AWD #019: Punches And Protocols
Punches and Protocols
Summary: Afton and Augie work out some stress. Iphigenia shares a mutual hope with the Jumper.(Long Log)
Date: 25/01/2013 (OOC Date)
Related Logs: TBD
Afton Augie Iphigenia 
Fitness Center
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 #19

Whumph, whumph. Augie is hitting the bag, giving it a good working over as he bounces around in his sweats, getting in a good training regiment. With Ceres off getting her hand back in fighting shape, he's had a lot of time to himself.

This seems to be a familiar haunt to the PO as of late and the Jumper strides in from the showers and pool, rubbing her towel to her hair to dry it. She glances over to Augie and pauses, slowly as she adjusts her shorts and fixes them around her hips. Her head tilts and she considers him a long moment. "DCO, who you picturing?" She asks of him.

Still dancing around and punching the bag, Augie arches a brow, not looking over. "Picturin'? Hell lass, if I did that, I'd never leave here." he chuckles. "This is just relaxing." he comments, "Stress relief. Somethin' on yer mind, Jumper?" he asks her as he stops swinging.

"Me? When isn't there something on my mind." Afton smiles faintly and then runs her hands through her hair. "You know, could use a few good hits if you don't mind a partner. Rutlii bailed on me yesterday." She says and eyes him and the mat around the punching bag.

"My punches tend to hurt, lass. Sure ya don't want a lighter weight? I can ask Dolly to come down here and try to smack ya around." Augie teases her but he gestures to the locker. "Gear up. But remember, ya gotta tell me what's got ya all worked up."

"Cylons?" Afton offers as what has her all riled up. She moves over pull on some gloves and grab a mouthguard from the clean rack. She rolls her shoulders and takes a moment to ready herself with a rush of her hand over her head. She does gear up and then glances up at the big engineer and smiles. "Don't hold back sir.." She says and draws closer to him, slapping her gloves together.

"That's a popular response these days, lass." Augie says, as he offers a glove out for her to smack in ready before they start.

Finally her glove taps his after a moments consideration and then she steps back, eyeing up her opponent before she steps the other way and continues in a round. Slowly she draws nearer and then she steps in to throw her punch. Its meant to test and check his defenses. Big DCO is big.

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Afton=melee Vs Augie=melee
Afton: Good Success Augie: Success
Net Result: Afton wins - Solid Victory

She doesn't play around. The punch catches him by surprise and in the side as he lets out a breath. "Whompf. Okay." Augie says, as he puts some distance between them, taking advantage of his longer arm reach to start to jab and tag away at the Jumper's defenses.

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

Distracted perhaps? Afton is very much so and she lets out a sound of surprise as he gets her ribs good, her arm not tucked in tight enough. SHe sucks in a breath and takes a moment to catch herself before dodging back in and attempting to throw a punch to turn his shoulder and open him further for her next strike.

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Afton=melee Vs Augie=melee
Afton: Good Success Augie: Success
Net Result: Afton wins - Solid Victory

That damn shoulder. Everyone knows it's the weak spot on the large DCO. As she collides with it solidly, the pain on Augie's face is purely visible as he suddenly lashes out with a massive gloved backhand, swinging at the side of Afton's head to drive her back. "Frakkin' arm!" he roars in anger.

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

Jumping slightly as his roars, Afton's eyes widen as it throws her off. She doesn't turn her head quite in time and the grazing blow catches along her temple and cheekbone, causing her to take a stumbling step back. He has her harried now, unable to strike back as she catches herself.

<FS3> Augie rolls Alertness: Good Success.

As soon as he swings, Augie realizes what just happened. "Shit." he says, glancing towards Afton. "…y'alright? I didn't mean to lose my cool." he rumbles, stepping back and rubbing at the multitude of scars on his shoulder.

"I am good, sir. Just took me a moment to get my bearings…should have taken advantage of it." She warns him and back in she comes. Now she has her footing once more and she slices inward for the center of his chest. "I saw your shoulder, I don't play fair." She admits.

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Afton=melee Vs Augie=melee
Afton: Good Success Augie: Good Success
Net Result: DRAW

Both of his fists come together in a solid defense, and the hit pushes him back slightly. "Dirty player, huh?" he asks her before he stomps down, trying to crush her foot and pin her in place by holding onto her instep.

