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Post by Gordon McFadden on Nov 28, 2010 16:45:51 GMT -5
"Too easy." Gordon smirked as he looked over the ten training robots the ship had provided for practice, smoke wafting from their fried circuitry. It hadn't taken long for the biotic to figure out their weaknesses and in a matter of moments had "the best" training dummies out cold. Or short-circuited. He did break into a little bit of a sweat however, which disappointed him: usually these dummies weren't much of a workout. Then again, he had requested engineering to format these bots with anti-gravity shields, making them immune to his biotic abilities. Good ol hand to hand...just like the old days. He grimaced at the phrase, knowing that "the old days" were just a collection of mass genocides, just...
Hold it in, Gordon...hold it all in.
He took a deep breathe, resolving to not allow those visions to come back. Those kids are gone no...
Footsteps. Thirty degrees to the le...
Oh. Well hello beautiful.
Anna was someone he couldn't figure out, someone who he needed to weigh more in terms of her actions to see if she was as genuine as she portrayed herself to be. Didn't mean he couldn't admire her.
"Lucky. Just got done mopping the floor with these guys. Training room is all yours."
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Post by ~ ADMIN on Nov 28, 2010 17:04:28 GMT -5
It wasn't long now till Christmas, and Anna was mostly wrapping things up where work was concerned, finishing mission reports, making sure there was no tactical operations that needed completing while she was away visiting Ben's family. It had been a long day, and to wind down, she was going to visit the gym for the first time in a little while - she'd been avoiding it of late, because of her run in with Davis, and how that ended, she was afraid to take out her feelings about it on the training equipment, and her fists. But as her mind eased, she felt more in control of her body and mind, and if she didn't go back soon, she wouldn't at all before the holidays.
Dressed in her sport shorts, tank top, and gym shoes, she entered the gym, feeling eyes on her immediately.
"Well, if it isn't Gordon McFadden." He was one of her tactical officers. They'd talked on occasion, but only really when referring to missions, she rarely saw him outside of work.
She smirked when she saw the way his eyes wandered over her body. Men and their testosterone.
"Who said I wanted to train alone?"
She'd been sparring for a fight for a while, with someone real - not one of those training robots or simulations. Humans were unpredictable, and, in theory, harder to beat.
"Think you can give me a run for my money?"
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Post by Gordon McFadden on Nov 28, 2010 17:18:15 GMT -5
Gordon raised his eyebrows in surprise. It wasn't very often that he trained with another person(when he did, they usually wound up driven through the wall), especially a superior officer. But she was the one challenging...and if Gordon had any say, he wouldn't back away from a challenge. He had fought women in the past, so this wouldn't be uncomfortable(in fact, he and one of his female squadmates had it out in a training session. Almost destroyed the room.)
"I don't know, Anna, I don't want to send you home crying to Ben. I mean, he wouldn't want to have his woman's face all messed up before they went on shore leave." He cracked his neck twice, giving her a smirk of defiance. Gordon knew that he had a reputation of being the loose cannon on the ship, so blatantly insulting his superior officer wasn't going to get him too heckled. But at this point, who cares? She was the one who wanted to go, and he wasn't going to back down from this. He had heard of her rep: ex-military, fought off pirates and terrorists, the whole package.
Lets see if the hype has some substance to it.
Gordon backed onto the mat, using his biotics to push the robots off the training room floor, leaving the two enough room. He extended his hand forward and motioned for her to come onto the mat, telling her:
"Come on baby girl, we ain't got all day."
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Post by ~ ADMIN on Nov 28, 2010 17:26:15 GMT -5
Oh, this one had quite the ego. It was rolling off him in waves.
Of course she'd read his file. That ability of his was quite handy in a fight, and certainly gave him the upper hand, so to speak. It would be a nice test of her own skills, and it would certainly sweeten the win if she managed to beat him despite his advantage.
"I'm not the one who's going to go home crying, dear," she said, clenching her shoulder blades before shaking out her arms, and bouncing a couple of times on the spot as she stepped onto the edge of the mat.
