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WHO: Lauri-Ell and You
WHERE: All Around
WHAT: A Day In The Life of a Security Woman
WHEN: Mid April
WARNINGS: small possibility of a structural collapse and getting trapped under it.

1. Queen of Fitness | Civics Center Fitness Rooms

Dawn. Lauri-Ell returns from her patrol routine to the specific place she always to be found in the early morning. The former soldier had been taking care to restore the fitness focused areas of the Civics Center in the past months, and the space definitely showed it now. The time on Coruscant had been helpful in fitting her place better to her tastes. Now instead of worked stone weights for training, she had a few sets of heavy, plasticized dumbbells for people to work with. Nothing compared to the massive wooden log, almost three feet thick and five feet in diameter that she had worked into a shape meant for lifting the edge and flipping for core training, but they were useful anyway. And while there weren't workout machines, she had managed to weave ropes into grids for agility training, long ropes for resistance, and she'd even started the process of building an obstacle course. There were plenty of options for fitness.

The pinnacle of her creation, though, was a room she had taken over off to one side of the main space. The whole floor had been covered with sand hauled all the way from the beach, carefully run through a mesh sieve to keep the larger particles out of. The whole place had been worked down into a nice, relatively soft area for sparring, and there was even a few bags of sand hang from the ceiling for punching. Now if only she could figure out how to make proper mats instead for her sparring space.

Anyone entering would be met with Lauri-Ell there, smiling widely and waving at them.

"Welcome. Do you wish to work out? Spar? I would love to provide assistance."

Billy had said she should find something she wanted to do, wanted to be. And protecting others in every way she can come up with had won out.

2. A Glownie In Need Is A Glownie Indeed | Area of Pink 4

Part of life for Lauri-Ell had always been patrolling Temba. Part of it had come from the fact that, when she had arrived, she had her future Emperor and his Prince-Consort to protect. The rest of it came down to the fact that she was a genetically engineered soldier, and she really just didn't know what to do with herself if she wasn't walking patrols. Which was what she was doing, fully clad in her Accuser armor, the Universal Weapon in hand, and one of the Agrii Security Point guns hanging from a strap at her side. Surely she was kitted out for battle.

What she was not expecting was the distressed noise she heard while walking toward the hangar, or how the noise grew louder and more distressed noises buried under some rubble of the less stable buildings in the area. And that's when she realized what she was hearing.

"A glownie!" the woman gasped, shocked and moving toward the rubble to try and get to where the source was. "I will save you little beast!"

3. Exploring The Ghost of the Past | Pink 25 - Transport Station

Lauri-Ell loved plants, there was no denying that. There was beauty in the fragility of a flower, there was strength in the twisting of a vine, and there was wonder in the wash of green. But here, this place, it was wrong. Lauri-Ell's patrols often led her through this part of the city, eyes watching out for dangerous creatures encroaching in. Today, though, the silence and overgrowth was too much. Too like what she had seen in that New York City where her sister had hidden her during the war. Like the beautiful structure of glass and metal that housed plants where a Cotati had taken a captive little girl named Kit.

It was wrong here. It hurt her to see.

With a sigh Lauri-Ell moved further into the overgrowth, working her way through it. She wanted to see what this structure was, and the plants did not seem to want to let her through.

"I am not your enemy," she told the plants around her. "I wish merely to explore and see what this place was. What it could be. Please, i do not wish to damage you."

They weren't likely to listen.

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Although he hadn't meant it quite that way, Raphael isn't going to correct it. It still more or less covers his personal opinion. He can't help but grin. While he's never fought someone with a massive hammer, he's fought off someone who's used a giant mace, so the principle isn't so different.

"Huh. Well, that makes sense." You got to figure out a lot about people by the way they fought. He's sure Master Splinter had taught something along those lines, and style and personality were quite apparent in the differences between Raphael and his brothers.

It could be fun, given time, to get to the point of fighting with weapons. To enjoy the rush of the fight. While she did not like the work of a soldier, while she did not wish to live by violence, she still knew it was important to have the skills so she can protect others.

"I will ask your understanding before we start," she said, stretching a little, to loosen her muscles. "I am unaware of how durable you are, or how fast. It is possible, perhaps likely, that you are fast enough to dodge what I might try and do to you. It is possible that you are not. In consideration of this I shall be, I think the phrase is, 'pulling my punches' at first. Just on force. I will still attempt to make contact. But a Kree can punch through thick concrete. It is an aspect of our different musculature and the gravity of my world. As I come to understand you better, I will act more aggressively. Is that acceptable to you from both of us?"

