Jovireh Velal
Security & Tactical
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Posts: 2,609 Likes: 55
Rank: Senior Chief Petty Officer
Position: Chief of Security/Tactical
Species: Betazoid/Romulan
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Post by Jovireh Velal on Oct 16, 2020 18:32:16 GMT
[Front Ear Station - Gym]
The gym on the Front Ear wasn't spectacular - few things on the station were - but it wasn't lacking, either. From everything she had heard about the state the USS Mac crew had initially found it in, and the troubles there have been since, Jovireh was moderately impressed with how well and quickly they had gotten everything up and running. Outdated technology and minor malfunctions were just inconvenience in the grand picture.
Jov was grateful to find the gym wasn't packed when she arrived. She hated interrupting her workout to wait for someone else to finish with the station she wanted to use. Dropping her bag off, she took off her black tank top and stuffed it in the pocket, now wearing only her workout shoes, black shorts and sports bra, her hair pulled back in a French braid. Having already stretched before leaving her quarters, she went straight to the treadmill to start warming up.
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Charlie Fox
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Post by Charlie Fox on Oct 17, 2020 20:33:55 GMT
[Alliance Petty Officer Conor Lynch - Crew Gym, Deck 32]Conor Lynch started with his thumb, looping the wrap around it and then pulling it around his wrist in a counter-clockwise motion. He tugged it tightly, his expressive face a grimace from the extra pressure he was putting on the joint. It didn't really need to be so unyielding really, he was just in the mood to punish himself. Three times around his wrist, three around his hand, then he focused on the fingers, counting each rotation as he worked. It was methodical, it was detached, it was the opposite of what Lynch usually was. Dressed in black, knee-length boxing shorts, gym sneakers and a grey cotton top, he stepped up to the speed bag. His preference was always to work on his rhythm and coordination first, while his mind was fresh. He began the familiar beat with his fists, and slowly the room fell away for Lynch. His mother's incessant nagging, his fellow officers' disdain for his abilities, the suggestion from his superiors that he was entirely too soft around the middle to be of use to them. He tried to clear his mind of faces, of annoyances and all of the reminders of how his life had turned on this station, and he just hammered that bag. In his ears some remixed Celtic rock blared. He found it almost as effective at getting his blood up as a few pints and a bar fight. He became vaguely aware of the fitness equipment being used close by, and when he quickly tired and found himself out of breath he took a moment to break and take a look. He nodded sheepishly at the woman, who looked like she was far more at home in the gym than he felt, and tried to cover his reddening face with his hand towel. He patted himself dry and forced himself to return to his routine. He had no idea how he'd become so unfit. He decided to blame the choccie drawer. And all that pocket cheese. His greatest weaknesses.
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Jovireh Velal
Security & Tactical
[TI18]
Posts: 2,609 Likes: 55
Rank: Senior Chief Petty Officer
Position: Chief of Security/Tactical
Species: Betazoid/Romulan
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Post by Jovireh Velal on Oct 17, 2020 23:40:02 GMT
[Front Ear, Crew Gym] Jovireh couldn't help but notice the man working the speed bag not far from her. Her empathic abilities were very mild, so much so her mother only taught her how to recognize and acknowledge them, but he was being particularly... loud, for lack of a better term. He was sending out a steady stream of frustration, anxiety, bitterness, A complicated cocktail of self-loathing. And then he saw her when he stopped for a break, and a bit of embarrassment added to the mix before he turned back to the speed bag he was working on. Okay, she'd had enough. There would be no focusing on anything as long as he continued to feel like crap, and she was starting to feel creepy not being able to shut him out. With a soft sigh, she turned off the treadmill, going back to her bag to grab her water bottle while she tried to think of a way to help him. From her experience, human males didn't appreciate females offering assistance, especially in a gym. But they always appreciated a female -asking- for help... With a small smile, she took a deep drink from her water bottle before walking back over to the young man. She stood off to his side where he'd be able to see her approach so she didn't startle him. "Hi, I hope I'm not bothering you. I'm Jov, I was wondering if you might be able to help me..."
