Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2015 20:10:17 GMT
OOC: This one was initially meant to be a thread for Jarvis to join. Unfortunately, he realized he joined a DE before this one and thus, I'll be continuing this thread alone and turn it into a gravity training. For this reason, I'm requesting it to be transfered to the "Training Area Board", so this is on the proper place, for organization purposes. Thank you in advance. The thread where I accessed the x10 level can be found here: wodsouls.freeforums.net/thread/2307/gravity-training-peis?page=1&scrollTo=29596
It is the same night after BREU’s encounter with the saiyan Sinage while he was making his way back to the Blue Banner Army’s facilities after his infamous World Tour of the Booze vacations. He has been missing for quite a while now and wondered if he was going to face any sort of punitive matters. He imagined not, since all this while his boss haven’t contacted him for anything specific, so he simply figured out his services weren’t needed in this meanwhile. He had been flying for quite a while when, finally he spots the West Capitol’s facilities in the distance. In a couple of minutes he should be arriving.
BREU prepares to make his landing in the front gates of the base. It’s the beginning of the dawn and the base should be pretty silent, with only a few guards patrolling its vicinities. In the entrance, BREU meets two of them.
– “Good night, Mr. BREU, I see you’re finally back” – One of the duo greets the android.
– “Sharp eyes…” – BREU ironizes, stopping his line to look at the man’s badge, searching for this man’s name.
– “…Mr. Tamago. Now be a lamb and just open the door for me, would you?” – The cyborg completes, making a motion with his head towards the gate as he gives out his order.
– “Indeed sir!” – Guard Tamago responds, quickly turning to grant the blue cyborg passage to the inner section of the base.
– “I wonder where you have been all this time, Mr. BREU” – He asks, trying to make some chit-chat.
– “Good job! You keep doing this wondering thing” – BREU asks dryly, being the jerk he is known to be. The poor man looks a bit embarrassed at BREU’s rudeness but ignores it.
– “Ah… Long mission, probably I guess” – He states, not actually expecting any answer from the mercenary who was already making his way past him and into the base.
– “Oh yeah… Very official business. Classified actually, so I would have to kill you if I told you” – BREU bluffs, looking back over his shoulder as he addresses Tamago.
– “N-no! That’s not necessary! I’m going to stop boring you with my silly questions… Y-you just have a good night, sir!” – The man quickly answers with a stuttering voice.
– “Sharp eyes and sharp mind. That’s the kind of thing that will get you promoted someday” – BREU points his hand at the man with his index finger stretched and his thumb up like a pistol as he mocks the poor soldier, still looking at him over his shoulder. He then turns ahead once again, giving his back on the guards as he is about to leave the entrance area.
– “Is the boss home?” – He asks before leaving for real, but without looking at Tamago and partner this time.
– “Uh… Not exactly. I don’t know anything of the boss’s businesses. He is…. different now” – The man answers.
– “Is Big Blu in the hangar?” – BREU inquires, apparently ignoring the soldier’s statement about Vi-Poi’s recent behavior.
– “Yes, sir” – Tamago answers with conviction.
– “Then that’s good enough for me. Thanks” – BREU says , leaving for good.
– “You’re welcome, sir!” – Tamago shouts.
– “Stop kissing everybody’s ass, you brown noser” – Tamago’s partner complains.
– “Shush, I’m just being polite” – The guard justifies, annoyed.
– “Yeah, yeah…” –
Away from there, we see BREU now entering the KAOS headquarters. He was making a quick trip to the mess hall to grab something to drink before he headed to the Big Blu’s training chambers. Within the hall, there were only a handful of people awake. None of them were faces BREU would recognize other than the barkeep. The cyborg approaches the counter and the barman nods as a form of greeting his once most assiduous client. BREU nods back and sit in a free stool.
– “The usual?” – The barista asks.
– “Indeed” – BREU responds crossing his arms over the counter.
– “It’s been quite a while since you last showed up. Thought you died or something” – The rotund servant states as he is grabbing BREU a dose of moonshine.
– “If that awful thing you call ale didn’t kill me, then nothing in this planet can. But I appreciate the concern” – BREU mocks his old friend. The barista smiles.
– “That’s unfair. Back then I haven’t started spitting in your booze yet” – The man answers with the same level of irony. BREU smiles, catching the glass and swallowing it in one gulp. He then looks around to inspect the hall better, looking for an actual familiar face other than Al’s (the barkeep). If I got you thinking, yes, Al is a pun on “ale”. Concerning whether BREU finds a drinking buddy to mock, the android was out of luck today.
