotion, but the only manual on its use is the Bible. We are to hate sin but not the sinner. It is a difficult distinction. I would ask you to pray earnestly for God to remove the hate from your heart. Think of it this way, should we be boarded you may be called on to fight. Who fightes better, the man who hates or the one who has a clear mind to think and plan. In any case, I absolve you of your sins. Go with god."

  the oithers  waited  for the older  man and woman, they left together, saying...a very least...they will be there  sunday. The older fellow  points to the marquee on the building,..might what to put up your  hours  and shut there son...some folks walking by, might see it...

Ethan nodes. As they small group leaves he begins working on the marque, getting things as close to normal as possible.

  through the rest of the day,  a few people stop  on the siewalk and eiether write  down  the time postings, or point and speak  about the sign, then move on..none others  approach, though it seems like a few are interested.

With nothing else to do he goes to his own quarters for some sleep.

His quarters are spartan, but he needed little. A bed, a closet, a sink and toilet, bare walls except for a mirror, and a footlocker. He went to the box of supplies and found a wooden wall cross and an "open heart" statue of Jesus. he hung the cross and put the statue beside the sink.

He unpacked his own belongings. He stowed his pistol, deciding it was probably bad form to carry two. He hung his clothing, stored his personal items in the footlocker, and washed up. He looked at the bed. He wasn't really tired. he decided to go and find a drink.

<<REC DECK>>

Exploring this portion of the ship Justin came across this unused portion of the ship. Interesting he thought, meandering through its interior, its apparent use was obvious, however albeit no longer being treated as such. Speculatively he glanced about noting that its dimensions were ideal for a martial arts training facility. Sending a brief test to the bridge requesting status of the room, enquiring whether it could be converted or was to remain the same.
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  right  now, the place had been cleaned up, icons  and such put  where they should be, pews   unstacked  and  set up, candle holders  with boxes of  extra canles nearby, some of the candle  holders had lit  candles in.

 The "priest's " quarters were now empty, as the new preacher left to ply his trade on Fuji.

  except for the lit candles, the place looked like it  had not seen much use.

Sending a brief test to the bridge requesting status of the room, enquiring whether it could be converted or was to remain the same.

 Lilly answered,um...i dunno  LT. Ask about the town, she if anyone is using it..if not..contact the  Commander when he gets back from the meeting...

In reply to Justin (msg #35):


Reading the reply form bridge Justin rubbed his chin texting in reply to Lilly's responce Please confirm and resend
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Whilst waiting for the bridge to resend their last textcom Justin undertook further exploration of the area uncovered a quantity of capsules, sachets of white powder and a number of medical implements Justin sent word to the nearest aid station requesting an MedTech and Security Personal  to collect the possible contraband. Finishing this request moments before a snippet window popup notified Justin of his associates arrival at Fugi. After being ushered from the dock  and ensconced under ESN intelligence protocols.

  Lilly  said over his Com,..you will have to ask around town, if anyone is using the church...if not..then you will have to ask  the Commnader, if you may use the area...it is sorta grey area..being its in the Civie section and all...

In reply to Justin (msg #38):


Roger that Lilly, it also provides an explanation for what I've just found. I had a mental image of a Priest administering certain substances to his parishioners...

After an extensive training session Justin showered changed and strolled through the ship, headed nowhere in particular. Focused on the messes he needed to find solutions for, both for his peace of mind and to help his friends. So it was that he found himself in the quiet chapel, seated on one of the ire pews. Curiously he glanced about, wondering how he ended up there, first things first which meant heading to the Bridge to meeting with Libby.


-->> To the bridge
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 this  is the ships  Do-Jo..of  sorts..it was meant top be a chapel, but the preacher bailed..this building is now a Gym...

Hunter walks to the entrance and takes of his boots before entry, placing them to one side.
In with a small carry bag, then uses the changing area to change in to
a Light Gi, with black belt and two white strikes, at the other end is a single gold band.
He uses the wash areas to clean symbolically.
Then finds a quiet corner to kneel and meditate.
Eyes closed he contemplates his inner self.


