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Devers was in what passed for a gym on the Anderson. It had enough to keep him occupied at least. He was working up a good sweat and losing himself in pumping iron. His muscles welcomed the workout with each rep. Having scared the crew away with his workout, he enjoyed the silence.
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Standing up from the bench, he wiped the sweat from his brow, and moved over to the heavy bag. As he worked over the bag, each blow releasing something buried deep inside him. And there was a lot there.
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His mind drifted to his year in the mirror universe on the Rhyne. It was shortly after Captain Gregory had been incapacitated, and one might have thought they were doomed. Especially when the light cruiser came on the Rhyne. Totally random, what was the coincidence.
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While the acting Captain was busy bluffing his ass off, the Chief led a strike force over to the other ship, with the goal to take out the engines and communications. The Cruiser was an older ship, so didn't have the same sensor coverage that the Rhyne had.
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Entering above engineering, Taylor quickly planted the explosives to take out the warp core. As Devers was leading them out to the extraction point, they came across a security detail. Surprisingly, Devers saw one of his classmates, Surzil, there with a feral look in his eyes. The security detail pulled knives and the fight ensued. They lost a man they couldn't lose. The Rhyne was dangerously understaffed.
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Devers eventually faced off against his one-time friend. It took all Devers skill to block the knife. Somewhere Surzil had upped his knife fighting. As Devers went to block with his baton, he felt the transporter grab him. He disappeared as Surzil lunged.
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Appearing on the transport pad, the knife dropped to the floor. As Taylor's handiwork took out the cruiser, Devers felt the ship go to warp.
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The crash shook him out of his dream. Looking around, the heavy bag was on the ground, ripped from the chains that held it up.
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