AWD #606: Devil in the Dark
AWD #606: Devil in the Dark
Summary: The final exam where muscle isn't the mettle being tested.
Date: Fri 17/Feb/2017 (OOC Date)
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Jimenez Samtara 
Fitness Center - Deck 3 - Battlestar Orion
Smelling of sweat and grease, the Fitness Center is a place where individuals can come to work out or just work off stress. The area closest to the entrance is taken up by two very large sparring pads with a pathway down the center, each pad removable to reveal a Pyramid court beneath. The walls beside the pads hold lockers for everything from pugilist sticks to boxing gloves to rubber guns, though deadly weapons are strictly prohibited in here except by authorized personnel such as on-duty Military Police. Standing goalposts for Pyramid are also kept against the wall. Past the pads are a vast number of nautilus machines as well as free weights to lift. At the back of the room are workout bikes, rowing machines, treadmills, and stairclimbers. There is an entrance to the pool at the rear as well as a locker room to the side.
Mon 04/Sep/2006 (IC Date)

The Fitness Center is usually empty at this time of night. This is no exception. Jimenez didn't want an audience. Sam was told to show up in her work dungarees and wearing her sidearm. Most of the place is lights-out except for the set of lights nearest the padded fighting circle. The only three things Jimenez seem to have brought are two bottles of water and a small medical kit. She's standing at the edge of the ring, waiting, hands folded behind her back. There's a rather solemn look to her, too. That sort of quiet control that makes a person wonder if she is about to explode or lay down to go to sleep.

That there isn't a watching audience placing wagers and shouting out advice is actually the best reason, as far as Sam is concerned, to hit the Fit-Cen at this time of the night, as a general rule. She's dressed and carrying, accordingly, and the small field kit she carries is easy to fit in the messenger style bag she sometimes carts around anyway, so when she arrives and sees Jimenez with similar preparations, a sort of surprised-reluctant smile forms on her face. The bag is stowed, anything else she's carrying is set aside as well before she joins her at the edge of the ring.

Once Nadir has everything stowed and ready, Jimenez finally speaks. "This will be your test, Sam. There are no pads. There are no apologies. The only reason we're on these mats is because neither of us can risk an impact concussion with a steel deck plate." Becks seems serious. "This is a bare-knuckle fight. You will use your skills you have learned and beat me. Or you're going to stay here on this ship and with the colonies for the rest of your life. I know what this means to you. But if you don't come back, I'm stuck here. So I'm not going to try to hit you. I'm going to hurt you. If you don't stop me, you're going to end up my patient." She takes a step closer. "Unload your gun and put it back in the holster. Your goal is to either choke me unconscious, force me to tap out, or hold me still long enough to put a bullet into my head. Otherwise, I'll decide when you've had enough. Once the fight starts? I decide when its over. Questions?"

Unloading the gun as instructed, Sam returns it to the holster worn at her side, her holster, her gun, and angles a solemn nod at Becks. She also unloops her tags from around her neck and stows them in one pocket, makes sure she didn't forget to stow her reading glasses NOT in her pockets either before she turns to face Becks again. "I understand. And if I didn't believe that I can do this, and return, I wouldn't be risking your life or risk taking you away from your family like this."

Becks lifts a hand and shakes her head. "The times for those words are past. Decisions have been made. It is you and me. Live or die. If I kill you, how many people am I really killing? How many people will die because you we're strong enough to fight to be there? If I kill you, who is really responsible for their deaths? …Is it me? …Or is it you, because you didn't fight hard enough or train hard enough? If you think it would be my fault, then walk away now." Another step closer into the ring. "You have ten seconds to walk out that door then your testing begins."

Samtara gives a calm but decisive shake of her head and strides out into the ring instead, pacing forward but at an angle so she can keep an eye on Becks every step of the way. "I'm one surgeon, Becks, not the entire medical corps. One surgeon, not the sum of the medical knowledge that remains in the colonial fleet let alone on any of the worlds that are still out there, clouded over with radiation or not. If you kill me, then I die, and it's my fault, for not being ruthless enough or fast enough or just flat out -enough- of enough to get the job done. I am one person, and I am going to live."