I am one.
I am balance.
The waves flows the sand stirs and remains.
So shall I

Hunter consider the last 24 hours, the first was due to the fact of ignorance and assumption of danger facing both him and Xyran.
The second was his fault he should have checked the situation further before disturbing the situation.
"So learn Hunter or die", he snarls to him self.
Hunter rises fluid and deadly, his blade whips in a fast Iaido draw followed by a series of Kata's, as he works up a sweat.
Then sheathing the sword he moves into his martial arts kata, driving him self hard into each set seeking perfection and peace though his art.
Hunter continues for some time or until he is disturbed
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  2 Civies  walk in. They have  Duffel bags and Nod to  Hunter  as they cross the  floor tot he stairs going  down. Above ..what used to be  the Church proper," There are a few Green Half-angels using the  Archery 'range" with there bows.

 The  Civies  watch   Hnter for a second, then head down the stairs, as the doors is open, echos of Grunts and shouts  come from the doorway.

In reply to Hunter (msg # 43):

Hunters stops bows back , waits to see where they are going then continues

In reply to John Hunter (msg # 44):

Hunter drives him self hard each kata repeated till it is sharp and with out fault.
Then allows him self to come down of his high and reaches into his pack and removes a small stand and a polished piece of granite, and places it in front of him
and resumes the meditation once more.
As he studies the stone he considers Sensei's teaching
"Hunter San consider the stone, of your land it is hard unyielding yet water can break it time can shatter it".
"The way bends as it passes along the path what is true today is true tomorrow."
"Only our perceptions of the event alter."
"So be like the mountain aspen bend in the wind live and experience life".
"One does not live and learn by being immovable".


Hunter bows gracefully to a point some where unseen.
Then rises packing every thing away then going and showering.
------> to rec deck

Irina walked in wearing sweat pants, and sleeveless shirt with ESN in big black letters. She spent a few minutes cycling between various weight machines. After that the little Russian taped up her hands, and found a punching bag. A steady thump thump filled the air as Irina pounded the bag for all she was worth.

  Two men walked in, they headed to the  'swing  Pulleys'  and hooked up. Dummy Pulse  rifles where taken from a rack, and the  men, facing a mirror began practicing, close  combat, moves while the pulleys  resisted.

 ...Hey.....Hawk?....Guess what i heard....

 ..what's....that?...neil?

 ...The ...main force....they are....flying   in..with Volunteer fighter  Pilots....Shadow..was the first one to Volunteer...but..they still don't have ....enough  Pilots...

 they'll find....some....always...do...

---> from med tech 3 post #19

After swinging by her quarters and changing into clothes suitable for sparring and working out, she warms up going through various forms and patterns working on several dummies. Once warmed up she works on flexibility and strikes. If anyone comes in she offers to spar with them.

After completing an hour of training, Hawkeye wraps up her routine going through a short 20 minute yoga routine focused on cooling down. Once done she checks her comm as she heads back to the Med Lab for a quick shower and then decides to grab a quick bite at the rec deck. She sends Rolf a comm, asking if he wants to meet for dinner later in the evening.

---> Rec Dec Post 850 -->

-----> from non com thread

Going into the gym she looked around, seeing the remnants of what used to be a church set her are ease a bit. She began working out on freeweights for upper body since she was limited on lower body.

 The basement of the  chapel has  showers and lockers, males to the elft, females to the right. the  main floor  has padding for sparring  and    exercise. on either  sie  are free weights and benches...where the alter used to be  is the  bags and a  few other machines.

 on either side of the balcony are archery targets  set up, there are some Green Angel Rangers there   that  are either practicing   or teaching  troops  how to use   the bows they carry

After reaching muscle failure on the free weights gets some thin gloves, just enough to protect her flesh from the bags but no padding. She begins working the weighted bags doing a combination of elbows and punchs. "Jab, punch, hook, uppercut" she mumbles under her breath while throwing the combinations.

She continues to work the bag working in a few spinning backfists and elbows into the combinations. She is doing 3 minute rounds with 1 minute rest in between. While she is working she watches the archery going on across the room.

  there are a a handful of folks  working out, a few   going at it hard, others  just messing around staying Loose.

  a Wiry little MArine with too many tattoos comes over to Carmen,..you hit that bag pretty good? Can you hit a real

Garrat comes in, his tattoos glowing faintly, and lays into an wraps his hands.  He takes a deep stance in front of an available bag and slams it with concussive force.

Garrat's com link chimes
Garrat Hunter you wished to talk?

In reply to Carmen (msg # 53):

"Well yes usually, however doc told me to take it easy on the leg until tomorrow. But I'll be more than happy to go at it tomorrow morning. What'da say?"

  the overly tattooed  fellow nods,...you bet!..getting tired  of  tossing these big lugs  around.... he grins.

