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------=_Part_2135_673866140.1541452503490 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="UTF-8" *((Raga's Quarters 03-0201, Deck 3, USS Atlantis))* *((ooc: Day four of leave))* *::*It was, ironically, good timing that the *Atlantis* was on leave. Toryn's head, heart and soul were still ringing with the dull to unbridled ache he'd been feeling since he forced himself back from the Dreamscape and into his body again. He'd woken up of course, soaked in sweat which was the first time he'd come back from the strange, psionic realm he didn't understand, with his body anything but at peace and comfortable. Which told him all he needed to know. What had happened between he and Lael had shaken him so much that it fed back to his body as he slept, or entranced, or whatever it truly was that happened when he was there in that once peaceful place.:: ::Toryn, understandably so, had a restless sleep at best, when it would finally come in waves. The Al-Leyan had relocated himself, from his bed, to the couch, back to his bed, to a chair several times during the night since the heartbreaking encounter. The stress was getting to him, and he could not allow that. He was now Second Officer, just promoted to the next rank up, but laterally made a Marine and given the similar rank for his new station. Marines were a tough, tight knit bunch even beyond the closeness this crew already had with one another. It was one of the things he admired about them, and why he knew he had to deal with the pain he was feeling. Toryn couldn't let this affect the performance of his duties if he could help it.:: ::Sylara let out a soft hoot, the owl staring at him from her perch on the six foot tall, slightly curvaceous, metal tree that served as her place to sit more often than not. When she wasn't perched on his shoulder, flying about silently, or choosing to sit on something else. It was where she slept usually, though he noticed that this previous evening she was wherever he was when he had attempted to sleep. He stared at her with those reflective eyes of his, seeing the same in hers. The nictitating membranes in his eyes blinked slightly to clean them and he stood up from the chair he was sitting in. He needed to do something. He was upset, sad, angry. He wasn't on duty just yet. Having not even stepped onto deck 13 since his promotion. He was in no shape to make an appearance just yet and they were on leave anyways, so he had a bit of leeway in getting into his new duties at his leisure.:: ::Leisure. The arena. Maybe that's what he needed. To vent a bit at some holographic opponents. Toryn rose to his feet and went into his room to change into some appropriate attire for such a workout. Sturdy trousers of fine Toural silk, his usual boots and a light shirt of grey and green. Comm badge on the shirt. He slipped the silver case with his medication onto his belt on his right hip. Toryn, satisfied with his choice, stepped out of his quarters. As he passed near the door, Sylara flew onto his right shoulder and gingerly clutched his shoulders with her talons. He stepped out of his quarters and stood there a moment. It was a routine he did ever since his personal quarters had been modified to keep his room at a higher gravity than the rest of the ship. It let him, and Sylara when she was accompanying him, to adjust to the standard gravity and atmosphere of the ship. Since the environmental controls in his room were independent from the rest of Atlantis, it let both he and his bird live without having to suffer from asthmatic issues when off duty.:: ::Toryn's gaze drifted across the corridor. Though he couldn't see it from his door, he knew precisely where Serala's quarters were, on the opposite side of the hull. For some reason, thinking of her, made him think of Lael once more and the frustration at latter turned to anger. His brow furrowed, narrowing his eyes as he stalked away from his quarters towards the closest turbolift. Upon entering he spun on his heel and faced the door.:: *Raga*: Deck Six, Holodeck One. ::The computer chimed and the lift moved. Toryn heard the loud hum of the lift as it traveled through the ship. He heard countless footfalls, voices from conversations taking place on each deck as he passed. With his hearing, as exceptional as it was, he couldn't hear everything everywhere. But in his year on the small Intrepid class he'd become accustomed in testing his senses, and knew he could reasonably hear most things within a deck or two in either direction of where ever he was. Beyond that it was out of his ability to detect with any certainty. And that was with him putting conscious effort into it. It's why he was so capable of moving through the ship being able to avoid Serala. Once he was used to someone he could make out the minute differences enough to pick them out by sound. It only worked on a few, Serala. Valin. Knight, only because he made it a point to not let the cunning intelligence officer be able to sneak up on him. He was well aware of his prankster nature by now. Toryn always heard the flow of energy in the power conduits. the vibration and hum of the engines and warp core. Granted, everyone felt those to an extent. Which was why a ship was so 'lifeless' whenever the core was shut down. One just got used to the sound and feel. Every time a door swished open he was aware of it. He understood that Commander Tel-ar had similar, if not even more keen perceptions in this regard than he and could only imagine how much more painful the 'noise' was to the Andorian.:: ::Toryn's thoughts kept him occupied as the lift descended a few decks and when the doors opened he stepped out nearby the unoccupied holodeck. Toryn tapped the panel beside the door.:: *Raga*: Computer, run holodeck program Raga Coliseum. *Computer*: Program active. ::With that