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Mm, my hand to hand certainly needs work. I've grown rusty and always wanted to learn a less brutal art. Something along the lines of aikido?

[ Her ability with a gun is about as good as it will ever get, and she fights well with her staff if need be. The military would've run through some basics of Krav Maga, but she's more interested in the more pacifistic ways of diverting one's energy and incapacitating as low-impact as possible. ]

I could show you some CQC though it more closely resembles Judo. I do know some Aikido from my time in the JSDF.

[And CQC can be pretty brutal. The person will come out alive but there's definitely the chance for broken bones there.]

That would be lovely; thank you for the kind offer!

Will it be irresponsible to say I'll trust your judgment? I'm always willing to try techniques out, and if I feel it doesn't work out or you think I'm too terrible to continue lessons, we can communicate and work from there if you're amenable to the time spent on me! I'll have to figure out a way to repay you.

[ SHE'LL BE GENTLE...... (That completely defeats the purpose, likely.) Whether it comes in the form of favorite foods she can cook up, or medical favors, or just plain bargaining chips like a good rub after pulling something or alcohol!! She's a generous sort and will be all about paying him back. ]

When would you like me to come by?

You don't owe me any debts. I've been an instructor for seventeen years. I would hope my judgement would be adequate at this point.

[Sometimes he has confidence in it, and then sometimes after arguing with particular individuals that confidence goes right out the window.]

Just let me know when you're going over and I'll meet you in the training sim.

Then I'll place myself in your considerably skilled hands.

[ It's spoken fondly, smile warm in her voice for the kind stranger over the network whose taken her on as a burden to train. Her appreciation is laden in her tone and she'll be sure to make it clear once they meet, as well. Angela has never been anything if not courteous. The second rationing is over and done with, here on the ship, she'll whip up something for him. Whether it be food or baked goods or even something as simple as a good thick cup of European sipping chocolate. ]

In about an hour, then? Once my shift is over. Anything you'd prefer I bring? Workout clothes? Existing weapons?

I appreciate the flattery.

Existing weapons and workout clothes. I'm going to run you ragged, if you can take it.

[He believes in pushing limits. If he hadn't pushed his own, he would have died out there in Afghanistan. No serious student of his gets slack. But he will absolutely tell people when they did a good job.]

You wouldn't be the first man to say that to me; we'll just see if you're the first to live up to the promise.

[ OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhh!! (No she is 100% fine with being pushed believe u her.) Angie is more than willing to put in the work if it's something she's even physically capable of doing, so the fact that he's upfront and laying down the law ahead of time already earns her respect.

A beat, and then you can hear the gasp and sound of her muffling it behind a hand that flies up: ]

I'm so sorry! I've been giving you a hard time and I never even introduced myself. I'm Dr. Angela Ziegler. Blonde ponytail; you won't miss me.

Just don't complain if you're sore later.

[Ten years too late for that sort of line, he's not the man that would follow through with being that crass like he used to be. But he's in good enough spirits at the idea of training people again that he can venture being a little bit cheeky.]

[He shows up in the training room as promised. He's not wearing his overcoat, and has his uniform sleeves rolled up. One arm, obviously real. The other odd and partially transparent. A phantom of a limb, reflected in a strange prosthetic. Strangely enough, this time he's decided to keep on his gloves.]

I'll just let you know on a scale of one to ten for the ego boost. I'll see you there!

[ Playfulness comes easily to a woman brought up in the military, always surrounded by gruff men looking to fluster her; she'd learned early on to play around and fire back as good as she got it, and her wit's only sharpened as she nears 40. Practice makes perfect, after all. She has the distinct feeling they'll get along just fine. Which is reassuring, of course, considering what sort of journey they're about to embark on— an arrangement where tensions can easily rise if either of them grow too haughty and sore. She's seen it countless times.

Angie's only a couple minutes late when she comes trotting up, blonde ponytail bouncing with her just as she'd promised and staff tucked under her arm, handgun in its holster over her shoulder and bag with her workout clothes partially covering it. Her expression is bright as she smiles up at him, tilting her head just enough to silently inquire if he's who she should be meeting. He looked like the user icon on the MID, but she's already met the man Ahab and someone else who could pass as his twin if he'd put on an eyepatch, so it's difficult to truly say from such a small image.