In reply to John Hunter (msg # 55):

Garrat coms John, "on my way, see you at the coffee shop."

In reply to Carman (msg # 57):

"Ok sounds good I am going to shower and get some breakfast."

She sticks her hand out to shake on it "I'm Carmen"

Then she heads to the showers. After she showers and gets dressed she head to breakfast.

----> exit to civie section
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In reply to Garrat Wolfrim (msg # 58):
 Hunter's message is short and to the point
"civi section coffee shop, I am talking to the owner"
Hunter out

Three quarters through his regular routine Ickababs com toned. Pausing he tapped the received button to read the message from John. Tapping out a Come as are or is there time to shower and change which he sent to the Sgt.

  Since   the  'holy Joes' failed to keep the chapel  going , which is  in the Civi section. It wa turned into  a smaller   work out place.

 The  upper  floor  where choir  and the like  would sit...has  beem  turned into archery ranges  alone  each side..  close  to  50  or60 yards  from where the archer  shoot, to the Butts...The Burian archers   use them,  Flores  practices here  as well.

  the   on each side of the main floor  are  small shower  areas  and  'box  lockers' Clothing has to be jammed in or policed on the  floor.

  free weights  and benches  are along the   wall.. to the left of the main doors are mats  for  Hand  to hand. to the right  is  a ring  for   Boxing .

Non-Coms Quarters

Having come across the former chapel during her walk last night, Tarja had felt that the space would be perfect for her small to train in without the whole world watching them or as a space for her to train and unwind in.

Dressed in a pair of lycra shorts and a vest top that nicely showed off her muscular arms and legs, Tarja would enter the gym  a little ahead of the others and begin arranging the mats out on the floor in preparation for the morning’s session.

------>>>>>>>> From Non-Com Quarters

 Meari walked in carrying a large duffle bag, and wearing skin tight spandex looking pants, and a spandex type top that worked as a bra as well, looks like maybe the Udenese equivalent of a sports bra, but covers a little less than the average sports bra.

 Meari put her bag down, she did have her combat boots on and her dual Udenese pair knives as well. This session was for Udenese Martial Arts so most likely no weapons training but she brought a few just in case someone wanted to try some of the other weapons she brought.

 Meari then began to stretch out, her powerful muscles on display with her tight outfit, Meari was extremely muscular but she was also very sexy and feminine it was a fine line Meari was walking though on being too muscular to be feminine and sexy.

 Meari then nodded at Tarja," Good morning Tarja, this was a very good idea, then we have the tunnel run tonight. Who has reported in that they are coming?"

Andruss, Belle and Balker  entered the  Gym,  they all had   Gym shorts  and   Hermes T's

Hearing Meari enter, Tarja would look up from where she was arranging the mats to see the tall Udenese woman enter wearing an outfit that showed off her muscular physique and carrying a duffel bag which Tarja would give a curious look ”I haven’t received any messages, but I did strongly infer to team that they should attend…mech riders can join if they like” she replied suspecting the training would hold more value to the AI than the riders.

A few minutes later Belle, Andruss and Balker would arrive in PT gear, with Tarja waving them over to join them ”we give others a few minutes to join us then Meari can get us started” Tarja said to the group as she started doing some stretches in preparation.

 Conrad ,Barlet, Paskins, Velta,   Conrad seemed to be leading them in Paskins looked..very bad, with red  eyes    and had   not showered yet.

 Got every one here... we  managed to pour paskins out of his  bottle...

 Paskins  winced...don't talk so ;loud..we were on shore leave....sheesh..

The rest of the team would arrive a few minutes later with Conrad in the lead followed by a decidedly rough looking Paskins ”and now you are back, yes? Don’t worry it’s nothing a little PT won’t fix” Tarja replied to Paskins in a cheery voice and with a sadistic smile.

With the group forming a rough semicircle  in front of Meari , Tarja  would gesture for her to begin.

 Meari smiled at Paskins, this was going to be rough on him, war never sleeps she then said," Paskins, what if this was a call to go into combat we are at War are we not." She said it in a loud cold almost mechanical but sexy voice.

 Meari then got up from her stretching and flexed ehr powerful muscles and body. She was muscular but very sexy as well. " Now I will show you the basics of Udenese Martial Arts, it uses str, power, agility and smarts to fully use your str against them and put them into positions where their str is useless. This Martial Arts was designed to fight the bigger stronger Verians. We can adapt it to the bigger stronger Demons now."

