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More Jail Time Convo | The Investigation Gains Some Help

Stardate 2365.02.09 (Tuesday 42138.7)
USS Peregrine; Deck 5 - Brig – 15:23


Dana noticed Lauren’s relaxing posture as her feet slid down and back beneath the bench. That’s a start. she thought. She gave Lauren a faint grin at the term ‘Grin and bear it’ and shrugged her shoulders before saying, “There’s an old saying ‘That which does not kill you, makes you stronger’. I’m not sure where that comes from, probably some Vulcan Proverb or another.” Her growing grin made it hard to tell if she was kidding or not.

“I appreciate you coming, Dana, no matter the pretense.” Almost eagerly taking the opportunity to change the subject, the small scientist continues. “What’s been going on with the Peregrine while I’ve been swimming in my own muck?”

“Well now,” Dana thought for a moment before speaking, “I don’t know if you heard, but there was another incident in your department. Petty Officer Rogers was exposed to some nasty chemicals in the Chem lab and he received some very nasty chemical burns. But he is doing better now, and we should have him back in shape in a couple of days. Lt. Sh’iraolnas is investigating the incident to determine how it could have happened.”

“What?” Lauren’s eyes widen in surprise and she looks sharply towards her friend. “He’s usually so careful. Have you heard anything from—from the Lieutenant—on the matter? What was he working on when it happened?”

(OOC: Back to you.)



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Stardate 2365.02.09 (Tuesday - 42137.6)
USS Peregrine; Deck 4 - CSO’s Office to Chemical Lab – 17:21

Sighing a hefty enough sigh that a couple of seconds pass before its completion, Ensign Maize leans back in the chair, executing a long foray into the parcel records for the chemlab. Stretching her facial muscles by raising her thin eyebrows and rolling her jaw, the blonde woman can’t help but feel more than a little discouraged.

Each and every one of the logs account for the chemicals contained within a normal laboratory aboard a Starfleet vessel. Apart from the personal logs she had drudged up where Rogers had admitted to tinkering around with the Bolian package, the science officer had ran into dead end after dead end. One would think that solving a mystery would be similar to an act of scientific discovery, she rolls her head about to relieve some of the stress in her neck. Thoughts such as this one have haunted the fringes of her mind ever since she had returned to Lab 1 to continue her investigation. Whatever remarks Craig Rogers has to make about his findings have been recorded elsewhere, if at all. Maybe in his quarters, maybe in a private PADD, or maybe in a more archaic manner; on paper or in a book. Of course, in order to violate a crewmember’s privacy and enter his quarters without his permission, she would need Lt. Sh’iraolnas’ permission and that might lead to more questions that don’t yet have answers.

Slipping from the cushioned seat upon which she perches, Dalia places her hands on her hips and arches her back resulting in the satisfaction of a number of small popping noises and a rush of warmth through her shoulders and back muscles. Days like this one haven’t been commonplace aboard the Peregrine and the officer decided that she would never complain again about the boredom she sometimes felt during the ship’s patrols.

“Computer,” she states as she strides casually across the large laboratory, her purple eyes flitting momentarily to the door of her new superior officer’s office. “Turn off all displays and lock files Chem-dash-Two-Three-Nine for my grade and above only.”

=/\=Confirmed. Files within directory Chem-dash-Two-Three-Nine have been locked and all displays have been turned off.=/\=

At least something is going right, the thought drips with enough sarcasm to fill the cargo bay of a Ferengi freighter.

Gliding into the hall outside the science lab, Ensign Maize comes to an abrupt stop. Mimicking her sudden ceasing of forward progression a mere three feet in front of the blue and black clad woman is an athletically-built, gold and black clad individual of Asian descent. Standing a few inches taller than Dalia, he wears his black hair very short on the sides and only a little longer on top. He’s not particularly dashing in appearance, but neither is he homely. Searching through her memory, Ensign Maize cannot recall this particular petty officer’s name.

“Excuse me,” she says with a tired smile, moving to her right in order to avoid having to push through him.

“Ensign Maize?” the man asks with a quizzical expression on his face.

Stopping short, she regards him with a slightly furrowed brow, “Yes.”

“I’m Petty Officer Second Class, Da Zhang,” he offers. “Lieutenant Berk asked me to attach myself to the investigation taking place in your department.”

“Which investigation?” Dalia can’t help but narrow her eyes a bit.

Da raises his eyebrows in mild surprise. “Why, the chemlab incident. Are there others?”