The ease at which she takes him in without her eyes leaving his face is one that can only be attributed to medical tact. Her peripheral is enough to match what she'd seen on approach, the opacity of his arm and the way he holds himself, the way he dresses. Good posture, strong; he's spent a good portion of his life in the military. The man had mentioned the JSDF before and she could see it in him. He doesn't look like a man missing a limb even if it's clear to her he has a prosthetic. ]

Hello! Are you my date?

[The idea of offering proper handshakes is something that's more novel than he wants to admit. He extends that right, false, gloved hand towards her in greeting. Small pleasures, he guesses. Things that he didn't realize were so easy until they were taken away.]

That would be me. Kazuhira Miller.

[He's not got much of a limp today, fortunately. It means he'll be able to keep up rather than have to sideline himself and use the simulator to take on most of the direct work. But sometimes the pains interfere more than he can really adapt to.]

The computer can generate opponents of varying skill so I'd like to see what your level is before we start anything. Judging from what you were saying you were already well-experienced.

[And then he goes over to the console, ignoring the contents of the currently gridded room.]

[ Hey, she's left-handed; she wouldn't have minded either way. When he offers his prosthetic hand, however, she'll take it in both of hers, one to shake and the other to cover the back in a little gesture of appreciation as her smile warms into something less playful. ]

It's a pleasure to meet you then, Mr. Miller; I do truly appreciate you taking the time to consider me. I'll be honest with you, I didn't bring everything. I have a swift-response suit in my room but it likely isn't too pertinent. It has wings and gives me more mobility with some light plating. If you'd like to see that as well I could bring it another time, perhaps, but the only difference is flexibility in the air.

[ Luckily for him, she has her staff on-hand and she can spritz him with some healing goodness if he hurts himself; it wouldn't be 100%, but it will help. The nanites contained in it were her hard little workers and they had anesthetic properties. There is a certain sort of stiffness ever-present in one's movements when they had prosthetics, and she pinpoints his leg in the few steps he takes and will remind herself to keep an eye on him. He moves well with it and they seem to work for him, but without knowing how thoroughly they're secured or embedded, she'll try to avoid knocking into him too roughly. ]

I'm not exactly active duty, but I've kept up well enough, I can hope. I'll leave it to you to decide where I fall and where to begin. I only hope you'll forgive me if I embarrass myself!

[ Angie follows him dutifully, taking her staff in hand and settling the base on the floor when they come to a stop. It's a bit taller than she is with a bulkier tip, three plates made to hinge and open to release a stream of nanites when triggered. Once they're inside she wastes no time in setting her things aside tidily and stripping off her uniform top to reveal her sport bra beneath, then her pants off over her shoes to reveal yoga capris beneath, uniformed folded and tucked into the bag she'd brought along. She's efficient and she won't waste his time. ]

You won't embarrass yourself. [Even if she were untrained, he always makes a point to commend people on their good work. On his best days he drives ruthlessly, but he pats on the back, tells people they did a good job. There's no embarrassment unless someone doesn't try at all.]

[He's thankfully a sturdy guy, and oddly enough so are the prosthetics. The problem (and bonus) is that they can feel, making it very unpleasant if they take abuse; about the same as a normal arm and leg. And the phantom pains still exist. He works through it to the best of his ability; obsessing in work helps.]

Alright. Let me generate a random soldier with average abilities, Israeli, Krav Maga capable... [He mutters as he goes to the generator.] And armed so let's see where you currently stand.

[It's only a few seconds before an image flickers to life, a soldier from the mid eighties, wielding a knife as he lunges at her. Medium mode, really, to give him some idea of what she can do.]

I'll cross my fingers just in case.

[ He says this with such conviction, and yet the second he's describing her "partner", she's already straightening her posture in what could only be called hyper-alertness, blue eyes widening. ]

Oh, wait, with this setup— is there physical resistance or just a hologram? —Woo!

[ The generated opponent (looking so very, very dated) lunges at her and she does manage to dodge rather gracefully with a strong jump, shoulders twisting out of the way and right hand coming up to palm at the arm as if she could bat the thrust further away from her.