 Meari then said," First I will show you a basic Xatava, you call it a Kata I believe, call out when ready."

Once Meari had given her opening remarks Tarja and the others would move into position so as to get the session started, with Tarja signalling for Meari to begin once everyone had spread out sufficiently.

She would keenly watch the Udenese woman’s movements as started to show them the first set of moves before attempting to replicate the moves herself when called to do so, watching Meari for any further instructions she may have.
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The group would work their way through the different Xatava’s Meari showed them, with the group seeming to grasp the basic concepts relatively quickly…or at least as far as she was concerned with her hoping to add yet another weapon to their arsenal and cement their position as most dangerous unit in the fleet though she suspected that some might dispute that claim. They were wrong, but they could dispute it.

 Meari ran the group through the basics of the martial art, Meari slowed when she did it, the others where not there yet, but everyone was picking it up. After they wet through the basics and Meari showed a few moves she asked for a volunteer to spare with her. " Ok now you have a handle on the basics who would like to try their luck against me?"

After working through the Xatava’s a little longer,  Meari  would call for a volunteer  to spar against so as to demonstrate the new moves. There were a few moments of silence with everyone seemingly waiting for someone else to volunteer first until Tarja decided that she ought to step up to get her ass handed to her first ”I will do it” Tarja said as she stepped forward onto the mat facing Meari.

After flexing her fingers and rolling her shoulders Tarja would raise her hands into the first Xatava. She was under no illusion that she didn’t really stand a chance but she would at least try and give a good showing of herself.

Once she was ready she would nod her head to signal that she was ready to go.

 Meari took her stance, she looked very serious, and then said," Ok Tarja now try to attack me, use the techniques to try to take down a bigger stronger opponent." This was a perfect test for Tarja to see what she got out of the training.

A small smile would creep across Tarja’s face before disappearing as she launched a quick feint to Meari’s left before sending a blow out towards her face. Regardless as to whether the blow landed or not she would step closer to Meari so she wouldn’t benefit from her longer reach before attempting one of the Xatava’s she’d just learnt.

  Meari watched Tarja closely, she was in warrior mode right now, she easily saw the feint, Meari blocked the punch to her face but it seemed like Meari didnt expect Tarja to be so good her first time. Meari then watched her move forward, Meari knew she was trying to eliminate Mearo's reach advantage very smart.

 Then Tarja performed the Vargon Xatava and got an actual glancing hit on Meari, but then Meari moved with speed people wouldn't expect of her size and swept Tarja's legs taking her to the ground. Meari smiled and said," Excellent you did extremely well for your first time, now I will play very serious, shall we go again Tarja?"

Moving quicker than she expected; Meari managed to avoid the blow to her face with her having seemingly ignored her initial feint. Also despite her executing the Xatava correctly Tarja's inexperience with the technique meant that she was only able to deliver a glancing blow before Meari swept her legs out from under her.

Using the momentum of her fall Tarja would quickly roll across the mat and back onto her feet ready to begin again "Give her hell corps!" someone called good naturedly from behind her as Tarja went to make her next move.

 Meari smiled, Tarja was good, but unless Meari made a mistake she would beat her. Meari watched Tarja roll and get back up. Meari then went on the offensive, using only the Xatava's Meari taught them. Meari went for a strike to Tarja's chest, but Tarja got out of the way, then Tarja blocked another attack. Tarja was doing well it was just Meari's physical attributes and experience was too much for her, and Meari was able to get Tarla in a hold and then did a martial throw of Tarja, but Tarja did land mostly on her feet but did land on a knee.

 Meari smiled again and said," Very good Tarja you are doing exceptional, one more time?"

With Meari not only more experienced in Udenese martial arts but also far larger and heavier than her, it was no surprise to Tarja find herself slowly losing the bout. Her attacks easily repulsed by Meari and with it taking all of her concentration to block those that came back her way. Yet despite this she would continue to push the attack hoping to find an opening right up until Meari threw her bodily over her shoulder.

It would take Tarja a few moments to recover from that particular move, though to her credit she would get back to her feet and get ready to go again as the rest of the unit continued to shout encouragement to the both of them ”ok, third time is charm I think, yes?”

