Duty Log - CO & aCOPS - Capt Coo & LtJG Kezkhe

Posted on 241708.08 @ 1:10am by Lieutenant JG Kezkhe & Captain Rozen Coo PhD

=*=Gym, Deck 7=*=

Captain Rozen Coo had just finished with one of his engineers in his Ready Room. Before he headed back to his quarters to catch some shut eye, they were shoving off tomorrow for the Gamma Quad, he decided to get the blood a pumping and head to the gym.

Stowing his uniform in a locker, he donned some work out clothing, spit out by the replicator, and entered the gym. Like most other things with this ship, the gym was one of the largest Rozen had ever seen. He was sure 1/3rd of the crew could be engaged in their own activities and not bother anyone else.

Rozen wandered a bit until he saw a young woman 'tuning up' a punching bag. He was bewildered at the speed and ferocity this young woman was laying into the bag. Rozen tried to not stare, but before he knew he stood motionless, jaw almost agape.

"Your ma' tell you it's not polite to stare?" Kezkhe huffed. She could feel a pair of eyes boring into her back, burning a hole as she worked the bag with a series of jabs and punches designed to debilitate living things. Boxing inanimate objects was one of the only ways she could spend the pent up aggression a good fifty percent of her genetics demanded of her. The other half was simply happy that she wasn't beating the snot out of anything that was actually alive.

"I... Ah... Um... Yes she did. My apologizes miss, your skill is quite impressive," as soon as she had called him out, he turned his back and began sending halfhearted jabs into his own punching bag.

With a snort, she cast a leery eye towards him. It was the Skipper, no less, and she knew that she had no choice but to play fair. "The Klingon half requires no less of me."

Rozen took a half jab or two at the bag and took a pause. "Would you prefer to hit something that can hit back?" asked Rozen of the young officer.

An eyebrow hiked high over a bright violet eye, and Kezkhe paused long enough to set her hands on her hips, "Is that a trick question? Because I don't do things half assed."

"A friendly sparing match, I would prefer," said Rozen with a cunning smile. "Ill have you know in my academy days I was Boxing Champion for my last 3 years," said Rozen taking off his glasses, putting them on a bench and picking up a pair of boxing glove off of the replicator.

"I know its custom to not stop until someone is dead, so we will have to hold back, only slightly," said Rozen stepping between the ropes entering the ring.

Confused would be the operative word of the hour, marring the lines of her forehead as she followed his movements and found herself stepping off in that direction. He wanted to spar and that meant he either had a death wish or was trying to prove himself... Something. "I don't think you get quite what it means to fight someone like me, Captain." She warned, gliding under the ropes, "I will say in advance 'sorry, not sorry' for what transpires here."

"I am sure I can hold my own," he said. Merely looking for a bit of sport, he may have bitten off more than he could chew, it had been a while since his last boxing brawl, but he was confident. He raised his fists to shield his torso, and waited.

With a sigh and roll of her eyes, Kezkhe picked her form. "We will see." To get where he had, he'd managed to stay alive. A weak man wouldn't have been put in control of a starship as notorious for scuffles and skirmishes as the Enterprise, and that alone left her more than a little leery even if she was completely sure of herself. With her eyes on him, she crab walked a slow circle around him, sizing him up for chinks in the proverbial armor. A jab flew for his face, designed to test his reflexes and counter defenses.

Twisting at the hips and dropped his left foot back turning perpendicular to the jab. He could feel the wind off of the half-Klingons glove, no more than 6 inches from the tip of his nose. As the Lieutenant drew back out of her jab, Rozen stepped back to his original foot position and took the opportunity to send an uppercut to the ribs. The punch landed but was not very effective, being with his left hand. He took a step back with the slightest limp off of his right leg.

"PetaQ!" Kezkhe hissed in reaction to the gloved impact to her bare ribs just beneath the cut off hem of her shirt. She was quick to move, shifting her weight to launch a kick for the Captain's right leg and feeling the knife edge of her foot connect with his thigh just above the knee. Sparring had no rules aside from 'win if you can, but don't kill the poor sod' and she was doing what she could to follow that line of thought when she threw an additional set of punches, two towards his ribs and belly, another jab for his face. He'd pay for landing a blow.