he stepped up to the large doors and waited for them to slide open. Looking into the interior he was greeted by the familiar downtrodden, rusted, metallic corridor of the starbase, and the more modern Coliseum he'd programmed at the Academy. Stepping in he walked down the long hallway, passing by various empty and open rooms of benches and lockers where real or holographic opponents would be waiting for their turn on the sands. At the moment he hadn't requested any additional gladiators, so the tunnel was eerily quiet. Only the heavy thump of his boots on the hard metal floor and the ever present drone of a holographic crowd that filled the stands that rose as high as the ancient Roman structure for which he based this place loosely off of. Toryn passed into an expansive room with a few aged and worn metal benches and stopped. It was roughly fifty meters across in any side with the walls as high as four meters. Nearly every square inch of the walls was covered with weaponry. Melee weapons, bows, crossbows, dart guns, slings, spears, every conceivable weapon from every known species in Federation records was represented here. Save for firearms. If he wanted to practice with phasers they had other training programs. And even a shooting range to use. No, this was purely for martial training of more close combat, or at least archaic design.:: ::Toryn's reflective gaze surveyed the weapons as he stood by the entrance to the armory. Thousands of weapons, and he'd used most of them. Perhaps all of them, he'd not actually kept count though he used them to varying degrees of skill. Toryn was good in close combat, due to his various studies of his own people's arts, as well as a couple from other species. The Al-Leyan slowly began walling along the walls, running his fingers over a few hilts, or hafts, or blades. Toryn stopped in front of a large pike, he wasn't sure if it was of Human make or not. While he'd used the weapons here, he was not familiar with the names and origins of many of them. Didn't need to be to use them. He pulled the polearm out of the slender rack it was secured in. He set the butt into the floor and looked up at the rather vicious looking head. It was curved on both sides, but the highly sharpened metal head was curved and barbed. The two curves ascending, two curves curled back towards the haft. The haft itself was of solid steel, not wood as many other such weapons were. Taking it, he continued walking. In total he spent about ten minutes perusing the selections. Taking a curved, wicked looking shamshir complete with a belt to secure it to his waist. A few daggers of various lengths and styles, and a large maul that Toryn found a shoulder harness to slip the haft down through so he could carry it on his back. The Al-Leyan tended to make full use of his strength in here, oft carrying more weapons than someone might typically manage. Since he would usually just leave them in the sand to be picked up later and used.:: ::With his weapons chosen, he moved into the next room. A continuation of the armory, the walls and floor was filled with mannequins each with armor spanning centuries from multiple worlds. From simple leathers, to full knightly plate armor. Shields of all makes and styles were in the third portion of the armory. As he stopped to look at a suit of leather armor he stopped, scowled and kept walking. The large doors to the arena itself were just up ahead. He nudged them with his boot and they flung open. He ignored it and strode into the sands like a man looking to inflict death. The crowd cheered, a proper mob for the type of place this was. As he reached the center the announcer called out who he was to the jeering audience. Then called for his opponent. A tall, slightly taller than he Nausicaan. With Roman garb and Klingon weapons. The burly male raised his arms to get the crowd cheering and Toryn remained still, seething. As soon as the fight began the Nausicaan charged. He was roughly twenty yards away. Roaring at him. Toryn lightly tossed the pike into the air vertically to catch it, holding it like a spear. He let out a loud scream and hurled the six foot pike like a javelin at the Nausicaan. It struck him like a torpedo, flinging him backwards like so much air, only stopping when the bladed tip of the weapon stuck into the sand with the lifeless body of the holographic opponent dangling from midway down the haft.:: *Raga*: Computer. Raise opponent skill and difficulty to maximum rating. And add more opponents. ::The holoprogram changed subtly and through some doors along the inner wall of the arena burst forth a half dozen enemies. Klingon, Breen, Hirogen. Two each. Working in pairs. Toryn quickly moved to grab his pike and let the corpse of the Nausicaan fall to the sand. The Klingons reached him first. Raged seethed in him. Memories of his brother dead at the hands of one such a warrior. He snarled viciously and lunged at the bat'leth wielder. The pike thrust forward, only to be parried. He felt the vibration travel along his arms and knew these opponents would be able to match his own strength. Toryn shifted his footing, his left hand reaching behind his back. Producing a dagger with a three foot blade he tossed it underhanded into the second Klingon's chest to the hilt. The warrior stumbled in his approach, Toryn knew the blade had punched through the thick ribs and pierced his heart.:: ::The Bat'leth wielder spun around behind him and drove one of the points into his side. He felt it connect. The dulled pain of the contact and rolled away. His scowl only deepened.:: *Raga*: Computer, freeze program. ::The Klingon's overhead strike was a few inches from his head the program halted. He took a few steps back, putting a yard between them.:: *Raga*: Computer. Deactivate holodeck safety protocols. Authorization Raga Zeta One One Nine Omega. *Computer*: Warning. Deactivating safety protocols at current settings will likely result in fatal injury. Do you wish to deactivate them? *Raga*: By the branch...YES! ::He clutched the pike in his hands carefully and took a defensive stance facing the Klingon:: Resume program. ::A second later the Klingon's strike finished, only catching air and the hologram looked about to find him again before charging, hurling Klingon curses at him. Toryn rushed forward, to close the distance faster and pointed the bladed tip of his weapon at the man. It connected with the Bat'leth as his opponent parried but he twisted the haft in his hands, rolling the blades around to catch the Bat'leth between them. A sharp motion like using the row on an old boat wrested the weapon out of the Klingon's formidable grasp and he planted the tip of his own weapon into the sand. Using his own momentum and bracing himself against the pike's metal haft he lifted into the air, vaulting slightly to slam both boots right into the Klingon's chest. A sickening crunch and the judder of the males body let him know he'd at least cracked his rib cage. When he landed standing on top of his chest and felt it cave in from his increased mass, he knew it had broken entirely.:: ::The pike was partially pulled out of the sand as he stared down at the now dead Klingon and felt a sharp pain in his right arm. He retracted his limb and looked to see a cut just above the elbow, shallow, but it stung and he realized that it was a graze from a knife as he glanced over his shoulder to see a Breen tossing a second instrument at him. Toryn rolled forward, forgetting his pike for a moment as he went evasive. The blade whizzed over his back and landed in the dirt a few feet away when he rolled to his feet in a typical Mukhol stance, pivoting with graceful fluidity and his hands out in front of him in fists. The knife throwing Breen stopped, a few feet away with twin daggers in hand. Toryn quickly looked around. The Hirogen were still yards away, having been the farthest from him. The other Breen was nowhere to be. No, there he was, he was fast and had already moved to Toryn's right trying to flank him when he was rolling.:: ::He noted that Breen had a spear in hand and a short sword of some kind sheathed on his hip. His studious glance gave the knife wielder an opening and he flipped the one in his right hand blade into his palm then chucked it at Toryn. With his hands free at the moment he stared at the tossed dagger. He was just far enough for him to try something. Toryn shifted his right shoulder down, ducking partially and focusing on the knife. He reached up with his left hand and just barely managed to grasp the hilt mid air just beside his head, flip it in his hand and then heave it back at the Breen. The move caught them off guard and the blade sank into his right shoulder, but even with the force he put behind it it only sent them rolling backwards a bit. A wound, but not fatal. He remembered the spear wielder and looked to his right as the sharp, jagged tip of said weapon was already mid thrust at his midsection. Toryn sucked in his gut, but still cried out as he felt the deep gash form across his stomach.:: *Raga*: Ahh! ::His right hand reached back, feeling the handle of another dagger tucked in his belt, in his palm. His fingers lightly held it and he made a single drawing motion and then flicked his wrist towards his attacker. The four inch blade drove to the hilt in the Breen's side, causing him to cry out but the spear once more thrust at Toryn. His neck this time. The sting of a cut burned in his jawline when he moved to evade, just a nick but it hurt. He quickly grabbed the haft of the weapon, wresting it from his opponent's grasp with a pivot and drawing on his own formidable strength. It pulled from the Breen's hands, who stepped back to draw the sword at his hip. Toryn completed his pivot, spinning around to face the other Breen who had gotten back to his feet and was only a meter away from him. Until the spear he then hurled punctured a hole right through his chest and out the back.:: ::Adrenaline was coursing through his veins now, the fear of how deadly the situation was, was overshadowed by the rage that he felt. All of the pain he'd endured from the past year, from ART, the circumstances of his own culture that made his love life so difficult. His love life. And the fact that the only two women he loved were not only incapable of being with him, he'd in some way been a source of pain and heartache for them. Regardless of how much his own heart was breaking from Lael's words to him. The sharp, sting of a sword blade cutting into his right shoulder pulled him from his angered thoughts, eliciting another wail of pain from him. Toryn shifted onto his left foot, curled up his right like a coil and kicked out sharply. He felt the crack of bones as his boot connected with the Breen's kneecap, bending back the wrong way and sending him sprawling to the ground. A bit of red flashed in his vision from the wound in his shoulder but he forced down the pain, grasped hold of the anger he felt inside like a blanket of comfort. He reached up behind him with his left hand, felt the heavy haft of the maul secured to his back and made a slight upwards flick of his hand to slip it out of the loop on his back. :: ::Toryn glanced towards the closing Hirogen as he staked over to the hobbled Breen, who'd managed to get up to his other knee and thrust at him with that sword again. This time he saw it coming and sidestepped as the maul settled into his hands comfortably. His fingers clenched the haft firmly and she pivoted on the ball of his right foot, spinning a backhand with the heavy weighted weapon as the Breen was pulling back from his stab. The blunt, squared head of the maul was made of solid duranium. The haft was about four feet long, mahogany and wrapped