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Augie=Melee Vs Afton=Melee
Augie: Good Success Afton: Good Success
Net Result: DRAW

She turns her knee in to slam against his leg and keep him from getting herinstep. In fact she twists and slams her gloved fist towards his hip to try to twist him further as the PJ narrows her eyes. There is a glint of excitement in Afton's green depths, a smile showing the mouthguard.

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Afton=melee Vs Augie=melee
Afton: Good Success Augie: Success
Net Result: Afton wins - Solid Victory

The sudden twist surprises Augustus. As she goes down, that elbow connects solidly in his side and he drops to a knee, breath forced out of him as he grimaces. The old DCO's pain is palatable as he shakes his head. "Summabitch. I'm getting too old for this." he mutters.

And then he twists, trying to grab his arm around Afton, and using his leg as a brace to try to leverage and throw the Jumper off of him.

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

Successful, sorta. Til that arm goes around her and she is suddenly tilting down with him towards the mat. Dirty! She lets out a sound of surprise and then she slams into the mat and tries to get her knee between them to launch him away by his gut.

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Afton=melee Vs Augie=melee
Afton: Good Success Augie: Good Success
Net Result: Afton wins - Marginal Victory

Hey, his gut's pretty solid, just ask his girlfriend! Pushed backwards by her foot he is only pushed back slightly as his hand tries to grab Afton by the foot. If he manages to do it, he'll twist it and try to lock it down between his legs as he falls back. FIGURE 4, BABY!

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Augie=Melee Vs Afton=Melee
Augie: Good Success Afton: Great Success
Net Result: Afton wins - Marginal Victory

Augie does not succeed, managing to get her foot free and rolling away from him and pushing up quickly. Her elbow aims to catch his stomach. Boxing turns into wrestling. She growls a little, breathing heavier.

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Afton=melee Vs Augie=melee
Afton: Good Success Augie: Good Success
Net Result: Afton wins - Marginal Victory

"Oof." Afton's elbow manages to collide in his stomach, and Augustus grunts, drawing in a sharp breath as he stares at her with those cold blue eyes and then uses his gloves to try to drive a fist on either side of her head, to ring her bell and give him a chance to get back to his feet.

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

Ducking her head back quickly, his hands snap together but find no head to ring. Afton is in rare form tonight and grins down at him, showing her guard. She however pushes up, giving him a chance to get up as she hops from foot to foot. She slams her gloves together and motions him forward. "Come on DCO."

Twisting around, he lifts to his feet, and lets out a few breaths. "Gods damned, woman, yer more slippery than Aphrodite's twat." he murmurs as he charges in and lowers his good shoulder at her, looking to knock her backwards and off of her feet and drive her to the floor in a tackle.

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Augie=melee Vs Afton=melee
Augie: Great Success Afton: Success
Net Result: Augie wins - Solid Victory

She is not expecting him to rush her and Afton lets out a startled sound, trying to move out of the way of his shoulder. It catches her in the gut and Augie carries her down. The DCO has her pinned good even as she tries to slam a glove into his shoulder, growling at him as she wheezes fo ra breath.

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Afton=melee Vs Augie=melee
Afton: Success Augie: Success
Net Result: DRAW

The pain in his shoulder is raw, but now that he has her pinned, the hits are unavoidable, he just rides them out as he starts to drive punch after punch into her stomach to try to drive her into submission.

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Augie=melee Vs Afton=melee
Augie: Good Success Afton: Success
Net Result: Augie wins - Solid Victory

The blows she make are not strong enough to get him to release her and so when he slams a fist into her stomach, she wheezes and then another follows and her muscles tense and start to ache as her stomach turns. She kicks, bucking up to try to unsettle him as she grits her teeth.

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Afton=melee Vs Augie=melee
Afton: Good Success Augie: Good Success
Net Result: Augie wins - Marginal Victory

Big DCO is heavy DCO. All muscle, little fat. As he feels that stomach churn, Augie lifts, and without that usual control, he tries to punch her square in the face as he growls darkly at her, the anger and pain overriding much of his usual controls.

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Augie=melee Vs Afton=melee
Augie: Good Success Afton: Failure
Net Result: Augie wins - Solid Victory
<FS3> Augie rolls Alertness-3: Good Success.

