Troll Training - A Joint Log

[Kansas_Jones 0]

10.28.07

USS Agincourt NCC-81762

 

A rather haggard looking Caitian - clad in black training fatigues - made her way down the NNC outer corridor, heading to the next round of Troll Training.

 

In uniform as a Master Tactical Sergeant, Troll was waiting in the marine barracks for the Cait to arrive.

 

The feline security chief whooshed into the barracks area, and switched on the fly to walking upright on her hind paws at the sight of her new drill instructor. She snapped into an attention stance. "Lieutenant JoNs, reporting for duty."

 

Troll glanced over at her, "Already letting that mouth of yours lead you headlong into battle, I hear." Troll assessed her physique, "Let’s get you better prepared to survive where your mouth chooses to lead you. Since Security hasn't given the 'All Clear' on our HD yet, I've booked some time for us in one of the others. It’s time to check out your personal combat skills."

 

Troll's voice and tone were at conversational levels throughout this speech, however since the barracks went quiet the moment JoNs entered, not a word was missed. Now the murmuring of bets could be heard as the odds were assessed. Interestingly enough, the odds were currently about even.

 

"Permission to speak Sergeant?" An easy tail lash punctuated the statement.

 

"Go ahead," he smiled.

 

JoNs kept looking straight ahead. "I have participated in and passed personal combat skill training; may I inquire as to the nature of this training?"

 

Troll flexed his hands, "Let’s just say I need to form a personal opinion of where your training is lacking. When you leave here you will be qualified as either a Combat Instructor or as a medical recovery project." Troll’s eyes are as cold as the depths of space as he says the last.

 

A small purred sigh escaped the feline. "Aye sir. Just be sure to inform medical regarding the incoming patient." The tone came out flat.

 

His eyes became warm again, "If you are anywhere as good as your record claims, the bed that’s been reserved next to yours will get its fair share of use too."

 

An ear merely flipped back in curiosity at that statement.

 

Troll gestured to the door, "HD 2 has been setup for our use with people monitoring the assessment as well as the programming and safeties. Let’s get going"

 

With a grim expression, JoNs moved out; she liked Troll, but having him as a drill instructor was really not something she would wish on anyone. The man was thorough with a capital T.

 

Troll removed his enlisted rank and put on his officer rank then stopped the turbo lift from opening onto the deck of HD2. With an almost physical change of countenance Troll asked, "Kansas how are you holding up with all of this?"

 

"....on or off the record," the Caitian glanced at his change of rank insignia and demeanor, "Troll?"

 

"Off the record. When this door opens DI Troll will be back in charge."

 

Kansas looked right at the big Trill marine. "If an officer had circumvented my authority? I'd probably do the same thing to them that the colonels did to myself and Condacin. As a matter of fact, I'm taking notes on all of this for my own future commanding officer use. But, I'm damn tired Troll."

 

"Unfortunately the Colonels in their infinite wisdom have decreed 'harsh but short of mutiny' for the two of you. At least I've been given permission to run this my way. There will be some nice moments, unlike marine basic."

 

JoNs looked at the big Trill askance. "Nice... moments. Uh, I assume you heard about my flying leap into the NNC pool?"

 

Troll grinned, "Pug has always been a hands on sort of fellow. We'll talk later, now its time to face our adoring fans" Troll switched ranks as DI Troll came to the fore, then opened the TL door.

 

The transformation was palpable and for a few seconds Kansas lamented the disappearance of "friend Troll" before she entered into the training area.

 

"First level, unarmed combat natural weaponry allowed, no holds barred. Fight until one side is forced to yield!"

 

The displaced security feline merely muttered under her breath, "...this is going to hurt..."

 

Troll then removed his battle harness, un-strapped his throwing spikes from both forearms, and removed his boots; replacing them with standard issue, unmodified ones. After placing everything into a handy locker, he moved into the arena. Kansas merely went into a routine flexing pattern, loosening up for the upcoming hand to hand training; in the process, she placed her protective gloves on her paws, to prevent an accidental (or intentional) clawing during the match.

