-= McKnight’s Quarters =- Michael had been reviewing some of the reports he had been given. One was particularly interesting, The ODA was setting up new training missions. Recon, Intelligence & Sniping. basically the ‘Bread and Better’ of the ODA. Michael knew that he needed to brush up on those sorts of missions, regular assault and repel he was good at but the more specialised missions were more of a concern of his. But there was only one way of getting better at something and that was to practise it over again until he mastered it. {Thinking of practise, I could do with some PT.} Roughly one-quarter of an hour later he had refreshed himself, dressed in his workout clothes, and left his quarters in search of the nearest turbolift. It had been far too long since the last time he took part in his normal physical routine. When he wasgoing though training, he would often run for roughly 10.3 kilometers. That was the distance from his quarters through the corridors and round the base and back to his quarters again. The Chimera was a different shape and size so he would have to measure the distance. Michael could feel the blood rushing though his veins, it was a nice feeling. It made Michael feel strong and alive, one of the reasons he got into sport in the first place. Michael was an expert in Martial arts and enjoyed playing Rugby, he was rubbish at it but he did enjoy it. The only problem is that there is not many people around that still play the sport so most of the team he was just playing with a team simulated on the holodeck. Michael looked down at the pace watch on his wrist, he had done 2.67KM and he was already braking into a sweat. {By the time I finish I am going to be dead.} Michael Continued running though the decks giving the occasional nod to anybody that he had already met during his short time on the ship. The crew seemed very social, very friendly, not at all how Michael had imagined an SSF ship. {I guess they save their aggression for any poor soul that gets in their way}. Michael started to think about what he would have to do once he had finished his little ‘adventure’ around the ship. The ODA had received a few new members including an Operations Specialist and an Engineering Specialist, He would defiantly have to introduce himself before they do any kind of training operation. {I have also got to…} as Michael was thinking he ran straight into a Lieutenant, the impact knocked them both to the ground and a load of reports out of the lieutenants hand. -=End Log=- _________________________________________________________________ It's fast, it's easy and it's free. Get MSN Messenger today! http://www.msn.co.uk/messenger