“Nope,” the blonde woman feels relief pass through her like an energy pulse. “Just that one. I was just making sure I hadn’t overlooked something.

“A bit late in the schedule to begin involvement, don’t you think?”

PO Zhang shrugs, “I’m to make myself available when needed, sir.”

“Well, it is not needed now,” Dalia smiles softly to lessen the impact of her words. “You can make yourself available to the investigation again at the beginning of the next Alpha shift.”

“Understood,” Da dips his head in accompaniment to his acknowledgement and steps to the side affording the ensign more room by which to pass.

With a nod of her own, Dalia Maize continues past, pausing a few feet further down the hall. Turning back to the security PO, she calls out to him, “Petty Officer Zhang?”

He spins expertly on his heel, having been progressing further down the hall himself, and tilts his head to the right in question, “Yes, sir?”

“There is something you could do.”

“What’s that?”

“Personal belongings are registered on assignment, correct?” He nods and she continues. “Would you please review all of PO Roger’s personal effects and see if there are any private PADDS, journals, or other means by which he would be recording events outside of regulation systems?”

“Certainly, sir.”

“Thank you.”


Posted on 2016-12-21 at 18:39:01.

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Working out something...

Stardate 2365.02.09 (Tuesday - 42137.6)
USS Peregrine; Deck 5, Gym – 1800

Haemis stared at the punching bag, its surface was marred by the passage of time and use. It was clearly well used, his tapped up hands clenched tightly into fists he continued giving the bag the good old 'left-right' combo. He could hear his fathers voice echoing in his head with each punch, mostly white noise, but that word 'failure' always managed to sneak through. He punished the bag, now putting some footwork into it bashing the thing causing it to swing. Realizing this he began to move his feet and dance around the bag landing punches as it became opportune, then dodging another way hammering away at the thing. An elbow, snap kick, round house, he was giving it all to the bag. His breathing was well trained, he had trained hard with his siblings and his father for the longest time, but despite all that his first love came to building and fixing things. His father would never come close to understanding what that meant to him. Which is why his letter hurt him more deeply so.

Stepping away from the swinging back he took his towel from the bench and wiped away the perspiration from his face, then tossed it aside all the same. He picked up a large weighted chunk of metal, much like a sword with a hilt, but a round barrel instead of a blade. It was weighted for training as if it were a sword but more for the weight. He began dancing around the mat with, running through exercises he had done so many times before. That voice still pestering him inside. He swung the chunk of metal and it rebounded bouncing off the punching bag stopping him. Breaking his concentration, or lack there of. He stood staring at the bag, for a good long time the chunk of metal held much as if he was squaring off with an opponent, close to his body, upright ready for what was to come.

"I think you killed it!" he heard a voice call from across the room.

"Not entirely." he said taking a step back and a deep breath. His cheeks were a bit more rosy than they were previously. "But tha will teach it!" he said pointing his practice weapon at the bag. "Shouldn't sneak up on unsuspecting individuals swing'n large weapon's." he said shaking the sword at it. He moved back towards the middle of the mat hazarding a glance at who it is that was addressing him.





Posted on 2016-12-29 at 22:27:02.

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Details

Stardate 2365.02.09 (Tuesday 42138.7)
USS Peregrine; Deck 5 - Brig – 15:24

Dana noticed Lauren’s relaxing posture as her feet slid down and back beneath the bench. That’s a start. she thought. She gave Lauren a faint grin at the term ‘Grin and bear it’ and shrugged her shoulders before saying, “There’s an old saying ‘That which does not kill you, makes you stronger’. I’m not sure where that comes from, probably some Vulcan Proverb or another.” Her growing grin made it hard to tell if she was kidding or not.

“I appreciate you coming, Dana, no matter the pretense.” Almost eagerly taking the opportunity to change the subject, the small scientist continues. “What’s been going on with the Peregrine while I’ve been swimming in my own muck?”

“Well now,” Dana thought for a moment before speaking, “I don’t know if you heard, but there was another incident in your department. Petty Officer Rogers was exposed to some nasty chemicals in the Chem lab and he received some very nasty chemical burns. But he is doing better now, and we should have him back in shape in a couple of days. Lt. Sh’iraolnas is investigating the incident to determine how it could have happened.”

“What?” Lauren’s eyes widen in surprise and she looks sharply towards her friend. “He’s usually so careful. Have you heard anything from—from the Lieutenant—on the matter? What was he working on when it happened?”

