And some wonder why on Earth I'd want to convert part of the SR-2's cargo hold into a gym/sparring area... *sigh*
*
Garrus, Shep & Zaeed are sipping cool drinks in the mess and chatting*
Garrus: "...so I told Shepard about how we relieve pre-mission stress in the turian military, and there you have it."
Zaeed: "I don't care; I'm too goddamn old for that PT nonesense. I leave that to wet-behind-the-ears rookies like Taylor..."
*
Jacob walks exits the elevator, dressed for PT, muscles rippling as he playfully tries to wrestle a lithe Kasumi off his back. Their chuckles are cut-off as they disappear behind the Port Observation Lounge door.*
Shep: "I don't know, Zaeed... PT seems to be doing wonders for those two..." *winks at Garrus*
Zaeed: "They aughta focus on the godamn mission, instead of moonin' around like lovestruck teenagers..."
*
Miranda and Samara exit the elevator, chatting pleasantly; their workout body gloves slick with sweat from their strenuous workout.*
Samara: "Your defenses were flawless, Miss Lawson. As they should be."
Miranda: "Thank you. Your use of biotics almost surprised me, though... we must continue this tomorrow." *
Miranda nods and smiles at the group before disappearing into her office*
Samara: *
nodding to the trio as she heads over to the Starboard Observation Lounge* "Gentlemen"
*
She exits the mess with a feline grace*
Garrus: *
impressed* "...that fringe..."
*
Jack and Grunt exit the elevator. Jack has a black eye and bleeding knuckles and is poking Grunt in the ribs. Both have been at it hard, their hands still wrapped in sparring bandages*
Jack: "...yeah, but I still got you good that first time, tube-boy."
Grunt: *
smiling thoothily* "MY ribs won't be hurtin' an hour from now, ink-face"
Jack: "I betcha that extra lump on your forehead 'll still be there, though..."
*
The cold air makes Jack shiver, making her tattoo's ripple across her naked back. As ususal, she's topless, wearing only some snug PT shorts and combat boots"
Jack: "C'mon, let's see what the doc can do about my shoulder. Damn thing hurts like a...
" *
her last words are cut off by the closing Med Bay door*
Zaeed: "So THAT's what that goddamn racket was about? Figured that hover tank had broken off its moorings!"
Garrus: "We had some leftover Silaris armor plates... figured the sparring area would need some for the more... ah... enthusiastic sparrers..."
*
Ash exits the elevator, dressed for PT, stretching her muscular arms and legs*
Ash: "There you are. Let's beat some shape back into that sorry butt of yours... sir!"
Shep: "Brave words, Chief... but you'll have to salute first."
Ash: *
salutes* "I've got 2 extra years of training over YOU, sir; with all due respect: your a*s is mine." *
winks to Garrus*.
*
She grabs Shep by the elbow and drags him back to the elevator*
Zaeed: "Goddamn kids! All hormones and no brain activity. I remember that kid from Golf company..."
*
Dr. Chackwas exits the med bay, dressed in a silver and white PT body glove; she has a towel in one hand, a bottle of ice brandy and two shot glasses in the other*
Chackwas: "Come on, soldier... time to prove your valour."
Zaeed: *
mouth agape, eyes switching back & forth between the bottle and Chackwas' fit figure* "...er...well, if it's doctors orders..."
Chackwas: *
winking at Garrus* "I always loved working on soldiers... they're like brandy: they get better with age. And all they need is the right motivation..."
*
She drags Zaeed to the elevator. Garrus smiles and stretches his long legs, leaning back into his chair*
Garrus: "I love this crew!"
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