AWD #607: Officers' Workout
Officers' Workout
Summary: Two marrine officers work out, and talk shop.
Date: 18/02/2017
Related Logs: None
Amos Penta 
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 #607

While Amos may be forced to spend most of his time these days behind a desk, that doesn't mean he has any intention of loosing his combat status through lack of fitness. As such he's up early, at the time of the morning usually reserved for the night shift bitching about how long they still have to go before their relief. As such, the fitness centre is quiet, not empty, it's never empty, but it's quiet, meaning everyone has space to get on with their own programmes without bothering others. The major is inhis fleet issue sweats and appears to be tabbing on a treadmill. The backpack he has on his back isn't full combat weight, but not does it look empty, and, by the look of things, he's been at it a while.

For whatever reason, Penta is up this early as well. He enters the fitness center in Fleet-issue sweats and quickly grabs a pair of training gloves, securing them to his hands before he begins battering the speed bag in front of him with an intensity that doesn't suit the time of day all that well.

A small alarm on Amos' wristwatch goes off, and the major glances down to cancel it before reaching forward to turn the machine into it's warm-down settling. The pace of the belt slowly declreases until he's just walking, then, after a few more minutes, stops altogether and he steps off. Ditching the bag he opens it and pulls out a towel and water bottle that had been packed at the top. The towel goes round his neck and then he's taking a few measured drinks. Setting the bottle down again he turns to get some space for stretches and then notices Penta. Rolling his shoudlers to loosen them he calls in greeting, "Ensign," then starts to stretch his legs so they don't sieze. "Things that bad already?" he jokes, noting the ferocity, "or just pretending you're a Tauran?"

Penta chuckles. "Neither, sir. This just seemed like a slightly less-boring way to do cardio than the treadmill."

Amos continues with his stretches as the conversation starts. "Sounds like I'm not giving you enough work to do then," he notes with a faint smile, "if you don't need the time to turn your brain off that a good run gives you." He doens't seem to serious object to the younger man's exercise choice though. "How is it going with Major Gray by the way? Cursed him to Kobol and back yet?"

Penta laughs. "Not yet, but then I have a pretty high frustration tolerance." John speaks when he pauses in battering the speedbag in 30-second bursts.

"You've time yet," Amos answers with a sagely nod, "although I like to think that he's better than he used to be thanks to my influence." The fiant shake of his head after that speaks volumes, but there you go. "And HQ? You settling in okay? I haven't had chance to speak to you much of late."

Penta raises his eyebrows. "Do I want to know how bad he was before?" A grin, then. "Settling in fine, so far, thanks for asking. Truth be told, with our current situation, security ops rarely require than occasional tweaking from me, so I've been focusing on the intel side of my brief and trying to watch out for longer-term issues, ir."

"He has always been very good at keeping fleet secrets secret," Amos replies diplomatically, "but it did make my job as S3 hard sometimes when we got little to no warning of things deemed sensitive. Hard to plan a combat operation when you know nothing about it until the last moment. He has, I think, got better though. Or at least, he has a better understanding of what we need to know in advance." The report on Penta's own progress gets a faint nod, "Aye, Sergeant Ynyr has been on top of thing from a security side for a long time. Do you find you've enough to do though? Plenty to keep you busy?"

Penta looks thoughtful. "Sure, but the thing is - we're in a holding pattern. I can tell. But I have no idea what we're in a holding pattern *for*."

"Happens sometimes," Amos offers, "usually before a big push, but if one is coming then I've heard nothing. I suspect the Admiral is trying to work out how the Arpay change the whole equation." There's a faintly wry smile that crosses his lips as he ends one series of stretches and moves to another. "Major Gray, of course, would likely know, if you can wrangle it out of him."

"If." Penta allows, with a chuckle. "But yeah, I find myself doing much the same - waiting to see how the Arpay change the equation. Can't do *anything* much til I know that."

"I did have one query about the Arpay," Amos notes, straightening up and rolling his shoulders again. "They go on at great lengths about how it's their calling to save humanity and evacuate them out beyond the reach of the machines, but I've never heard one mention of why. Have you? If not, add finding out to your to do list. Not that I don't think they're useful allies mind, I'm just curious, and that seems an obvious blank in the narrative."

Penta nods. "Fair point. If I can get to Jimenez or the other two before they head back, I will definitely bring that up."

"Do so," Amos replies with a short nod, making it just short of an actual order, "I'd be interested to hear their answer." Taking another swig from his water bottle he wipes his face with one ond of the towel and looks about ready to go shower. "Anyone else expressed an interest in the surgeries by the way? I know it's early days yet, but your ears are closer to the ground than mine these days."

Penta shakes his head. "Not yet. The fact Medical hasn't even begun the testing needed to return the volunteers to full duty yet might be impacting things."

"Keep me informed on that front too would you," Amos replies as he collects his back and shoudlers it. "In fact, can you also make a pre-emptive query with Major Gray to ask if he has plans to take the Arpay to Piraeus and if so, what level of marine escort he wants? If he is, then liaise with Sergeant Ynyr about manpower and let me know."

Penta nods. "OK, will do."

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