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Jimenez=Melee Vs Samtara=Melee
< Jimenez: Good Success Samtara: Failure
< Net Result: Jimenez wins - Solid Victory

Jimenez shrugs and nods. Fair enough. She's barely finished the gesture before she gives a low kick to sweep Sam's legs but its a simple fake in order to close the range and get into striking distance for her arms. She backhands a forearm across Sam's cheek and follows through completely, the impact probably enough to break the skin. That's going to be a nasty bruise and it probably hurts like hell.

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Samtara=Melee Vs Jimenez=Melee
< Samtara: Success Jimenez: Good Success
< Net Result: Jimenez wins - Marginal Victory

Angling her head to the side and rolling one shoulder up at the same time, buffering the impact so that it's not just her face, and not just her neck, that absorbs the impact. Sam continues the angle, letting the impact rock her back enough to give her room to move. She steps in, instead of out, and responds with a short arm jab of one fist toward Jimenez's face, bringing her other arm up in a defensive posture, elbows tucked in and close before aiming a low kick at Becks as well.

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Jimenez=Melee Vs Samtara=Melee
< Jimenez: Great Success Samtara: Success
< Net Result: Jimenez wins - Crushing Victory

Jimenez intercepts the kick with her shin and, thanks to deadened nerves, fends it off well enough. But it provides the moment needed. Becks see's that blocking arm go up and she walks right by Sam. She grab's the blocking wrist with her hand and holds it in a death grip, meanwhile her other leg makes a sudden movement and kicks both of Sam's out from behind. She accelerates Sam's arm backwards as Sam takes a knee. The effect is Sam doing a backflip against her will and hitting the mats hard on her stomach, face first.

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Samtara=Melee Vs Jimenez=Melee
< Samtara: Good Success Jimenez: Failure
< Net Result: Samtara wins - Solid Victory

The impact against the mat is seen a fraction of a second before she smacks into it, giving Sam just enough time to turn her face to the side so that the impact - while it slaps the breath out of her - doesn't smash her face fully into the mat. Getting smacked into the mat doesn't make her just lay there and consider her options, she jerks her free arm up and back, elbow jabbing as hard as she can toward Becks. Not a tap or a light feint, for training purposes, but putting all of her effort into that one movement to free herself and regain her feet.

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Jimenez=Melee Vs Samtara=Melee
< Jimenez: Success Samtara: Good Success
< Net Result: Samtara wins - Marginal Victory

Jimenez probably wasn't expecting her to avoid slamming her face. Godsdamn, Becks isn't screwing around. She really intends to hurt Sam! The other elbow coming around catches Jimenez just below the eye and disorients her for a moment. She rises off the kneel and takes an unsteady step back, blinking to get situated.

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Samtara=Melee Vs Jimenez=Melee
< Samtara: Success Jimenez: Success
< Net Result: DRAW

Rolling to her feet after slamming her elbow into Beck's face, Sam doesn't move more than half a step away as she shifts her balance forward to her right foot, draws her left knee up and slams a kick back at Becks as hard and as fast as she can. Momentum carries her around, the turning taking her face to face with Jimenez, allowing her the line of sight to keep track of her movements while sucking in air to replace that which was slapped out of her by the impact with the mat.

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Jimenez=Melee Vs Samtara=Melee
< Jimenez: Great Success Samtara: Success
< Net Result: Jimenez wins - Crushing Victory

Becks seems to regain her senses suddenly, those damned ears giving her an advantage. She gives a false low jab with her left to get Sam to lower her guard towards her ribs. This time Jimenez uses the solid bottom of her forearm by her elbow to run across Sam's jaw. She's already moving for the follow-up strike after that pain was delivered.

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Samtara=Melee Vs Jimenez=Melee
< Samtara: Success Jimenez: Failure
< Net Result: Samtara wins - Marginal Victory

Ducking her head, again, and angling her shoulder to help absorb the impact, Sam's ears are ringing from the impact of Beck's forearm, but she steps away from the follow up strike. Sam pivots her upper body, twisting away so that she's not exactly where she's expected to be. She forms her fingers into a wedge and feints a jab at Beck's throat only so that she can slam the heel of her other hand where Beck's rib cage comes together at the stomach level in front of the diaphragm.

