Post by Polara Thermia on Aug 21, 2016 20:09:12 GMT
The encounter with Verst had left Polara on edge with quite a fair amount of anger still flowing in her veins. She had remembered Abzerute gave permission to use his ship, as such she walked away from the colorful Arcosian upon knockout and taken off into space, locating Abzerute's ship rather quickly; the hatch opened quickly allowing the woman to go inside, striding quickly towards the chamber and nabbing the spare key from the hanger once more.
There was very few moments when Polara would get as frustrated as she was now, and this was one of those moments. For as level headed as she usually was; the female badly needed to vent steam under the gravity pressure. Shoving the key in the lock and unlocking the chamber, she strode in and locked the door behind her, putting the key on a nearby rack.
The Arcosian woman stride over to the center machine, and instead of slowly cranking it up she immediately put it to times thirty normal gravity. Pain would once again occur the moment the chamber turned red and Polara collided with the floor. Pain mixing with her frustration, the lady struggled to move even an inch.
Time passed as the black and white Arcosian struggled to even move, a giant hand pressing against her; keeping her laid on the floor. Her frustration began building as she refused to give in again to the annoying pressure, Abzerute's words echoing in her head. You must become stronger before our next encounter. His voice was everpresent, driving her to become stronger to impress Abzerute and maintain her dignity. There was no dignity to laying on the floor of a chamber, and it was uncomfortable anyway.
Moving her arms inch by inch, she moved to slowly push herself up with the gravity pressing against her, trying to force the cyan-eyed lizard to stay down. I refuse to be the bitch of this gravity. I will not give in to this. I refuse to stay down, I refuse to give in. I AM A WARRIOR, AND NOTHING WILL TAKE AWAY MY DIGNITY!
Vigor would flow through the body of the biped; giving her strength as a deep blue aura surrounded her, strengthening her as she restrained her transformation and staying in her suppressed form. The body would rise as her muscles worked to move the female into a kneeling position, a clawed hand grasping the edge of the chamber control panel and raising herself off the ground. The woman was putting her body under stress, muscles burning with effort to have even gotten off the floor.
Harsh, heavy breathing came from the sweating lizard, skin glistening with the clear substance as she slowly started stepping around the chamber. It hurt to move, yet there was something in her burning, telling her to continue despite parts of her body experiencing a burning sensation.
Eventually, after an unknown timespan she was walking around the chamber, each step threatening to slam her right back into the ground. Every time she fell, the warrior got right back up again. The frustration had melted away with a desire to train harder, eyes burning with passion to get stronger still.
She had been stagnant in her power growth; something shameful to the pride laying deep inside. There was nobody around to bother her, nobody around to annoy her or distract her. She was alone in the chamber, feeling a burn which felt rather good across most of her body. The pressure was wearing off, and with each bit of removed pressure she went that much faster.
Soon she was running around the chamber, punching the air and homing her new techniques to be stronger. Her body was getting more and more exhausted as time progressed, leaving the Arcosian with slowly fading energy and a need to sleep. The woman turned off the chamber, exiting and replacing the key upon its hanger before moving to land on Yardrat, stepping onto the soil and sleeping right then and there.
There was very few moments when Polara would get as frustrated as she was now, and this was one of those moments. For as level headed as she usually was; the female badly needed to vent steam under the gravity pressure. Shoving the key in the lock and unlocking the chamber, she strode in and locked the door behind her, putting the key on a nearby rack.
The Arcosian woman stride over to the center machine, and instead of slowly cranking it up she immediately put it to times thirty normal gravity. Pain would once again occur the moment the chamber turned red and Polara collided with the floor. Pain mixing with her frustration, the lady struggled to move even an inch.
Time passed as the black and white Arcosian struggled to even move, a giant hand pressing against her; keeping her laid on the floor. Her frustration began building as she refused to give in again to the annoying pressure, Abzerute's words echoing in her head. You must become stronger before our next encounter. His voice was everpresent, driving her to become stronger to impress Abzerute and maintain her dignity. There was no dignity to laying on the floor of a chamber, and it was uncomfortable anyway.
Moving her arms inch by inch, she moved to slowly push herself up with the gravity pressing against her, trying to force the cyan-eyed lizard to stay down. I refuse to be the bitch of this gravity. I will not give in to this. I refuse to stay down, I refuse to give in. I AM A WARRIOR, AND NOTHING WILL TAKE AWAY MY DIGNITY!
Vigor would flow through the body of the biped; giving her strength as a deep blue aura surrounded her, strengthening her as she restrained her transformation and staying in her suppressed form. The body would rise as her muscles worked to move the female into a kneeling position, a clawed hand grasping the edge of the chamber control panel and raising herself off the ground. The woman was putting her body under stress, muscles burning with effort to have even gotten off the floor.
Harsh, heavy breathing came from the sweating lizard, skin glistening with the clear substance as she slowly started stepping around the chamber. It hurt to move, yet there was something in her burning, telling her to continue despite parts of her body experiencing a burning sensation.
Eventually, after an unknown timespan she was walking around the chamber, each step threatening to slam her right back into the ground. Every time she fell, the warrior got right back up again. The frustration had melted away with a desire to train harder, eyes burning with passion to get stronger still.
She had been stagnant in her power growth; something shameful to the pride laying deep inside. There was nobody around to bother her, nobody around to annoy her or distract her. She was alone in the chamber, feeling a burn which felt rather good across most of her body. The pressure was wearing off, and with each bit of removed pressure she went that much faster.
Soon she was running around the chamber, punching the air and homing her new techniques to be stronger. Her body was getting more and more exhausted as time progressed, leaving the Arcosian with slowly fading energy and a need to sleep. The woman turned off the chamber, exiting and replacing the key upon its hanger before moving to land on Yardrat, stepping onto the soil and sleeping right then and there.