 Meari was emotionless she was in warrior mode, she smiled at Tarja. Tarja attacked again but still tried to get to close, that is when Meari decided to end it, she used a wrestling type Xarava and began using her weight and strength to control and subdue Tarja. After Meari got Tarja in a very painful hold she said," You did excellent, now everyone pair up and practice."

 Meari helped Tarja up and said." You did excellent only a little training and you did well against a much larger, heavier more experienced opponent."

The third, and what would prove to be the final bout would start like the others with Tarja moving in close, to deny Meari her superior reach, and launch a series of attacks in the hope of driving her back and pinning her against a wall so she couldn’t escape. Unfortunately on this occasion Tarja would get a little too close and find herself being grappled by the far larger and stronger Meari who despite Tarja’s best efforts would bring her down to the ground and put her into a decidedly painful lock ”Ah Ah setä! setä!…I yield!” Tarja called in a pained voice until Meari released her hold and helped her back to her feet whilst the rest of the team paired off to begin sparring with one another ”I am quick study…though not quick enough apparently” Tarja replied as she tried to flex some life back into her arm, with the experience being a little too reminiscent of being tormented by her older brothers ”you will have to teach me more I think” she said, interested in learning more regardless of whether or not the unit adopted it into their training regime.

 Meari of course let Tarja go and then watched as the others paired up. After Tarja's remarks Meari replied," You did exceptional, with a vey little training and yes I will teach you a lot more, you have very good basics and yes you are a good student. While they train I will show you more advanced moves."  Meari then smiled and begins to show Tarja more advanced moves and Xatatas.

After flexing her arm a little more Tarja would nod her head in acceptance of Meari’s offer with her watching as she started running through a new set of Xatava’s for her to learn ”Of course real test is when we do this in armour” she said as she began to mimic the moves that Meari was showing her ”…I want to be able to throw demon tank across the room! After all we are most dangerous unit in the fleet!” she stated confidently, fully believing her claim.

The team would train for around another hour and a half, with most of them seeming to pick up the basics though only another training session would say for sure, before Tarja dismissed them for the rest of the day to perform their usual duties or in some cases rest until the tunnel run.

Tarja meanwhile would remain in the gym for a while longer so she could use the weights and heavy bag before returning to her quarters for a shower and a bite to eat with her then heading for the tunnels in order to attend the run.

——> The Tunnels

——> Hangar Dec

After a brief detour to her quarters to collect her gym kit, Tarja would change into a pair of cycling shorts and a vest top and walk out into the small gym. After a few warm up exercises Tarja would move onto one of the heavy bags, wrapping her knuckles before beginning to deliver a series of co-ordinated blows with her fists and occasionally a knee.

She liked working out, especially with the bags and weights as it helped clear her mind and allowed her to relax, not to mention maintain her powerful physique. She wasn’t the strongest person around by a long shot but it was clear that she could more than hold her own and anyone picking a fight with her would certainly regret it.

---->>>>>> From Hanger Dec

 Meari went to her quarters got changed into workout clothes and then joined Tarja in the Chapel gym. " Well that all looks great, now let me show you some advanced combat moves shall we." Meari removed everything but a tight Hermes t-shirt and a pair of tight shorts, showing off Meari's amazing and sexy body.

It was at some point during her workout that Meari; dressed in gym clothes, would join her and offer to show her some advanced combat moves. Delivering a final flurry of punches Tarja would step back from the bag and steady it before turning to Meari ”sure what did you have in mind?” she asked, curious to see what her friend had in mind ”I had chat with Lucky today to see if he was interested in transferring to unit, I think he would be asset to team….assuming he says yes” she added, feeling more than a little uncertain as to whether or not that would happen.
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 Meari and Tarja spent most of the day practicing, Meari showing Tarjs vey advanced moves and how Tarja could take down a bigger stronger opponent. Tarja did extremely well and Mearu was very pleased. " Excellent work I need to eat and relax see you at the shed in the morning.

 Meari headed back to her quarters for the night, then first thing in the morning headed to the Hanger Dec and the AI compound.

--->>>> To Hanger Dec via Quarters and next day.

Tarja would spar and train together for a large chunk of the day, chatting as they did so, with Tarja going on to to introduce Meari to the world of weightlifting with Tarja spotting her on the bench press.

After Meari had called it a day, Tarja would stop awhile longer before leaving the gym for a much needed shower and what little rest she could get.

——> The Next Day