AWD #084: Not Your Friend
Not Your Friend
Summary: Discussions on how best to hit someone and some of the consequences thereafter
Date: 31/03/2013
Related Logs: Nothing specific
Toby Petra Augie 
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.
AWD #84

Toby has a couple of hours to kill before his shift and having spent the evening before buried on systems diagrams and procedure notes, he's decided to give his brain a break and work on something else instead. In this case, one of the punch bags. Wrists, hands and knuckles are wrapped but there's not much about his technique that suggests trained fighter. Spirited ametur in the process of venting is more like it, although by the way he's holding himself now it seems that he's starting to tire.

One of the few advantages to working third shift watch is having the fitness center practically to yourself if you want to take a run before crashing out. So when Petra steps out of the locker room area in some basic sweats, its probably not surprising that the place is pretty much abandoned. At first looking like he's heading for the treadmills, Toby's work on the heavy bag seems to draw his attention away, and is finally distracting enough for the man to alter his steps and slow down, coming to a stop well out of his way, but close enough to appreciate his workout. He slowly folds his arms across his chest, remaining quiet for the time being while he watches.

Toby does not immediately notice the new arrival, not even when it turns into an audience, his focus is quite clearly on the bag in front of him. It's only a few more blows though before his arms and lungs say enough, no matter what the fire within him tries to do to counter that, and he takes a couple of steps backwards before bending to rest his hands on his knees and breathe. The extra pair of feet are finally spotted after several deep lungfuls and his pushes himself upright again to turn towards the newcomer, wiping the sweat off his brow with teh back of his hand as he does so. While it's true that there have been a lot of new names and a lot of new faces of late, Petra's is one that he remembers and he offers a brief nod and then a "sir" between breaths.

Petra offers the faintest hint of a smile at the greeting when he's noticed, nodding his head at the bag Toby's been using, "Don't recall your face, but you been working with that long? PJ keeps telling me I need to stop hitting like a schoolgirl." There's a bit of a smirk at the self-depreciating humor, before he steps in and places a hand on the bag to steady it, "Im willing to entertain any advice anyone else has picked up…"

Darkening the doorway of the fitness center, Augustus makes his way into the fitness center. At least he's no longer attached to Ceres' hip as the large man starts to wander towards the sparring area, eyeing the large punching bag as he starts to strip off his sweats jacket. "Colonel." he offers to Petra. A nod is given towards Toby. "Sup."

"Keep hittin' 'em," Toby starts between breaths, "until they go down." A quick glance is given to the back and then he adds, "works better on people." That's about all he has really, but he's saved by the latest arrival who gets an acknowledging nod as he approaches. It's only when he's closer though that he's recognised from the incident in the Mess, causing a faint from to cross the Tauran's features, although it's quickly suppressed.

Petra glances over at the sound of a familiar voice, bobbing his head slightly, "Lieutenant. Has your wife finally gotten her flight status back?" Yes, there's a reason why the Tactical Officer has been staying away from the Air Wing, but it means he's a little more out of touch on current events, as well. Toby's comment draws his attention back to the bag, "Mmm. Guess I'll just keep at it then, cause I suck pretty badly against other folks. Not exactly what I'd consider a physically demanding job, I suppose."

"Far as I know, she has, sir. We ain't seen too much of each other since shit went south." Augustus says with a tightening expression as he sees Toby's reaction. And then he lets out a long breath. "Any word on her attempted assassin?" he asks before he realizes the earlier conversation. "Ya need training on punchin' shit, Colonel? Hell, ya know that I do that all the time." that tight expression turns into a grim smile. "What ya lookin fer guidance in?"

Toby wipes the sweat of his brow again as the officers start talking, what he might want to say about the Lieutenant's wife he is at least sensible enough to keep to himself as he starts to unwind the wrapping from his hands. "Don't be afraid to go for the nads," he adds to Petra, breathing easing now so he can get a sentence out at a time, "if puts 'em on the floor right quick. Though they'll likely not be your friend after."

Petra shakes his head slightly at the question about the manhunt, "MPs havent given me anything yet, and its not from a lack of me riding their asses like some rodeo, either. As for your wife, good. I was never a pilot, but I imagine if I got told I couldn't return to work in CIC, It'd start driving me a little batshit crazy after a few days." He stretches his fingers, snickering at Toby's comment first and murmuring, "No, I suspect they wouldn't be.." but then raises a brow at Augie, "Augustus, horror stories of what happens to people that spar with you filter their way up to Deck 2. Admiral'd be kinda pissed off at me if I end up in Sickbay again when I didn't even step off the frakking boat, right?" There's enough amusement in the man's tone that he DOES seem to be teasing the DCO. Mostly.