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Charlie Fox
Civilian
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Post by Charlie Fox on Oct 18, 2020 12:18:39 GMT
[Alliance Petty Officer Conor Lynch - Crew Gym, Deck 32]Lynch was flagging, and fast. There'd been a time when he'd been able to dance through a gym stint, bench the weight of his sainted mother, put in a shift at work, and then enjoy his six evening pints of stout and a hearty feed. Now he couldn't keep up with a Lurian. Just the previous week he'd lost a mightily crafty smuggler that the Alliance had been tracking for lightyears. Despite his protestations that they were surprisingly spry for their size, his colleagues still hadn't forgiven him for ruining things. Through his self-recrimination, he noticed that the woman from earlier had moved, and that she was speaking. He tapped the subtly placed earbud to kill his music just in time to hear her ask for some help. He nodded immediately and stopped his half-hearted punching. He tried not to show just how out of breath he was by speaking too soon. "Howeya," he said by way of greeting, his northern Dublin accent coming through. "If ye'll excuse me-" He bent over and placed his wrapped hands on his thighs. "Just a mo-" He held up a hand, index finger raised and indicating he required just a second. He was feeling a little dizzy; probably because he was trying not to breathe deeply. "Alrigh'." He stood up quickly, and then reached out a hand to wrap around the bag, trying to adopt a casual, cool post. "What is it I can do fer ye, Miss?"
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Jovireh Velal
Security & Tactical
[TI18]
Posts: 2,609 Likes: 55
Rank: Senior Chief Petty Officer
Position: Chief of Security/Tactical
Species: Betazoid/Romulan
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Post by Jovireh Velal on Oct 18, 2020 12:37:28 GMT
[Front Ear, Crew Gym] Jov waited patiently as the man struggled to catch his breath. She hadn't realized he'd been working so hard to maintain his pace, and felt a little bad at asking for his help. At least it did explain the whirlwind of self-deprecation he couldn't let go of. He was in the right place to fix it, though. Jov automatically had a slightly higher respect for him. When he finally caught his breath enough to complete an entire sentence, she gave him another smile and gestured at the speed bag he'd been using. "It's this, actually. I've seen at least one in every Starfleet gym, I'm assuming it's a human contraption... But I've never had the chance to ask someone what it's called, or how to use it..." That was a complete lie, she'd starting using speed bags in the holodeck on her parents' ship when she was a child. But that was completely irrelevant to the current situation.
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Charlie Fox
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Post by Charlie Fox on Oct 26, 2020 13:46:58 GMT
[Alliance Petty Officer Conor Lynch - Crew Gym, Deck 32]Conor Lynch thought this lady had a lovely smile. His head fell to one side as he listened to her, trying to force himself to look beyond the smile and focus through his ragged breathing so he could properly follow what it was she was saying. "Oh, this fella? A speed bag. It's mostly to learn ye to keep yer hands up. Improve hand to eye coordination, and help with timing and endurance, so it does."He straightened up and gave the bag a few half-hearted thumps with the side of his wrapped, balled fist. The rhythmic noise of the hits was a relaxed beat in the gym. "Kinda therapeutic, I s'pose. Can kinda float away while yer at it."His eyes stared off into the distance for a moment, fixed on a point on the wall, then he seemed to come back to himself. He stepped away and offered an apologetic smile. "Wanna give it a go?" Jovireh Velal
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Jovireh Velal
Security & Tactical
[TI18]
Posts: 2,609 Likes: 55
Rank: Senior Chief Petty Officer
Position: Chief of Security/Tactical
Species: Betazoid/Romulan
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Post by Jovireh Velal on Oct 27, 2020 2:32:41 GMT
[Front Ear, Crew Gym] Jovireh nodded in understanding as he explained the purpose of the speed bag, watching with curiosity as he demonstrated and seemed to get lost within his thoughts once more. As a child she had used the speed bag to help her enter a meditative state when her telepathic abilities started to develop. She hadn't used one since moving to Earth, however. The full-sized bags had been more appropriate for her "therapeutic needs", and thankfully there were quite a few of those in every gym in Starfleet as well. There was a point in time during her Academy years that she had spent hours every night hitting a bag in attempts to release her pent-up emotions and wear herself out enough to sleep. She still had her bad nights here and there, but not as frequently nor consistently as they had been. When he pulled himself out of his thoughts and asked if she wanted to give it a try, she nodded with another grin. "Sure, just let me grab my wraps." She went back to the locker room, pulling her hand wraps out of her duffle bag and starting to put them on. Jov thought about asking him for help wrapping, but she refused to pretend to be that helpless. Besides, at some point it would just be obvious she was making it all up. After ensuring the proper fit, she returned to the man and the speed bag. "Alright. How do I start?"
