Post by Samba on Mar 28, 2016 2:49:12 GMT
[Heavy Weights Equipped -- Thread PL: 19574 || With weights: 4894] -------- [Gravity Training 1/2]
"I still can't believe that Beryl let me use this thing..." Samba muttered to himself as he pressed a button to open the entrance to the Gravity Chamber, the door opened with a slick woosh and closed back shut as soon as he set foot inside of the room. He looked around the place, seeing that it was quaint in its interior as it was very spacious so he could roam around and not crash against anything, there were also some sort of training pieces of equipment throw around here and there, but besides those there was also that strange and futuristic computer mounted to the back of the room.
And like any curious pup the male Zoanthrope was drawn towards it and its many buttons and odd devices. He stared for a long while at the buttons and everything that was installed on it. "Alright... what was that Beryl said again?" Samba scratched the back of his head as he tried to remember what Beryl said to him when he asked to use the Gravity Chamber. "Press some random thingamajig and then reconfigure the Gravity settings or whatever?" Samba grunted as he felt a small headache beginning to pulse in his head. "Ugh, he used too many words to describe it, so I guess I'll try to decipher it myself." And when Samba mentioned deciphering himself, he meant to actually press every button until something good happened. He'd regret not paying attention to Beryl's helpful instructions soon enough as a robotic voice sounded from the computer's speakers.
"Wait, what." Before Samba could do a double take at that, the chamber suddenly whirred on and next thing he knew there was an overwhelming pressure slowly pressing down on him, and Samba had to grit his teeth and fight against it to even have a chance to stand up at all.
"God damn... this feels like back at Mt. Paozu all over again." Samba panted as he willed himself to move his limbs, grunting when the mere action brought him a small amount of psychical pain. "Right. I need to get accustomate with the gravity first before trying anything. A couple of laps around the chamber should do... perhaps even one-kilometer run? That should do it to get used to this gravity." Samba took a deep breath and steeled himself from what was going to be a quite grueling session ahead.
But it was no time to cry over spilled milk so he started to make some -slow- laps around the room, he needed to get stronger and fast. And what better way that doing this kind of training? In all honestly he wouldn't have minded having a partner or two, it beat the silence that settled around the chamber, but so far he had not met the rest of the Galactic Patrol Squad but in due time at all he'll be acquainted with them.
No need to rush the introductions or anything, besides he'd like to make a good impression and not put his foot in his mouth and make a total ass out of himself, that would just about kill him from the embarrassment alone.
As he kept running laps he could feel his body adjusting to the pressure the Gravity set upon his body coupled with the heavyweights that he was using to reap most of the benefit from this kind of training. Samba's body finally seemed to not move as sluggishly as before, but there was still a bit of a stiff in the way he walked and moved, but not as bad as before so that was a plus.
The male keeps going until he reached the goal that he set himself forth: one kilometer run without stopping at all, and once he was done he finally stopped to take a bit of a break. "W-wow, gravity training is intense!" Samba's chest rose up and down rapidly as he tried to get his breath back in order, he was leaning slightly forward, propping his palms on his knees and looking down at the ground as he worked his breathing under control. "I can see why Beryl uses this thing! It certainly puts a strain on your body, not to mention that it is a perfect training tool if used correctly." Finally, the male stood back up and took a deep breath before exhaling.
"Right, I rested long enough, time to keep going. I should start next by doing one hundred push ups, one hundred sit-ups and one hundred squats." Grunting as he laid down on the ground and started to do the next step of his training, it was especially hard because of the constant gravitational pressure pushing him firmly down on the ground, and that was without mentioning the heavyweights that he had on.
"Okay, this is starting to make my arms burn, so hopefully this training was worth it!" He would like to keep the sensation and the ability to feel still on his arms thank you very much, he still had that dream of being as strong as Beryl and punch his enemies into orbit, he guessed that he could potentially do the same with his kicks but semantics.
Soon enough the male was done with the push-ups and started to do the one hundred sit-ups. "Ugh, I'm working up a sweat over here!" Samba complained as he counted mentally in his head. He could feel how his legs burned and his back protested at the motions but he kept going, the GP needed strong members that could handle their weight around, not useless crybabies that couldn't even wipe their own butt.
"Ugh, I'll be so sore in the morning!" Samba whined once more to himself and started to do one hundred squats now that he was done with his sit-ups, if he was honest with himself he'd say that he was starting to get quite tired of doing so much today, and in so little time considering that he was never affected by the different chance of gravity.
But finally the male was over and done with his session for today, and he slumped down on the ground panting strongly to get his heart and breath back in order. "Damn, I didn't think that..." Samba coughed slightly before continuing. "That training under barely ten times Earth's gravity would be this exhausting." The male slowly stood up, wincing at how his body protested and screamed at him for even of thinking about doing such a thing.
"Alright, training time is over." Samba slumped slightly against the console and pressed a random button, sighing with relief as the chamber finally stopped its pressure and reset the gravity back to normal. "Time to take a long nap and then eat like a thousand burgers." Samba stretched as he walked out of the room, the door opening with a hum and closing back down behind him. The male shook his head before making his way to the kitchen. "Come to think of it, does this place even have burgers? I'd have to ask Beryl to get me some of that on the ship, and pronto."