...Aaaaaaand she's going down. That would have been where her shoulders flexed with the twist and would have triggered the thrusters in her suit to shoot her a few feet up into the air, but she wasn't wearing that suit. She leaps back, twists, and goes right to the floor with a less graceful yelp. Once she hits the floor she'll drop her head in a moment of exasperation before she's rolling, using the momentum of it to get herself back on her feet with a quick turn to ascertain his location, eyes passing right over Mr. Miller to look for her simulated assailant. ]

Physical resistance. Also simulations are capable of injuring you. I'm a pretty good medic [he learned, ironically, to keep Big Boss from dying on him again. His medical stats rose to A+ ranks thanks to his efforts, but a lot of good that did.]

[He does thumb in the direction the guy went.]

You're smaller than he is, so be prepared to use his momentum against him. Don't meet him head on. Try to keep yourself to his sides. You're doing it. Keep going.

[She dodged pretty well. That's already good improvisation, even if she ended up on the floor.]

From the ground you can use your leg to kick an opponent backwards. [He's going to assume she knows these things, generally, but at the same time, it's more the level of calm voice he uses to maintain an air of control. A feeling of steadyness. The words matter less than how they're delivered] When you go down keep yourself facing them. When you can, get one hand and one leg under you and hop up.

[ She doesn't answer until she's up off her feet again, a bit of a smile quirking her lips now that she's getting into it. The surprise of it had her acting purely on instinct, and instinct often dictated she was in her suit and could fly what limited definition she had of "flying". Once he thumbs off in the direction of her assailant, she reorients herself properly and gets a better feel for the room, moving easily to his instruction and doing as she's told.

Angela hadn't often had to deal with people one on one, especially unarmed. No staff for reach, no gun. ]

I have my staff here, so you won't need to worry about patching me up! I appreciate the knowledge though.

[ They'll come back to that bit after this guy. His tenure as an instructor shines through with his voice, the calm guidance he dishes out and even tone doing wonders to keep her calm even when thrown right into the thick of things. The man steps in with a thrust and she bats his arm away from her once more, drawing him further away from Kazuhira so as not to get him caught in the match. (Was that even possible? Who knows.) There's a quick followup and this time she gets a hand on his back to push him, palm landing solid at the center of his back to leave him stumbling instead of just shoving a shoulder. She keeps her center lowered with the slight bend of her knees, eyes tracking the man as close as possible when he rounds back on her.

She's more prepared for the next attack, a little quicker as she catches his thrusting arm to grab his wrist and twist it up behind him, pulling until his joint creaks and the tendons pull taut and painful over the ball of his shoulder and he releases the knife. Her weight drops down on the knee to his back, and.........

....then what?? She looks up to her instructor for guidance, a little surprised she got this far. ]

Should he go away if I've won?

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[Kaz turns off the simulation then, letting the man disappear. In this case, there was no real end until someone told it to turn off, but that's good enough.] Nice work. [He commends her.] I can see you're already pretty well practiced so you should be very quick about picking up anything.

And....

Your staff?

[His brow knits. Probably something he's going to have to hear about. He's not used to these things mentioned in relation to healing.]

[ The man disappears as does the shape she'd been kneeling on, but she catches herself before her other knee drops to the floor and moves to stand, dusting her leg off. Her smile is the epitome of an eyeroll, brows drawn up where they knit together and one corner of her lips quirked higher than the other. The typical "mom's telling me how nice I look for school pictures" exasperation, even as she gives him a tiny curtsey. ]

You're kind to say so, Mr. Miller. It's all right to say I'm rusty.

As for my staff, have you ever heard about nanobiology or nanotechnology? I was one of the leading physicians in the field back home. The long and short of it is that I have very tiny robots that can help heal others. There are older versions of the technology in my body and I heal on my own, though not as quickly as those my staff makes. And those ones break down and disappear after a few hours.

It is fairly instant, but the body can only handle so much before it rejects them. There are pros and cons. Needless to say, you won't need to worry about me being hurt for long.

[ She'll do a bit of stretching to limber up properly, now, since she'd been dumped right into the simulation without any work put in first. And she'll have a look around the training room. It seemed quite spacious. ]

I should think it goes to say if you ever need assistance, my technology and skills are yours.

And your performance was still good for being rusty. If I place someone under stress and they push through I'm going to tell them they did well with it, and I won't stop until they do well enough to deserve the compliment.

[Because what's the point in putting forth one's best effort at the time and then being told that they're no good? Absolutely none. He'll run people ragged if he can. But it's important.]