Rozen could do nothing but take the blow of the kick. His right leg, injured years ago on his first command, had never been the same since. He brain said to move, but his leg wouldn't respond quick enough. He hobbled backwards, as the LtJG stepped forward with another quick succession of blows. Rozen twisted his core, taking two punches to the upper arm then blocking a jab for his face.

"You were not kidding about fighting Klingons," exhaled Rozen breathlessly. He squared up his form, and threw another quick left followed by a wild haymaker with his right.

"This is nothing." Kezkhe grunted, blocking the haymaker with her forearm. It smarted, but the bruise was better than the alternative. Being mostly leg, she knew what her strong suits were and she used them even as the left landed against her right bicep. Two quick steps in and she launched another kick, this time aimed for his mid-section. She knew, even if it didn't hit, it would gain her the room necessary to take the time to remove the cumbersome gloves inhibiting her hands. They hit the mat in quick succession and her fingers opened, eager and ready for the next assault.

Rozen quickly dropped his elbows down and tried his best to deflect the kick, but landed his elbows against the woman's shinbone. He took a limp or two back and raised his gloves again. This time he gave a quick right, followed by and upper cut with the left.

The half-Klingon hissed when her shins took the deflection of his elbows. Her gut reaction was to block his blows as she surged forward, rolling the a tidal wave of sweat slicked bronze skin and umber mane to throw another power packed punch towards his face. Bare fisted, her knuckles collided with the Captain's nose and her eyes went wide, the aggression instantly dropping to absolute nill as she retracted her hand, shaking it. Her middle knuckle was broken, without a doubt, but it was his face that she became instantly concerned about. "Shit... Shit!" She swore, reaching to grab him by the shoulders, "Captain!"

Rozen was knocked in the nose by the young woman and in a quick wave of shock, losing his balance. He pitched back, tripping on his own bum leg and fell on his stomach on the mat, with his hands up holding his nose. He felt the hands of the woman on his shoulders as he called out. He just laid there a second, feeling his nasal bone floating in his nose, unattached.

"Captain, say something!" Kezkhe was near panicked as she lay him down and snapped her fingers in front of his face, "C'mon, man, snap out of it!"

It took a moment for Rozen to fully comprehend what had just happened. He looked up into the eyes of the half Klingon woman kneeling over him. He could feel the warm wet scarlet liquid pouring down his face. Then as suddenly as the punch came, Rozen began boisterously laughing.

The laughter startled her as she knelt there, cradling the Captain in her arms. "I'm going to the brig." She muttered to herself nervously, convinced she'd knocked the man stupid.

"No, no, no," said Rozen as he stood up. "You are fine Lieutenant, you are not the first person to break this nose, and I am sure you wont be the last. Don't flatter yourself," winked Rozen as he slid out of the ring and grabbed a towel to hold to his nose.

Kezkhe watched him go, blinking for a moment before she found her feet and her gloves, "Yeah... Ok... So..." She breathed, regaining her bearings and running a hand through her hair, "I'm just going to go get you a glass of water, ok?" She asked, wary that he was still out of his mind.

"Oh, no thank you," replied Rozen sitting on a bench taking a moment to adjust the towel on his face to catch the pouring blood. "Can I get you a glass of water?" said Rozen with a chuckle.

"No," her head shook as she left the ring, "You're just going to sit there for a hot minute and chill. I'm going to find my combadge so I can get you looked at and explain what happened." Kezkhe's head shook as she retied the knot of her sweatpants out of sheer nervous habit as she set off looking for her towel and combadge.

Smiling to himself, and figured he wasn't worth the bother, Rozen stood up, making sure the Lieutenant wasn't paying attention. He made sure the bloody nose was contained in the towel, picked up his glasses and headed out of the gym in the direction of Sickbay.

"He's freaking nuts..." Kezkhe huffed, looking around upon realizing he was gone.
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Captain Rozen Coo, PhD
Commanding Officer
USS Enterprise, NCC-1701-F

Lieutenant Junior Grade Kezkhe
Chief Operations Officer
USS ENTERPRISE NCC-1701-F