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Post by Sheri on Oct 24, 2021 12:10:58 GMT -5
Sheri had been very happy to find out that the Capsule Corporation did, in fact, offer the kind of technology she was hoping to find when she first arrived on this planet. It was only available in one city on the planet right now, but it was going to be a lot more effective than treking across the desert had been.
The training room buzzed at it came online and the gravity doubled. Then it steadily rose until it reached the level she was used to. Ten times Earth's gravity. The dull red light of the training room was something she hadn't expected, but it certainly added an extra element of challenge to the training - she liked that.
The Tuffle commando bounced on the balls of her feet as the world returned to the level of casual hostility that she was used to. It was reassuring. The weight of the boxy rifle on her back felt a lot more reasonable all of a sudden; the burn in her limbs as her muscles remembered what it was like to actually have to work was less reassuring. Had she really begun to atrophy so quickly? She was going to have to step up her training regimine if she was going to be able to get back to work when she returned to Plant.
"Okay, if you could release the drones now, that'd be great."
This training wasn't necessarily cheap, but it would be worth every zeni if it kept her in top condition. The small circular drones that the earthling attendants released into the chamber looked hopelessly archaic to her eye...
But when they started firing at her, that was an encouragement to take them seriously. The first three shots she dodged - the fourth struck her in the shoulder and scored a solid burn across her shoulder as she dove. Maybe she really was getting out of practice.
Her rifle slung around and into her hands before she hit the floor, and her burst of return fire lanced out across the wide space to blast the offending drone to smoking ruin.
It hadn't seemed sensible to pay for this session to be private, though; if there were other people who had the zeni and wanted to train under the harsh conditions she was used to, she'd be happy to share the room. The only question was, were there any such people out there?
If not, she was going to have to take all these drones down on her own. Which, as sweat started to bead on her skin, she realised may have been a little more ambitious of her than she had originally thought.
(Wordcount: 442 / PL: 11,000)
The training room buzzed at it came online and the gravity doubled. Then it steadily rose until it reached the level she was used to. Ten times Earth's gravity. The dull red light of the training room was something she hadn't expected, but it certainly added an extra element of challenge to the training - she liked that.
The Tuffle commando bounced on the balls of her feet as the world returned to the level of casual hostility that she was used to. It was reassuring. The weight of the boxy rifle on her back felt a lot more reasonable all of a sudden; the burn in her limbs as her muscles remembered what it was like to actually have to work was less reassuring. Had she really begun to atrophy so quickly? She was going to have to step up her training regimine if she was going to be able to get back to work when she returned to Plant.
"Okay, if you could release the drones now, that'd be great."
This training wasn't necessarily cheap, but it would be worth every zeni if it kept her in top condition. The small circular drones that the earthling attendants released into the chamber looked hopelessly archaic to her eye...
But when they started firing at her, that was an encouragement to take them seriously. The first three shots she dodged - the fourth struck her in the shoulder and scored a solid burn across her shoulder as she dove. Maybe she really was getting out of practice.
Her rifle slung around and into her hands before she hit the floor, and her burst of return fire lanced out across the wide space to blast the offending drone to smoking ruin.
It hadn't seemed sensible to pay for this session to be private, though; if there were other people who had the zeni and wanted to train under the harsh conditions she was used to, she'd be happy to share the room. The only question was, were there any such people out there?
If not, she was going to have to take all these drones down on her own. Which, as sweat started to bead on her skin, she realised may have been a little more ambitious of her than she had originally thought.
(Wordcount: 442 / PL: 11,000)
