Post by Artilrian Barae on May 28, 2017 9:13:32 GMT
They said that Big Blu was one of the biggest ships to have ever been constructed on Earth’s surface and now that he was able to see it up close and even walk around its corridors, he was inclined to agree. The ship was absolutely massive and pretty much came with every necessity for mounting a major interstellar campaign with whatever purpose the Azure Administrator chose.
On that note, it would seem that Big Blu would set sail once again in the near future, the Azure Administrator had broadcasted the news of an empire spreading from Namek, and the new queen of the SSE, conquering and expanding their sphere of influence. To be frank it wasn’t much of a surprise to the police officer that the SSE would go out and conquer planets. The Namekians on the other hand, what had happened with them since they turned to a violent path. Granted, he didn’t know much of them but from what he had heard they were normally peaceful. So much for that notion it seemed.
In light of this new development, Artil had decided to up his training and finally try to use a gravity chamber. He had heard of the grav chambers before but he hadn’t had a chance to try one out himself. That was about to change. He looked around at the various training equipment and smiled. There was plenty of machinery to fill out his training regime if he could get through it without collapsing.
Now he was looking at the computer and how it worked. He had seen the specifications, but there was no way he was taking it to the max already. Instead he started out slowly and adjusted it to the lowest setting of 10x. He then felt his legs give in and was forced onto his knees. In addition to this, he was also feeling light headed from a lack of blood to the brain Yep, this was 10x gravity. Frankly he was amazed he wasn’t dead. But alas, no time to wonder about the consequences, time to get to work.
Once he had gotten over the initial gravitational shock he started to go through his physical exercise program. This mainly consisted of the basic S.W.A.T regime.
The training set consisted of 20 squats followed by pulling himself up by a metal bar until his chin was above said metal bar. Once there he would then change grip and lower himself back down before pulling himself up again until he was unable to continue. Needless to say, by the time he was done with those two he was already dripping in sweat and feeling slightly dizzy as he let go. 10x was no joke and this place went up to 150x, it was pure madness.
The regime was far from over though. Next he engaged in 20 combo plank exercises which he had to take it much slower than he would have liked because it only made the burning feeling worse and breaks weren’t something he took mid-exercise.
Once that was done though, he could rounded off his regime with 20 hundreds, sitting twists and high crunches. At that point he was lying on the ground, panting and feeling like he had gone for it on level three, which required him to do it all 7 times with only 2 minutes in between each set. Even worse, this set was normally repeat three times to complete level 1. However, due to the fact that he was subjecting himself to 10x gravity he decided to end it here and instead go for a few laps around the chamber. Afterwards he would go to combat exercises.
With sweat running down his forehead, his training clothing soaked and in need of a wash, his blood rushing around his veins and his heart threatening to burst from his ribcage, he was ready for the combat exercises.
Reaching for his rifle he activated the target drones, time to test his aim and precision in a simulated firefight. To make it even harder adrenaline was flooding his body in conjunction with the high heartbeat and his gun was ten times the weight, this should be fun.
Soon enough bullets were flying downrange with Artil fighting himself to remain as calm as possible as he ran from cover to cover while the targets reset themselves. In addition to the physical strain, the x10 gravity also affected his bullets and throwing off his aim even more than before, meaning he to some extent had to relearn the pattern of his weapon as the projectiles dropped much faster than before.
Once he had completed the course a few times he upped the difficulty by allowing the drones to return fire, which now made him huddle behind his cover and being much more careful about peeking up to take a shot at the target drones. Thankfully, they only fires focused light and while it hurt a lot, it wasn’t lethal in any way. Still, in his mind he saw it as an actual battle. This was done to try and strain himself to perform at his peak and after an intense 15 minutes firefight in a 5 v 1 scenario he was struck and deemed dead, causing the exercise to stop.
No rest for the wicked though. He powered down the ranged drones and instead powered up a close range one instead as he reached for his field shovel. It was time to fight in melee, even though he was felt dizzy and ready to collapse. He had to press on though, if this was real there was no way in hell he was getting any leeway or moments to catch his breath. So he soldiered on, ready to fight the robot.
The battle between the organic and synthetic was fierce and neither part backed down as Artil deflected the blows from the robot with his shovel. This was where the strain of fighting really started to catch up to him as he had to wield his shovel ten times heavier than normally. It wasn’t as bad as the gun, because there he “only” had to keep it steady, which was already bad enough. But here he had to swing the shovel around like a club with a high degree of precision and control. Two things that were hard to get a feel for in thick of combat. Needless to say the battle soon turned in the robot’s favor as it wasn’t restricted by the gravity in the same way and could keep going while Artil was driven to the absolute limit of his energy deposits. In the end he was on the verge of collapsing, barely able to keep focus and ready tumble over. The robot, seeming going for a humiliating defeat, didn’t knock him out normally and instead just gave him a firm shove with two fingers on the forehead which was all that was needed for Artil to collapse onto his back and pass out. It would seem overexertion got him after all.
By the time Artil woke up again he was being lightly shaken by another person in uniform.
“Oh thank goodness you waked up,” the man said as Artil slowly opened his eyes, “i was starting to think one of the robots had been too rough in its programming. You seemed to have been out for quite a while.”
“Urgh, my head, who are you and what time is it?” Artil asked back as he tried to get back up and realized that the gravity generator had been disabled.
“Well… i am the maintenance officer and i am here for the 6pm maintenance check on the chamber.”
“Dammit, then i have been out for something like… 2 hours roughly,” Artil sighed and glanced at his watch before getting up into a sitting position, “sorry that i spooked you, i guess i went a bit overboard with the training.”
“Well i should say so,” the maintenance said and offered to help him on his feet, “now go get a bath, one could smell you from outside the chamber.”
