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– CFO - Lieutenant - Ire Williams - 1654)</span><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:#1D2228;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB"></span></p>
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<p class="ydp48b94b7dMsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif">Ire stepped into the holodeck.</span></p>
<p class="ydp48b94b7dMsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif">“Computer activate Klingon training scenario.”</span></p>
<p class="ydp48b94b7dMsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif">The room changed to an underground cavern with sand covered
floor and flaming braziers on the walls casting flickering light across the
room. He walked to the centre of the room, shook his arms and rolled his shoulder
as he prepared himself. He moved himself into the beginning stance of the Mok’bara,
took a deep breath and exhaled long to clear his mind. He moved into the first
move, breathing slowly as his body flowed from one movement to the other. Blocks
flowed into attacks, flowed into faints, flowed into side steeps as he moved
through the forms that he had been taught. <span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span></span></p>
<p class="ydp48b94b7dMsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif">He finally stood straight with his hands be his side as he
took a deep breath and exhaled. He nodded to himself happy with his routine but
noted a couple of places where he needed to tweak.</span></p>
<p class="ydp48b94b7dMsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif">“Computer one bat’leth and a Klingon opponent armed with a
bat’leth.”</span></p>
<p class="ydp48b94b7dMsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif">The bat’leth appraised by his side and a large Klingon male
in full battle armour holding a bat’leth at the ready appeared inform of him.
He grinned as he picked up the Bat’leth and gave it a practice swing. He was
more of a knife fighter rather then something as big as a Bat’leth but if he
was going with Ravok to a Klingon bat’leth competition he was sure that with
the amount of drinking that Klingons do when they all get together that he
would need to be ready for anything. He would make sure that he would take the
knife that Merek had make for him. Having a back up weapon would not be a bad
idea. He hoped he would remember enough of his bat’leth lessons when he was
younger not to get himself injured or worse.</span></p>
<p class="ydp48b94b7dMsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif">“Computer begin.”</span></p>
<p class="ydp48b94b7dMsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif">He swung the bat’leth into a ready guard stance as the
Klingon charged with a below of rage.</span></p>
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