It's not something people usually take consideration of, so Raphael blinks as he processes what Lauri-Ell's saying. He laughs a little.

"I've taken hits from giant alien dinosaurs and my pal Slash, both who punch like buses and break concrete with a good stomp. Don't worry too much about me. -not to say I like getting hit," he decides to add, because tough as he is, getting hit by Triceratons or Slash hurts. "So yeah, if you wanna work out how much strength you feel comfortable using, that's fine."

Interesting. She is glad to hear she had fought strong people before.

"Ah good, I believe I should not harm you at full strength as easily as I would a human, and I will not be trying to tear you in half so that should be fine. I would still start with a gradual scaling up, as it is a proper way to work with another."

One never knows how a new planetary environment might alter their abilities, right? She smiles and slips into a ready stance, fists up before herself.

"Fist to fist? No holds or throws for now? I prefer to work up to wrestling."

Raphael grins. "I'm built tough. Definitely stronger than humans." It was partly in being a mutant, and partly because of being a turtle, although they weren't impervious. Raphael is easily the most sturdy of his brothers.

"Iiii think I would get pretty upset if you tried tearing me in half though. Anyway, yeah, let's do this."

He hopped into an at-ready stance, mirroring Lauri-Ell's own. "Fists, feet- yeah, let's hold off on throws and grapples."

"You look it," she agreed. "And you seemed it."

And that gives her pleasure. Most humans she would not begin to train with without assurances and working them to fitness. Lauri-Ell expected quite a bit of strength from raph and wanted to have fun with that. In fact, that was excitement in her eyes.

"You seem like you could do good throws. That your center of mass is good for it against me."

It's always easier to throw people larger than you, if you know how. And with that she moved forward, offering a few simple jabs at his head.

Beat. "It's 'cuz I'm short, huh." The delivery is blunt, but Raphael's never been particularly bothered about his height. There's no hesitation nor complaint once she suddenly starts at him, like a flipped switch he's already reacting, jerking his head to the side this way and that to avoid her fists, not allowing himself to be the first to move back.

Instead he maneuvers to the side, just so that he's out of her direct line of attack and able to start swinging with a few of his own punches.

"There is a difference between short and effective or not," Lauri-Ell answered. Her height meant a longer reach. But his smaller form meant better throws, perhaps greater speed.

And the speed is proven in the dodge, and makes her smile. Just twitching aside, not retreating. GOod. Confident. Exciting. Her longer arms and legs means it is quite easier for her to take the tiniest step aside and put herself out of easy length of his arms while she shifts to punch at his chest. Better to see now what that could take, if he lets them land.

No matter what size you are, if you don't know how to carry yourself in combat then you won't get very far. Raphael smirks when Lauri-Ell sidesteps. In his current position it doesn't make it easy to evade, not with his forward momentum working against him. He braces himself as he takes the hit, grunting at the impact, but he uses it to get propelled back just out of the woman's immediate range.

That's all the distance he allows as he digs his feet into the sand, angling himself forward again. It's a short distance and even more quickly crossed as Raphael proves turtles aren't all slow. He looks to swing high, feints and instead brings his other fist in from low and towards her torso.

Ah yes, speed. She approves. And would say so were it not for the whole fact that he is fast enough that his blow hits her. It doesn't really hurt but she is still pleased.

"Yes," she says as she takes a step back. "More force than that."

More force than that, she says. Raphael grins.

"Sure thing," he says, pushing off to come at her again. This time it's a leap into a jump-kick. He's not expecting an easy hit, but it's better getting into some kind of a fighting rhythm by allowing for reaction than to just keep pounding out the same beat.

The variation earns a smile from her and Lauri-Ell offers her own little display that she was more than she seemed. People as large as her shouldn't be so nimble. Sure she wasn't ultimately as fast as Raph was, and likely never would be, but she had set a deliberate pace. One she was just enough faster than in this moment to duck the kick. She rolled aside and once he landed she would be kicking toward him as well.

"You are very talented. You would be a good Kree."

It's not that he hadn't anticipated she could possibly move faster than one might think. Even Slash who's built like a dumptruck with spikes can move pretty quick in a pinch. Of course it boils down to how you apply that limited burst of speed. Splinter had drilled his boys to be quick but able to endure, as some fights could be decided in one strike, and others could be drawn out depending on whom their opponent was.