Afton feels that stomach growl at her back, feeling the acid well up from the strikes and the PJ hisses at him, "Frakkin' 'ades!" She manages. But when he rises up, she's not expecting that. Not when he slams his fist into her face. Blinding momentarily, heat and pain spreads across it and she rolls to the side and instinctively lifts her gloves to hide her face from further strikes.

"Frakkin St Clair, leaving me in that frakkin cell to rot while you went to ride your drug addled ass all over that…" Augie is rumbling, just as he realizes that wasn't Bennett he just punched in the face, but another St. Something. Suddenly backing away as if shot, he falls on his ass and sits there. "Oh frak.. frak me. Afton, ya alright?" he asks, turning to crawl back towards her. "Frak. I'm sorry, hon."

Hearing him call her St. Clair, Afton knows that name. It causes her to tense some but she is dragging a glove off to inspect her face. It hurts right now and she is forced to blink a bit to clear it. She drags a breath out and winces some as her nose feels suddenly tight. "Frak.." She mutters until she hears him coming closer and she holds up her gloved hand to him and pushes herself up. He gets her shoulder and part of her back as she lets out the breath. "And I was supposedly the one with something wrong..frakkin hell DCO." She says and touches her face gingerly.

"Sorry, slipped." Augie rumbles as he helps the Jumper to her feet and studies her face. "Frak. We better get you looked at in the infirmary." he mutters, shaking his head.

"No way, DCO, I will live. What the hell is eating you?" She grumbles back at him and gets to her feet. No black eyes but her left cheek is turning colors already. Afton looks up at him and studies his face, trying to before she blinks a few more times. "I get punched in the face, you spill."

"Anniversry of an old wound, Afton. It's nothing." Augie says as he frowns towards Afton. "Ya need to get that looked at before it gets out that I'm beating on women again. Last one I did it to ended up as my gal."

"Well, DCO, I ain't caving to you that easy. Going to take a few more nights of face punching to get me in the sack." Afton teases, trying to make light of the situation. "Frak I am medical, Augie…I will be okay." She says and rubs at her sore cheek.

"I think Ceres'd kick my ass before Knox could if I wanted to." Augie teases back and studies her cheek. "It's gonna swell up. We should at least put some ice on it." he points out to her. "Doctors are the worst patients." he points out to her.

There is a chortling laugh, "Mostly because we know what happens when a patient comes in," Afton winks or rather tries to and fails. She sighs faintly and tugs off her other glove before pushing the heel of her hand into his chest. "Talk to me, Augie. Eh? Or no?"

"I ain't one fer sharin my shit, Afton. But ya paid the admission. Got burned hard some time back." Augie says. "And while I'm over it, there are times where I get reminded. And I was havin a little trouble and wanted to find Ducks to talk to her about it, but she's frakkin busier than a two vagina'd whore with a Pyramid team. So I ended up here."

"I see, ain't you and that pilot…Ducks? Seeing each other? The old burn still around enough to hurt yet? Sucks doesn't it?" Afton smiles in understanding. "She left you memories…I got me a kid I didn't plan on and he didn't want to raise." She smirks and shakes her head. "Augie, next time you want to hit me for another woman, let me find her first for ya."

"The little burns are the worst ones. I don't ever tell Bennett what she did ta me, and I just suck it up." Augie offers as he puts a hand on her shoulder. "And ya asked me to fight, remember?"

Leaning into the DCO, Afton sighs and then laughs, "I did, but you were the one that said I had to spill. I didn't expect his little present." She admits and touches her cheek. "It's all good, DCO. This is in the past too, you beating the frak out of my face." She slams her mitt into his backend.

Augie laughs as she swats his rear. "Yeah yeah, just get that shit looked at. Maybe I'll find Ceres. She should be off-duty by now." he hopes. Releasing her shoulder, he shakes his head. "Next time I'll warn ya if something's eatin at me."

Augie and Afton are panting and sorta laughing after a spar. If by spar you mean that Afton is still sorta doubled over and she's sporting a hell of a swelling in her cheek.

Iphigenia steps inside the fitness hall dressed in sweatpants and a tank top; at the sight of the pair she can only gape and say, "Oh my goodness."

"Yeah yeah," Afton mutters with a good natured grin. Rubbing at her neck, she sighs and leans into the DCO. "I am sending you the doctor's bill, sir." She teases.

"Ya go ahead and do that, I'll claim self-defense." Augie teases back, before Geni speaks up. "Hey, sis. We were just getting in some hand ta hand practice."

