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"A Simple Morning"
[previous post was "How Is Just The Start of The Explanation"]
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Setting: USS ANUBIS, Ensign Ya'Han's Quarters
Stardate: 30149.0630

The empty glass of orange juice sat on the table next to the crumb filled plate.  Although the specific breakfast that the Chief of Security had selected had been recommended to her many times before, Ya'Han had never actually tried it.  After a good night's rest the purple haired Ensign had decided to start the day with something new, challenging her own boundaries and limits, as simple as this one might have been.

Bagels with cream cheese along with a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice.  The simplicity of the meal appealed to the Chief of Security who did not enjoy things to be to overly elaborate.  This had been a result of her having been exposed to excessively complicated meals as the youngest daughter of the High Sovereign, meals with a long and detailed list of rules and steps to follow. Countless protocols and proper etiquette had to be followed to the letter each and every morning without fail to avoid summoning her father's wrath.

Just being able to sit alone in the comfort of her quarters and enjoy breakfast at her leisure had been a remarkable experience on its own.  No busy mess hall or rushed lines of people had elevated this experience to having been delightfully unique and far different from any of the other meals she had been able to scrounge on whatever freighter she had boarded during her escape.

The decision of the meal itself though had proven to be something far beyond what she could have expected.  Although Ya'Han had to admit to herself that the selection she had made had been a uniquely tasty one, the Chief of Security had found the textures to be not so easily acceptable.

The particles that had been in her orange juice had made it very difficult for her to swallow, yet the purple haired woman had forced herself hoping that the experience would improve as the glass emptied.  The dry circular bread, which seemed to be missing a piece at it center, had reminded Ya'Han of something she had stolen from a crew member of an Orion freighter.  The white cream that had been spread on the bagel had been the most difficult part of this meal to accept.  The reason for this had been that the Chief of Security kept on expecting the white mass to start moving on its own as it closely resembled a special Ferengi dish, one that her own father enjoyed very much.

Never having been one to back away from something, especially once it had been started, Ya'Han forced herself to finish her breakfast making a mental note to cross that specific selection from her possible choices.  With the ordeal now done and over with, the Chief of Security decided to head to the gym for a quick workout before reporting for her bridge duty.

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Setting: USS ANUBIS, Crew Gymnasium
Stardate: 30149.0700

Dressed in her workout slacks, the black haired Chief of Security stepped into the room and immediately stopped.  The room had been larger than many of the ships she had boarded to escape from Ferengi controlled space, the mirrors present on the walls only serving to make the room appear even larger.  Training equipment filled one side of the room while the other has been set with various mats to offer space for various other types of training, including hand-to-hand.

Although very much attracted by the possibility to test her combat skills with other members of the crew, some of whom were members of her department, the Chief of Security decided to instead sit at one of the machines.  From there she would be able to warm up and observe the other crewman as they showed off their expertise.

Ya'Han could not help but recall a similar scene while attending Starfleet Academy, her first few lessons in hand-to-hand combat having been learnt with a fair deal of pain and discomfort.  Still the Chief of Security had been pleased to see those of her department always returning to their feet to see if they could better their previous performance.

The black haired woman debated for a lengthy moment as to whether or not she would actually join in on the activity.  As the Chief of Security her training in that specific field had been extensive, but she feared that she might be looked upon as a show off through her victories.  Worst would be if she actually lost to any of those under her immediate command, insuring that she would lose their respect instantly.

So far her decisions had not proven to be the best on this day, another aspect of this situation that held the woman back from doing as she had wanted to do most.  When Ya'Han noticed one of the mats being vacated from its earlier occupants, the Chief of Security decided to move and claim it as her own.  The decision as to whether she would participate in a friendly bout of hand-to-hand combat would be left to someone else, thus removing the decision making from her shoulders.

The black haired woman had been down on the mat stretching her back, arms and legs when she heard a familiar voice coming from behind her.

"Alright Ensign Ya'Han, let's see what it is that you are capable of."

The words carried an unmistakable challenging tone insuring that the Chief of Security would not be able to simply walk away.  Slowly she returned to her feet before fixing her workout attirement, it was only after this that the black haired woman turned to face the person who had so openly challenged her.

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Hanali Han

Ensign Ya'Han
Chief of Security / Chief Tactical Officer
USS ANUBIS, NCC-18501