“I’m not quite sure,” Dana shrugged, “the investigation isn’t complete yet. All I know is that he was severely exposed to a combination of Tetrahydrofuran, Sodium Azide and 2-mercaptoethanol. Enough to cause severe tissue damage down to the skeletal structure.”

Dana looked at Lauren with a blank expression as is waiting for her reaction. Lauren should know that those chemicals, while slightly dangerous, shouldn’t cause that severe a reaction upon exposure to the skin. Something strange was going on here, Dana didn’t know what it was, and she didn’t think that her friend did either, but she wanted to see her response to the information. Maybe she would have some insight on what might have caused the incident and the strange severe reaction.



Posted on 2017-01-04 at 05:55:18.

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Security is Involved | Conversation in the Brig

Stardate 2365.02.09 (Tuesday - 42137.6)
USS Peregrine; Deck 5 - Security Department – 17:45

“Personal belongings are registered on assignment, correct?” He nods and she continues. “Would you please review all of PO Roger’s personal effects and see if there are any private PADDS, journals, or other means by which he would be recording events outside of regulation systems?”
Petty Officer 2nd Class Da Zheng recalls the request Ensign Maize had made minutes earlier with some curiosity. It isn’t often that a request is made to dig into a crewman’s personal effects. Such a consideration for privacy is one of the only things that truly maintains some semblance of singularity amidst all of the necessary teamsmanship. Whatever happened in the chemlab has given the Ensign reason enough to make the request, so I’ll make certain she receives the information she’s after.
“Computer,” Da leans forward and rest his left elbow on the unmarred surface of the desk. “Show me the log entry for PO Roger’s transfer aboard the Peregrine.”

The screen immediately flares to life, replacing the Starfleet insignia with the file the tactical specialist had requested. Scanning the items that Craig Rogers had registered, Da Zhang eventually finds a PADD and a series of books.

“Select line items fifty-two through seventy and add them to a new report titled, Personal Effects for PO Rogers. Send the report to Ensign Maize.”

=/\= The new report has been created and the line items have been added. The new report has been sent to Ensign Maize. =/\=

Settling back in his chair, Da finds himself yawning. The day has been long and he’s ready to retire. Curiosity piqued, he is certainly interested in the knowledge Ensign Maize has gained concerning the investigation thus far, but he is a patient man and a good night’s rest always refreshes the mind. Quickly filing a report Lieutenant Berk would be able to use to follow the investigation, PO Zhang finishes his night.

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Stardate 2365.02.09 (Tuesday 42138.7)
USS Peregrine; Deck 5 - Brig – 15:24


Dana noticed Lauren’s relaxing posture as her feet slid down and back beneath the bench. That’s a start. she thought. She gave Lauren a faint grin at the term ‘Grin and bear it’ and shrugged her shoulders before saying, “There’s an old saying ‘That which does not kill you, makes you stronger’. I’m not sure where that comes from, probably some Vulcan Proverb or another.” Her growing grin made it hard to tell if she was kidding or not.

“I appreciate you coming, Dana, no matter the pretense.” Almost eagerly taking the opportunity to change the subject, the small scientist continues. “What’s been going on with the Peregrine while I’ve been swimming in my own muck?”

“Well now,” Dana thought for a moment before speaking, “I don’t know if you heard, but there was another incident in your department. Petty Officer Rogers was exposed to some nasty chemicals in the Chem lab and he received some very nasty chemical burns. But he is doing better now, and we should have him back in shape in a couple of days. Lt. Sh’iraolnas is investigating the incident to determine how it could have happened.”

“What?” Lauren’s eyes widen in surprise and she looks sharply towards her friend. “He’s usually so careful. Have you heard anything from—from the Lieutenant—on the matter? What was he working on when it happened?”

“I’m not quite sure,” Dana shrugged, “the investigation isn’t complete yet. All I know is that he was severely exposed to a combination of Tetrahydrofuran, Sodium Azide and 2-mercaptoethanol. Enough to cause severe tissue damage down to the skeletal structure.”

Dana looked at Lauren with a blank expression as is waiting for her reaction. Lauren should know that those chemicals, while slightly dangerous, shouldn’t cause that severe a reaction upon exposure to the skin. Something strange was going on here, Dana didn’t know what it was, and she didn’t think that her friend did either, but she wanted to see her response to the information. Maybe she would have some insight on what might have caused the incident and the strange severe reaction.

