AWD #606: Smart Ass
AWD #606: Smart Ass
Summary: Staff Sgt. Ynyr and Dr. Nadir get one more training session in, under the wire. No one likes a smart ass, Staff Sergeant.
Date: Fri 17/Feb/2017 (OOC Date)
Related Logs: http://battlestarorion.wikidot.com/practicing-aim http://battlestarorion.wikidot.com/facepalm http://battlestarorion.wikidot.com/this-is-not-sparring
Lleufer 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 has been seeing a lot of action lately, what with the Arpay on board, Samtara working extra hard, and the usual rotation of Marines, some Airwing, and even Deck. Currently there is a sparring match going on between a Nine and a Twelve with several of the crew watching. Side bets are being made between the Colonials.

Among them, Lleufer Ynyr stands off to the side watching with interest. He himself is in tanks and tags with fagitue pants and combat boots. At the moment he's not wearing his sunglasses. Dark eyes that were once pale grey-blue are watching, a few people in the fitness center giving him some strange glances. Him and his pointy Space Elf ears. But the Staff Sergeant's fellow Marines are mostly not among those giving looks, they are more interested on the skinjobs sparring hard and fast.

Suddenly the Nine pulls a sneaky move and gets the Twelve down! There's shouting and excitement. Even the Master at Arms shifts his position to try and get a better look at what's going on, and then it's over. The model Nine helps the Twelve to his feet and the Colonials laugh or grumble depending on the way their bets are decided. All in good fun, apparently.

Standing on the sidelines to watch the sparring match, Sam has her arms crossed over her chest, a look on her face of intense study as she watches the match. Her eyes are narrowed subtly, the Nine and the Twelve almost to fast for her eyes to follow but she does it best she can. That she knows more about what they're actually doing, now, than she did a month ago let alone a year ago is a serious point of accomplishment for Sam. She lets out a startled breath of surprise as the Nine pulls that sneaky move and suddenly the personnel around the mat are exchanging what ever they were betting with. "Just.. wait," she says in a low voice to Leu, "How did the Nine do that?"

Lleufer smiles, "She faked him out with two feints to get him into position and open his guard. The she was in close and got the hold, so all she had to do was shift her weight and that forced his body to pivot. That put him down because his leg was fouled on her ankle and she had control of his arm. You saw how she folded down onto his back and mimed breaking his neck. Not so different from some of the moves you were doing with Major Valloy."

Now the mat is cleared and the others are breaking up to return to their own exercises or leave the Fitness Center, Lleu gestures for Samtara to claim the matt. "Did you get a chance to read the mission scenarios and view the footage I sent you?"

Stepping onto the mat alongside Leu, Sam nods and continues to wear that intense look accented with a frown of concentration. "Yes. Though the footage is both intense and somewhat confusing the first few times through, but it helped to watch the footage in slow motion in parts. I don't think I ever understood how intense it is what you do. A few times accompanying you and the others isn't anywhere near the same as doing it day in and day out."

"Can be even more intense when it's you doing it. While on Caprica recently I had to slip into a house and take out two teenager APF kids with my kabar. They'd murdered an elderly couple who were dead on the couch. The two kids were having wild sex right there in the living room with about 15 more armed, drunk teenagers making merry right out front on the street. They'd butchered the people who lived there and were partying. So, I killed those two quick and quiet. You may have to do the same thing some day, quick and quiet and without hesitation for the fact that neither of those kids were probably even 16 yet."

Lleu comes out onto the mat with Samtara and rolls his head around on his shoulders to pop the vertebre in his neck. "Mostly, I want /you/ to focus on solving problems any way you can that avoids violence, when possible. But has plans B /and/ C should things go bad. Think in terms of being an infiltrator, Sam, not just a doctor and NOT as a Marine." Now he's on the mat, Ynyr squats down to remove his boots. "Tonight, we'll go over several things. Tell me the difference between cover and concealment."

"I'm not a marine, and no matter how long or hard I train, I'm never going to be a marine. Or a trained sniper. Or anything as skilled, even in a fraction, as you are," Sam replies as she studies Lleu, giving him a healthy distance so that he can remove his boots, glancing around then back. "Cover provides shelter, temporary or not, effective or not, against either line of sight or potential enemy weapons fire. For the use of a specific example. Concealment, by comparison, is remaining unobserved and undetected, and - in the same vein - not needing to take cover because, being concealed, I'm not getting shot at at the moment anyway. IN long hand."

