Distracted - OTA

[tele_military]

Jen didn’t need to train. She had rigorously stuck to her exercise routine while she had been gone from the camp. The only day she hadn’t worked out was the day of her father’s funeral. She needed to turn her mind off. She was tired of thinking about her father. She was tired of thinking about her mother crying on her shoulder. She was very tired

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[mechanic_mac]

Unlike most people, Mac worked off hangovers by swimming. It cleared her mind and perked her mood and then her brain chemistry realigned and she was good to go. Having spent an hour and a half swimming, Mac decided it was time she cleaned herself up and got her ass back over to pester Ethan and hopefully catch Pyro while he was conscious.

What caught her attention was a crash in the sparring room, and with her hair mostly dry, Mac wandered in with her towel around her shoulders, unconcerned with her wet shorts and t-shirt she'd pulled on over her bikini in the swimming area.

"Y'okay there?" She recognised the woman as Barq, one of Ethan's former subordinates that he'd requested back to join the team following Rictor's incident back when the team first arrived. But Mac hadn't realised she was back from her leave already.

[tele_military]

"I'm fine," Jen snapped instantly going on the defensive. Then she took a deep breath and tried to be calm. This woman hadn't done anything to her and she had just punched a bag into a wall.

"I lost control for a moment, but I'm fine."

[mechanic_mac]

Control was something Mac didn't really mind losing. Her power wasn't anything fantastically devastating, so a few random outbursts here and there didn't really hurt anyone. "It's cool, it happens."

Stepping into the room, Mac left wet foot prints as she padded over the floor. "I'm Mac, we didn't get to meet before you had to head off."

[tele_military]

Jen didn't think it was cool. The Army was all about control. She didn't like someone seeing her slip like that.

"Lt. Jennifer Barq." She would've offered her hand to shake but she still had the light gloves on and those made things awkward. "You're the mechanic correct?"

[mongrelverine]

Daken had been heading to the sparring room when he heard the sound of punches being slammed into a bag. Sounded like someone was not a happy camper. Leaning in the doorway, he was privy to the sight of the punching bag snapping and slamming into the wall under Jen's frenzied attack. He gave a low wolf whistle, impressed with Jen's skill. "Damn. Quite a right hook you got there."

Walking in, Daken walked over, feet making no noise as he approached Jen. He hadn't seen this member of team before, but that was hardly new. Daken kept to himself. "Uh oh. Someone's going to be in trouble. The top brass aren't too keen on people breaking their things around here."

[tele_military]

Jen looked over at the whistle, scowling at the young man who made the sound. She recognized him from the files she had. He was the one who had tried to killed Ric and caused more than enough trouble around camp. She was, understandably, wary about him.

"It's a minor repair," she said, "It won't cause a problem."

She suspected that Ethan would understand what happened and wouldn't even mention it to the General.

[mongrelverine]

Daken walked over to the bag, prodding it with a curious toe before sitting down on it as a makeshift chair. He resembled a panther, his posture both graceful and feral at the same time, even when at ease. He was already looking Jen over, trying to assess her personality.

There wasn't much going on in her face, making it difficult for him to get a read on her. "So what's your power? Super strength?"

[tele_military]

She kept her eyes on him. She wasn't foolish enough to turn her back on a predator.

"Yes." She wasn't lying. She could use her telekinesis to boost her punches, giving her momentary super strength. She was maybe bending the truth, but she believed it.