USS Dark Fire (IC)

Hora
"I think I'll pass on this first class. Think about inviting Lt Loka Bumme as well. That might prevent Lt Sol from going all "raging dinosaur" during the training.

Hora went over to her command station and began to review the local star charts.
 
Stardate 29870607.0545

Ensign Yito Seja:
“It’s no interruption,” Yito replied as she slowed and moved to the side of the track, stepping off when they reached an open space. “Yes, I can teach you what I know. Which form are you interested in learning?”

The Ensign couldn’t have been on the track long as she wasn’t winded or even sweating yet. “I know a few at Mastery level, and a couple others at beginner level.”

“Bajorian is my best, but I’ve studied the Starfleet Security and MACO regimens, as well as a few others. Though I haven’t mastered them all. Did you know that Humans from Earth have more varieties of martial arts than any other species? Far to many for anyone to ever learn them all.”

Reeves:
“Thank you for the suggestion Captain, it’s appreciated.” Reeves said as she walked to her command station.

Working on the message he sent it out to the MACO’s and Security staff. As well as:

Lt. Loka Bumme​
Ensign Yito Seja
Counselor Dr. Xiana Marlowe
2nd Lt. Alfredo Araiza
LCdr. Shino ‘Tiger’ McLeo
Dr. L’Sa T’Ker T’Gahn, Ph.d

Acceptance was limited to ten. With final approval by Commander Jordan Reeves​
 
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◅ XIANA MARLOWE ▻

Falling in line with the ensign, Xiana contemplated her question. “I knew there was a variety, but I wasn’t aware we had the most.” Shamefully, it made sense. Humans never seemed to get enough conflict or ego increase. “I’m looking for an even knowledge of offense and defense long-term, although I’m sure it’s wiser to be comfortable with defensive methods first. I assume self-preservation is a priority for beginners.”

She took a moment to sip some water. “I’m not quite sure what Bajorian is, but I’m open to anything you have mastery in.”
 
Stardate 29870607.0550

Yito:


“Defense and offense are fluid. By defending you attack, and by attacking you defend. Bajorian focuses on incapacitating and killing an opponent. It was reformed during the Cardassian Occupation to be more effective against Cardassian physiology but the strikes are effective against all species.”

“Before the occupation it was more of a blocking and redirection technique. But I know enough about different styles to tech you what you want. But the first thing you learn is how to stand, move your feet, and survive a fall.”

“The second is how to be calm. After that is strikes, blocks and throws.” Yito explained calmly. “I work the overnight shift now, so I’m available whenever you want to learn.”​
 
Lt. Sol and Lt. Bumme

Where did it all go wrong?

Zosh didn’t need to ask. The answer had been etched into every misstep, every moment he let pride, his ego and arrogance pull him out of the running. He was built for greatness—everyone had said so—but ego had made him reckless. Loka had seen it, exploited it, and played him like a virtuoso plays a flawed instrument.

“I’m not resigning,” Zosh muttered, eyes locked on the shimmering 3D chessboard. “But I think you’ve won this round.”

Loka tilted her head, feigning innocence. “Did you let me win?”

Zosh’s jaw tightened. “No.” The word came out like a growl. Losing was a language he refused to speak.

A soft chime—“Beep, beep”—broke the tension. Loka glanced at her interface and lit up.

“Ooh, look at this! Commander Reeves just invited me to a training seminar—‘Introduction to The Force.’ It’s optional, but sounds kind of cool.”

Zosh’s console blinked. He checked it, then grunted. “I got the invite too.”

“Let’s go,” Loka said, her enthusiasm bubbling over.

“Sounds dreadful,” Zosh replied, deadpan.

Loka leaned in, eyes gleaming with mischief. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

Zosh’s scowl softened into a reluctant smile. “Suddenly, it sounds... less dreadful.” He bumped his forehead gently against hers. She knew how to change his mind.
 
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