His boots and socks are set aside. Ynyr is now bare foot and obviously not too worried about catching foot fungus or something. There are powders and oils for such things. "Right. When you are going in anywhere, you want to immediately take note of all possible exits and entrances which includes things other than doors, places that might conceal hidden threats and what is or isn't useful cover if someone should start shooting at you. It won't do you much good to duck behind a door only to find that it's too flimsy to stop bullets. Knowing the layout can also help keep you from diving into a room that will be a deadend trap with no way out."

He gives her a nod, "Come at me and try to attack me. Hit me any way you can, though watch my ears, please. I'm going to try to get a hold of you, and if I do then we'll work through what you should do from there."

Sam angles her head slightly and eyes Lleu then nods, "Which only makes me absolutely certain that I don't want to even come close to even by accident whacking you upside the head, Lleu," she admits. "Not that I plan to, just to be clear, even by accident, and damn well not on purpose," there's that clarification thing again. "You know, the majority of what I've learned so far strongly leans toward doing everything possible to be unobtrusive and over looked as much as possible. If I can't be overlooked and unobstrusive and have to fight my way out, then the reality is that I can possibly hold my own against someone of my size and reach and weight and variable skill set. Against someone better trained, bigger in body mass and muscle weight and reach?" She flexes her hands briefly and nods, "Which person is it that said fight smarter not harder?" she wonders, moving to a neutral stance to center her balance, her hands lifting, fingers curled in to protect her hands as she aims a swift kick at Lleu.

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

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

Lleufer gives a nod, "Especially if you /act/ somewhat meak, quiet, afraid… they will be more inclined to under estimate you. Ignore you as a threat. If you are a careful talker, I know you are smart enough, with some practice, to learn to walk you way past almost anything. You will, after all, only be trying to provide medical care and /most/ of the time no one will see that as a threat. So sometimes even the truth can get you in, the problem will be if you need to get people out. That complicates things." He smiles, "Exactly. No matter how much I know, no matter how much bigger or faster I might be, if you take me by surprise and I under estimate you, you have a better chance than if I thought you were going to be a problem right off. So, you need to use your head. And look at your environment. If you pick up a lamp and hit me in the head with it, chances are you could have an advantage right off before a fight even starts."

While he's talking, Ynyr is watching her. He only stands there, relaxed, as if he wasn't paying any attention. But really he is, and when she suddenly comes in and tries to kick him, Lleu turns sideways to evade it and puts out his hands to grab for her leg! He does not get a good enough hold before she jerks her leg free but in that instant he did get her off balance and started to move in - and then she's free of him again. For the time being. "Good. Try something else. I almost had you."

"Frankly, I'm planning to have a series of pre-loaded syringes with varying degrees of sedatives on my person at all times," Sam admits as she regains her balance and instead of stepping out of reach she steps abruptly closer and aims a short jab toward his throat with one hand shaped into a wedge. Calculating that he'll see through that she follows it with an equally timed jab aimed at his solar plexus. "Fast, hard to detect, and easy to conceal in any number of items of clothing. Plus," and she moves lightly still, eyes as much on watching his stance as she is filtering out the sound of the larger room in general for better focus, "everything is a weapon."

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

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

"Nice, but only so long as you can get close to use them and hit where they have no armor, and have continuing access to the supplies." Still, that's sneaky and he likes it. Stepping into him makes his eyes flash with pleasure, accepting her challenge instantly. Lleu's forearm snaps up and deflects her wedged hand strike even as he blades his body once more in anticipation of a follow strike - Samtara doesn't disappoint him there, either. "Good!" But she doesn't make contact. Instead, Ynyr who'd twisted to the side follows through with his original motion to both grab Sam's right arm and push it away from him, pivoting her body and opening up the back of her shoulder to him. He in turn takes a single step in close and snakes his left arm around her throat, suddenly pinning her head against his chest in a headlock. His right hand is then free, "Now, assuming I didn't grab your chin and snap your neck right off, but take you like this into a hold, what would you do?"