in corded leather. As the head of the maul connected with the Breen's chest he felt his arms shudder from the impact vibrations. A loud thump and sickening crunch and crack and the Breen was sent sailing back fifty yards. He might have gone farther had the wall of the arena not arrested his momentum.:: ::Toryn's ears began to tingle slightly and he heard the faint whistling sound of a feathered projectile streaking through the air and growing louder. The Al-Leyan spun around to see the arrow fly at him and tilted his head just enough. The arrowhead left a faint slice on his neck rather than a much more deadly impact. Of the two Hirogen, the farthest was holding a shortbow of some sort, and in the process of knocking another arrow. The one in between them, he saw, was holding a long blade in his left hand and a round shield in the right. He ran to the side to try and get around to the archer, only to find the swordsman keeping himself imposed between the two. Another arrow streaked past him, then a third and forth as he kept moving. Making himself a harder target. He kept circling the pair until the wall of the arena was behind them and then he charged the swordsman.:: ::The archer drew down on him, aiming over his shorter, crouched compatriot's back. Toryn knew it was not easy to dodge an arrow when one was charging at the person firing it. There was a startled cry followed by a brief flurry of feathers as Sylara dove from above. He'd been aware she'd been circling above, watching as she always did. But she knew he'd made this dangerous to himself and couldn't permit him to be harmed. The Seiuri clawed at the Hirogen's face, blinding him and sending him stumbling back towards the wall clutching his face when she flew off. The cries caused the shield bearer to glance behind him, more than enough of a distraction for Toryn barrel into him at full tilt. There was a loud, harsh grunt and thud as the shield was pressed to the man's chest, trapped between them as the enraged Al-Leyan lifted up. Momentarily taking him off his feet as he carried the Hirogen back towards his partner. All three collided with the wall of the arena, the metal denting slightly and the shimmer of the holodeck wall briefly distorting the holographic image as the hit it.:: ::Winded, the two Hirogen struggled to get their footing as he took a single step back and to the side. Maul in hand, Toryn drew back, holding the heavy weapon as if a baseball bat. Then swung forward. Hard. It hit the shield. The shield cracked in half, as did the holder's arm. Both Hirogen pressed into the wall more, the holodeck wall trembled and the image shimmered. He drew back and swung again. Hit the first Hirogen in the chest. He yelled. Toryn yelled back. The Hirogen fell to the sands as he made another swing. The blind Hirogen never saw it coming. It hit his chest. Crushed it. The wall shook more, the image distorted erratically. But the Hirogen didn't fall. He swung again. And Screamed again. And Again. And again. Toryn cried out with all of the anger, frustration, loss, sadness, and a plethora of other varying emotions as he hammered at the holographic opponent again and again.:: ::It took him a few minutes. Maybe five, maybe more. To realize that the Hirogen had fallen and he was hammering at the back wall of the holodeck. Until the program suddenly ceased, causing everything to vanish in an instant. Toryn was mid swing, the weapon in his hands now gone he reflexively balled his right fist and buried it into the hole he'd knocked into the wall of the holodeck. More duranium gave way, his fist hit a bulkhead. But he didn't care. Not even when he saw the exposed power conduit mere inches from his arm. Had he punched that, with the force he possessed. Well. There was a hoot. He realized that Sylara was perched on his left shoulder now. Staring at him, not judging. For she knew how he felt. He fell to his rump, sitting and staring at the wall and the power conduit. Chest heaving from the extreme exertion he'd just endured. Lifeblood dripping onto the floor from wounds that couldn't vanish when the program ended. He barely felt the burning ache of pain, yet. Toryn reached up and tapped his comm badge.:: *Raga*: =/\= Raga to Dermont. =/\= ::His voice was haggard, emotionless:: *Dermont*: =/\= response =/\= *Raga*: =/\= If you have a moment. Could you come to Holodeck One. I think I broke it. =/\= ::Toryn said, staring at the meter circumference hole he'd put into it:: *Dermont*: =/\= response =/\= *Raga*: =/\= Ask the computer where I am if you're that bothered by it. =/\= ::He snapped harshly at his best friend, unintentionally, when Valin voiced concern about being tricked again:: =/\=Raga out. =/\= ::He tapped his badge again to close the line and sat there. Staring at the wall. Some indeterminate time later he heard the doors open, Syrala's head turn to face it and the heavy footsteps of someone walking up behind him.:: *Dermont*: response *((Tag/tbc))* *((ooc: Sorry buddy. Didn't mean to break your holodeck. But you can fix it right? :P ))* *=========================================================* *Major Toryn Raga * *Acting Marine Commanding Officer* *USS Atlantis NCC-74682* *PodCast Team* *Atlantis Staff Member* *Writer ID: A239410TR0* https://wiki.starbase118.net/wiki/index.php?title=Toryn_Raga -- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "UFOP: StarBase 118: USS Atlantis" group. To unsubscribe from this group and stop receiving emails from it, send an email to sb118-atlantis+unsubscribe@googlegroups.com. Visit this group at https://groups.google.com/group/sb118-atlantis. For more options, visit https://groups.google.com/d/optout. ------=_Part_2135_673866140.1541452503490 Content-Type: text/html; charset="UTF-8" Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable
((Raga'= s Quarters 03-0201, Deck 3,=C2=A0USS Atlantis))

