Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2015 21:09:58 GMT
(Gravity x10)
He had desired to take a stroll along the ship that was in owner ship of the queen. Quick to take a stroll along its halls as well as use his vision to look into the deep workings of the engines and various other areas. Quick to take keen eye upon what he needed before making his way past the training chambers. A strange device for sure. Increasing the very gravity of the planet. Presently he personally had not partaken in such activities. He wasn't to much into the ideal of such ideas of beating programs in overly weighted environments. It didn't exactly peek his interests in terms of entertainment. But their was whispers and words of future problems passing around lately. The meeting with the queen offered one thing to think on for need of power as well as the idea that was handed forward by the android of problems on this earth planet that he'd been hearing of. Truly a bit of chaotic worry was racing about from multiple fronts. When problems appeared they appeared in droves it seemed of late.
He'd decide to take a little look around to be sure. His synthetic body did benefit to be tested against damage protocols. As well as see where he could make minor fixes. There was also needing to advance his ways of fighting naturally. He'd take a moment to make his way into the room set up for such activities. His fingers working like magic at a terminal of control to ensure his moments aboard this training room would not be recorded and any security feeds would delete his known entrance. All but for those who physically saw him moving about there'd be no record of him being here otherwise. Not exactly sure if he wanted to be linked to such training as the other warriors so easily.
The device upon close examination was really quite remarkable as well. His eyes scanning several times the grav machine hidden in tech and steel coverings. Taking several pictures and recordings to perhaps build his own when chance presented itself. Personal gear would always be a preferable solution to using public use as if he were a common soldier. For now it'd be interesting ways to work with a device and get understanding before attempting to construct his own. Good practice to ensure he did right the first time in the future.
It wouldn't take long to set up a quick but simple scenario. The surrounding scene was created to simply reflect a olden city. Working his finger tips to personally program a personal setup rather quickly. Using the keys as if it were some delicate instrument and he was playing a sonata. The city that would form when he was done around him would for the moment mimic the olden tuffle cities. Back in their prime shining with working lights and shops as the buildings all look shiny and new. the generated sky bright as if it was a bright summer day. The bodies generated around were not given faces or proper appearance. Merely the shape of bodies alone with only a solid black color as if only a outline given bulk and body. No need to add personality to something that wasn't truly there. The environment was more then enough. The light weight building upon his body was a uncomfortable feeling but he was able to at least adjust rather quickly. He had power so moving slowly with such a device both now and in the future would hopefully prove no overly difficult if he was slow and steady. Rather then gun ho like he imagined many a warrior were. Needing to gain quick mastery of such things for either planetary raids or personal pride. Icarus himself merely was giving in to a indulging exploration of the type to aid to his safety and increase his own power and testing of his body as repairs and upgrades came along often lately. At least in minor modifications.
He'd draw in a breath as it was on a delayed timer to give him a moment to collect his thoughts before indulging upon battle. He'd release the breath as a light beep would signal commencement. Four or so black figures took stance and seem to rush on him at a rather quick pace. Icarus quick to set into movement as well boots clacking on the ground but a noticeable slowness to his movements. A delay in any and all reactions as the weight was more realized upon need of quick paced moving. The strange figuration of the simulator was quick as he felt the swift blows hit his gut and chest sending him rolling to the side quickly as he felt rather unamused from such action. His side smacking onto the ground as he rolled quickly along the ground to end the roll on one knee hands raised as energy formed at his palms generated and at least able to vaporize one of the four quickly. Clearly a little shaken as the other three backed away taking stances at a distance as well as spaced apart to avoid the chance of a attack hurting more then one as well as making it dangerous for Icarus being surrounded by multiple fronts.