As he's snaking that arm around her throat, Sam steps back with him instead of fighting the pull of his arm, she slams her elbow back against her side and uses her free hand to gouge her fingertips (not her nails) against his forearm and reaches further back to aim at his face. She tries to angle her head down at the same time and, remembering that he's barefoot, slams the heels of one shoe then the other against his toes and shins.

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

He was thinking that she needed to reach up with her right hand and go for his face and was expecting that, but the stomping on his bare foot /and/ her ducking her head hard even as his right hand tries to brace is left arm is too many things happening all at once. Especially when her fingers encounter his eyes! But thankfully not his ears. In and instant she's free of him and Ynyr laughs, "Damn, nice. Though if you had a knife, that would have been a good time to draw it and stab me in the spine. Here on out, you better start carrying at least two knives on your person at all times. One tucked into a boot, one against your body or arm. I would suggest though that you never draw it unless you can use it by surprise. A knife or a gun up close can be taken and used against you." Lleu draws what is a fake plastic knife from inside of his belt, "Now, let's see what you can do if /I/ had a knife and you are unarmed."

Sam angles her head to the side and feels a wry trace of a smile form, "Well, ideally I'd just shoot you, as I'm armed, but we're not going with that angle," she notes. "So we're presuming that for some reason I've lost my sidearm and or I'm out of ammo? And it's a disproportionate level of force AND noisy," she eyes the other training implements around and back, "I'd look for something to use as a shield or some flexible barrier to use in lieu of a shield of some sort. Lacking that," and she narrows her eyes, thinking almost loudly enough to hear gears and cogs clicking around, "achieve minimum safe distance. Minimum safe distance not being a viable alternative," she lunges at Leu without further preamble and throws herself forward in a shoulder roll toward him, angling to the left and lashing out a kick at his legs again to try to throw off his balance.

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

"Yes, you could shoot me. But then it may bring others down on you from elsewhere." Lleu nods to her other reasons why she might not shoot him and have to come up with some alternative. And then Samtara's moving at him! Good girl! She's got him on his toes and Ynyr takes her own advice to leap back and achieve safe distance at an angle relative to her direction. Evasion, "That's excellent. Took me by surprise." And, he had no chance to use the knife against her. "You were right that you could grab something. Like … my sports bag over there. A towel, anything." Lleu uses his free hand to beckon Samtara closer but instead of waiting for her, -he's- the one that drops, rolls and comes back up almost in her face and attempts to attack her with the plastic knife even as his free hand makes a grab for her arm!

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

Instead of following her instincts, which are more often than not to step AWAY from the conflict, Sam steps in and uses one palm to shove in his face with a short-armed jab. At the same time, her other arm comes up in a defensive sweep to try to knock the knife-hand back, grappling for a grip on his wrist in the same move as she brings one knee up, aiming at his side not his groin, pitching her weight against his with a shove.

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

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

Samtara does manage to get her hand up into his face and that's helpful for an instant, but he's also grabbing for her arm that she tries to use to deflect his knife and he gets hold of her. With surprising force born of his strength and knowing how to guide her body, Lleu turns her so that her so that her other hand knee suddenly are aimed at air. The plastic knife she can feel jab her hard horizontally in the ribs in her side, aiming for her heart up under her arm he's controlling. Instead of letting her go, Lleu keeps pushing her arm away, working to get at her back and go for her throat. Clearly that fight would be over quickly.

Once his point (pun intended) is made, the Master at Arms steps back. "That didn't go so well. Did you forget that I'd told you to try to disarm me? Rather than fight a man with a knife when you are unarmed? I also gave you a chance … you could have gone for my gym bag or that towel I'd mentioned." But, she didn't. "Same as getting into a gun fight. DON'T get into a hand to hand against a knife without being prepared. So, how would you disarm me?"

Lleufer smiles at her, "Don't over think it, Major. You aimed a kick at me earlier. Do you think you could kick this knife out of my hand?"

Point taken, literally. Once she has the room to step back as well, Sam moves several healthy steps back, creating some distance in which to work. She plants her left foot forward, centering her balance with her right foot resting on her toes, leg bend slightly. She rotates her upper body toward Lleu, her hands up in front of her face, elbows tucked in, fingers curled but not into fists, just protecting her hands and her face in the same time. "No, I think that if I kick at your hand you're going to grab my leg, and i'm going to end up on the mat again and you're going to be making puncture marks while explaining why that was a stupid idea."