((ooc: Day four of leave))

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::It was, iro= nically, good timing that the Atlantis=C2=A0was on leave. Toryn'= s head, heart and soul were still ringing with the dull to unbridled ache h= e'd been feeling since he forced himself back from the Dreamscape and i= nto his body again. He'd woken up of course, soaked in sweat which was = the first time he'd come back from the strange, psionic realm he didn&#= 39;t understand, with his body anything but at peace and comfortable. Which= told him all he needed to know. What had happened between he and Lael had = shaken him so much that it fed back to his body as he slept, or entranced, = or whatever it truly was that happened when he was there in that once peace= ful place.::=C2=A0

::= Toryn, understandably so, had a restless sleep at best, when it would final= ly come in waves. The Al-Leyan had relocated himself, from his bed, to the = couch, back to his bed, to a chair several times during the night since the= heartbreaking encounter. The stress was getting to him, and he could not a= llow that. He was now Second Officer, just promoted to the next rank up, bu= t laterally made a Marine and given the similar rank for his new station. M= arines were a tough, tight knit bunch even beyond the closeness this crew a= lready had with one another. It was one of the things he admired about them= , and why he knew he had to deal with the pain he was feeling. Toryn couldn= 't let this affect the performance of his duties if he could help it.::= =C2=A0

::Sylara let out= a soft hoot, the owl staring at him from her perch on the six foot tall, s= lightly curvaceous, metal tree that served as her place to sit more often t= han not. When she wasn't perched on his shoulder, flying about silently= , or choosing to sit on something else. It was where she slept usually, tho= ugh he noticed that this previous evening she was wherever he was when he h= ad attempted to sleep. He stared at her with those reflective eyes of his, = seeing the same in hers. The nictitating membranes in his eyes blinked slig= htly to clean them and he stood up from the chair he was sitting in. He nee= ded to do something. He was upset, sad, angry. He wasn't on duty just y= et. Having not even stepped onto deck 13 since his promotion. He was in no = shape to make an appearance just yet and they were on leave anyways, so he = had a bit of leeway in getting into his new duties at his leisure.::=C2=A0<= /font>

::Leisure. The arena. M= aybe that's what he needed. To vent a bit at some holographic opponents= . Toryn rose to his feet and went into his room to change into some appropr= iate attire for such a workout. Sturdy trousers of fine Toural silk, his us= ual boots and a light shirt of grey and green. Comm badge on the shirt. He = slipped the silver case with his medication onto his belt on his right hip.= Toryn, satisfied with his choice, stepped out of his quarters. As he passe= d near the door, Sylara flew onto his right shoulder and gingerly clutched = his shoulders with her talons. He stepped out of his quarters and stood the= re a moment. It was a routine he did ever since his personal quarters had b= een modified to keep his room at a higher gravity than the rest of the ship= . It let him, and Sylara when she was accompanying him, to adjust to the st= andard gravity and atmosphere of the ship. Since the environmental controls= in his room were independent from the rest of Atlantis, it let both he and= his bird live without having to suffer from asthmatic issues when off duty= .::=C2=A0

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::Toryn's= gaze drifted across the corridor. Though he couldn't see it from his d= oor, he knew precisely where Serala's quarters were, on the opposite si= de of the hull. For some reason, thinking of her, made him think of Lael on= ce more and the frustration at latter turned to anger. His brow furrowed, n= arrowing his eyes as he stalked away from his quarters towards the closest = turbolift. Upon entering he spun on his heel and faced the door.::=C2=A0

