In the morning, we awoke in delightful bliss and spent another hour enjoying ourselves before we slid out of bed, dressing for the day. Emmaline borrowed some of my clothes from when I was a bit younger, and it suited her slimmer form. Over breakfast we conversed on our time on Moldar and the funny intricacies of the crew on the Caledonia, joking to one another and smiling far too much for two people just days away from fighting the forces of chaos. Even after our passionate night, we were taken with one another. In fact the night had enhanced it, and we were still so new to one another it felt fresh with possibilities. I knew we were walking down a potentially dangerous path of fraternization, but at the moment my worries had fled as we ate together and shared another kiss. 

I let her go until lunch, as I needed to organize my documents and see Urien on matters of landing on Danubis, not to mention of if we were still on schedule to arrive within less than two days. Where Emmaline went, I did not know. But she was set to rendezvous with me at the shooting range at the Caledonia's "noon" time for training.  

Once we found one another, I had her do an hour of target practice. Despite her victory over me during our wager, I decided not to trust her to blow into the ear of a chaos cultist and felt she needed to learn the ins and outs of the various firearms present. Luckily, she did not harm her shoulder as we both acknowledged she could use the scattergun well enough. 

After lunch, we took an hour walking around the ship and spoke to the astropath Caiphon for a brief interval before we arrived at the gym, full of food but with time to digest. We both went into the locker room, changing into our attire. We both wore appropriate sparring trousers, and as I donned a tight shirt that hugged my broad chest, Emmaline donned a workout top that exposed her midriff but kept herself wrapped for whatever exercise we were about to endure. 

"Close combat training." I told her by way of a more professional introduction. "I don't know what we'll see once we reach Danubis, and it's very likely we will not merely be fighting just men. If you are unarmed and come face to face with some horror, it's better for you to run if your psychic skills are ineffective. However, if a man assaults you or attempts to grab you, this training should come in use. You won't learn everything before we get there. We'll perfect your firearms and close combat training on our way to Pacitus, but for now here is a crash course." 

I showed her where to plant her feet, how to square her shoulders, and the proper way to throw a punch. To pivot your back foot and twist your hip and shoulder toward your target as you launch your fist, the fist itself closing all four fingers and your thumb locking over the end of your middle finger to avoid as much injury as possible. I stepped back and let her square up to the punching bag, crossing my arms. 

"Try it a few times."