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Jimenez=Melee Vs Samtara=Melee
< Jimenez: Good Success Samtara: Success
< Net Result: Jimenez wins - Solid Victory

Jimenez absorbs the hit with a wince. She coughs once and looks fierce in her eyes. her face is already starting to swell the lumps from the hits, blood already smeared a bit in the sweat on her cheek. She twitches a fake from her right arm, but then fakes left and slams a palm-heel strike right into Sam's chest, centered and right below her collarbone.

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Samtara=Melee Vs Jimenez=Melee
< Samtara: Good Success Jimenez: Amazing Success
< Net Result: Jimenez wins - Solid Victory

Eyes moving toward the twitch and then the fake, Sam doesn't see or respond to the palm-heel strike in time and rocks back half a step with a wheeze of sound that isn't quite a breath, but the notion of a breath. She brings both arms up, defensive posture, elbows tucked in, angling to the side with a series of not quite measured steps as she jabs out at Jimenez again, buying time to get her breath back.

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Jimenez=Melee Vs Samtara=Melee
< Jimenez: Good Success Samtara: Success
< Net Result: Jimenez wins - Solid Victory

Jimenez easily dodges the punches from Samtara and huffs. There's blood in the air and she can smell it. The Arpay Doctor doesn't just espouse 'Do Know Harm,' she looks like she's actually going to kill Sam. The next hit comes suddenly from Jimenez and she strikes her left out and punches Sam square in the mouth. Becks holds her loose fighting posture and stares at Sam. "Go ahead, Sam. Fucking quit. You can already taste your own blood. You either kill me or I'm going to kill you on this mat," she says, circling a little.

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Samtara=Melee Vs Jimenez=Melee
< Samtara: Good Success Jimenez: Good Success
< Net Result: Jimenez wins - Marginal Victory

Samtara's head snaps back and she rocks back half a step as well before recovering enough to turn and spit the taste of blood out of her mouth, feeling it on her teeth as well as she shakes her head. "No." Just that, no monologue no argument no witty repartee no rebuttal no elaborate use of either language. Just 'No', and with the taste of blood in her mouth she steps forward again, exchanging another pair of blows, hitting with everything she has, each time. Not aiming /at/ Becks, but through, leaving nothing in reserve. All or nothing.

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Jimenez=Melee Vs Samtara=Melee
< Jimenez: Good Success Samtara: Good Success
< Net Result: Jimenez wins - Marginal Victory
<FS3> Samtara rolls Presence+Body: Good Success.

One of the punches from same brushes Beck's blouse but she dodges around it. There's a small trickle of blood on her left cheek, but she's still heavily in the fight. After another punch from Sam, Becks steps in and throws another punch to Sam's face, connecting with her left jaw. More blood. "This fight doesn't stop until I say so. You leave this ring, I will hunt you down and kill you. There will be no place to hide from me, Sam." Every single ounce of Jimenez looks like she means it. The sheer ferocity in her eyes is enough to reinforce it. The biggest advantage Becks has isn't her ability, its that she /has/ killed before. And probably with her bare hands. Or at th least her sidearm.

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Samtara=Melee Vs Jimenez=Melee
< Samtara: Success Jimenez: Good Success
< Net Result: Jimenez wins - Solid Victory

Each jab, no matter how solidly connected or not, rings up along Sam's arms and shoulders, her head snapping back again, not quite fast enough to turn enough to make the blow slide along her jaw instead of the solid square on impact. She spits, again, her teeth cutting her own lips and she still doesn't stand down. She's rocky, her knuckles already bruised, and that Becks is bloody and bruised too is one of the things keeping Sam on her feet. She keeps her arms up this time, elbows tucked in, aiming a series of kicks at Becks, fighting for balance and momentum to add weight to the kicks themselves.

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Jimenez=Melee Vs Samtara=Melee
< Jimenez: Good Success Samtara: Success
< Net Result: Jimenez wins - Solid Victory

<FS3> Samtara rolls Presence+Body-1: Failure.

