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Post by MCapt Johanas Hanson on Jul 15, 2007 0:38:10 GMT -5
"My Grandfather was a trick rider in a wild west show back about 30 years ago a little carnival in germany he was awesome actually could do more scarey stuff with a horse than i've seen a marine do with a phaser a knife and a whole ship to destroy " Smirking slightly steadying himself in the saddle some.
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Post by Lt. Zandile Hanson on Jul 15, 2007 0:56:49 GMT -5
"Wow... I wonder what kind of damage he would have done in special ops." She chuckles. She had done some damage in special ops in her day, but those files were still classified, even to the captain.
"I sure hope you aren't lost around here... these trees all look the same to me"
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Post by MCapt Johanas Hanson on Jul 15, 2007 1:59:04 GMT -5
" no no not lost theres little paint stripes on the treelines i'm following not to mention i've been down this road before ifi get lost here its a miracle " Looking around the terrain making sure hes right "GrandPa was a wild one thats for sure louder and rougher than even my basic boot instructor and i think he wsas the one that tossed out the meals in the MRE and ate the box it came in"
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Post by Lt. Zandile Hanson on Jul 15, 2007 2:16:46 GMT -5
"Ok, then I'll follow you to the ends of the Earth... or the forest... which ever comes first." She laughs, especially at the description of his boot camp instructor. "My basic training was part of the Academy. Our survival instructor was funny... I swear he didn't need ANYTHING to survive. He just kept going and never even stopped to eat while the rest of us just tried to keep up. A third of the class failed and had to take it again, and another third dropped out of the Academy, saying they never wanted to see another desert again in their lives. I loved the desert part... it was the cold training that almost got me."
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Post by MCapt Johanas Hanson on Jul 15, 2007 2:21:57 GMT -5
"ouch yeah i couldn,t handle the cold weather training the general gave us on the vanguard it was hot cold cold hot outta the frying pan and into the fire and always tougher situations to try and survive in the desert no water and an andorian without a thermal suit General Weslynes was ruthless always trying to get us to crack." chuckling hearing about her academy class " yeah seems quite a few of my surivlal class didnt make it thru basic though i think it was closer to half " Stops briefly looking as if hes getting his bearings but focusing his attention on her following him to the ends of the earth comment actually chuckling to cover the thought with humor, his most supreme weapon to date in the war of thoughts .
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Post by Lt. Zandile Hanson on Jul 15, 2007 10:25:24 GMT -5
"There's a different kind of survival training on this ship... the fight to survive the next battle, instead of the next extreme environment. Our next assignment is the most placid one we've had in months. And I do hope we count tribbles, I could use the break." She smirks, playing off the joke he made earlier.
She sees him looking around. "Are we almost out of the forest or something? I hate to say it, but my rear end is getting sore. They should have safeties against holographic horse related rear end bruising." She smirks again, wondering what he'll make of that comment.
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Post by MCapt Johanas Hanson on Jul 15, 2007 21:25:57 GMT -5
"rear end bruising and abrasions are not covered under starfleet medical then again neither is tribble bites I don,t think its not far now just to the left down that valley about a hundred yards or so." Smirking and trailing the horse to the left and down the valley that over looked a small farm house .
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Post by Lt. Zandile Hanson on Jul 15, 2007 22:08:27 GMT -5
"I wouldn't want to meet the mutant biting tribble, it might have rabies." She chuckles. "I'll stick to bruised buttocks."
She attempts to lead her horse to the farmhouse. "So, what's this farm looking place?"
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Post by MCapt Johanas Hanson on Jul 15, 2007 22:16:35 GMT -5
"a replica of the house in nuremburg grandfather had it moved out here after his retirement place has been hee forever great place to relax bruised behinds and saddle sore parts personally its my hands that act up the most reignwrap damage from hanging on to tightly to things " Stepping into the clearing of the farm house .
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Post by Lt. Zandile Hanson on Jul 15, 2007 22:58:34 GMT -5
"I know a thing or two about Vulcan neuropressure. I could help with that." She stops the horse somehow and slides off the horse's back, ending up on her butt on the ground.
"I'm ok." She giggles and bounces up onto her feet. "Race you!" She runs toward the house, laughing as if she had never heard of sadness before.
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Post by MCapt Johanas Hanson on Jul 16, 2007 2:53:08 GMT -5
Giving a quick double glance sliding off his horse making chase as if he were a child again never having seen injury illness or pain chuckling as he ran " you cheated you skunk i'll get you " reaching for her belt loop to slow her down in an attempt to make it in the house first .
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Post by Lt. Zandile Hanson on Jul 16, 2007 7:11:18 GMT -5
She giggles and dodges his reach and goes into the house. She stops dead to avoid hitting any furniture, then spots a couch and flops down on it. True to the Vulcan half of her nature, she hadn't even broken a sweat during the run.
"On the contary, at least I don't have overactive sweat glands." She giggles again, smirking at Johanas as he catches up a moment later. She sits up, waving him over to sit down next to her.
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Post by MCapt Johanas Hanson on Jul 16, 2007 21:21:44 GMT -5
"I don,t sweat i perspire its perfectly fine to prespire but its not always normal to stink like an old wilded garden" Jumping the couch confidently and taking a seat next to her .
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Post by Lt. Zandile Hanson on Jul 16, 2007 22:19:21 GMT -5
"Now, what's wrong with your hands?" She takes his hand and starts to feel for what may be sore. "Of course, you're such a mess, I'm surprised you've got all your limbs in the right places still." She becomes somber, her own statement reminding her of Rhian, who had promised to stick around, but gotten injured for her sake and sent home.
She focuses her thoughts again, banishing the things that threatened to make her lose control. She relieves the stiffness in Johanas's hands with a massage involving Vulcan neuropressure techniques she had learned.
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Post by MCapt Johanas Hanson on Jul 16, 2007 22:33:10 GMT -5
"reign wrap damage cartiledge once shattered my right hand shocked its still attached firmly
of course thers carrying backpacks and haulinggear for a platoon normal stuff like that you know ? " Closing his eyes relaxing some > "thats an intresting feeling vulcan neuropressure ya say? "
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