"You want it, you got it."
Her first thrust was with her right fist, set to hit him straight in the jaw. It would no doubt be deflected. Following a split second later, her left fist slammed into his gut, her foot stamping down upon his, before she jumped back, readying herself in a defensive position for his rebuttle.
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Post by Gordon McFadden on Nov 28, 2010 17:30:41 GMT -5
"Oh come o.." Gordon deflected the first blow easily, but had underestimated her timing: he felt the gut blow hard. As she jumped back, he gave her a wolfish as he charged forward, striking with both palms out to the abdominal area. The palm strike, he hoped, would land on first contact, but just in case, the biotic quickly followed up with a roundhouse kick. Either move should get her staggered her enough to where he could have her on the ropes.
Or so he hoped.
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Post by ~ ADMIN on Nov 28, 2010 17:35:58 GMT -5
The palm strike slammed straight into Anna's arms as she defended herself, but the kick was harder to dodge, and knocked her off her feet. Falling onto her back, she immediately pushed up with her arms, slamming both of her feet into his chest before landing in a crouched position. She sprung back up onto her feet and shook her head slightly, pulling her fists up.
This was going to be interesting.
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Post by Gordon McFadden on Nov 28, 2010 17:43:56 GMT -5
"Awww, what, baby girl off her game?" His trash talking was of a two fold nature: for one thing, he naturally gravitated toward demoralizing an opponent, no matter who it was. He also found that a constant stream of words seemed to throw some people off, leaving their form open and exposed. He decided to, in a brash maneuver, take the offensive again and see if she could handle the moves he was about to show her. Gordon took hold of Anna's wrist, twisting it enough to where he could swing around and knock her to the ground, where he would be able apply a submission hold. Of course, as he swung around to her back, he knew he would be exposed...but she couldn't react that quick. Could she?
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Post by ~ ADMIN on Nov 28, 2010 17:48:33 GMT -5
Never underestimate your opponent. It was one of the first things that Anna had been taught. And it was clear that Gordon didn't believe she had the skill to beat him. His mistake.
The wrist move was near impossible to break, but hell be damned if she was going down onto that mat alone. Her free hand seized his shirt, her leg jabbing the back of his knee in order to bring him to his knees.
Taking a breath, she clambered up, forcing her knee between his shoulder blades, forcing him onto his front.
"Ready to surrender?"
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Post by Gordon McFadden on Nov 28, 2010 17:55:04 GMT -5
Oh she was good. That move usually got most of his opponents on the mat the first time around. His mind registered the pain that Anna's knee was creating, causing acute pain right on his spine. He gritted his teeth as he thought of a way out. His eyes caught the sight of one of her hands dangling freely..right within grasp. Perfect. He managed to snag that hand with one of his own, throwing her off of him and giving him enough time to tackle her to the ground, where he quickly placed his hands on her arms forcefully, looking down on her with that same cocky grin, saying:
"Surrender? What are you, some kind of cop? Big ol words don't get ya nowhere on this mat, baby."
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Post by ~ ADMIN on Nov 28, 2010 18:03:09 GMT -5
"Or a dominatrix, but lucky for you, I am neither," she said, "or maybe not so lucky, I suppose that depends on your opinion." She returned his grin, acutely aware of the fact that he was crushing her arms, and that they were of no use to her.
No matter, this was what her legs were for.
Pulling her knee up slightly, she twisted her foot round, stroking his main pleasure centre with the ball of her foot as a distraction, a smirk on her face. Then, drawing the foot back, she slammed her foot strain into his groin, making him reel backwards in pain.
Her arms now released, she climbed up and shooks her arms down, looking at him writhing on the floor. "Bet you don't feel so cocky now."
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Post by Gordon McFadden on Nov 28, 2010 18:14:24 GMT -5
Gordon couldn't believe this woman! He smirked as her foot probed, knowing that she couldn't resist...
Kicking him in the testicular region.
