Pack it up, pack it in,

[saltwaterlungs]

CHARACTERS: Darcy, and YOU?!
DATE: First half of September prior to the event
LOCATION: Sports deck
SITUATION: A pirate-sponsored fight club for the sake of beating the shit out of each other bettering each other
WARNINGS: It’s a fight club. Violence is to be expected.

I came to win

Fliers go up around the ship, as they so often do. This time put up with a reasonable amount of tape and written in a much less flowery hand than people would expect, the announcement ‘FIGHT CLUB TUESDAY EVENINGS SPORTS DECK: MAKE FRIENDS AND THEN HIT THEM’.
Anyone going to the sport’s deck after 7pm for the Tuesdays before the excursion will find tennis court set up for an impromptu fight club. There’s a notebook with a pen off to one side as a sign-in sheet, and a small list of rules written in the same handwriting as the fliers.
-No killing or dying
-Respect tapping out
-If you’re learning, respect your teacher/s
-If you’re teaching, respect your student/s
-Cause problems, get kicked out

Off to the sidelines, Darcy can be found supervising, keeping an eye out for any issues.

Battle me that's a sin

In one corner is supplies for fencing and swordplay. Three protective jackets, mesh masks, and blunt training sabers in a loose pile, plus whatever weaponry people themselves supply. There’s a circular arena drawn out on the ground, with a narrower fencing piste drawn through the middle of it.

I won't ever slack up

For those more inclined to hand-to-hand combat, a couple of the punching bags from the gym have been dragged out onto the court, along with focus-pads and a couple of long strips of bandages bandages to wrap one’s hands with. An arena has been drawn out, about the right dimensions for a boxing ring.

Punk you better back up

Over on the furthest side- deliberately angled to face off the ship- there’s a makeshift shooting range consisting of a bunch of water bottles and some mannequins from the Tommy Bahama laid out as targets to shoot at. A line has been drawn on the ground, presumably to stand behind when shooting.

Try and play the role and yo the whole crew'll act up

Right in the middle of everything is an arena marked out for no clear purpose, with no equipment nearby. It can probably be presumed that this is somewhere for people to spar, or more likely, show off in front of everyone.

Comments

[prince_of_beasts]

Wait what.

"Energy weapons?"

Dimitri hasn't actually seen SecUnit fight (really fight) before. He'd seen the ports at the diner and SecUnit in the dress is still giving him some feelings he's resolutely not processing, but hadn't asked.

SecUnit doesn't have to respond to the bow. It's habit on Dimitri's end, and he's gotten used to people not knowing how to respond. "It's a useful skill if you're caught off-guard, or at the wrong range. And ... "

He falters, unsure how to continue.

[serialskiller]

"Energy weapons. Uh, laser guns? Not actually an accurate term, but that tends to translate well enough."

Surely, surely Dimitri is from a world that has guns.

Right?

[prince_of_beasts]

Dimitri's seen guns -- he's been keeping a curious eye on the shooting range, though he's never been a distance fighter and has no desire to become one. On the other hand ... "La ... sers?"

[serialskiller]

Murderbot gestures for Dimitri to follow it to the shooting range, where it's careful to check that the field is clear before it totally just shoots three beams of light through a single mannequin (and anything behind it).

"Lasers."

[prince_of_beasts]

Lasers! So that is new, and fascinating, and Dimitri is starry-eyed; he is still fundamentally a teenager, and lasers are extremely cool.

He clears his throat and tries to act more composed about it. "Well. That's not something I'd anticipated. I'd compare it to spellcasting, but even the best battle casters can't strike with that kind of focus. And that's just a part of you? Does the ammunition run out?"

[serialskiller]

"They're powered from my internal battery. So yes, eventually, in theory they would run out. In practice, that'd require a fight lasting several days."

It seems amused by Dimitri's enthusiasm.

[prince_of_beasts]

"Fascinating. I've known battles that lasted that long, but the fighting isn't continuous. So there's functionally no limit on their capacity ... That must be handy. You can't be caught unarmed."

There's a long pause. Then Dimitri presses a hand to his mouth, stifling a giggle.

"I'm sorry," muffled through laughter, "I swear that wasn't on purpose."

[serialskiller]

“No, but it sure is possible to dis-arm me. Don’t mention that pun in front of Peter Smith, by the way.”

Casual as you please about that.

[prince_of_beasts]

The mental image of SecUnit's mangled body slams into Dimitri's humor, no survivors in the wreckage. He chokes on a sound like an asthmatic donkey caught in a rusty door, and has to thump his chest to cough out the fleck of spit that lodged in his throat. Indech help him.

He gasps in a breath and wipes his watering eyes. "Goddess. Should I apologize for laughing at that? Who's Peter Smith?"

[serialskiller]

"No apology is necessary. Peter Smith is...who I was working to defend at the diner. He is a competent man."

Weird compliment, Murderbot.

[prince_of_beasts]

Normal enough compliment to Dimitri, at least. "I'll keep an eye out for him." Changing the subject before we bork the timeline on NHIE.

Dimitri coughs again, rubbing his face. Composed. He's composed now. "Now I feel foolish about insisting -- I'd assumed you fought primarily in melée, like me. If you have innate," don't say firearms, "weapons, that changes the matter significantly. Still ... if you are interested, I would like to teach you what I know. It would be nice to have a training partner. And -- it's something that matters to me. I'd like to share it with you."

SecUnit has media; Dimitri has martial arts.