Icarus cleared his throat his body quickly adjusting the pain receivers for the moment as he tried to resist the sensation. The blow had done well in its hit an left a creaking feeling in his abdamon. So this training was good to bear fruit. The weight on his back and need to react quickly from danger was a rich way to make advancement come quickly but he was most certainly feeling the price of such action at the moment. He'd manage to quickly rise to his feet as the mechanical saiyan tail moved about behind him. Slowly trying to balance him upright and help aid his balance in such a heavy environment. Icarus rose to his feet and would eye his opponents carefully. Given they were holograms x-raying them for possible weak points or injured internals would be no good. His tech wasn't really of use in such simulation. But in turn advancing his fighting technique was sorta the reason he would indulge in this anyway.
As he would slowly pace around moving carefully eyes watching the blackened figures. They would move as well trying to keep the surrounding pattern careful to not let Icarus group them up or as well let him get to far from evading their location. A stand off in the Tuffle city presently. Icarus at one point however would try jetting off igniting the jets within his boots and mechanical heels shooting towards one only to have one of the other two slam into his side taking off as well as a third tried to encounter him where he was flying to from the blow. Icarus barely managed to turn mid air to place two hands on a incoming knee and block the blow shoving the leg down by the knee and then shoving two flat palms on the things chest before blowing it away as it broke away into digital pieces and was gone from the simulation. Leaving only two remaining but they were on him quickly then the last time. One ramming a arm around his neck to hold him steady as one of Icarus's arms were also ensnared by the forms free arm holding him by neck and arm to open him up for the final figure. Icarus watching as it flew for him quick only a arm and his feet on the ground really free of movement. His eyes snapping wide lightly as he wasn't really particularly enjoying this training. "By the kais is this really what those soldiers do for fun!" Perhaps in his mind not have considering even low end simulation to be challenging at all. Gravity as well was weighing on him more then expected it would. He'd try to use quick wits going of partial instinct as well. Kicking off the ground lightly arching his legs up as the form behind him held him steady. Legs kicking up to shove and smack into the figure roaring towards him. Boots jetting of rockets as they collided giving off a heated burning burst in the kicks that dissipated and destroyed the third figure. Its body exploding into digital remnants as the programs were brought down to just the one remaining holding him in the lock at his back.
He'd wriggle and struggle lightly at the thing at his back. He didn't not being touched and on top of that well no one liked getting beaten and presently he had just about enough of this grav training for a moment. Wanting to be out of such uncomfortable weight and return to his cool and comfortable lab. His free arm would begin time and time again slamming elbow to the creatures ribs as it tried to hold him within its lock to restrain him or take him down by pulling at his back and the arm it held restrained. Before to long however its grip would loosen just enough from such blows Icarus was able to pry his arms free. Slamming both elbows back into its ribs at once to knock it back and off him towards the ground. Turing quickly on his heel and in a barrage of blasts would decimate the creature quickly removing it from existence.
He'd feel fatigued even with so little time in the room. Partially from the effect it had taken on him to keep with such a squad. He was rusty when it came to battle and was still in mind only used to thinking of battle with rifles and equipment. He wasn't a soldier in the old days but more so a scholar a doctor and scientist. Hell even his hobbies and side skill was in art and cooking and instruments. He was by no means pre programmed to be a warrior even if the body gave him potential. He still had to work rather hard to bring out the inner warrior if he was to need it. Much training was clearly needed that was becoming more evident of late each time danger showed itself. He'd rise as a ding was heard and the program ended. Following the systems would cool and shut down the full weighted gravity as he'd slowly feel like a tension was being raised from his back and shoulders before fully rising to his feet.
He'd gently rub at his side refusing to turn of his pain receivers. These features such as pain hunger and the feeling need to breath among other desires and sensation were what made him feel alive and more then machine. It would be too unnatural to not accept this pain. For now however he was more then glad to walk with a light hitch in his step out of this place. Likely to return even if he was presently fuming with light irritation. He would however desire to get his own building and creation going a bit faster soon. His own ship perhaps with medical treatment options and gravity to use. He would not like it at all if one of the warriors had seen him struggle as such in such a low setting and against programs. He'd likely never hear the end of their infernal jokes and laughing. Even if they were to just jest with him he'd prefer not to be the joking center of attention. But that would mean he had to improve his skills as well to keep that from happening should he ever need share such a training room when he need use it. But that would be a problem for a later date.
