AT/D14 - Recreation Deck
Posted Star Date 22004.04 @ 19:17 (07:17 PM)
It had felt like forever since he’d been in a scull, and while that was probably true, Nathan felt right at home in almost a literal sense. Passing beneath University Bridge, he could hear the familiar sounds of traffic, birds, and the voices of a couple of early-risers from the nearby Magazine Beach outdoor gym. Each stroke propelled the single scull further and further through the waters of the Charles River, and Nathan could already feel a burn in some of his muscles; particularly the ones he hadn’t been focusing on lately. Most of his workouts had been more of the martial type as of late. It was one of the best ways, or so the young man thought, to relieve his stress. Or, at least, it had immediate gratification. The truth of the matter was, fighting was just as taxing as the stress he was trying to relieve. So, he had chosen this option instead.
The early mornings biking down to the Pierce Boathouse, before many people were even awake, provided a serene sort of meditative quality to the whole experience. Though, being the first to the Boathouse meant doing some work before the fun could begin. Pulling oars, taking down goose lines, and sweeping the docks. That was, if one could sweep the docks. As Nathan recalled, every time he had set out to be first to the boathouse, the dock was covered in goose poop; and cleaning was an unenviable, if needed, task. Still, it was all part of the experience.
Being as early as it was, there was mist still coming up off the river, which caused Ramius to take a deep breath in of the air.
This could have been my life… he contemplated in between each stroke of the oars.
Massachusetts, and specifically MIT, was where his parents had hoped he would stay. If Nathan had stayed, he’d be right there with them, probably working as a graduate student in their labs… if he didn’t already have a doctorate of his own. Every morning could have been filled with the sights and sounds of a busy city. It would have been an easier, much less complicated life than the one he had now.
That is being generous. It would have been far easier of a life to have stayed on Earth. Biking to work? Or maybe reading a journal article while taking transit? Get to the lab, do some work, maybe teach a course, then back to the lab again. Mom would have been ecstatic to see me every day. Dad probably would have liked it too, though I doubt he’d say anything. Though I suppose our relationship would have been a lot different had I stayed. That is, we’d actually have a relationship, as antagonistic as it probably would have been. I don’t think I could envision me staying on the same track as him. I’d have to strike out on my own theories. It would have been interesting…
A deep sigh escaped Nathan, despite the incredible exertion he was putting his body through. There were so many choices that had led to where he was now, that going back and rethinking even one of those choices would be an exercise in futility. There would have been no guarantee he would have even stayed in Massachusetts had he decided not to join Star Fleet. It would have been just as probable that he went to the Daystrom Institute instead, in Okinawa.
That would have been a radical change for me. I wonder if they do a lot of rowing in Okinawa?
Nathan had never been, so he wouldn’t know, though he supposed it would be nice to find out; perhaps during a future shore leave.
It may be fun to look back and think ‘what-if’… but if you hadn’t made the choices that you did, you wouldn’t get what you have now… a positive sort of voice spoke in his mind, before another much more sarcastic one chimed in,
Yes, because you have so much here. A blossoming, untarnished career…
That caused the young man to snort. Though, as tarnished as his career was, he had managed to make a difference; even if that difference had caused him to have nightmares ever since. Though that was on the nights that he managed to get to sleep. More often than not lately, Nathan just laid in his bed, staring at the ceiling. Any hint of heat or humidity would bring out ghosts and shadows from the corner of his eyes. Then, his skin would feel itchy. If he wasn’t asleep by that point, Ramius would roll over and check the chronometer, which would often show the time to be very early in the morning still. But, if he had fallen asleep… that is when the nightmares would come to life…
There was a sound, unfamiliar to Nathan, as he snapped back into the moment and found himself off course and heading for a collision with the river-wall that held the bike path aloft.
“Oh ****!” he said aloud, and dipped one oar in, pushing the opposite direction, while furiously pulling hard with the other to provide control. There was no rudder on this scull, and so steering was only obtained by using the dynamics of oars and strokes. Thankfully, he had caught it in time, and avoided smashing into the wall.
“Damn,” the word came out slightly labored, his breathing out of rhythm due to the sudden excitement of nearly plowing himself into an immovable object.
“Computer, save progress. Reset and clear,” the images of the Charles River disappeared, and aside from the physical seat, the rest of the single scull disappeared too. Opening the door to the smallish box that was the ‘holo-rower’, the reality of who he was, and where he was, set in.
Still aboard the Artemis…
Cracking his neck, Nathan cleaned the equipment, and then headed for the showers in the Recreation Deck. Due to his exercise being cut short, he could take a longer shower than normal, and Ramius decided it would be a luxurious water-shower while he was at it too.
Might as well enjoy my extra time this morning. Maybe I can shake some of these ghosts. Or maybe even drown them…
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Posted Star Date 22005.04 @ 16:45 (04:45 PM)
Edited by Mid Beka Sydesh, Star Date 22005.04 @ 16:46 (04:46 PM).