The MP Staff Sergeant nods, "I might but if you make contact with my hand or arm and I already have a knife in my hand, it'll be harder for me to get a grip on your leg. There are also preassure points … one here along the back of my thumb, another at my wrist, one inside of my elbow, another oustide of my upper arm … you get in close and apply enough preasure against the bone, especially to my hand, odds are high your other hand can wrest the knife from me and stab /me/ with it. You do know preassure points as a physician, don't you?"

Sam angles her head slightly and arches a look at Lleu, "No one likes a smart ass, Staff Sergeant," she notes even as she steps forward, breathing in as she does this, drawing her right leg up parallel to the ground, snapping her leg forward swiftly as she exhales and aims at the arm holding the knife.

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

For the effect of letting her see if she /can/ do it, Lleufer doesn't even try to move but acts surprised and sure enough, her foot strikes his knife hand and the plastic blade is wrenched out of his grip without his even having to let it go! It hits the mat a little ways off and Lleu smiles, "See? If I thought you were some meak, scared gal, easy pickings for me to do with you as I pleased, and advancing on you, it's good to have a lot of options. You only need to practice thinking about these things. Constantly, everywhere you go. Count people, their placement relative to exits, note places of concealment, or possible cover. Look for weapons. Both that they might have on them, but also what /you/ might use around you. Make it a habit Sam. And make it a habit of watching people. How they move, what they look at. If you watch their eyes, neck, and shoulders will telegraph what the rest of the body is doing trying to do before they can do it."

Sam follows the movement forward and kicks the knife even further out of reach as Leu offers more practical advice and has her nodding slowly along. "Being observant is only part of the puzzle, I have to change everything, not just how I respond but how I see the world. Really see. Not just observe, analyze and neatly categorize then ignore. I can't afford to ignore stuff anymore, I think maybe I shouldn't have been ignoring so much anyway, before."

She gets a slow nod out of him, "I've seen a world of improvement out of you already. If you can concentrate on changing how you think, how you approach things, all the rest will fall into line more easily. Still, for the rest of today I want you to practice preassure points, breaking out of various locks, revisit the list of lethal strikes, practice disarms, and when you are done here, I have a whole new batch of mission problem scenarios I dug up and will forward to you. I've done all that I can to help you prepare, Major. If you can pass your final test tomorrow against Doctor Jimenez, then use every day you have between now and when you come home to keep working on /everything/ we've gone over. It might be 3 weeks from now before you run into somebody with a knife, or 13 weeks before you have to figure out how to relocate an invalid from a guarded house. So, don't squander the time until it happens."

Lleu guestures for Samtara to go get the plastic knife, "Now, your turn to come at me with the knife…" And so the lesson goes on, this last time. And when they are done and Ynyr knows he may not see her again, Sam's opinions about touching people be damned. Lleu'll grab her and give her a hug, and before they part ways, he says low, "You come back to us. Don't make me come after your ass Doctor, because I -will- if I have to."

With a breath that turns into a startled laugh, Sam shakes her head subtly and hugs Lleu in return before easing back. Not pushing him away or shoving back, much of the No Fly Zone and accompanying rules have been worn away, and for good reason. "Lleu, by the time word would get anywhere up the pipeline to even consider a retrieval, it would be to late. Logistics with a time dilation make relativistic strategy sessions rather improbable. That said," and Sam tales a slow breath before she feels a smile form on her face. "Thank you. For everything. You spent so much of your free time helping me. When I come back, it'll be because I had your training to work with. And the next phases of the Arpay surgeries will put you back to rights. Jimenez knows how important that is, so she'll see to it that it comes to pass. With or without me. You're in good hands, Lleu, the best, really. It was an honor serving with you. An honor knowing you."

She gets a huff of breath out of him, "Well, don't get caught. But if you do, hang on even if it takes me weeks or months, we don't leave people behind, Sam. Not even their dead bodies, if we can help it. I hope the Arpay know that because if they don't, they're going to learn. Some of us are tenatious folk." Aerilon grit. Lleu thumps her once on the back and then goes to get his sports bag and put the practice knife away. He smiles, "I like Doctor … Rear Admiral Jimenez. We'll be all right. -I'll- see you in five weeks, Major." Lleufer Ynyr hefts the bag strap over his shoulder and goes on out to hit the shower.

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