Raga: Deck Six, Ho= lodeck One.
::The compu= ter chimed and the lift moved. Toryn heard the loud hum of the lift as it t= raveled through the ship. He heard countless footfalls, voices from convers= ations taking place on each deck as he passed. With his hearing, as excepti= onal as it was, he couldn't hear everything everywhere. But in his year= on the small Intrepid class he'd become accustomed in testing his sens= es, and knew he could reasonably hear most things within a deck or two in e= ither direction of where ever he was. Beyond that it was out of his ability= to detect with any certainty. And that was with him putting conscious effo= rt into it. It's why he was so capable of moving through the ship being= able to avoid Serala. Once he was used to someone he could make out the mi= nute differences enough to pick them out by sound. It only worked on a few,= Serala. Valin. Knight, only because he made it a point to not let the cunn= ing intelligence officer be able to sneak up on him. He was well aware of h= is prankster nature by now. Toryn always heard the flow of energy in the po= wer conduits. the vibration and hum of the engines and warp core. Granted, = everyone felt those to an extent. Which was why a ship was so 'lifeless= ' whenever the core was shut down. One just got used to the sound and f= eel. Every time a door swished open he was aware of it. He understood that = Commander Tel-ar had similar, if not even more keen perceptions in this reg= ard than he and could only imagine how much more painful the 'noise'= ; was to the Andorian.::=C2=A0

::Toryn's thoughts kept him occupied as the lift descended a fe= w decks and when the doors opened he stepped out nearby the unoccupied holo= deck. Toryn tapped the panel beside the door.::=C2=A0

Raga: Computer, run holodeck program = Raga Coliseum.

Compu= ter: Program active.=C2=A0

::With that he stepped up to the large doors and waited for them to= slide open. Looking into the interior he was greeted by the familiar downt= rodden, rusted, metallic corridor of the starbase, and the more modern Coli= seum he'd programmed at the Academy. Stepping in he walked down the lon= g hallway, passing by various empty and open rooms of benches and lockers w= here real or holographic opponents would be waiting for their turn on the s= ands. At the moment he hadn't requested any additional gladiators, so t= he tunnel was eerily quiet. Only the heavy thump of his boots on the hard m= etal floor and the ever present drone of a holographic crowd that filled th= e stands that rose as high as the ancient Roman structure for which he base= d this place loosely off of. Toryn passed into an expansive room with a few= aged and worn metal benches and stopped. It was roughly fifty meters acros= s in any side with the walls as high as four meters. Nearly every square in= ch of the walls was covered with weaponry. Melee weapons, bows, crossbows, = dart guns, slings, spears, every conceivable weapon from every known specie= s in Federation records was represented here. Save for firearms. If he want= ed to practice with phasers they had other training programs. And even a sh= ooting range to use. No, this was purely for martial training of more close= combat, or at least archaic design.::

::Toryn's reflective gaze surveyed th= e weapons as he stood by the entrance to the armory. Thousands of weapons, = and he'd used most of them. Perhaps all of them, he'd not actually = kept count though he used them to varying degrees of skill. Toryn was good = in close combat, due to his various studies of his own people's arts, a= s well as a couple from other species. The Al-Leyan slowly began walling al= ong the walls, running his fingers over a few hilts, or hafts, or blades. T= oryn stopped in front of a large pike, he wasn't sure if it was of Huma= n make or not. While he'd used the weapons here, he was not familiar wi= th the names and origins of many of them. Didn't need to be to use them= . He pulled the polearm out of the slender rack it was secured in. He set t= he butt into the floor and looked up at the rather vicious looking head. It= was curved on both sides, but the highly sharpened metal head was curved a= nd barbed. The two curves ascending, two curves curled back towards the haf= t. The haft itself was of solid steel, not wood as many other such weapons = were. Taking it, he continued walking. In total he spent about ten minutes = perusing the selections. Taking a curved, wicked looking shamshir complete = with a belt to secure it to his waist. A few daggers of various lengths and= styles, and a large maul that Toryn found a shoulder harness to slip the h= aft down through so he could carry it on his back. The Al-Leyan tended to m= ake full use of his strength in here, oft carrying more weapons than someon= e might typically manage. Since he would usually just leave them in the san= d to be picked up later and used.::=C2=A0