With furrowed brow the small scientist shakes her head and studies the bare floor. “That makes no sense. The combination of those chemicals wouldn’t cause severe reactions unless he’s personally allergic or there’s another substance, or substances, that were added.

“You said that Lt. Sh’iraolnas is heading up the investigation?” Raising her brown eyes she meets those of her friend. “Were there any signs of caustic reaction with the surfaces in the lab? Any other indication of another substance? Are their other departments involved in this investigation? Has anyone been able to speak with Rogers yet?”


Posted on 2017-01-06 at 20:21:19.

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Bringing it to a close, for now.

Stardate 2365.02.09 (Tuesday 42138.7)
USS Peregrine; Deck 5 - Brig – 15:25


Dana noticed Lauren’s relaxing posture as her feet slid down and back beneath the bench. That’s a start. she thought. She gave Lauren a faint grin at the term ‘Grin and bear it’ and shrugged her shoulders before saying, “There’s an old saying ‘That which does not kill you, makes you stronger’. I’m not sure where that comes from, probably some Vulcan Proverb or another.” Her growing grin made it hard to tell if she was kidding or not.

“I appreciate you coming, Dana, no matter the pretense.” Almost eagerly taking the opportunity to change the subject, the small scientist continues. “What’s been going on with the Peregrine while I’ve been swimming in my own muck?”

“Well now,” Dana thought for a moment before speaking, “I don’t know if you heard, but there was another incident in your department. Petty Officer Rogers was exposed to some nasty chemicals in the Chem lab and he received some very nasty chemical burns. But he is doing better now, and we should have him back in shape in a couple of days. Lt. Sh’iraolnas is investigating the incident to determine how it could have happened.”

“What?” Lauren’s eyes widen in surprise and she looks sharply towards her friend. “He’s usually so careful. Have you heard anything from—from the Lieutenant—on the matter? What was he working on when it happened?”

“I’m not quite sure,” Dana shrugged, “the investigation isn’t complete yet. All I know is that he was severely exposed to a combination of Tetrahydrofuran, Sodium Azide and 2-mercaptoethanol. Enough to cause severe tissue damage down to the skeletal structure.”

Dana looked at Lauren with a blank expression as is waiting for her reaction. Lauren should know that those chemicals, while slightly dangerous, shouldn’t cause that severe a reaction upon exposure to the skin. Something strange was going on here, Dana didn’t know what it was, and she didn’t think that her friend did either, but she wanted to see her response to the information. Maybe she would have some insight on what might have caused the incident and the strange severe reaction.

With furrowed brow the small scientist shakes her head and studies the bare floor. “That makes no sense. The combination of those chemicals wouldn’t cause severe reactions unless he’s personally allergic or there’s another substance, or substances, that were added.

“You said that Lt. Sh’iraolnas is heading up the investigation?” Raising her brown eyes she meets those of her friend. “Were there any signs of caustic reaction with the surfaces in the lab? Any other indication of another substance? Are their other departments involved in this investigation? Has anyone been able to speak with Rogers yet?”

“I don't know,” Dana said with a shrug, “I haven't gotten a report on the findings yet. I have been busy tending to Petty Officer Rogers to go down to the lab. Frankly, that part is a little out of my area. But I'm sure this Lt. Sh'iraolnas, will get to the bottom of it.”

Chief Cook noticed movement and looked up and saw the Security crewman step up and look into the room to check on them. She guessed that she might just be out of time for performing a check-up.

“I've had to keep Petty Officer Rogers unconscious while I tended to his injuries,” Dana said turning back to her friend, “he would have been in incredible pain otherwise. But his treatments, so far, have been going well. I expect to be able to wake him by tomorrow morning and hopefully he can shed some light on the incident. I will let you know what I hear, from the report and from Rogers.”

“I feel my time here is at an end,” She said as she stood and picked up her medical kit, slinging it over her shoulder, “I'm just supposed to evaluate your condition and make sure the confinement and B&W restriction will not cause any undue physical problems.” Her eyes glanced to the security crewman who waited outside the security field.

“I think you will be fine,” Dana said loud enough for all to hear her, “Per regulations, I will be back tomorrow evening to evaluate you again. At least until the B&W restriction is complete.”

Dana turned towards the door, where Security PO Rotet reached out and activated the controls to lower the force field. .

“Lauren,” Cook said as she paused at the doorway and looked back to her friend, “Take care of yourself. I'll check on you tomorrow evening.”