Becks meets each of Samtara's kicks with one of her own, blunting the attacks. The Arpay Doctor aggressively steps in after the last one and throws an elbow at Samtara's other cheek and on the follow-through, grabs her arm and throws her, sending Sam tumbling across the ground to stop about five or six feet away, momentarily out of arm's reach from Jimenez's relentless hits. The woman stands back tall and circles just a bit. "You can't take too many more hits to the head, Sam. That ringing in your ears, that copper taste, that headache. Its your brain bouncing and in danger of swelling." Sam knows she's close to blacking out. That last strike hurt. Legs are unsteady and her arms are about all that really works with muscle memory. "You pass out, I'm taking you back to the Machines and your ass belongs to them, slave. Forever." Jimenez does start to move closer, though. She then starts shouting, barking angrily, "Who is it going to be, Sam?! You or me?!"

Samtara slams into the mat hard enough that she is making that wheezing sound again as she rolls to her side, bracing her left hand against the mat and breathing for a moment while Jimenez paces and circles. Those obnoxious little black spots that cloud the edges of her vision are everything they're supposed to be: warning indicators to stop doing that which is creating the black spots in the first place so as to avoid making it worse. She forces her breathing to steady, which isn't pretty, or easy, and more than once she has to spit the taste of blood out of her mouth as she swipes her left hand over her face to clear the blood and sweat out of her eyes. She rises to one knee and draws the sidearm from where it's holstered, the illogic of the move - of all things - just pisses her off and she steadies her elbow on one knee before angling the empty weapon and pulling the trigger several times. The sound of her own breathing is harsh in her ears, the empty movement that accompanies each trigger pull makes her hand spasm slightly, the muscles in her forearm working. She rises to her feet again, breath whistling between her teeth, but she is on her feet, and that's where she plans to stay.

Becks has that sick smile at seeing Sam struggle, like she enjoys this. It gives the impression Becks might actually kill Sam. But when the sidearm comes out, she stops and lofts her brow. She's about to charge when the trigger is pulled. That stops her about four feet away. Again and again, the trigger is pulled and Becks seems to relax. "Fight's over," she says quietly. The expression slackens and she starts to look more like her old self. She trots over to the side to grab her med pack and both bottles of water. There's s quick move back to Sam and she gestures. "Sit, Sam. Please. Lets get some cold compresses on you. I need to check your eyes." For concussion. This is Becks again. There's concern there and it isn't faked.

The whistling sound of her breathing accompanied by the to loud sound of her heart beating makes the sound of Beck's voice oddly warped in a sort of doppler way and it takes Sam several attempts to actually think her way through what Beck's is actually saying while tracking her movements with the gun. She doesn't stand down immediately, either, actually panting with her mouth open, not quite able to draw breath through her nose despite not quite having had her face slammed into the mat earlier. "Ok. Right. Ok." She tries to reholster the gun with her right hand, finds that it's shaking and exhales, nice and slow, until her hand is steady again and slides the weapon back into place. She sits, or maybe her knees are done working properly for the moment, so it's a controlled descent but she ends up with her legs folded and both hands braced against the mat for additional support.

Jimi reaches into her back and breaks a couple compress packs and they turn cold. Each is wrapped in a small medical towel, the woman sitting on her knees next to Sam. Both are left on he ground and a roll of gauze comes out, followed by a small plastic fluids bucket. Water is cracked open and handed to Sam. "Flush the blood and spit, then I want you to drink half of that right now." A penlight comes out and she moves to hold Sam's eyes open and look right in. Sometimes the most basic tools are the best. "Name, rank, serial number, your position, and the ship we are currently on. Fast as you can." Becks is treating her as priority before anything else.

Accepting the bottle of water, Sam wipes the back of her mouth with one hand, takes a mouth full of water and moves it around, wincing, spits the water out into the plastic bucket and does it again before she drinks enough of the water to make the roof of her mouth hurt and the top of her head feel like it might be ready to explode. "Samtara Nadir, Major, 463-50-9874, CMO, Orion," is breathed out in uneven bursts, but she gets all the answers correct. "It's also the fourth day of September, before you ask. Or it might be the fifth, now, not sure," in a voice that's level and still raspy at the same time. "Your face is bleeding," she squints at the light, while actually knowing better than to do that, but does anyway.