::With his weapons chosen, he moved into the next room. = A continuation of the armory, the walls and floor was filled with mannequin= s each with armor spanning centuries from multiple worlds. From simple leat= hers, to full knightly plate armor. Shields of all makes and styles were in= the third portion of the armory. As he stopped to look at a suit of leathe= r armor he stopped, scowled and kept walking. The large doors to the arena = itself were just up ahead. He nudged them with his boot and they flung open= . He ignored it and strode into the sands like a man looking to inflict dea= th. The crowd cheered, a proper mob for the type of place this was. As he r= eached the center the announcer called out who he was to the jeering audien= ce. Then called for his opponent. A tall, slightly taller than he Nausicaan= . With Roman garb and Klingon weapons. The burly male raised his arms to ge= t the crowd cheering and Toryn remained still, seething. As soon as the fig= ht began the Nausicaan charged. He was roughly twenty yards away. Roaring a= t him. Toryn lightly tossed the pike into the air vertically to catch it, h= olding it like a spear. He let out a loud scream and hurled the six foot pi= ke like a javelin at the Nausicaan. It struck him like a torpedo, flinging = him backwards like so much air, only stopping when the bladed tip of the we= apon stuck into the sand with the lifeless body of the holographic opponent= dangling from midway down the haft.::

Raga: Computer. Raise opponent skill and difficulty = to maximum rating. And add more opponents.

::The holoprogram changed subtly and through some doors= along the inner wall of the arena burst forth a half dozen enemies. Klingo= n, Breen, Hirogen. Two each. Working in pairs. Toryn quickly moved to grab = his pike and let the corpse of the Nausicaan fall to the sand. The Klingons= reached him first. Raged seethed in him. Memories of his brother dead at t= he hands of one such a warrior. He snarled viciously and lunged at the bat&= #39;leth wielder. The pike thrust forward, only to be parried. He felt the = vibration travel along his arms and knew these opponents would be able to m= atch his own strength. Toryn shifted his footing, his left hand reaching be= hind his back. Producing a dagger with a three foot blade he tossed it unde= rhanded into the second Klingon's chest to the hilt. The warrior stumbl= ed in his approach, Toryn knew the blade had punched through the thick ribs= and pierced his heart.::=C2=A0

::The Bat'leth wielder spun around behind him and drove one of= the points into his side. He felt it connect. The dulled pain of the conta= ct and rolled away. His scowl only deepened.::=C2=A0


Raga: Computer, freeze program.=C2=A0

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::The Klingon's overhead strike was a= few inches from his head the program halted. He took a few steps back, put= ting a yard between them.::=C2=A0

Raga: Computer. Deactivate holodeck safety protocols. Aut= horization Raga Zeta One One Nine Omega.


Computer: Warning. Deactivating safety protocols at current= settings will likely result in fatal injury. Do you wish to deactivate the= m?=C2=A0

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Raga: By the bra= nch...YES! ::He clutched the pike in his hands carefully and took a defensi= ve stance facing the Klingon:: Resume program.=C2=A0


::A second later the Klingon's strike finished, on= ly catching air and the hologram looked about to find him again before char= ging, hurling Klingon curses at him. Toryn rushed forward, to close the dis= tance faster and pointed the bladed tip of his weapon at the man. It connec= ted with the Bat'leth as his opponent parried but he twisted the haft i= n his hands, rolling the blades around to catch the Bat'leth between th= em. A sharp motion like using the row on an old boat wrested the weapon out= of the Klingon's formidable grasp and he planted the tip of his own we= apon into the sand. Using his own momentum and bracing himself against the = pike's metal haft he lifted into the air, vaulting slightly to slam bot= h boots right into the Klingon's chest. A sickening crunch and the judd= er of the males body let him know he'd at least cracked his rib cage. W= hen he landed standing on top of his chest and felt it cave in from his inc= reased mass, he knew it had broken entirely.::=C2=A0

::The pike was partially pulled out of the sa= nd as he stared down at the now dead Klingon and felt a sharp pain in his r= ight arm. He retracted his limb and looked to see a cut just above the elbo= w, shallow, but it stung and he realized that it was a graze from a knife a= s he glanced over his shoulder to see a Breen tossing a second instrument a= t him. Toryn rolled forward, forgetting his pike for a moment as he went ev= asive. The blade whizzed over his back and landed in the dirt a few feet aw= ay when he rolled to his feet in a typical Mukhol stance, pivoting with gra= ceful fluidity and his hands out in front of him in fists. The knife throwi= ng Breen stopped, a few feet away with twin daggers in hand. Toryn quickly = looked around. The Hirogen were still yards away, having been the farthest = from him. The other Breen was nowhere to be. No, there he was, he was fast = and had already moved to Toryn's right trying to flank him when he was = rolling.::

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::He noted that Breen had a spear in hand and a short sword of so= me kind sheathed on his hip. His studious glance gave the knife wielder an = opening and he flipped the one in his right hand blade into his palm then c= hucked it at Toryn. With his hands free at the moment he stared at the toss= ed dagger. He was just far enough for him to try something. Toryn shifted h= is right shoulder down, ducking partially and focusing on the knife. He rea= ched up with his left hand and just barely managed to grasp the hilt mid ai= r just beside his head, flip it in his hand and then heave it back at the B= reen. The move caught them off guard and the blade sank into his right shou= lder, but even with the force he put behind it it only sent them rolling ba= ckwards a bit. A wound, but not fatal. He remembered the spear wielder and = looked to his right as the sharp, jagged tip of said weapon was already mid= thrust at his midsection. Toryn sucked in his gut, but still cried out as = he felt the deep gash form across his stomach.::

