****** Deck Ten ****** Petty officer Williams to lieutenant Mcknight." Come the call over the com. "Mcknight here." He replied breathing heavily. "Sir, I would like to go over some details with you once you have completed your training and had some rest. Could we meet in the security office in say….5 hours?" Gary requested. After a short time Michael mustered the breat to respond. "Very well Petty officer, 5 hours. Mcknight out." The ODA finally came to a stop after running through the ship for a very long ninety-Three minutes. Michael turned to see the unit drop their kit on the floor and rest against the wall or the floor in some cases. It was more exasperating that Michael had originally thought, his black short hair which was usually tidy and very close to his head was now dripping wet as if he had walking into a shower wearing his full uniform. Many crewmembers gave them a look or bemusement as they walked past and other just wondered what the hell was going on. “Not a bad start to the day,” said Michael, his heart trying to break out of his chest and his lungs feeling as if they were on fire. A few nodded but most were to exhausted to hear what he was saying let alone care. “Have a drink then we’ll make a way back up to the mess hall,” There were some stunned faces glaring at Michael as he stead the statement. {I’ll kill him, if he wants me to do that gain,} thought one particular Private. “I think the turbo lifts are back online on this deck, so we will take them.” The faces again seemed relieved, Michael was in no condition to run back with the same gravity settings as before so he had something else in mind. “The holodeck’s power is being transferred to other systems at the moment so we will have to make do with the mess hall for my next assignment. “Sir?” Michael smiled before empting the contents of his water canister of his head trying to cool himself down. “Don’t worry all will become clear.” Michael slowly started making his way to the Turbo lift with his weapon and equipment in hand no longer wanting to ware it. {I must be out of shape} ****** Deck Two, Mess Hall ****** Michael had told every body to move the tables and anything else into the corners of the hall, leaving a wide-open space in the middle. From the looks he got Michael predicted that they would report him to captain Walsh for going insane. Michael walked into the middle of the space (now fully recovered from the exercise undertaken around the ship), the rest of the unit gathered round him forming a circle. “He is what we are going to do. We have done some boring training, now for some fun. We are going to have a little tournament…” there was a small amount of laughing and a lot of grinning faces, “An unarmed combat tournament. Let me explain the rules, no contact to faces, no contact below the waist. To win the round, you will need three touches to the body or a make your opposition give-up in a hold. Let me stress that this is light contact only, anyone using excessive force will get an ass kicking. One fight at a time and only two people in that one fight. Understood?” “Yes sir.” Said the ODA unit in unison. ****** Thirty minutes later ****** Michael stepped in the middle opposite Corporal Nathan Hutton, a human male. He was about the same height as Michael and the same weight so there was not going to be much in it. Both had already won their first two rounds putting them into the last four of the tournament with the winner facing sergeant Elision, an Andorian female what Michael had already meet. Michael was aware the corporal was good but I did not hit home just how good he was until the his fist touched michael’s chest as fast as lighten. That was one to Hutton. Michael moved forward with a flurry of light punches that were blocked one after another, not one punch Michael through even got close to hitting him, he managed to block one after another with his lighten quick hands. As Michael through another punch he felt a tap agaist his chest. “God!!! You are fast Nathan.” It seemed as if Nathan was now running away with it. Michael took his stance but waited for Nathan to move in first. After a second Nathan came forward and through a punch, Michael managed to block with his forearm and directed a knee into his stomach. Nathan fell to one knee for a brief moment before raising to his feet. Nathan again came forward first, this time a punch followed by a kick came Michael way. Michael managed to block the punch and grabbed Nathan’s leg as he kicked. While holding his leg Michael struck Nathan with a well placed elbow to leave things. Michael was now fall of confidence, he did not wait for Nathan to move in, he only needed one contact and he was determined to get it. Michael went in with two kicks followed by a punch, both kicks were blocked with ease, and Nathan managed to somehow grab Michaels fist as punch came with in range. Nathan quickly dropped Michael to the floor looking to put him in an arm bar but as Michael hit the floor his head hit the floor first knocking him out cold....... ****** End Log ****** 2nd Lt Michael McKnight ODA assis. 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