[Right][b]Ban Kingo[/b]
 Everyone mourns in their own fashion [/right]

After being bundled into the medical room, and given a full go.over by the medical team. Ban had been slathered in ointments and unguents and other alchemical stuff, before covered in bandages.  There would be a round of skin grafts that would quickly be adhered and covered in a special concoction before they left on the next operation. He'd be fit for duty atleast.

For now Ban is in the gym, off in one corner going through the movements of a kata. For all intents seemingly in his own world.

But that doesn't stop him from sensing the approach of three men. After he completes the series of motions, is when he turns to them. Three men, two veterans. And the third a younger man looking a little put of place. Ban bows to them "Conner-san, York-sama." These two men were middle ground soldier when Ban was last here, and were two of his usual sparring partners. He looks at rhe third then back at Conner and York, "John-San?" York swallowed heavily, "Dead." Ban started then stepped closer, "Where? When?" Conner coughs  "New Zealand, he and five more took a rear guard position on our way out. His teammates said they were set upon by Artemis hard suits. He used your teachings. Used his combat knife to gouge out three of them.before another caught him with an assault cannon. Tore him apart." 

Ban takes in a slow fluttering breathe, "Just another reason to hurt them. And who is this?" He looks at the young man. He looks him over getting up close to the young man and performing an iconic Yakuza gesture looking the young man over getting right into his personal space without actually touching him. While doing this Conner grabs some shinai training swords off the wall. York grins, "Nrw kid His name is Ulric Fletcher. Good with a gun. But..." Ban hums and turns catching one of the shinai out of the air as Conner tosses it to him. Ban skips back a few meters. Swinging the practice sword through the air to get used to the weight. He grins, "Yes, better to learn first with a shinai before learning with a boken." Fletcher oofs as one of the blades is thrust into his hands and York and Conner spread out. Fletcher gulps seeing the experienced stances York and Conner assume. While Ban slides the shinai down at his hip, an iai stance, draw fighting. Connor barks , "A hit put you out of the round, first team to 10?" Ban grins, "Yosh. We'll start slow."

Everyone mourns somehow. While York and Conner can see Ban hurts, they two have lost. Fletcher gulps then leaps forward, but never lands as Ban's sword leaps from his hip.

He'd wake a few minutes later to Conner leaning over him, "Good try kid. Come round two in a second."

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[Center][i]Jamie[/i]
Time to decompress, time to think[/center]

Jamie is out in the yard. Sitting cross legged, communing with Nature one would say. It was strange being back with Raven he'd done his time and should be off roster. Only called back if a team really needed filling out. But then here he is. 

Ah well it is what it is.

Reaching down he picks up the Jade bowl pipe he carved himself and began to pack it with tobacco.  Been abit, and the base could use a blessing. Never hurts in the slightest.

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[b][i]Freya[/i][/b]
Really ready? Truly okay?

The physiotherapist watched as Freya ran through a gamut of exercises. They needed to prove she's ready and fit to resume active combat duty. And that means these tests and exercises. Emphasis on if she has fair movement of her shoulder.

By all evidence she's ready. But as she picks up a shot put all those watching know these are make or break moments.

And she puts the bug weighted piece of rubber and lead through a weight machine on the far side of the gym. Freya rolls her shoulder ,"Oops...on my dollar again." She crows.

Yes she's ready.

But first time to see how everyone else is doing.