[Though his only reaction to the nanotech is behind his glasses. Knowing what he knows now, the idea does make him a little uneasy; no fault of her own. But Solid Snake warned him of how nanotech has been abused by PFs in the future, by the military lifestyles that commit them to war only, rivalries as a business to carry them through.]

[Realistically he knows this isn't the same thing, but it makes him apprehensive.]

In my particular case keep them in reserve unless I'm really badly injured. It's better to keep them in reserve to people that aren't as experienced, especially with how they're encouraging us to ration things.

[That's as good an excuse as any, and he's not quite ready to reject them entirely (which is a positive development considering he took so long to accept artificial limbs). But he does want to avoid a reliance on nanotechnology himself, especially after telling Big Boss that he shouldn't allow it into Outer Heaven at all.]

[Big Boss is his own level of stubborn compared to Venom Snake. Kazuhira doesn't lack his own level of determination, also, much to everyone's frustration.]

I'm pretty good at muscling through. I went ten days without my arm and leg waiting for rescue. Smaller injuries are nothing.

Then you're leagues above most who take up instructing others. I'll do my best to earn your time.

[ His viewpoints and way of going about his instruction were realistic and down to earth, and really, she's not certain she'd ever find his like again. Funny how this place was pulling all types together only for it to work out in strange little ways. Even if he gives no hint of his feelings about the nanotech, she's already aware of the stigma. Had been her entire career, working with them. It was why she'd doggedly protected the technology, patented it hellishly carefully and ensured that she designed it all with a short lifespan (so as not to walk off having been healed and study the mites to study later), to "melt" into organic material easily absorbed by the body, and to absolutely ensure her technology was only used for healing. No weaponizing, no abuse to keep soldiers going right back onto the field. Just enough markers to have the body reject it at a certain point, but still enough to stabilize fatal wounds.

The moment he (very gently, she notes) denies the offer, she will follow up just as easily. ]

Understood. I assure you my bare hands are just as capable; most things shouldn't come down to needing the nanites, but they are often quicker and cleaner depending on the severity of the wounds. I appreciate your forethought.

[ Her tone is kind; she's not offended or hurt by what she simply takes as apprehension due to that sort of a stigma. As it stood in her when, she and very few others used it solely to help, but so much dust had been kicked up over foreign technology in one's body for the military that the way she takes it— no matter how diplomatically he'd worded a polite turn-down for her— is exactly in that vein. She doesn't push, nor does she defend it. With his followup, though, her demeanor shifts. She had been a student soaking up his instruction, but she's bounced back into a doctor. Her eyes never drop to his arm or his leg at the mention; not out of pity or an attempt to hide her notice of them but to give him her full attention with the information. ]

I'd believe it; you struck me as a strong person to begin with. Ten days is a long time not to give up hope, and here you stand to share your knowledge and expertise with me.

[ She was a field medic. Angela knows better than anyone what sort of mental and emotional strain those sorts of situations put on someone who's lost a piece of themselves. Suffered through the atrocities of war and torture. It is no small accomplishment and her pride for this new acquaintance swells up in her, tinted her words just the slightest. Angie is a doctor and a researcher and a pacifist, but above all she's an optimist. She finds positivity and hope in the smallest and darkest places. Just as Kaz nurtures his students as an instructor, so too does she nurture her patients and her friends.

With her light stretching out of the way, she'll go to gather up her gun and her staff to hand to him. Gun first, which operated on energy rather than bullets. Lightweight and well-balanced. Then the staff, significantly heavier than it looked at first glance with the heavier head. The nanomite production technology encased into a compact design. So long as it remained functional and she remained able to use her hands to create a new one, she would never run out. It's a fairly infinite resource. ]

You were interested in my weapons?

[Miller, you wanna get up? You're embarrassing yourself.]

[Revolver Ocelot was right in some cases. As much as he hinges his strength on his ability to tolerate pain, in that slaver's outpost he had to hinge his rescue on a man that bothered to put him down even as he was scraping his way off the floor. She comments that he's strong, and even he's trying to claim he's strong there, but right now he's hyper aware of how weak he is.]

[Ocelot's right. He's not strong yet, but he'll get there. He has to be to get what he wants.]

[He doesn't respond to the compliment. Instead, buries the reaction in a very earnest evaluation of whatever's on his screen. He'll deal with it later. There's always later. On to business.] So, I can start with an akido oriented program. And CQC I can show you myself. Depends on how close you want to allow yourself to get to an enemy. CQC is effective but only really works when you're right up on someone. Akido is only slightly better.

