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Who: Keith, Everyone
Broadcast: No
Action: Open, on the Marsiva
When: After the second half of calibrations starts with the glitches and other things.

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[Keith was exhausted. On top of calibrations in general, he was worried about what was going on with Shiro... the coma, the disappearance. Was he still in the fleet? Keith couldn't be sure. He kept checking the now empty room to see if his friend and brother had returned... but nothing.

Now, the glitches were starting again. He recognized one of the panels from the sketch in his notebook from last time. He didn't have anything with him to write on the first time, so he made a note in his book to go looking for it again the next morning in case he forgot, and then left the book in a conspicuous place. It had been enough to get his attention the next morning and read his note to himself.

Panels...

So, he could be found poking at them. Anyone with a pilot augment would see that he was scrolling through information, that there was new information, and that he was writing it down. Anyone without a pilot augment would see that he was writing things down, but not where he was getting the information.

And then there was that presence again... the strange energy he had written about last time. He wrote down what he could about that, too.

He could found poking at panels, writing and sketching in his notebook, working out at the gym, or pacing around near Shiro's empty room. Sometimes, he might be in the kitchen raiding the fridge or something.]

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You have no idea. If it had been anyone else, I probably would have been in that detention center for a while after pulling a stunt like that. I definitely wouldn't have been in the Garrison.

[Keith was feeling a bit calmer now, though. It showed. His posture wasn't quite as tense anymore, and he didn't look as stressed.]

He seems to have a great faith in people without being unrealistically optimistic. He has seen potential in so many. I'm glad that you told me about this.

[He's glad the combination of the brief exercise and talking had helped]

[Keith nodded, a somewhat nostalgic smile on his face.]

Things would have been a lot different for me if it hadn't been for him. I didn't handle losing my dad very well. He got me back on the right path.

Good. I am glad to hear that. Everyone needs someone in their life to help be a guiding force when they need it.

[Keith nodded.]

Yeah. I owe him a lot.

[He was definitely seemed a lot calmer now.]

Thanks for this.

I'm glad it has helped. Sometimes just moving and talking things out help.

[He gives Keith a faint smile]

Do you still need to punch it some more?

[Keith snorted a bit, but shook his head.]

No... not right now.

[He glanced at Ulaz.]

You want a turn?

[Ulaz studied the punching bag that he was no longer holding]

Yes, I think that might be good.

[Keith nodded, and braced himself to hold the bag. He knew how hard a Blade could hit. Once he was settled, he nodded that he was ready.]

[Ulaz waited until Keith gave the signal that he was ready before he began to punch the bag in earnest. He did pull some of his punches so it wasn't as rough as it would have been, but it was still harder than Keith had hit]

[Keith took it well enough. He might not have been as strong as some of the Blades, but he had the stamina and endurance to take the hits. The strength thing was something he'd been working on, though... which was why he'd filled out as much as he had across his shoulders and chest during the time in the abyss.

To his credit, he didn't grunt, and he also didn't get pushed back all that far, either.]

[Ulaz was certainly impressed with how well Keith was holding his own when having to hold a punching bag being hit by a full-blooded and trained Galra. It was not something that most non-Galra can do even if Ulaz was pulling his punches enough to not give the punching bag enough strength to hit Keith in return.

After about the same amount of time Keith spent on the punching bag, he stopped]

Thank you.

[Holding the bag for Ulaz ended up being a pretty decent workout in the end, and Keith nodded at the thanks.]

Sure thing. Seems we both needed it.

[Then it worked out for Keith to hold the punching bag as well. A little extra workout from holding onto it]

It seems so. I think we have gotten enough of a workout from this. Do we want to continue?

[Keith considered it for a moment and then shrugged.]

I'm up for it if you are, but I think the main reason I wanted to be here in the first place has been pretty handled.

[For now.]

Then I suppose we can reconvene if we need to let off more steam. Does that work?

Yeah. [Keith nodded.] That works. Thanks.

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