YSS Yukika II Intermission One - A Light Workout

[Yuuki]

RP Date

46.8

RP Location

YSS Yukika II Multipurpose and Volumetrics Chamber

She never set out to inflict torture or hardship on her crew. No, for they were precious to her. Rather, Tachiko merely brought them along to do what she herself does. It just so happens that what Tachiko does, as a matter of course, is inflict torture and hardshup upon herself.

In those moments before First Shift took over duty, while the last Third Watch rotation still presided over the ship, it was time for the crew's physical training. Physical training, of course, had standards across the Star Army that had to be met, and the Nekovalkyrja, Yamataians, Nepleslians, and other advanced forms of humanity had less need for exercise to maintain optimal fitness. However, Tachiko was Tachiko, created in a different age as a different kind of Nekovalkyrja, and furthermore one who saw every tiny blemish and irregularity in herself magnified to a fatal shortcoming. The injuries she received and the rescue it warranted were, in her mind, an unacceptable failure on her behalf, and the overwhelming odds, completely unexpected, despite their monumental weight did nothing to dissuade her from such a harsh self-assessment. She was, in her belief, supposed to be the rescuer, just as she'd rushed into the jaws of a horrible, titanic monstrosity to pull a soldier from its gullet on her very first mission. Being the rescued was not acceptable. Thus, it necessitated a doubling down on her training. It meant she got even more Yugumo business done, wirelessly, while she zoned out during strenuous exercise.

The session began innocuously enough with standard Star Army stretches and light calisthenics. The following yoga was rather nice. The weight and resistance training that followed was a nightmare of pushing limbs and core to all they had until muscles failed and arms and legs were numb and abdominal muscles screamed. Then, and only then, once everyone's arms were numb, rubbery noodles that they could scarcely hold above their waists, did the grueling stint of bag drills, alternating heavy and speed, begin. And they did not end until the punches of the mightiest Nekovalkyrja or ID-SOL-descended Nepleslian hit like feathers. That's when Tachiko believed the ideal time for sword drills was, repetitive swings until perfection or aching hands could not longer grip them, whichever came first.

"Suit up!" Tachiko's command finally came once she'd reached some count in her head, or thought she'd reached some ideal in an overhead swing. "Explorer suit, sword, NSP. Back here in five minutes. Dismissed!" Once everyone had departed, she selected the scenario from the volumetric room's list of sims.

 

[demibear]

Yingzi finally understood what the purpose of Advancer's Zhenren Human Upgrade Package was all about. While she benefited from Advancer's earlier Iron Bone augmentation, it was inferior to the Zhenren I4B Musculoskeletal Enhancement Package as that workout had completely drained her will for life as she felt the screams of lactic acid and its inability to repair her muscles fast enough to keep up with demand as she went to do as was demanded. This universe had no place for humans for they would perish just working out at the Captain's pace.

"That's it, you win Star Army. I'm going Zhenren." she muttered to herself as she tried to move at a faster pace than a walk to get cabin so she could put on her explorer suit. She painfully started removing clothing even before she even got to her cabin's door, down to her undergarments as the cabin door hissed open to allow her to enter.

"5 minutes... talk about setting up for failure." she muttered to herself as she took out her explorer uniform. A model of the Megumi Environmental Skinsuit with an additional top layer and components of SAoY design submitted as a contender for the Explorer Uniform, the baggy nature of the deactivated uniform was a divine gift in her physical state as she merely pulled it up around her. With a mental command once she connected the high collar to her neural interface on her neck and zipped up, the uniform tightened to fit snugly to her body. She even programmed a gentle massage program just for occasions such as now.

Holstering her NSP and grabbing her non-ceremonial katana she used for practice, she made her slow return back.

 

[Charmaylarg Dufrain]

VC Chamber

Taiga was watching. She was always watching or finding an excuse to observe.

Already in the Volumetrics Chamber she had not been participating in the physical merriments of torturing the enlisted. No, her duties had seen her busy elsewhere overseeing her staff but once that was done she had made her way to the goings on to watch and observe as she often tended to do whenever she knew there was some larger than average gathering of the crew to be had.

She regarded and examined. Casually taking up a corner she observed not for the selfish reasons of the young but for what her role on the ship demanded. She looked for burnout, she looked for wear or fatigue both physical and mental and what they might entail aswell as the small chance someone might go overboard and injure themselves or another.


And, of course, not to lie to herself she did like to watch for more selfish reasons when the young got all physical and hot & bothered.

Taking advantage of her height to stay out of sight at the start she took advantage of the clearing room to casually walk forwards, already dressed to impress with suit, and never without her sword or mini-laser as inconsequential they might seem to walked in tiny steps up to her captain until a few feet away and at shin height still on the ground she spoke up.