– “ Want another round?” – Al asks.
– “Nah… I’m heading off already. Just needed to wet my throat” – BREU answers with his back still turned on the barkeep, making a motion in the air with his hand.
– “YOU, rejecting booze? What the hell is happening with the people in this place? You caught that thing that’s got the boss as well?” – Al ironizes. BREU then turns back to the rotund man.
– “I just drank enough on my way here…. So, what’s this thing about the admin, eh? Second time I hear about it” – BREU inquires.
– “Heh… It’s some pretty messed up stuff. Boss goes through some sort of maintenance or whatever. Something goes wrong. The next thing you know the guy becomes a psycho freak. Word is that he got mad and blew up a planet. A WHOLE planet. I’m not sure that part is true, though. Some people around here tend to get a bit sensationalistic. Specially after a few doses” – Al explains.
– “HA! The boss, a maniac? In those fancy suits he wears? Sounds like a cheap horror movie to me” – BREU ironizes.
– “I dunno. I just know that the guy’s crazy now. I would stay away from him if I were you. He speaks, you just nod. Don’t talk, don’t argue” – The barista suggests.
– “Look at you. This size and sounding like a little kid afraid of the boogeyman. Do you sleep with your lights on as well? Hug your teddy bear?” – BREU teases the big guy.
– “Heh… You keep on joking like that. Don’t complain later when you’re pooping your own pants” – Al warns. BREU smiles and stands up, readying himself to leave.
– “Don’t worry. I don’t have bowels anymore” – BREU then makes his way out of the mess hall.
Once back outside, BREU now headed towards the hangar in order to get to Big BLU. He soon reaches the airstrip and the main entrance to the ship. He places his hand on the scanner and after the green lights turn on, granting him access, he moves into the vehicle and towards the training room. He was intending on training his resistance under the increased gravity, by using the Gravitron machine. Last time he managed to endure an intensity equal to ten times the gravity in Earth. He wanted to see if how well he would fare into twice as much now. Opening the control panel, he types in “twenty” when prompted to set the desired gravity level for the current training program and confirms. Suddenly, the lights around him go red and the nosy machine begins to process the setup. BREU feels his body getting increasingly heavier, although the sensation wasn’t alien to him anymore. As the machine finally reaches the programmed intensity, BREU is already gritting his teeth. This could turn out to be a good warm up.
BREU starts his exercises by doing the most obvious. He starts walking around the room in circles, in order to get used to the gravity force under which he was putting himself. The bottom of his shoes seem glued to the floor and his legs move very slowly up, causing him to walk clumsily and funny. He would do this for at least thirty minutes before he moved on to the next series of exercises. By the end of this first moment, BREU was already feeling a bit more used to the training program. However, the cyborg was feeling pretty drained as well, especially considering he just came from a fight and a long flight back home. He wouldn’t last much longer. He however, had bought himself some more time with that absinthe dose. It wasn’t much, but he would be able to prolong the training section for a few more minutes by burning it as energy with his special engine. Today he would just get to know this level of gravity. Tomorrow, he intended to master it. After he was done with the running around, he began to practice some basic stances and fighting movements in the air in an attempt to get them to be more fluid. He lifts his fists and throw a jab and a punch, fix his base and tries to kick. His movement were way to slow. He keeps on practicing that for a few more minutes. About ten. When he was feeling a bit more confindent he tries a jump kick. When his feet hit the floor, he feels as if his knee joint almost failed, almost causing him to crumble due to the tremendous pressure created in that spot. He doesn’t fall or anything, but realizes it would take much more training before he was able to venture himself into maneuvers like that. After he was done, he lays down on the ground to do a series of sit ups. A thousand of them. Moving his torso up and down for around twenty minutes nonstop, spreading his tired body on the floor. He need to take a few seconds to rest between series. However, under the increased gravity level it just doesn’t allow the muscles to rest; they are in a constant tension. Still, he lays there for around forty seconds and stays in position to do another series. He was going to try one handed-push ups next. The first he tries to do, he falls on his face on the floor.
– “Ok… I guess it’s time to stop for today” – BREU mumbles to himself. Using both arms, he lifts his heavy metallic body and walks clumsily towards the machine control pad in the center of the room. Pressing the proper buttons, he turns the device off and prepares to leave the room. He heads towards the changing room and bathes himself in some refreshing cold water from the showers. If you’re wondering, no. BREU doesn’t have sweat glands. But his internal engine may overheat under too much strain which could be considered as a sort of thermal discomfort. The cold shower helps him stabilizing the temperature of his hardware and provides a sensation of comfort to the brewdroid. After he was done bathing, the cyborg heads to his private installations.