Looking up at Iphigenia, Afton smiles wanly and pulls herself away from the DCO to gather up her gloves she tugged off and return them to the gear shelf. "This'll heal." She retorts, assuring the sister who looks a bit more shocked than should be allowed. Okay so maybe Afton's face ia bit red.

Iphigenia blinks as she eyes Augie furtively. "Hello, Augie. How's Ceres? We haven't spoken lately and we owe each other a tea." Looking to Afton, she notes, "You might still get that looked at, Afton. And when you've a spare moment, I'd like to talk to you. Nothing urgent. Just when you have time."

"I'm supposed to have chow with her tonight, I'll let her know. We're well. Just since she got released back to duty, she's been more slippery to catch than Hephaestus' flacid prick." Augie says with a shrug of his shoulders. "She's gonna give this old man the blue balls and then she'll really be in trouble." he says as he starts to wander off after ruffling Afton's hair. "Be good, kid. Work on yer dirty tactics though."

Grumbling as Augie ruffles her hair, she fixes up the rest of the equipment and then glances up at him, "Yeah, yeah. You got me this time, sir." She teases and then glances to Iphigenia and tilts her head, wiping the back of her hand to her forehead. "Aye, certainly sister. Is here good enough?" She asks, looking around before drawing closer.

"It's nothing to hide, so certainly. Can I get you both some water?" offers Iphigenia solicitously. She doesn't seem to mind if Augie's around while they chat.

"Another time, sister, I got a dinner date." Augie reminds as he slips out of the training center.

"Water would be great sister, thank you." Afton admits and then steps over to a bench to sit down. "What can I do for you." The PJ asks, pressing two fingers to the ground bump on her face. A soft smile is offered as she rolls her shoulders and gets comfortable. Straightening up, she cracks her back some and sighs.

"I should get you one to drink and one to hold to your face." says the chaplain with some humor as she goes to fetch two waters and brings it back to the bench. She keeps one for herself though, and unseals the cap as she says without preamble, "I'm working on a set of protocols for retrieving refugees from the colonies. Specifically children. Not a mission in and of itself, but a series of guidelines for what to do if given the opportunity, a team can bring them here to be installed on Piraeus."

Listening to Geni, Afton peels her water open and begins to tip her head back to guzzle. She gets it down and then glances over to her, brows raised. Clearing her throat, she nods her head. "I see, sister…I tried to bring back a few with me from Picon…but it seemed they did not want to go and injured were priority at the time." She frowns, obviously not liking this with the set of her brows. "But guidelines will be needed, especially for bringing them back here.

"I heard. That's unfortunate. And exactly why I think if we did have protocols in place, you could have possibly taken those children and brought them to Piraeus, where the war could be reduced to a shadow." Gen sighs a little. "Age will play into it, and whether the child has a guardian. Nursing mothers need to be considered, and pregnant women too. Protecting the next generation, but also…no child deserves to have to live the struggle that adults do. Will you help me draw up the rough draft? The DCAG is already in favor, and I plan to speak to Beckett and Petra."

A slow nod and Afton lowers down to rest her arms against her legs and listen. Eyes flicker across Geni's face and then she straightens up to sip at her water again. Drinking deeply, she slowly lowers the bottle from her lips. "I would be glad to help you, but I like to think even children have a free will. None wanted to leave, I think because family were still around or likewise they hoped they would turn up. The further you go from home, the harder it is to hope." She says and frowns some. "When did you want to start work onthis. I have to get some rest before duty but I have time tomorrow to go over basics."

"And that is also why I want to work on protocols. To account for the consent involved." Gen is nodding yes, the issue of their own decisions is something she thought of. "These children have become old souls unwillingly. I don't want to infantalize them, but the truly little ones, Afton - they don't have the wherewithall. There's no reason for an orphaned six year old to have to live in hell." Gen's tone becomes strident, and she then attempts to dial it back down. "I've got a session coming up shortly, but I'll be down on Piraeus a great deal in the next two days. We'll have a sit down?"

"I could not agree with you more, sister. Something must be done for these kids." She says and slowly rises as the mention of a session is made. "We can get together whenever you need to. I am usually in medical if you can't find me at the berths. Don't hestiate to come find me if you have a free moment." She says and then her face takes on a grim appearance. "Whatever we can do to help them." She admits.

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