Artil nodded, picked up his equipment and then went to the changing area. This had certainly been a unique experience. Still, he could get behind doing it, it meant a lot more could be achieved faster. But there was no way he would be able to do this more than twice a week at best.
On that note, it would seem that Big Blu would set sail once again in the near future, the Azure Administrator had broadcasted the news of an empire spreading from Namek, and the new queen of the SSE, conquering and expanding their sphere of influence. To be frank it wasn’t much of a surprise to the police officer that the SSE would go out and conquer planets. The Namekians on the other hand, what had happened with them since they turned to a violent path. Granted, he didn’t know much of them but from what he had heard they were normally peaceful. So much for that notion it seemed.
In light of this new development, Artil had decided to up his training and finally try to use a gravity chamber. He had heard of the grav chambers before but he hadn’t had a chance to try one out himself. That was about to change. He looked around at the various training equipment and smiled. There was plenty of machinery to fill out his training regime if he could get through it without collapsing.
Now he was looking at the computer and how it worked. He had seen the specifications, but there was no way he was taking it to the max already. Instead he started out slowly and adjusted it to the lowest setting of 10x. He then felt his legs give in and was forced onto his knees. In addition to this, he was also feeling light headed from a lack of blood to the brain Yep, this was 10x gravity. Frankly he was amazed he wasn’t dead. But alas, no time to wonder about the consequences, time to get to work.
Once he had gotten over the initial gravitational shock he started to go through his physical exercise program. This mainly consisted of the basic S.W.A.T regime.
The training set consisted of 20 squats followed by pulling himself up by a metal bar until his chin was above said metal bar. Once there he would then change grip and lower himself back down before pulling himself up again until he was unable to continue. Needless to say, by the time he was done with those two he was already dripping in sweat and feeling slightly dizzy as he let go. 10x was no joke and this place went up to 150x, it was pure madness.
The regime was far from over though. Next he engaged in 20 combo plank exercises which he had to take it much slower than he would have liked because it only made the burning feeling worse and breaks weren’t something he took mid-exercise.
Once that was done though, he could rounded off his regime with 20 hundreds, sitting twists and high crunches. At that point he was lying on the ground, panting and feeling like he had gone for it on level three, which required him to do it all 7 times with only 2 minutes in between each set. Even worse, this set was normally repeat three times to complete level 1. However, due to the fact that he was subjecting himself to 10x gravity he decided to end it here and instead go for a few laps around the chamber. Afterwards he would go to combat exercises.
With sweat running down his forehead, his training clothing soaked and in need of a wash, his blood rushing around his veins and his heart threatening to burst from his ribcage, he was ready for the combat exercises.
Reaching for his rifle he activated the target drones, time to test his aim and precision in a simulated firefight. To make it even harder adrenaline was flooding his body in conjunction with the high heartbeat and his gun was ten times the weight, this should be fun.
Soon enough bullets were flying downrange with Artil fighting himself to remain as calm as possible as he ran from cover to cover while the targets reset themselves. In addition to the physical strain, the x10 gravity also affected his bullets and throwing off his aim even more than before, meaning he to some extent had to relearn the pattern of his weapon as the projectiles dropped much faster than before.
Once he had completed the course a few times he upped the difficulty by allowing the drones to return fire, which now made him huddle behind his cover and being much more careful about peeking up to take a shot at the target drones. Thankfully, they only fires focused light and while it hurt a lot, it wasn’t lethal in any way. Still, in his mind he saw it as an actual battle. This was done to try and strain himself to perform at his peak and after an intense 15 minutes firefight in a 5 v 1 scenario he was struck and deemed dead, causing the exercise to stop.
No rest for the wicked though. He powered down the ranged drones and instead powered up a close range one instead as he reached for his field shovel. It was time to fight in melee, even though he was felt dizzy and ready to collapse. He had to press on though, if this was real there was no way in hell he was getting any leeway or moments to catch his breath. So he soldiered on, ready to fight the robot.
The battle between the organic and synthetic was fierce and neither part backed down as Artil deflected the blows from the robot with his shovel. This was where the strain of fighting really started to catch up to him as he had to wield his shovel ten times heavier than normally. It wasn’t as bad as the gun, because there he “only” had to keep it steady, which was already bad enough. But here he had to swing the shovel around like a club with a high degree of precision and control. Two things that were hard to get a feel for in thick of combat. Needless to say the battle soon turned in the robot’s favor as it wasn’t restricted by the gravity in the same way and could keep going while Artil was driven to the absolute limit of his energy deposits. In the end he was on the verge of collapsing, barely able to keep focus and ready tumble over. The robot, seeming going for a humiliating defeat, didn’t knock him out normally and instead just gave him a firm shove with two fingers on the forehead which was all that was needed for Artil to collapse onto his back and pass out. It would seem overexertion got him after all.
By the time Artil woke up again he was being lightly shaken by another person in uniform.
“Oh thank goodness you waked up,” the man said as Artil slowly opened his eyes, “i was starting to think one of the robots had been too rough in its programming. You seemed to have been out for quite a while.”
“Urgh, my head, who are you and what time is it?” Artil asked back as he tried to get back up and realized that the gravity generator had been disabled.
“Well… i am the maintenance officer and i am here for the 6pm maintenance check on the chamber.”
“Dammit, then i have been out for something like… 2 hours roughly,” Artil sighed and glanced at his watch before getting up into a sitting position, “sorry that i spooked you, i guess i went a bit overboard with the training.”
“Well i should say so,” the maintenance said and offered to help him on his feet, “now go get a bath, one could smell you from outside the chamber.”
Artil nodded, picked up his equipment and then went to the changing area. This had certainly been a unique experience. Still, he could get behind doing it, it meant a lot more could be achieved faster. But there was no way he would be able to do this more than twice a week at best.