"Now, where exactly did I say I was gonna take a swing at ya, Colonel? Cause ya know, pissing off one of the precious few folks that still talks to me is a great idea." Augustus says with a shrug of his shoulders as he studies the bag thoughtfully before he settles into a loose combat stance and starts to throw a series of jabs and hooks into the bag. "Yah know, last person that tried to kick me in the junk, I broke her frakkin knee. Ya wanna try that shit with me, kid, yer gonna draw back something broken." He eyes Toby with that.

One hand free Toby starts on the other, taking a small step further back from teh bag as Augie starts to work on it to ensure that he's well out of the range of it's movement. He starts as if he's about to say something to Petra then turns to the engineer instead and replies with a short nod, "noted." Only then does he say to the colonel, pointing at Augie as he does so, "see. Not your friend."

Petra chuckles at Augie's comment about where he might be swinging, "Fair enough. If you're in a mood to deal with someone still working on the basics later, let me know and I'll give it a try." He stands there a moment, offering to hold the bag steady for Augie, expecting that the larger male is going to knock it around quite a bit, but he addresses Toby while he stands there, "Unfortunately lately I don't have a whole lot of 'friends' on the boat. Which I suppose doesn't matter, as long as everyone keeps doing their jobs and following orders."

"Ya puttin words in my mouth, kid? I'll take them out." Augustus says as he stops punching the bag as he turns to face Toby and Petra fully. The expression says it all. As he glances towards Petra, there's a snort. "Cause ya know, since my wife is a Cylon, that must make me the enemy, right?" he says as he holds the bag. "Take a few swings, Colonel. I want to see yer form." And Tobias draws one of those dead eye stares from the DCO.

Lesson of the day, be careful how you phrase things infront of officers, especially when the the shit is flying. As Augustus squares up, Toby does too, it's just instinctive but his words are less confrontational, despite a slightly hardened tone. "No. Sir. Just usin' your words to prove my point to the Colonel. Tap a man in the nads and he ain't your friend any more." He stops there and goes back to unwrapping the strapping again, although his jaw does clench at the mention of the Toaster.

Petra shakes his head slightly at Augie, "I didn't say you were the enemy, Augustus. You already know that isn't how I feel about the situation. My comment was just about my own popularity lately." He sizes the man up for a moment, considers, then slightly bobs his head, "Alright then." He glances at Toby and smirks, "You're his witness I agreed to this and knew full well what I was getting into. You know, in case the Lieutenant knocks me into next week or something later on." With that said, he shifts his attention to the bag and purses his lips, bringing his arms up to consider it, then steps in, leading with his right shoulder to land a heavier hit, following up with his left rapidly after.

Augustus gives a short nod of his head before he returns his attention to Petra. "Nice start, Colonel. Let's see yer followup?" he asks as he holds the bag steady, not bothered by the punches being thrown at all.

Toby considers his options, stick around to see what the Colonel has got, or make himself scarce and avoid the risk of being tempted into speaking his mind regarding the current situation. Feeling his jaw clench a little more as he even considers the idea of Toaster lovers he decides that right now the pair by the bag are not people he wants to be around. As such he takes the wrappings in one hand, picks up his sweats jacket in the other and offers a brief, "Sirs," as he turns to leave.

Petra hmms softly, keeping his attention on the bag long enough to shift a little to ther side and throw another fast series of punches, grunting softly with the effort. Toby's stepping away is noticed, but its not until the man unwraps his hands and seems to be heading out that Petra pauses for a second. Eyeing Toby, he says nothing and simply nods his head, "Have a safe evening," and watches him walk away. A quiet look is shot towards Augie before the LTC lifts his hands again and refocuses on the bag.

Augustus just returns that look as he holds the bag for Petra. "Make sure ya keep yer stance a little looser, be ready to follow power with power." he offers as he frowns and considers that look. "I ain't gonna invite the idea of letting people tell me what they think. They want to talk at me, they can. I know what I did, and I don't frakkin regret it."

(OOC: there was more but I left at this point)

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