It is the same night after BREU’s encounter with the saiyan Sinage while he was making his way back to the Blue Banner Army’s facilities after his infamous World Tour of the Booze vacations. He has been missing for quite a while now and wondered if he was going to face any sort of punitive matters. He imagined not, since all this while his boss haven’t contacted him for anything specific, so he simply figured out his services weren’t needed in this meanwhile. He had been flying for quite a while when, finally he spots the West Capitol’s facilities in the distance. In a couple of minutes he should be arriving.
BREU prepares to make his landing in the front gates of the base. It’s the beginning of the dawn and the base should be pretty silent, with only a few guards patrolling its vicinities. In the entrance, BREU meets two of them.
– “Good night, Mr. BREU, I see you’re finally back” – One of the duo greets the android.
– “Sharp eyes…” – BREU ironizes, stopping his line to look at the man’s badge, searching for this man’s name.
– “…Mr. Tamago. Now be a lamb and just open the door for me, would you?” – The cyborg completes, making a motion with his head towards the gate as he gives out his order.
– “Indeed sir!” – Guard Tamago responds, quickly turning to grant the blue cyborg passage to the inner section of the base.
– “I wonder where you have been all this time, Mr. BREU” – He asks, trying to make some chit-chat.
– “Good job! You keep doing this wondering thing” – BREU asks dryly, being the jerk he is known to be. The poor man looks a bit embarrassed at BREU’s rudeness but ignores it.
– “Ah… Long mission, probably I guess” – He states, not actually expecting any answer from the mercenary who was already making his way past him and into the base.
– “Oh yeah… Very official business. Classified actually, so I would have to kill you if I told you” – BREU bluffs, looking back over his shoulder as he addresses Tamago.
– “N-no! That’s not necessary! I’m going to stop boring you with my silly questions… Y-you just have a good night, sir!” – The man quickly answers with a stuttering voice.
– “Sharp eyes and sharp mind. That’s the kind of thing that will get you promoted someday” – BREU points his hand at the man with his index finger stretched and his thumb up like a pistol as he mocks the poor soldier, still looking at him over his shoulder. He then turns ahead once again, giving his back on the guards as he is about to leave the entrance area.
– “Is the boss home?” – He asks before leaving for real, but without looking at Tamago and partner this time.
– “Uh… Not exactly. I don’t know anything of the boss’s businesses. He is…. different now” – The man answers.
– “Is Big Blu in the hangar?” – BREU inquires, apparently ignoring the soldier’s statement about Vi-Poi’s recent behavior.
– “Yes, sir” – Tamago answers with conviction.
– “Then that’s good enough for me. Thanks” – BREU says , leaving for good.
– “You’re welcome, sir!” – Tamago shouts.
– “Stop kissing everybody’s ass, you brown noser” – Tamago’s partner complains.
– “Shush, I’m just being polite” – The guard justifies, annoyed.
– “Yeah, yeah…” –
Away from there, we see BREU now entering the KAOS headquarters. He was making a quick trip to the mess hall to grab something to drink before he headed to the Big Blu’s training chambers. Within the hall, there were only a handful of people awake. None of them were faces BREU would recognize other than the barkeep. The cyborg approaches the counter and the barman nods as a form of greeting his once most assiduous client. BREU nods back and sit in a free stool.
– “The usual?” – The barista asks.
– “Indeed” – BREU responds crossing his arms over the counter.
– “It’s been quite a while since you last showed up. Thought you died or something” – The rotund servant states as he is grabbing BREU a dose of moonshine.
– “If that awful thing you call ale didn’t kill me, then nothing in this planet can. But I appreciate the concern” – BREU mocks his old friend. The barista smiles.
– “That’s unfair. Back then I haven’t started spitting in your booze yet” – The man answers with the same level of irony. BREU smiles, catching the glass and swallowing it in one gulp. He then looks around to inspect the hall better, looking for an actual familiar face other than Al’s (the barkeep). If I got you thinking, yes, Al is a pun on “ale”. Concerning whether BREU finds a drinking buddy to mock, the android was out of luck today.
– “ Want another round?” – Al asks.
– “Nah… I’m heading off already. Just needed to wet my throat” – BREU answers with his back still turned on the barkeep, making a motion in the air with his hand.
