Ragna finished her tea as the Captain shifted her attention to Ber and then rose.<br/><br/>"By you leave, Captain," she said, "I am feeling rather frustrated, and have decided to train some more. If you receive any messages please send for me in the training room." She bid farewell to the others at the table then re-opened her handheld computer as she exited the hall. Frustration was an understatement. Ragna hated to fail and now she felt anger at herself for making the crew suffer. Though she felt above much of the Norse way of life, she could not deny that urge for violence when frustrated. As a peacekeeper and a negotiator, Ragna largely denied that part of herself in order to keep the peace. But Ragna could have very well messed it all up the other day. At such a time, training felt prudent.<br/><br/>The door to the training room slid open and Ragna closed her computer. A few crew members populated the space but as it was the end of the lunch hour people were returning to their duties or slipping off to take naps. Ragna felt too anxious to do either.<br/><br/>Not wanting to interrupt the ones already sparring, Ragna opted to battle a droid. She perused the list of fighting disks available and picked the one for the Corenan. Weighing the disk in her hand, she carried it over to a droid and inserted it in the back. The droid then came to life and it's arms separated into two sets. Ragna cracked her neck and dropped into a martial arts stance.<br/><br/>"Let's get started," she said and then issued the command "Commence Battle!"<br/><br/>The droid sprang forward with impressive speed. Ragna stepped into the lunge, dodging a swipe from the droid and hammering her elbow into the space between the arm appendages. The droid spun around and a fist connected to her stomach. She stumbled back and the droid lunged again, even faster than the last. In terms of reflexes, as a grappler, Ragna was one of the fastest on the ship. She had to be in order to over power the crew members, like Alfhild, who were twice her size. But Corenans were fast as well. And they were not usually hostile but their quick tempers made it easy to start a brawl with one.<br/><br/>Ragna launched the droid over her head and onto the mat.  It twisted to it's feet again and rose with one of the four arms hanging limp. The droid registered a hit to the Corenan's nerves. Ragna cracked her knuckles.<br/><br/>It took Ragna twenty minutes to disable three of the four arms. Twenty minutes of straight combat when a fight was usually truly over in seconds. Sweat drenched her Valdoonian uniform and her pink hair clung to her face. The robot, which could not feel exhaustion, paused briefly to measure her vitals. The adrenaline of the fight had already worn off, and Ragna's body felt heavy as boulders. She could practically feel the bruises turning blue on her ribs and stomach and a stinging welt across the back of the neck would have made a nice new scar if the droid had been the real thing. Still, she must have passed the assessment because the droid lunged at her again. She dodged him a few times, feeling each dodge a little harder to pull off. Then finally, Ragna saw her chance and grasped the arm as it lunged and buried her fist into the socket. If it were a Corenan she would have heard the crunch as she dislocated the arm, as it were, her hand merely collided with foam, and the arm fell limp. The Corenan droid was rendered unable to continue fighting.<br/><br/>"Training session complete," she told the droid and it reset, ejecting the disk in the process. Ragna took the disk, returned it to the shelf, then sat with her back against the wall as she chugged from a container of water. She rubbed the welt on her neck and it burned to the touch of her fingers. It would also bruise.<br/><br/>The Norse woman sighed, feeling a mixture of emotions.<br/>"I hope we can fix this without fighting..." she muttered to her water.