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Post by Michael Hobbar on Jun 6, 2013 22:44:00 GMT -5
The workout facility on the Dauntless Fury is open 24/7, 364 days a year this excludes Republican Day, the Star National holiday. The workout facility is enormous. When one walks inside there are hundereds of workout machines: treadmills, weightbells, a looping jogging path. In the center of the room are all the machines. Around the machines there is a jogging path for people to run or do sprints, to the left are the showers and locker rooms. To the right are the saunas. Everyone on the ship, Sailors, Troopers, Soldiers come here to work out.
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Post by Michael Hobbar on Jun 6, 2013 23:52:42 GMT -5
Opening the door to the gym, Hobbar carried his personal pack over his shoulder. The place was packed...well that was no suprise. Some people came here to blow off steam, others came to distract themselves from their problems. And still other people came just to work out. He came here to get his mind off the last mission which actually went ok for the most part. Except for one of his troopers getting injured. He knew that the trooper was currently in critical care, his liver had been shot and the medical teams trying to fix it were doing their best. But right now that was being pushed out of his mind.
Walking over towards the personal lockers, he passed a few people in the same room. There wern't that many people here but out towards the rest of the gym it was packed. Changing into his grey work out clothes, he started on a slow jog. Jogging usually got him warmed up for the rest of the workout. Starting out in a slow jog he joined tens of other people jogging either in front or behind him. He thought about that last mission. Who the hell got them the intel anyways? They should of known that the ARM would likely destroy the bridge. But orders were orders. If he were in charge, Hobbar would just nuke the entire planet. The brass decided to take the planet for themselves, even if it would be a tough place to colonize with the planet scarred by the war. As he ran another thought came into his mind. Where did the ARM leader hid on the planet? He'd heard nothing of Jason Sneer's where abouts either from the brass or ISN. When they entered the star system little over two weeks ago the local ARM fleet had disengaged from the Republican fleet. Maybe he fled? Or killed himself knowing that this was the end. Well where ever he was, Hobbar hoped that Sneer had the fear of some higher power.
He laughed a little, more like a chuckle. God? Yeah right! Hobbar was an athiest through and through, he didn't believe in any kind of god what so ever. But he did respect otherswho believed in a white man with a robe and long beard who could make magical things happen. If someone believed in a god or higher power then that was their own choice. But personally he found it to be distracting to the real world. After jogging for an hour he placed his hands on his knees and took a few breaths. He couldn't get those images of the ARM troops rushing towards the building and being slaughtered in the end. He felt like right now he should focus more on something else then his memories. With that, he ran over towards a weight machine and started to pump iron.......
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