Posted Star Date 22005.22 @ 22:44 (10:44 PM)
Posted Star Date 22005.23 @ 01:45 (01:45 AM)
==Gym - Day 26==
As Lokosh stormed away and Sydesh's companions rushed to her side, the small and unassuming brunette who had been watching the fight from the sidelines shook her head, replaced her headphones, and went back to working on the punching bag. Jenny had heard rumours that Sydesh had been making noise in the ring, either provoking fights or being provoked into them by others, but she hadn't believed a Midshipwoman fresh from the Academy would be quite so stupid. Apparently, Sydesh was the new incarnation of Jake Schwartz - egotistical and trained in martial arts just enough to believe that they might survive an actual fight.
The music blared in her ears as she continued to punish the bag, the tractor projectors above and below holding it upright but not preventing it from wobbling dangerously within their fields. So many of the new officers, officers who should have been taught self-restraint and respect at the vaunted Star Fleet Academy, were graduating with reckless temperaments and matching ego. In truth, they reminded Jenny of herself, and that was something that scared her deeply - a starship had not been big enough for one of her when she was younger and more impetuous, and now there were several impersonators running around among the different departments.
It was a problem.
One that had to be dealt with.
The music came to an abrupt halt, signalling that her recreation time was done. She had an hour to shower, change, feed Raiju and Carly before reporting for her shift; which would give her time to consider just what sort of lesson the more impudent junior officers needed subjecting to. Some, fortunately, would be easier than others...
Posted Star Date 22011.08 @ 23:51 (11:51 PM)
Posted Star Date 22105.08 @ 00:02 (12:02 AM)
== Approximately one hour before timeskip finishes ==
Three… he finished the lift, bringing the weights back down toward his chest.
Four… Nathan pushed the weights back up, and then placed back onto the rack before sliding out to sit up on the bench.
“Ramius…” a familiar voice called out to him. Nathan’s hand searched for his sport bottle for a moment, while his eyes hunted for a face.
“Ah, el-tee. How can I help you sir?” taking a couple of solid breaths, he then took a good swig from his shaker.
“No need to help me Ramius. I just saw you and thought you might want a spotter.”
Praasn looked clean, like he hadn’t even been working out at all, whereas Nathan was soaked from his usual arm day routine. With all of the training with the SRT, he found he needed to step up his routines, as he often never got the chance to head back to the Recreation Complex.
“It’d be nice for my last reps, yeah. Thanks,” Nathan put the bottle back on the ground, and went to one side, adding another five-kilogram weight; Praasn followed suit, placing a five-kilo weight to the other side for balance.
Afterward, Nathan took some more deep breaths before sliding back onto the bench and into position, with Praasn looming over him.
“Any news on Tegg?” Praasn said with exactly zero expression on his face.
“Nope, you probably know more than me,” Nathan replied, almost curtly, before lifting the barbell from the rack and beginning his reps.
“Not really,” his Team Leader started, “most of what I get is just the rumor mill doing its thing. Though I heard you’ve given Coleman a full report.”
“Yup,” Nathan managed through gritted teeth, finishing a second rep.
“I find it hard to believe no one noticed Tegg’s suit had a hole in it.”
“Are you saying that they are lying?”
“No,” he barely managed, finishing up what would normally be his fourth and last rep, when Praasn started leaning on the bar slightly, adding weight.
“So, are you lying then?”
That caused Ramius to glare with anger instantly. The muscles in his arms, already taut, found new strength as he reacted to the accusation. With all the weight though, he couldn’t respond, and instead struggled to try and get the bar back on the rack. Nathan continued to stare at Praasn, whose only response was to smirk like an ***hole.
“I mean, someone isn’t being honest about this whole situation.”
Finding a moment to get more air into his lungs, Nathan pushed with all of his might upwards, letting the growing rage fuel his attempt. However, it wasn’t enough, and instead his arms started to shake violently in response. Finally, Praasn slowly let up, allowing Ramius to rack. As soon as the weights clunk down, the sweat soaked officer nearly forgot to dodge the bar as he shot up to a sitting position.
“If you are accusing me of something Praasn, then you better just damn well say it to my face.”
“I just want to know what happened to Tegg. We all do. Someone isn’t being forthright,” the other man said, without a glimmer of emotion.
Arms still shaking, Nathan considered standing up and getting right into the Team Leader’s face, but instead focused on his breathing.
“There is a big difference between lying and discretion. I’m exercising the latter Lieutenant. If you want answers, then ask Coleman. People should leave Tegg alone until he is ready to talk, and only if he ever wants to talk about it.”
There was a long, heavy pause between the two, both of whom had now locked eyes. The way that Nathan was breathing, it might have seemed to an outsider that he was trying to figure out if he wanted to go after the other man. It wasn’t the intention though. Of all circumstances the young man had ever been through, numerous times, the encounter just then was one of the easiest to stay calm in.
“Very good,” Praasn finally broke the silence with a smile, “that’s what I like to hear Ramius. Clean up and get your butt down to the armory to gear up once you are done your post-workout. We are on call,” he finished by tossing a towel to Nathan, who could only sit there puzzled.
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