– “YOU, rejecting booze? What the hell is happening with the people in this place? You caught that thing that’s got the boss as well?” – Al ironizes. BREU then turns back to the rotund man.
– “I just drank enough on my way here…. So, what’s this thing about the admin, eh? Second time I hear about it” – BREU inquires.
– “Heh… It’s some pretty messed up stuff. Boss goes through some sort of maintenance or whatever. Something goes wrong. The next thing you know the guy becomes a psycho freak. Word is that he got mad and blew up a planet. A WHOLE planet. I’m not sure that part is true, though. Some people around here tend to get a bit sensationalistic. Specially after a few doses” – Al explains.
– “HA! The boss, a maniac? In those fancy suits he wears? Sounds like a cheap horror movie to me” – BREU ironizes.
– “I dunno. I just know that the guy’s crazy now. I would stay away from him if I were you. He speaks, you just nod. Don’t talk, don’t argue” – The barista suggests.
– “Look at you. This size and sounding like a little kid afraid of the boogeyman. Do you sleep with your lights on as well? Hug your teddy bear?” – BREU teases the big guy.
– “Heh… You keep on joking like that. Don’t complain later when you’re pooping your own pants” – Al warns. BREU smiles and stands up, readying himself to leave.
– “Don’t worry. I don’t have bowels anymore” – BREU then makes his way out of the mess hall.
Once back outside, BREU now headed towards the hangar in order to get to Big BLU. He soon reaches the airstrip and the main entrance to the ship. He places his hand on the scanner and after the green lights turn on, granting him access, he moves into the vehicle and towards the training room. He was intending on training his resistance under the increased gravity, by using the Gravitron machine. Last time he managed to endure an intensity equal to ten times the gravity in Earth. He wanted to see if how well he would fare into twice as much now. Opening the control panel, he types in “twenty” when prompted to set the desired gravity level for the current training program and confirms. Suddenly, the lights around him go red and the nosy machine begins to process the setup. BREU feels his body getting increasingly heavier, although the sensation wasn’t alien to him anymore. As the machine finally reaches the programmed intensity, BREU is already gritting his teeth. This could turn out to be a good warm up.
BREU starts his exercises by doing the most obvious. He starts walking around the room in circles, in order to get used to the gravity force under which he was putting himself. The bottom of his shoes seem glued to the floor and his legs move very slowly up, causing him to walk clumsily and funny. He would do this for at least thirty minutes before he moved on to the next series of exercises. By the end of this first moment, BREU was already feeling a bit more used to the training program. However, the cyborg was feeling pretty drained as well, especially considering he just came from a fight and a long flight back home. He wouldn’t last much longer. He however, had bought himself some more time with that absinthe dose. It wasn’t much, but he would be able to prolong the training section for a few more minutes by burning it as energy with his special engine. Today he would just get to know this level of gravity. Tomorrow, he intended to master it. After he was done with the running around, he began to practice some basic stances and fighting movements in the air in an attempt to get them to be more fluid. He lifts his fists and throw a jab and a punch, fix his base and tries to kick. His movement were way to slow. He keeps on practicing that for a few more minutes. About ten. When he was feeling a bit more confindent he tries a jump kick. When his feet hit the floor, he feels as if his knee joint almost failed, almost causing him to crumble due to the tremendous pressure created in that spot. He doesn’t fall or anything, but realizes it would take much more training before he was able to venture himself into maneuvers like that. After he was done, he lays down on the ground to do a series of sit ups. A thousand of them. Moving his torso up and down for around twenty minutes nonstop, spreading his tired body on the floor. He need to take a few seconds to rest between series. However, under the increased gravity level it just doesn’t allow the muscles to rest; they are in a constant tension. Still, he lays there for around forty seconds and stays in position to do another series. He was going to try one handed-push ups next. The first he tries to do, he falls on his face on the floor.
– “Ok… I guess it’s time to stop for today” – BREU mumbles to himself. Using both arms, he lifts his heavy metallic body and walks clumsily towards the machine control pad in the center of the room. Pressing the proper buttons, he turns the device off and prepares to leave the room. He heads towards the changing room and bathes himself in some refreshing cold water from the showers. If you’re wondering, no. BREU doesn’t have sweat glands. But his internal engine may overheat under too much strain which could be considered as a sort of thermal discomfort. The cold shower helps him stabilizing the temperature of his hardware and provides a sensation of comfort to the brewdroid. After he was done bathing, the cyborg heads to his private installations.
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