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Charlie Fox
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Post by Charlie Fox on Nov 14, 2020 17:24:12 GMT
[Alliance Petty Officer Conor Lynch - Crew Gym, Deck 32]Conor Lynch nodded in response, his smile quick but not quite full. While she went to wrap her hands, he returned his attention to the speed bag. He beat out a more relaxed rhythm than before, mindful that his new gym buddy would be back soon, and also that he was fairly knackered and wanted to be able to move properly the next day. As soon as she returned, he stepped back and began to remove his own wraps. "Okie doke, so, ye stand in front of it, 'course, plant yer feet. Oh, wait, no this won't do, won't do at all, at all." He started tutting. "Computer, adjust speed bag height by... 55 centimeters." He watched with an air of assurance he hadn't displayed before as the bag lowered itself to the woman's eyeline. "Ye want to be able to look t'rough the midpoint of the yoke. How's that?" Lynch asked, bushy dark brows raised in question. "Alrigh'. Next, raise your elbows, all the way up, that's righ', very good, level with yer forearms. Then give her a nice, fluid but sure tap with the backside o' yer fist into the middle of the bag. That's the thingy's gut."
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Jovireh Velal
Security & Tactical
[TI18]
Posts: 2,609 Likes: 55
Rank: Senior Chief Petty Officer
Position: Chief of Security/Tactical
Species: Betazoid/Romulan
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Post by Jovireh Velal on Nov 14, 2020 19:25:07 GMT
[Front Ear, Crew Gym] Jovireh followed his instructions, feeling a bit more awkward than she had initially expected to. Though she tried not to smile when she noticed the difference in his tone of voice, suggesting that her plan to build his confidence was working already. Now she just needed to not blow her own cover by hitting the bag with practiced skill. At least it had been quite some time since she'd used a speed bag, so the posture and movements didn't come quite as naturally as they had when she was younger. She gave the bag a couple tentative hits at his instruction - the first strike slightly too low, the next over-compensated to land slightly too high. She took a moment to shuffle and adjust before giving a third strike - this time hitting the bag in the center where he had indicated. "Like that?" she asked, glancing over her shoulder at him.
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Charlie Fox
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Post by Charlie Fox on Nov 28, 2020 16:02:56 GMT
[Alliance Petty Officer Conor Lynch - Crew Gym, Deck 32]Lynch watched her punch too high, then too low, and then just right, like that old children's story with the criminal blonde and the innocent bears. "Exactly!" He responded enthusiastically when she landed it perfectly. "Yer a natural... Ah," he paused as he realised something, his hand at the back of his head as he scratched his hairline. "Didn't quite catch yer name, did I?" He hoped she hadn't already said it. He wracked his brain trying to remember, and no names were getting jogged loose. It wouldn't be the first time he'd forgotten someone's name two minutes after being told it, however, so he readied his apology. "Conor Lynch is my name." He was pleased to make her acquaintance.
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Jovireh Velal
Security & Tactical
[TI18]
Posts: 2,609 Likes: 55
Rank: Senior Chief Petty Officer
Position: Chief of Security/Tactical
Species: Betazoid/Romulan
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Post by Jovireh Velal on Nov 28, 2020 16:19:47 GMT
[Front Ear - Crew Gym] She smiled at his compliment, biting the inside of her lip as the guilt of her deception kicked in. But she quickly shoved it aside by telling herself it was only for a good reason. "Thanks... I had a good teacher." He didn't need to know that he wasn't actually said teacher. He did do a good job of explaining it, after all. "I'm Jovireh. It's nice to meet you Conor, and thanks for your help." Jov didn't feel quite right just asking him for help and then going about her business, and the more he talked the more she found herself wanting to listen. His accent wasn't one she had heard before, and her inner linguist was curious. Yes, that was it. "Since I interrupted your workout, I'd like to make it up to you. Want to dance?" As she posed her question, she gestured across the room to the sparring mat that currently wasn't in use. Thankfully she had plenty of experience sparring against humans, so adjusting her strength to give them a fair challenge was far easier for her than pretending not to know how to do something.
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Post by Charlie Fox on Dec 3, 2020 16:36:44 GMT
[Alliance Petty Officer Conor Lynch - Crew Gym, Deck 32]"A pleasure," he said easily in response to her thanks and her introduction. He'd never been called a good teacher before, but it buoyed him further and unknown to him, his chest puffed out just a little. Conor Lynch, even if he were so inclined, had no reason to doubt the nice woman's words. Jovireh.Jovireh. Jovireh. Remember Jo-vir-ah. Joe-veer-eh? Bollox."Oh I'm a terrible dancer," he began, a reddish tint beginning to form on his cheeks, which only grew in intensity when he realised properly what she'd meant. "Ah. Ye mean dance dance. Sure, we can do tha' if ye like." He was knackered and out of shape and he'd probably make a fool of himself, but he found it difficult to say no to her for some reason. "Promise ye'll go easy on me, I'm an old man, so I am." He maneuvered into position on the mat and found himself automatically dropping into his ready stance. "What is it ye do fer yer living?" Please don't say Sec/Tac.