 

Glancing at her protective gloves, Troll snorted "your loss if you choose to handicap yourself. This isn't Starfleet combat"

 

"Just humor me Mister Tro...Sergeant. For right now, it’s a precaution I want to take."

 

Troll just grunted, and then said "Whenever you think you are ready."

 

The golden feline silently indicated that she was ready.

 

Troll began a dance pattern resembling Terran 20th century football practices moving side to side, with hand touches every so often. Kansas instinctively dropped to all fours, circling as Troll circled her, watching for any sort of opening. Finally, she darted in, taking a swipe at his knee. As Kansas' paw connected with Troll's knee, Troll's other foot lashed out at Kansas' unprotected side with the intent to lift her off the ground with the blow.

 

Unfortunately, the Caitian was not ready (than again, this was the whole point of the exercise don't you know) - Troll caught her square on with a sickening thud. The feline was flipped up and over in an arc; as Kansas flipped through the air, Troll performed the splits, and then forward rolled to come up near Kansas preparing a knife hand strike, still kneeling. She landed on the same side that had been hit and skidded a few inches forward on the mat. She clamped a paw on her side, moaning a bit.

 

"Had enough for today?" Troll waited for her next move

 

JoNs very slowly rolled up over onto her knees, her paw still clamped to her side. "Vicious. Very good. I can work with that." She spoke through gritted fangs.

 

Troll prepared to roll with her next attack, while tensing his legs to spring. With a surge of energy, Kansas leapt feline style right at the big Trill, going for his upper body and head. The lower center of gravity approach hadn't worked, so let's see how a direct approach did.

 

Troll reached out to grab her with his arms, as he began a backwards roll along the same trajectory. His legs kept in tight so that he could catch her in her lower hind quarters and flip her again. Unfortunately things don't always go exactly as planned; Kansas was quicker than he had expected as she caught him with a blow to the face that bloodied his nose and left his ears ringing. Hopefully the rest of the maneuver would work with her ending up trapped beneath him and the wind knocked out of her.

 

Troll, in the holodeck, on top of Kansas; the feline was not amused and hissed at the drill instructor, her eyes glaring balefully. The marine protected his face as he sprang into a forward flip over her head. JoNs meanwhile quickly took advantage of the situation and rolled away as well, coming up on her hind legs as her tactical thoughts flew this way and that with possible combination attacks. Okay, low ground attack on him was not successful, upper mildly successful. Let's go for a flanking attack - JoNs darted in from the left side. She aimed a full on round house kick at Troll's midsection.

 

He dropped flat to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut, while performing a leg sweep, spinning Troll around facing Kansas on his stomach at the end of the maneuver; Troll's head rang again from the glancing blow

 

The feline landed on the mat, backing away with a feral leer. "Touche Mister Troll."

 

It had been too long since he had fought a Cait. Troll stayed in spider position waiting for Kansas' next move. "Does anyone hear Bells?" he stated as he grinned in reply.

 

JoNs chuckled as she circled the 'spider'. "Forget the bells, I have a full on chorus happening. Nice moves there Sarge."

 

“Just remember some of your opponents will have experience fighting feline forms.”

 

"....and I have no doubt that you will match me up to spar with them."

 

Troll stood up, while keeping a watch on Kansas, then grounded himself in the center of the mat, standing motionless as the Caitian continued to circle him.

 

JoNs darted at the big marine, trying a variant move on her original ‘dart into the knee’ paw sweep attack.

 

Troll Straight Armed her right into the mat! Pure power! His big hand caught her right on the upper chest, and he slammed her down on her back to the mat, putting his full weight behind it. The blow from the impact knocked the air from the feline’s lungs, effectively grounding her from any kind of counter attack. For a few seconds, she couldn’t inhale enough air, or exhale for that matter. Finally, the jarring shock to her system dissipated, allowing her to gasp for air, and then the delayed pain started. A yowl of pain reverberated in the holo deck followed by a fit of coughing.

 

Marine hand to hand combat training. Indeed.

 

Medic!