So it might be a good idea to teach you some dodges and deflections against different fighting styles first so you can move in quick. Sound good?

[ Angie is no stranger to people avoiding compliments or hiding their reactions in other tasks; she recognizes it for what it is and only gives a quirk of a smile as she waits, watching him work at something on the MID. She'll set her staff and gun down beside him to observe later. ]

I would like to learn multiple ranges; deflecting mid-range, regular close-range, and I'm already fairly experienced with longer ranges, whether it's by staff or gun. I'd only learned a few disabling moves that allowed me to escape before and I'd like to expand that in any direction.

That sounds perfect; thank you. I'm ready when you are.

I'd actually like to see how you fought with your staff. [He does like seeing how other people handle their weapons. It's a pretty good hobby around here.]

Speaking of which, if you can get a stun weapon or a tranquilizing weapon, I hardily recommend them. We have an armory department.

[And once he's talking about those, that moment of sadness goes right out the window. Mild pride takes its place; he knows what he's good at.]

Alright. It's simple enough to throw an enemy off balance, like I showed you. Have you ever had to chokehold or knock out an opponent?

However you see fit to proceed.

[ At the mention of weapons, however, she seems a little hesitant; a stun weapon seemed a bit brutal, but a tranquilizer... ]

I suppose this is the part where I tell you I'd rather not hurt anyone more than necessary; I've been described as a "staunch pacifist" before and even if I laugh about it, it isn't too far from the truth. If any options exist before causing someone pain or disabling them, I will take it. A tranquilizing weapon may be a good compromise though. [ It's a silly thing for someone with a gun to admit, but it is her last resort. When things come down to life or death, and even then, she won't kill someone unless absolutely and desperately necessary. She'll seek to disable, shooting shoulders or hands, legs; nothing fatal, but enough to stop someone. His demeanor returns to something more comfortable and she eases in response to it, wondering if she hadn't said something wrong when she'd slid some praise his way.

It was clear he hadn't taken it too well, but all she could do is continue on normally and see how he responded. It isn't her place to pick at him when they've only just met, no matter how invested she may be as a doctor. Right now, he isn't her patient. ]

...Which would mean unfortunately, I've not had to place a chokehold on anyone. I have knocked a handful of people out with my staff or the butt of my gun, but...

[ By hand, without anesthesia involved? She only shakes her head and looks a little apologetic. ]

Then you're definitely going to want some form of stun weapon. Even if you knock someone unconscious immediately, it's going to hurt later. Sad thing that comes with fighting, even if you take someone down without killing them, you're briefly taking away their agency.

So at least consider the fact you're allowing them to live a pretty good gift. With no lasting damage outside of a sense of discomfort.

[But he doesn't sound judgmental. He'd rather leave people alive.] Try not to feel too guilty about it.

This isn't so bad. I'll render an opponent, give you a demonstration.

[He sets about doing that, starting up the program and putting another of the same sprites up. This time he positioned himself behind him, crept up, and yanked him down into a crouching chockhold.]

Okay come here. [He grunts.] So you can see exactly how tight I'm holding him.

That is fair enough. I'll look into them, then. [ It isn't acquiesced with much joy, but she'll incline her head respectfully and in thought. He certainly isn't wrong; all of his points are valid, brutal yet honest. With the latter bit of encouragement, however, she'll give him a lopsided little smile. ] I'll try not to let my bleeding heart get in the way then.

[ It's admitted with a laugh in her breath and she adopts the "insult" far too easily. He sets about rendering his opponent and she'll help insofar as keeping the man's attention on her when Miller sneaks up behind him and takes him down with ease, dragging the simulation right down into a crouch with his arms locked about his neck and shoulders. With the invitation she'll step up close and lean over, blue eyes wide as she takes in the technique, leaning over to peer at the man's neck. It's the easiest point to see the strain and where he places the most pressure between his bicep and brachioradialis muscles, pinching almost perfectly about his throat and carotid arteries. ]

It all depends on the opponent's size and your own muscle strength, of course, but how long should it usually last?

[ This poor simulation dude's probably wishing he had the chance to just stay in the 80s at the rate he's getting his ass handed to him. ]

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