The biotic grit his teeth as he almost flew back from Anna's body, breathing hard as he tried to control the pain that was revolving around the system. Oh she was in for it now...oh she was so in for it. He shook his head to clear some of the cobwebs that came from such a forceful blow, getting to his feet as he said:
"You...are just plain dirty. You know that? Dirty." The pain was fading slightly as he reset himself, coming to a fighting stance as he assessed the situation: it was still early in the match, so he had some time to recover.
"I can play dirty too." He held out a hand and channeled the air around him, causing Anna's body to come off the ground. He positioned her about a foot off the ground before he charged, executing a running side kick that would have thrown her back by about fifteen feet.
"We're even."
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Post by ~ ADMIN on Nov 28, 2010 18:28:03 GMT -5
Anna didn't get a chance to comment or retort, the sensation of being lifted off the ground like that made her go quiet. She hated not being in control of her own body. HATED it.
Crashing to the ground, Anna swallowed a mouthful of air way too quickly and almost choked, letting out a strange hiccough. Gasping for breath, she blinked away the spots, beligerantly getting back up onto her feet.
"We're far from even," she said, her voice a little strangled.
Charging back at him, she looked as though she was going to attack, but instead slid down between his legs. Coming back up onto her feet, she threw a flying kick straight into his back, landing back on the mat, feet spread apart.
Her brothers had been the only ones to take her control away from her in the past, and if she could have shown them just how angry (or upset) it made her, they wouldn't have lived to tell the tale.
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Post by Gordon McFadden on Nov 29, 2010 20:58:19 GMT -5
"Oh?" Gordon could see a shift in her stance, almost as if a switch was turned on in her physique. It was natural to her, but it seemed to turn her into someone else. A very angry someone else. He flew back a few feet, body hitting the mat for a moment before he quickly rebounded up onto the balls of his feet. Oh she was mad. What did he do to trigger this? Smack talk? No. It was something different. Something told him that he needed to stop...
No! Finish this woman off! She attacked you, now finish the mission.
No! I won't!
"No...I won't." Gordon took a knee, wiping sweat that had accumulated on his brow. He looked up at Anna with a lopsided grin, telling her:
"You're fightin off of rage. Anger. Your form is getting compromised because of it." He now stood up fully, cracking his neck(a habit) before continuing:
"I'm done." It seemed odd that he would stop at such a critical moment in their match, but he knew his own emotions were riding high...and he had almost given in. But he wasn't like them anymore, he wasn't a cold blooded hurting machine.
He was a man.
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Post by ~ ADMIN on Nov 30, 2010 9:07:24 GMT -5
Gordon refused to go on, and although her first reaction was to goad him on, tell him to keep going regardless, she realised he was right about her anger; it may not have hindered her performance, but she couldn't let her rage take over. Relaxing as much as she could, she took a step backwards, mentally and physically.
"Sorry," she said, massaging her sore ribs, "you're a good fighter, the UGAP wasn't wrong."
No missions so far had required any real intense tactical activity or fighting from the majority of the tactical staff, but if they did in the future, Anna would trust Gordon as much as Ben to have her back.
Physically anyway.
Walking off the mat, she grabbed a bottle of water from the biosynthesiser before sitting cross legged on the floor and taking a long drink.
She wasn't quite sure what there was to say after that abrupt ending.
"Having that skill must come in handy."
The one that had made her anger flare up in the first place.
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Post by Gordon McFadden on Nov 30, 2010 21:17:39 GMT -5
Gordon gave her a wide smile, telling her:
"Of course it does. Helps out when you have women who want to harm your testicles. Not that I'm implying you would do anything like that, senior officer McAdams. You're too nice." His sarcasm was sharp, but that's how he usually communicated...when he wasn't smacktalking.
"You read my file though, you know what it can do. That's why I'm here. That's why I want to kick R4 all over this messed up galaxy. Restore some order, man. Get everything working again. Then maybe we don't have to fight each other." The last statement had a different feel to it, as if Gordon changed personas, morphing into a different man. That tone quickly dropped however when he asked:
"So, where you and your baby boy off to for leave? Gonna go sip on margaritas and enjoy Sunshine? I know how you higher-ups like your vacations."
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