He had desired to take a stroll along the ship that was in owner ship of the queen. Quick to take a stroll along its halls as well as use his vision to look into the deep workings of the engines and various other areas. Quick to take keen eye upon what he needed before making his way past the training chambers. A strange device for sure. Increasing the very gravity of the planet. Presently he personally had not partaken in such activities. He wasn't to much into the ideal of such ideas of beating programs in overly weighted environments. It didn't exactly peek his interests in terms of entertainment. But their was whispers and words of future problems passing around lately. The meeting with the queen offered one thing to think on for need of power as well as the idea that was handed forward by the android of problems on this earth planet that he'd been hearing of. Truly a bit of chaotic worry was racing about from multiple fronts. When problems appeared they appeared in droves it seemed of late.
He'd decide to take a little look around to be sure. His synthetic body did benefit to be tested against damage protocols. As well as see where he could make minor fixes. There was also needing to advance his ways of fighting naturally. He'd take a moment to make his way into the room set up for such activities. His fingers working like magic at a terminal of control to ensure his moments aboard this training room would not be recorded and any security feeds would delete his known entrance. All but for those who physically saw him moving about there'd be no record of him being here otherwise. Not exactly sure if he wanted to be linked to such training as the other warriors so easily.
The device upon close examination was really quite remarkable as well. His eyes scanning several times the grav machine hidden in tech and steel coverings. Taking several pictures and recordings to perhaps build his own when chance presented itself. Personal gear would always be a preferable solution to using public use as if he were a common soldier. For now it'd be interesting ways to work with a device and get understanding before attempting to construct his own. Good practice to ensure he did right the first time in the future.
It wouldn't take long to set up a quick but simple scenario. The surrounding scene was created to simply reflect a olden city. Working his finger tips to personally program a personal setup rather quickly. Using the keys as if it were some delicate instrument and he was playing a sonata. The city that would form when he was done around him would for the moment mimic the olden tuffle cities. Back in their prime shining with working lights and shops as the buildings all look shiny and new. the generated sky bright as if it was a bright summer day. The bodies generated around were not given faces or proper appearance. Merely the shape of bodies alone with only a solid black color as if only a outline given bulk and body. No need to add personality to something that wasn't truly there. The environment was more then enough. The light weight building upon his body was a uncomfortable feeling but he was able to at least adjust rather quickly. He had power so moving slowly with such a device both now and in the future would hopefully prove no overly difficult if he was slow and steady. Rather then gun ho like he imagined many a warrior were. Needing to gain quick mastery of such things for either planetary raids or personal pride. Icarus himself merely was giving in to a indulging exploration of the type to aid to his safety and increase his own power and testing of his body as repairs and upgrades came along often lately. At least in minor modifications.
He'd draw in a breath as it was on a delayed timer to give him a moment to collect his thoughts before indulging upon battle. He'd release the breath as a light beep would signal commencement. Four or so black figures took stance and seem to rush on him at a rather quick pace. Icarus quick to set into movement as well boots clacking on the ground but a noticeable slowness to his movements. A delay in any and all reactions as the weight was more realized upon need of quick paced moving. The strange figuration of the simulator was quick as he felt the swift blows hit his gut and chest sending him rolling to the side quickly as he felt rather unamused from such action. His side smacking onto the ground as he rolled quickly along the ground to end the roll on one knee hands raised as energy formed at his palms generated and at least able to vaporize one of the four quickly. Clearly a little shaken as the other three backed away taking stances at a distance as well as spaced apart to avoid the chance of a attack hurting more then one as well as making it dangerous for Icarus being surrounded by multiple fronts.
Icarus cleared his throat his body quickly adjusting the pain receivers for the moment as he tried to resist the sensation. The blow had done well in its hit an left a creaking feeling in his abdamon. So this training was good to bear fruit. The weight on his back and need to react quickly from danger was a rich way to make advancement come quickly but he was most certainly feeling the price of such action at the moment. He'd manage to quickly rise to his feet as the mechanical saiyan tail moved about behind him. Slowly trying to balance him upright and help aid his balance in such a heavy environment. Icarus rose to his feet and would eye his opponents carefully. Given they were holograms x-raying them for possible weak points or injured internals would be no good. His tech wasn't really of use in such simulation. But in turn advancing his fighting technique was sorta the reason he would indulge in this anyway.