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Jovireh Velal
Security & Tactical
[TI18]
Posts: 2,609 Likes: 55
Rank: Senior Chief Petty Officer
Position: Chief of Security/Tactical
Species: Betazoid/Romulan
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Post by Jovireh Velal on Dec 3, 2020 17:24:13 GMT
[Front Ear - Crew Gym] She could see his confidence raising with every compliment she gave him, and she was glad he wasn't the sort who was so determined to hate themselves they didn't listen to what anyone else said. Though she couldn't help the amused grin that lifted the corner of her lips when he began to blush at her offer. Her choice of wording had been intentional, though she refused to consider any possibilities why. "Nonsense. If you can fight, you can dance." She replied to his initial interpretation of her suggestion. "And I'm a woman, so we should be evenly matched." He definitely didn't look as old as he claimed to be, but she also didn't look half Romulan. Though she knew as soon as her body warmed up enough for her own cheeks to flush, it would become obvious she wasn't human. Following him over to the mat, she turned to face him and adjusted easily into her own casual stance - feet shoulder-width, right a step behind the left, loosely open hands raised so one was in front of her throat, the other in front of her chest. One 'side effect' of having studied so many different styles throughout her life was that she developed one that was distinctly her own. It had served her well, both on the job and off. "Starfleet security. I just transferred here, so currently I'm assigned to the grunt patrols of the crew decks." Jovireh answered his question about her living. "How about you?"Since they were both in position, she saw no reason to delay, and a moment after her question she shuffled forward and threw a jab towards his face with her left fist. It was a controlled movement, more to test his reflexes than to actually land the hit. In friendly sparring she never started all-out against a new opponent. That's how you risk underestimating someone - and either seriously hurt them, or got seriously hurt yourself. Neither of them needed to end up in Sickbay right now.
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Post by Charlie Fox on Dec 4, 2020 17:52:50 GMT
[Alliance Petty Officer Conor Lynch - Crew Gym, Deck 32]He'd always been entirely too self-conscious to dance much in front of others, and he was particularly scarred from the Irish dancing classes his Ma had forced him to go to as a kid. Another, more enterprising young fellow might have made the most of the opportunity to cosy up to a young wan or two, but Conor Lynch just wasn't wired that way. He saved his funky, "weird uncle" moves for weddings, which out in space were few and far between. He let out a chuckle when she answered; speaking the words he'd somehow suspected she would. It just seemed to fit; and perhaps he had a bit of a sixth sense for these things. Before he could answer though, he found himself ducking his head and leaning to his right to avoid her left-fisted jab. His mouth curved upward in a smile. Nobody had taken a swing at him since he'd left the Fleet. He began to circle, left foot crossing over the other as he moved, his fists up and in defensive positions, eyes watching his partner's movements as he waited. "Use'ta be Fleet. Sec/Tac. Signed up with the Nyberrite Alliance oh... 'bout six months ago now it must be." He gave himself away a little, on purpose, by taking a half-step forward with his left foot and jabbing with his right, taking a turn to test her.
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Jovireh Velal
Security & Tactical
[TI18]
Posts: 2,609 Likes: 55
Rank: Senior Chief Petty Officer
Position: Chief of Security/Tactical
Species: Betazoid/Romulan
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Post by Jovireh Velal on Dec 4, 2020 18:32:32 GMT
[Front Ear - Crew Gym] Her eyes watched his movements closely as he began to circle around her, her own feet pivoting so that she remained facing him at all times. She'd assumed he was security... Not many other people made use of the various punching bags in the crew gyms, let alone agreed to a sparring match so readily. Though she was a bit surprised to hear he'd left the fleet for the Nyberrite Alliance. He threw a punch towards her face, and she deftly blocked it with the ridge of her left hand, lunging forward to strike towards his stomach with her right fist, then dodging back to her previous position. This move was a little faster, but she was still restraining her strength. "Why leave Starfleet?" She asked, her breathing starting to quicken as the adrenaline picked up. "Better yet... Why stick around after you left?" In her experience, when people left an organization, they typically moved far away from that organization. It was strange to her that he'd stay on the Federation base now that he worked for the Nyberrites. Jov had barely finished speaking before she lunged towards him again, throwing another jab with her left fist, followed immediately by a punch with her right, both aimed at his face. A little faster, a little harder.
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