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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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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.

Yes, counterattack, that needed to happen. And Lauri-Ell decided to step up the strike a bit. This time she puts her hands together as a hammer and swings them starting low and rising up to strike his chest. She hopes it isn't too hard.

Honestly Raphael was waiting to see if she'd start putting more 'oomph' into her own attacks after prompting him to do the same. It's hard to do a double-handed maneuver like that without some ample warning so long as you're looking for it, but even then Lauri-Ell's pretty fast. Timed with him still moving with a punch, it makes it difficult to fully evade.

Her fists smack soundly against his plastron, thankfully tough enough not to produce any fresh chips like the jagged one he'd gotten as a baby mutant. He goes flying back a few feet, crashing onto his shell, sand flying. Coughing, he's already forcing himself upright, grinning despite a wince. "Oho...now we're talking."

Oh no. Lauri-Ell looked momentarily distressed at that. The woman stepped forward, looking concerned.

"Are you certain you are not unduly hurt?"

Because she absolutely wanted to make sure she was not injuring a fellow for nothing.

Raphael waves a hand at her as he gets back up, dusting himself off. "Sure I'm sure," he says as he rolls his neck. "We still goin'? It's more tiring if we keep with the stop-and-go like this, then we just reset all the time."

"We are still going. Perhaps we should have a word, for when we feel overpressed or injured, to call a stop," she suggests.

A safeword, if one would.

The turtle gives her an odd look, even as he slides back into an at-ready stance. "Why?" he asks, moving in to get things rolling again. "It's just us. If it's too much, we should just say so."

"I worry," she answers. "But if you feel it is not needed, then I will agree. It just seems quicker."

A single word is better than a lot of words. But she sets into a ready stance again.