"I still can't believe that Beryl let me use this thing..." Samba muttered to himself as he pressed a button to open the entrance to the Gravity Chamber, the door opened with a slick woosh and closed back shut as soon as he set foot inside of the room. He looked around the place, seeing that it was quaint in its interior as it was very spacious so he could roam around and not crash against anything, there were also some sort of training pieces of equipment throw around here and there, but besides those there was also that strange and futuristic computer mounted to the back of the room.
And like any curious pup the male Zoanthrope was drawn towards it and its many buttons and odd devices. He stared for a long while at the buttons and everything that was installed on it. "Alright... what was that Beryl said again?" Samba scratched the back of his head as he tried to remember what Beryl said to him when he asked to use the Gravity Chamber. "Press some random thingamajig and then reconfigure the Gravity settings or whatever?" Samba grunted as he felt a small headache beginning to pulse in his head. "Ugh, he used too many words to describe it, so I guess I'll try to decipher it myself." And when Samba mentioned deciphering himself, he meant to actually press every button until something good happened. He'd regret not paying attention to Beryl's helpful instructions soon enough as a robotic voice sounded from the computer's speakers.
Gravity Chamber activated, setting Gravity to ten times that of Earth's Gravity.
"Wait, what." Before Samba could do a double take at that, the chamber suddenly whirred on and next thing he knew there was an overwhelming pressure slowly pressing down on him, and Samba had to grit his teeth and fight against it to even have a chance to stand up at all.
"God damn... this feels like back at Mt. Paozu all over again." Samba panted as he willed himself to move his limbs, grunting when the mere action brought him a small amount of psychical pain. "Right. I need to get accustomate with the gravity first before trying anything. A couple of laps around the chamber should do... perhaps even one-kilometer run? That should do it to get used to this gravity." Samba took a deep breath and steeled himself from what was going to be a quite grueling session ahead.
But it was no time to cry over spilled milk so he started to make some -slow- laps around the room, he needed to get stronger and fast. And what better way that doing this kind of training? In all honestly he wouldn't have minded having a partner or two, it beat the silence that settled around the chamber, but so far he had not met the rest of the Galactic Patrol Squad but in due time at all he'll be acquainted with them.
No need to rush the introductions or anything, besides he'd like to make a good impression and not put his foot in his mouth and make a total ass out of himself, that would just about kill him from the embarrassment alone.
As he kept running laps he could feel his body adjusting to the pressure the Gravity set upon his body coupled with the heavyweights that he was using to reap most of the benefit from this kind of training. Samba's body finally seemed to not move as sluggishly as before, but there was still a bit of a stiff in the way he walked and moved, but not as bad as before so that was a plus.
The male keeps going until he reached the goal that he set himself forth: one kilometer run without stopping at all, and once he was done he finally stopped to take a bit of a break. "W-wow, gravity training is intense!" Samba's chest rose up and down rapidly as he tried to get his breath back in order, he was leaning slightly forward, propping his palms on his knees and looking down at the ground as he worked his breathing under control. "I can see why Beryl uses this thing! It certainly puts a strain on your body, not to mention that it is a perfect training tool if used correctly." Finally, the male stood back up and took a deep breath before exhaling.
"Right, I rested long enough, time to keep going. I should start next by doing one hundred push ups, one hundred sit-ups and one hundred squats." Grunting as he laid down on the ground and started to do the next step of his training, it was especially hard because of the constant gravitational pressure pushing him firmly down on the ground, and that was without mentioning the heavyweights that he had on.
"Okay, this is starting to make my arms burn, so hopefully this training was worth it!" He would like to keep the sensation and the ability to feel still on his arms thank you very much, he still had that dream of being as strong as Beryl and punch his enemies into orbit, he guessed that he could potentially do the same with his kicks but semantics.
Soon enough the male was done with the push-ups and started to do the one hundred sit-ups. "Ugh, I'm working up a sweat over here!" Samba complained as he counted mentally in his head. He could feel how his legs burned and his back protested at the motions but he kept going, the GP needed strong members that could handle their weight around, not useless crybabies that couldn't even wipe their own butt.
"Ugh, I'll be so sore in the morning!" Samba whined once more to himself and started to do one hundred squats now that he was done with his sit-ups, if he was honest with himself he'd say that he was starting to get quite tired of doing so much today, and in so little time considering that he was never affected by the different chance of gravity.
But finally the male was over and done with his session for today, and he slumped down on the ground panting strongly to get his heart and breath back in order. "Damn, I didn't think that..." Samba coughed slightly before continuing. "That training under barely ten times Earth's gravity would be this exhausting." The male slowly stood up, wincing at how his body protested and screamed at him for even of thinking about doing such a thing.
"Alright, training time is over." Samba slumped slightly against the console and pressed a random button, sighing with relief as the chamber finally stopped its pressure and reset the gravity back to normal. "Time to take a long nap and then eat like a thousand burgers." Samba stretched as he walked out of the room, the door opening with a hum and closing back down behind him. The male shook his head before making his way to the kitchen. "Come to think of it, does this place even have burgers? I'd have to ask Beryl to get me some of that on the ship, and pronto."