After Lauren responded, Chief Cook turned and left the brig. PO Rotet reactivated the security field and followed Cook back to the Security Office.

“I'll be back tomorrow, about this time, to check on her condition again,” Chief Cook told her before she headed back towards the Sickbay.


(OOC: Respond wherever you wish, I will respond if necessary. Kind of ending it here, as Dana doesn't have any further information to relate just yet. Another round will occur, once the next day gets here. If it ever does. )



Posted on 2017-01-07 at 09:14:12.
Edited on 2017-01-07 at 09:15:27 by Boo Boo

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They Call Me "Little John"..........

Stardate 2365.02.09
USS Peregrine; Lt. Reid’s Quarters – 1700


The cabin light draw up from night time dark to morning glow as the wake setting transformed Lt. Reid’s quarters. Since before the Peregrine had docked at star base 118 John had been awake. The events that unfolded had kept him up forty eight hours, longer than he had planned. Coming off Gamma bridge duty he had caught a brief snack with Nurse Miraan, but fatigue forced him to cut their time short. Now after a glorious sleep he was ready to start again.

Catching a quick shower John fetched a coffee and sticky bun from the replicator and sat at his com station to catch up on events. After a few minutes he let out low whistle. John knew that the Captain’s Mast was required and the sentence was just, but it stuck in his craw that P.O. Crane was in the brigg and Ensign Agris was assigned to the Coronado.

Deciding he needed to loosen up and perhaps vent a little anger he grabbed his workout bag and headed to the gym.


Stardate 2365.02.09 (Tuesday - 42137.6)
USS Peregrine; Deck 5, Gym – 1800


John stepped into gym to in time to see new crew member step away from the heavy bag …. He picked up a large weighted chunk of metal, much like a sword with a hilt, but a round barrel instead of a blade. It was weighted for training as if it were a sword but more for the weight. He began dancing around the mat as though running through exercises he had done so many times before. He swung the chunk of metal and it rebounded bouncing off the punching bag stopping him. He stood staring at the bag, for a good long time the chunk of metal held much as if he was squaring off with an opponent, close to his body, upright ready for what was to come.

With a bit of admiration and a slight chuckle John said, "I think you killed it!"

In a warm brogue, "Not entirely." he said taking a step back and a deep breath. His cheeks were a bit rosy. "But tha will teach it!" he said pointing his practice weapon at the bag. "Shouldn't sneak up on unsuspecting individuals swing'n large weapon's." he said shaking the sword at it. He moved back towards the middle of the mat hazarding a glance at who it is that was addressing him.

Setting his bag down John advanced to the mat extending his hand. “I’m John…ya care to try to hitting something that hits back?........ I need to work off a bit a steam………care to indulge a bit in the “Manly Art” of quarter staffs?

(Allowing Haemis to respond.)

“We have a nice selection of equipment in the storage next to the boxing gear. “ Walking the case John open the door revealing several eight foot staffs and required head and body gear. “Star Fleet requires curtain precautions, but it’s pretty much the same as it was back in 1880’s England. Head gear and padding.”

Showing the man a variety of staffs, “As it is my challenge, I’ll let you have first choice of weapon.” Stand in brilliant array were gleaming hardwood and bamboo staffs from various planets.



Posted on 2017-01-08 at 16:35:18.
Edited on 2017-01-08 at 16:36:43 by Odyson

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Playtime in the gym!

Stardate 2365.02.09 (Tuesday - 42137.6)
USS Peregrine; Deck 5, Gym – 1805

John stepped into gym to in time to see new crew member step away from the heavy bag …. He picked up a large weighted chunk of metal, much like a sword with a hilt, but a round barrel instead of a blade. It was weighted for training as if it were a sword but more for the weight. He began dancing around the mat as though running through exercises he had done so many times before. He swung the chunk of metal and it rebounded bouncing off the punching bag stopping him. He stood staring at the bag, for a good long time the chunk of metal held much as if he was squaring off with an opponent, close to his body, upright ready for what was to come.

With a bit of admiration and a slight chuckle John said, "I think you killed it!"

In a warm brogue, "Not entirely." he said taking a step back and a deep breath. His cheeks were a bit rosy. "But tha will teach it!" he said pointing his practice weapon at the bag. "Shouldn't sneak up on unsuspecting individuals swing'n large weapon's." he said shaking the sword at it. He moved back towards the middle of the mat hazarding a glance at who it is that was addressing him.