Jimenez listens, seemingly satisfied with what she hears and see's. The Arpay Doctor gives a little smile to the point that she is bleeding. "I'd hope so. You landed some pretty good hits I didn't expect." She lets herself bleed, though, and holds up one of the wrapped packs to Sam's temple where the elbow struck. "Though you got something wrong there, Sam." There's a hint of a coy smile. "You're not the CMO anymore. I am. In case you forgot, you're going on a little trip tomorrow."

"Blame Sergeant Ynyr," Sam replies, "He's a really good teacher. So is Valloy, who is both scary good and a bit daunting," she settles on that word and takes over holding the ice pack against her temple, exhaling a breath through her teeth. In so many different layers of pain, Sam doesn't even try to control the emotion that's making a mess of things. She realizes at some point that she's crying, "You're the CMO now. And you'll take care of them, while I'm gone," not a question, a statement of faith. Absolute faith, in fact, paired with a single nod.

"I'll be sure to thank him on behalf of myself and the Diplomatic Corps." Becks takes out a few antiseptic wipes and slowly lifts them to the cuts on Sam's face around the swelling. She leaves the tears alone and smiles. "This was never a test, Sam. It was your last lesson. We knew we wanted you to go. Valloy always endorsed it, so did Chapman. I'm sorry for the deception but it was necessary in order to prepare you." She blots at the cuts. "The lesson was to teach you that your right to survive supercedes that of all others. In your heart, you are an old soul. You seek to heal those around you, not harm. Your ability to care for the people of this galaxy goes beyond that of everyone else not in the Corps. Your enemies will not fight fair against you or your patients. Nor should you fight fair." She smiles to Sam, that warm and maternal look on her face. Leaning forward slightly, she gently kisses' Sam's forehead and goes back to looking to Nadir. "Welcome to the Diplomatic Corps, Doctor Nadir."

The look on Sam's face is confusion edged with a bit of shock that eventually edges back around to a look of relief that's still edged with shock. Except there's a fine edge of happy there as well, accomplishment, bits and pieces starting to snap into place as Sam leans forward and hugs Becks without warning, making a sound that's almost a laugh but not quite before she leans back again with a wince. "Welcome to the Colonial Fleet, Dr. Jimenez," she offers in return and the smile that blooms on her face, even with the wince that goes with it again, can't be diminished by the various aches and pains that made it possible. "Thank you. For everything."

Becks holds her in the hug, rocking her just a liiiittle with it. She's grinning despite the pain in her own head and body. Not as bad as Sam, but she still knows she got into a fight. "Thank you," she says quietly to the welcome. Becks quickly goes back to cleaning, though, and then reaches for a few bandages. "You're very welcome, Sam. You should know that you figure very large in the report that I will be issuing to Arpay Fleet Command. You were instrumental in facilitating our return of friendly contact and relations with some of our oldest and most cherished allies. It will never be forgotten. A lot of people are going to want to meet you when you get back from your deployment." The bandages are applied to help hold the skin breaks closed and she applies some cool gel to them that seems ot stop the bleeding right away. "Take note, Sam, that I am not apologizing for what just took place or how this was done - just that deception was necessary. Trust your gut. If you have to fight then believe that you made the right decision and follow-through. I'm sure this will only make you want to train harder." She puts it all back down and looks to Sam with the same bright smile. "One day, you will be on my position, and you will need to put someone to the test. Count on it."

Blinking slowly at Becks as she goes back to cleaning and applying the few bandages needed for the worst of it, Sam's expression is both stunned and a bit bemused. "Me?" she voices that question, just the once, then closes her eyes and shakes her head slightly. "I just. . I'm glad, that anything I did helped." Making a small sound that is mostly an exhale and almost a huff of breath at the same time, "It was worth it. Every minute. Every hour. Every drop of sweat and everything else, it was worth it. And no, an apology would just make everything wrong," she makes that quiet sound that's again almost a huff of breath and sort of a rueful tone at the same time before she clears her throat a little, coughs just the once, makes a half laugh at the wheeze of sound that still whistles past her teeth before she nods. "Damn right it well. And hell, should that day come to pass? I will damn well do you proud, I promise."

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