As he would slowly pace around moving carefully eyes watching the blackened figures. They would move as well trying to keep the surrounding pattern careful to not let Icarus group them up or as well let him get to far from evading their location. A stand off in the Tuffle city presently. Icarus at one point however would try jetting off igniting the jets within his boots and mechanical heels shooting towards one only to have one of the other two slam into his side taking off as well as a third tried to encounter him where he was flying to from the blow. Icarus barely managed to turn mid air to place two hands on a incoming knee and block the blow shoving the leg down by the knee and then shoving two flat palms on the things chest before blowing it away as it broke away into digital pieces and was gone from the simulation. Leaving only two remaining but they were on him quickly then the last time. One ramming a arm around his neck to hold him steady as one of Icarus's arms were also ensnared by the forms free arm holding him by neck and arm to open him up for the final figure. Icarus watching as it flew for him quick only a arm and his feet on the ground really free of movement. His eyes snapping wide lightly as he wasn't really particularly enjoying this training. "By the kais is this really what those soldiers do for fun!" Perhaps in his mind not have considering even low end simulation to be challenging at all. Gravity as well was weighing on him more then expected it would. He'd try to use quick wits going of partial instinct as well. Kicking off the ground lightly arching his legs up as the form behind him held him steady. Legs kicking up to shove and smack into the figure roaring towards him. Boots jetting of rockets as they collided giving off a heated burning burst in the kicks that dissipated and destroyed the third figure. Its body exploding into digital remnants as the programs were brought down to just the one remaining holding him in the lock at his back.
He'd wriggle and struggle lightly at the thing at his back. He didn't not being touched and on top of that well no one liked getting beaten and presently he had just about enough of this grav training for a moment. Wanting to be out of such uncomfortable weight and return to his cool and comfortable lab. His free arm would begin time and time again slamming elbow to the creatures ribs as it tried to hold him within its lock to restrain him or take him down by pulling at his back and the arm it held restrained. Before to long however its grip would loosen just enough from such blows Icarus was able to pry his arms free. Slamming both elbows back into its ribs at once to knock it back and off him towards the ground. Turing quickly on his heel and in a barrage of blasts would decimate the creature quickly removing it from existence.
He'd feel fatigued even with so little time in the room. Partially from the effect it had taken on him to keep with such a squad. He was rusty when it came to battle and was still in mind only used to thinking of battle with rifles and equipment. He wasn't a soldier in the old days but more so a scholar a doctor and scientist. Hell even his hobbies and side skill was in art and cooking and instruments. He was by no means pre programmed to be a warrior even if the body gave him potential. He still had to work rather hard to bring out the inner warrior if he was to need it. Much training was clearly needed that was becoming more evident of late each time danger showed itself. He'd rise as a ding was heard and the program ended. Following the systems would cool and shut down the full weighted gravity as he'd slowly feel like a tension was being raised from his back and shoulders before fully rising to his feet.
He'd gently rub at his side refusing to turn of his pain receivers. These features such as pain hunger and the feeling need to breath among other desires and sensation were what made him feel alive and more then machine. It would be too unnatural to not accept this pain. For now however he was more then glad to walk with a light hitch in his step out of this place. Likely to return even if he was presently fuming with light irritation. He would however desire to get his own building and creation going a bit faster soon. His own ship perhaps with medical treatment options and gravity to use. He would not like it at all if one of the warriors had seen him struggle as such in such a low setting and against programs. He'd likely never hear the end of their infernal jokes and laughing. Even if they were to just jest with him he'd prefer not to be the joking center of attention. But that would mean he had to improve his skills as well to keep that from happening should he ever need share such a training room when he need use it. But that would be a problem for a later date.