Setting his bag down John advanced to the mat extending his hand. “I’m John…ya care to try to hitting something that hits back?........ I need to work off a bit a steam………care to indulge a bit in the “Manly Art” of quarter staffs?

Haemis glanced at the chunk of metal in his hands and then back at John nodding. "Sounds like fun!" he said and nodded, he took but a moment to set the weighted sword down in a safe place.

“We have a nice selection of equipment in the storage next to the boxing gear. “ Walking the case John open the door revealing several eight foot staffs and required head and body gear. “Star Fleet requires curtain precautions, but it’s pretty much the same as it was back in 1880’s England. Head gear and padding.”

Showing the man a variety of staffs, “As it is my challenge, I’ll let you have first choice of weapon.” Stand in brilliant array were gleaming hardwood and bamboo staffs from various planets.

He approached the box and took a glance at the interior he actually wasn't sure if they were replicated material or not but they certainly looked original, he could even smell the stain that was used coming out of the box, it was subtle but there. It brought a smile to his lips, he nodded and plucked one of the staff from the box and felt its weight. "Not exactly my area of expertise, but I think I can manage to put up a decent fight." he said, and began putting on the safety gear. "Where did you learn this art?" he asked moving toward the other side of the mat, taking a few swings with the staff. He turned and set himself, allowing the staff to hang across his body in one hand while he did the strap to the head guard.

(a place for you to respond)

Haemis took the staff in both hands, and gave him a salute and held the staff at the ready. He was not prepared for the agility of John, his first strike coming swiftly, it was all Haemis could do to get his stick up to stop his opponent from smashing him across the head or shoulder.

Shifting his feet he nearly took another blow that came from the side, then found himself on his back looking up at John. He had been swept from his feet in a fluid motion on what Haemis could only have guessed was a pivot and back swing low at his feet.

Slowly he got to his feet, and took a deep breath and set himself again. This was a lot more swift than a sword that was certain. But his eyes were starting to play catch up, blocking a bit more easy but still not exact. He circled the man and smiled. "Your very good!" he said.

Posted on 2017-01-10 at 19:05:58.

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Feint Of Heart..?

Stardate 2365.02.09 (Tuesday - 42137.6)
USS Peregrine; Deck 5, Gym – 1805


They approached the box and took a glance at the interior, they could even smell the stain that was used coming out of the box, it was subtle but there. It brought a smile to the man's lips, he nodded and plucked one of the staff from the box and felt its weight. "Not exactly my area of expertise, but I think I can manage to put up a decent fight." he said, and began putting on the safety gear. "Where did you learn this art?" he asked moving toward the other side of the mat, taking a few swings with the staff. He turned and set himself, allowing the staff to hang across his body in one hand while he did the strap to the head guard.

“When I was eighteen I attended a Scouting World Jamboree in Gilwell England…. I meet some local Scouts that told me about their “Master At Arms” merit badge…. One of the skills was to learn to use the Quarter Staff. …..They gave me a copy of a vintage pamphlet that showed the six offensive strikes and the six defense parries…… They are all swing moves but they can be made into thrust moves. So for the next couple of weeks they showed me the left leg strike, right leg strike, left flank, right flank, left cheek and right cheek and how they used to tool…I took my share of bruises but it was so fluid and so fun. …..With that I’ll only use swing moves.”

Haemis took the staff in both hands, and gave him a salute and held the staff at the ready. He was not prepared for the agility of John, his first strike coming swiftly, it was all Haemis could do to get his stick up to stop his opponent from smashing him across the head or shoulder.

Shifting his feet he nearly took another blow that came from the side, then found himself on his back looking up at John. He had been swept from his feet in a fluid motion on what Haemis could only have guessed was a pivot and back swing low at his feet.

Slowly he got to his feet, and took a deep breath and set himself again. This was a lot more swift than a sword that was certain. But his eyes were starting to play catch up, blocking a bit more easy but still not exact. He circled the man and smiled. "Your very good!" he said.
John could tell that the man before him was taking it all in. Forgetting a basic of his training John tried faint left and his opponent took the advantage and place resounding smack to his right thigh. John’s leg buckled slightly. …. Spinning to avoid the next blow he had to throw up a parry as he man had reversed his staff to a two handed down ward strike….. Rolling his staff john drove the attacking staff tip to floor. Putting up his guard John stepped back quickly. “Well you’re learning quickly.”



Posted on 2017-01-10 at 22:12:23.
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