FRESH START FEVER

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[attr="class","vpostbg"]Lazily he brushed the night before from his eyes as he propped himself up in bed. Looking to his left he gritted his teeth and rolled his eyes - somehow a neural officer had found his way into Sam's bed yet again. This was becoming horribly common and he couldn't shake the feeling that the two were spending too much time together. People would talk and while Sam didn't usually care for rumours, one involving a 'common hookup' were not going to help him finding a drift partner. So he only took a moment to decide that he was going to avoid the man in his bed and find a new outlet for his anger. Fighting.

Since the death of his brother, Matthew, Pride Rock had been grounded as well as her remaining pilot. Sam hadn't minded at first, all the attention had been on him as the tragic survivor of a horrific attack. But then people moved on and the attention was lost and he had to spend his days wandering the shatterdome until they found him a drift partner. They had tried, but no matches. No one could get along with him for more than a few hours - except his team, they could do a day at best.

Grabbing a vest top and baggy trousers he padded his bare feet out of his room and down the corridor. He was heading to the combat room. Though it was mostly used for finding drift partners, sometimes people would go down there to get out frustration and fight each other. The condition was that no one drew blood and no fights left the room and continued in work. Which were fair enough rules, especially on a dome that held so many people, it was nice to let off some steam with someone you might never see again.

Stepping into the combat room, Sam look around as a man was thrown onto his back and declared the loser. He smirked as the man gingerly got to his feet and shook hands with the woman he had been fighting. Sam had learnt a long time ago to never underestimate women in the fight against the kaiju, they were the bravest and the fiercest at protecting their homes. They made amazing pilots and were rarely faulted. Plus they looked amazing in their uniforms.

Sam watched as another man took to the floor and five minutes later was dumped on his ass. He couldn't help but smile as the woman bowed to the man and sent him on his way. She was on fire, and he was not about to let himself get burnt.