Thus it's a pleasant surprise that Raphael finds Lauri-Ell's avoided his attack, and in mid-air, it's not easy to reverse your movements. He has to follow through, but by the time she's swinging her kick at him he's prepared for some kind of retaliation, his arms already raising to block even though he's still twisting around to face her. The combination of his off-balance stance and the force of her kick is enough to knock him off his feet, his shell skidding on the sand once he crashes to the floor. Teeth grit, he kicks his feet up over his head to flip himself over and right-side up.

"Thanks, I think?"

The moment he slows to a stop he dashes forward anew. This time he stays on the ground, intent on keeping his hits within close quarters as he leads with a straight punch, keeping his left hand curled and ready.

"You are welcome," she says, and thing he's there, fist striking. These she doesn't dodge, to feel the force. Hes, better. Enough for a step back with a little wince. She is glad for it.

And with him close, she swings a hard blow toward his head.

He saves a follow-up punch in favor of focusing on evasion, which is only a quick jerk of his head to one side, the ragged ends of his bandanna whispering past her fist, still catching up with Raphael's movement. Slight a movement as it is, it's still easier to go with it, and so he's punching with his left in an uppercut, taking advantage while he's still within Lauri-Ell's guard.

If there was one thing Lauri-Ell knew, it was that she didn't want to take the uppercut. That could truly hurt. She had to sway back to avoid it, thereby leaving herself vulnerable to another strike. It was a trade she was willing to have.

It's an opening Raphael seizes immediately. He pulls both his arms back as he steps forward to keep the space between them from changing too much, as well as add more force into his following movement as he thrusts both hands forward towards her abdomen.

They were good punches, and she was briefly winded by the blows. Very good. Very, very good. She took a few quick steps backwards to try and give herself a chance to get her breath. Once she did she started punching at him as well, a bit faster. Let's see what he could dodge.

Raphael keeps on his toes, and once Lauri-Ell comes at him again, he moves in accordance. He keeps his own movements close, minimal, and if he can't fully dodge a punch he does his best to redirect it. Given the power she puts in her blows, the latter option doesn't always work, so he sticks to evasion and blocking as he can. A few punches slip past his guard, skimming his face, striking a shoulder.

He keeps on the defensive for a few more hits before he suddenly ducks to try getting around her, swinging a foot around to kick towards her side.

The longer they work, the happier she is if she's being honest. There is a rush in fighting another well trained combatant. Some of that of course came from the fact that her body was designed to receive positive endorphins for a good fight.

When he tucks behind her she's shocked. He moves so fast, so smooth, and she takes the kick to her side, falling back a step at the stronger blow. That was unexpected. And wonderful.

"Yes," she said, sounding slightly winded. "That was very good."

He'd returned back to the defensive but withdraws from continuing an assault to allow the Kree woman her space. "Still good to go?" he asks, grinning. It's been a while since he's had a good spar. The fight in the pit back in Coruscant against the lady in purple robes had been a nice change of pace, but neither of them had wanted to go as far as the crowd had egged them on. At least if you're sparring then you can set your own pace.

"Still good. I assure you, it will take more to stop me. This world's gravity is so weak, my muscles and bones are designed for far more."

Plus he hadn't even put in enough force to damage anything internally, not primary or secondary organ systems. She laughs, backing up a step.

"Harder! I must be trained to be fit. I will protect this place."

"I figured." Satisfied with that answer, Raphael bounces on his feet before charging forward again. He goes more for speed this time, and rather than trying to get around her for an opening he goes for a frontal assault, delivering quick punches not too unlike she had earlier.

"You're not the only one protecting this place and the people here," he reminds her as he swings.

So many blows, and she takes them, but not always easily. He's forcing her back and from her smile and the way her eyes are dancing, she loves it. Yes, it's nice to know he can and will do this.

"I'm glad," she laughed when she took another step back to try and sway back from the blow. It wasn't enough, and it strikes over her cheek, knocking her head aside.

Yes, that was good.

"I approve."

If not for the earlier hits she'd been taking, Raphael might have been a little concerned when his fist met her face. Pulling back would be an insult though, and given her words that follow, he'd guessed correctly as he keeps up his attack, twitching to one side or the other so that he won't be so predictable, waiting for whenever she might attempt a counterattack.