Kole was barely a few minutes into his relaxing bath when the announcement over the public system blared out:<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic">In ten minutes I expect the </span><span style="font-weight: bold">entire</span><span style="font-style: italic"> crew to be in the training room for some important exercises!<br/> Don't be late, or you may find yourself taking the place of a training robot!</span></div><br/><br/>It hadn't taken him long to enter a dazed state. Way to burst his bubble bath brusquely, Captain! He blinked across the steamy room, powder blue eyes pondering the purpose of existence. If one could not enjoy even a few minutes of relaxation and quiet in exchange for hard and satisfying work, why exist at all. Couldn't the Captain wait maybe an hour, at least? Enough time for everyone to have digested their food? With the pending group training exercise so soon after a meal, he could picture now a few of the crew members throwing up their lunch should someone or something strike them at the gut unexpectedly or when they were least prepared for it.<br/><br/>"Yaarrggh! This better be important, ya, Cap'ain, else I may, uh... char tonight's barbee-Q, or somethin'. Urgh. Maybe I oughtta sprinkle in some sleepy herbs next time."<br/><br/>The pumice stone remarkably remained balanced on his head, but he tilted enough to give it a nudge. It slipped off and dove into the soapy waters with a<span style="font-style: italic">plop</span>before floating back to the surface. Yes, these porous stones are the only rocks that could float on water rather than sink, and he recalled the time he snuck these secretly on board during a stopover on the volcanic planet Bryaclia.<br/><br/>But, there were no more seconds to be wasted. He had to finish up, all scrubbed and neatly uniformed in his hand-to-hand gear knowing full well that this particular training exercise requiring the entire crew cannot be anything else but the type of fighting he dreaded the most -- close-quarter combat. He was willing to be surprised, though. With a minute to spare, Kjoljandr Minestrom arrived at the training room with his sleek blonde hair combed back, his cheeks ruddy, and his entirety smelling of Viking Spring. At least no one would complain if he manages to headlock someone unto his armpit.<br/><br/>The tall cook stood at attention, rubbing his tummy as a subtle hint reminding the Captain that he, along with the rest of the crew, had just eaten. So nothing strenuous or vigorous, hopefully! But perplexedly seeing Ragna there already sweaty and bruised made him think otherwise...