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Raga: Ahh!=C2=A0

::His right = hand reached back, feeling the handle of another dagger tucked in his belt,= in his palm. His fingers lightly held it and he made a single drawing moti= on and then flicked his wrist towards his attacker. The four inch blade dro= ve to the hilt in the Breen's side, causing him to cry out but the spea= r once more thrust at Toryn. His neck this time. The sting of a cut burned = in his jawline when he moved to evade, just a nick but it hurt. He quickly = grabbed the haft of the weapon, wresting it from his opponent's grasp w= ith a pivot and drawing on his own formidable strength. It pulled from the = Breen's hands, who stepped back to draw the sword at his hip. Toryn com= pleted his pivot, spinning around to face the other Breen who had gotten ba= ck to his feet and was only a meter away from him. Until the spear he then = hurled punctured a hole right through his chest and out the back.::=C2=A0


::Adrenaline was coursing through hi= s veins now, the fear of how deadly the situation was, was overshadowed by = the rage that he felt. All of the pain he'd endured from the past year,= from ART, the circumstances of his own culture that made his love life so = difficult. His love life. And the fact that the only two women he loved wer= e not only incapable of being with him, he'd in some way been a source = of pain and heartache for them. Regardless of how much his own heart was br= eaking from Lael's words to him. The sharp, sting of a sword blade cutt= ing into his right shoulder pulled him from his angered thoughts, eliciting= another wail of pain from him. Toryn shifted onto his left foot, curled up= his right like a coil and kicked out sharply. He felt the crack of bones a= s his boot connected with the Breen's kneecap, bending back the wrong w= ay and sending him sprawling to the ground. A bit of red flashed in his vis= ion from the wound in his shoulder but he forced down the pain, grasped hol= d of the anger he felt inside like a blanket of comfort. He reached up behi= nd him with his left hand, felt the heavy haft of the maul secured to his b= ack and made a slight upwards flick of his hand to slip it out of the loop = on his back. ::

::Toryn glanced towards the closin= g Hirogen as he staked over to the hobbled Breen, who'd managed to get = up to his other knee and thrust at him with that sword again. This time he = saw it coming and sidestepped as the maul settled into his hands comfortabl= y. His fingers clenched the haft firmly and she pivoted on the ball of his = right foot, spinning a backhand with the heavy weighted weapon as the Breen= was pulling back from=C2=A0 his stab. The blunt, squared head of the maul = was made of solid duranium. The haft was about four feet long, mahogany and= wrapped in corded leather. As the head of the maul connected with the Bree= n's chest he felt his arms shudder from the impact vibrations. A loud t= hump and sickening crunch and crack and the Breen was sent sailing back fif= ty yards. He might have gone farther had the wall of the arena not arrested= his momentum.::=C2=A0


::Toryn's ears began to tingle slight= ly and he heard the faint whistling sound of a feathered projectile streaki= ng through the air and growing louder. The Al-Leyan spun around to see the = arrow fly at him and tilted his head just enough. The arrowhead left a fain= t slice on his neck rather than a much more deadly impact. Of the two Hirog= en, the farthest was holding a shortbow of some sort, and in the process of= knocking another arrow. The one in between them, he saw, was holding a lon= g blade in his left hand and a round shield in the right. He ran to the sid= e to try and get around to the archer, only to find the swordsman keeping h= imself imposed between the two. Another arrow streaked past him, then a thi= rd and forth as he kept moving. Making himself a harder target. He kept cir= cling the pair until the wall of the arena was behind them and then he char= ged the swordsman.::=C2=A0

::The archer drew down on him, aiming over his shorter, crouched compat= riot's back. Toryn knew it was not easy to dodge an arrow when one was = charging at the person firing it. There was a startled cry followed by a br= ief flurry of feathers as Sylara dove from above. He'd been aware she&#= 39;d been circling above, watching as she always did. But she knew he'd= made this dangerous to himself and couldn't permit him to be harmed. T= he Seiuri clawed at the Hirogen's face, blinding him and sending him st= umbling back towards the wall clutching his face when she flew off. The cri= es caused the shield bearer to glance behind him, more than enough of a dis= traction for Toryn barrel into him at full tilt. There was a loud, harsh gr= unt and thud as the shield was pressed to the man's chest, trapped betw= een them as the enraged Al-Leyan lifted up. Momentarily taking him off his = feet as he carried the