"Do you usually work them that hard, Shosa Motoyoshi?" She asked of her cute but still slightly older superior as she rested one hand on the her belt right before the pommel of her Wakizashi; Decorates in patterns of orange and black the blade was almost a quarter shorter than a base katana looking all the size of a toothpick but she showed no bother by it as though it was as natural on the small of her back as the explorer suit she wore.

She asked the question rather innocently as though by passing conversation but with the slightest undertone that made it subtle but not hiding that Taiga Kishikibe was openly using psychoanalysis on her captain as her profession often did.

 

[Nameless]

This hellish endurance training was bringing back lots of memories of when Roy was younger. Back when his name and face was not on a single register other than the ones held by the ones who fostered him. With the compounding augments making things easier and easier as his muscles and flesh were replaced, the burn of snapping muscles became a passing memory. Though it took much to bring him to the point of exhaustion, he felt the nostalgia as his left bicep was crying out for it all to stop while its counterpart was more than ready to pick up the slack.

Such weakness was the only visible sign that the left side of his upper body was not as augmented as the rest. It was tradition to only replace what was lost, and though he was no longer walking the same halls, Roy still practiced it. A way to preserve the human essence without losing sight of the horizon as the universe marches forward. That was the idea behind it. Funny how back then he was so ready to throw himself into danger for the prospect of being upgraded. Now he just longed for all of it to grow back. Of course there were ways to do just that, but it was looked down on as it meant you were ashamed of the path you walked.

"The body is a book, and the scars are its writings." There were plenty of sayings of the same vein, but it was always to the effect of it being what differentiated the group from the Reds and the Nekos. He often wondered how they'd react, seeing him in a ship just full of the people they spurned. Probably uneasy, just as he was when he broke off and joined a much wider collective.

He had more time to reminisce as he rushed back to his cabin to redress. As much as he wanted to just fall into bed and sleep like a babe, he felt like he was showing weakness, tapping out while he can still carry his weight. As he picked up his sword, his gaze met with his crafted blade: A machete made from the hull of a Mishu ship. Compared to Yamatia blades, this was much cruder, wider and at least twice as heavy. Brutal, powerful and heavy duty. Wielding it just feels right. But not now. It wasn't fit for Yamataian swordplay. "You'll have your time in the limelight, don't worry."

After he got dressed, a feat in itself considering how sore his muscles felt, he made his way to the volumetric chamber, each step making his thighs feel like they were on the verge of collapse. He didn't dare to imagine how he was going to wake up tomorrow. He could barely lift his left arm and there was zero chance that was going to improve, but he was determined to go through this. Find the limit and push through it. "Haven't felt a burn like this in ages! Let's get on it, before the muscles get too comfortable."

 

[aitoseigi]

Shoi Yuki Shinono did not drop her sword instantly, once the call to stop drills had come. She was too well trained for that, even when she would like nothing so much as to drop onto the deck and await the heat death of the universe. Her muscles no longer screamed for pain; they didn't really feel like anything at all, and she'd long since given up worrying about whether this was a good thing or not.

On the bright side, this is great training for POW and escape and evasion, she thought to herself, just to distract from the agony of the captain's training regimen. The nekovalkyrja never questioned her physical strength before Yukika II; now she was acutely aware of how wobbly her legs were, and if anyone noticed she had to reach out to steady herself on the bulkheads now and then as she went to change, she couldn't quite bring herself to care. At least she wasn't crawling... yet.

Once back to her room, she wasted no time in skinning out of her PT gear, for once allowing herself to leave it in an untidy pile in the middle of her deck. Her bra and panties joined them, the last being flicked off from an only slightly shakey foot. Then she hastily tugged on her explorer suit, checking the seals and telltales instinctively before nodding to herself in approval, buckling her sword to her . Grabbing a cool bottle of water, she left her stateroom at a trot, grabbing her sidearm as she did and giving it a quick once over even as she jogged back to the multipurpose chamber. She checked it twice a day with what could only be described as religious fervor, but drilled habit still dictated she inspect once more before use. Happily--and unsurprisingly--it was in perfect condition, and so a side trip to the armory would not be necessary. Not that I'd have time for it anyway, she thought ruefully, checking how much time she had left and breaking into a sprint to ensure she got back with a few seconds to spare; letting down her CO was a fate worse than death... maybe even worse than how exhausted she felt. Perhaps some day she'd manage to live up to the example her shosa set, but the least she could do was not disappoint her.

 

[Andrew]

Taisho's Suite​

As the crew joined Tachiko in the VC for training, Katsuko was hard at work. Her desk had finally reached the level of clutter that had reached on the YSS Battle of Ayenee Capital City. She had data pads piled up, even a couple of isolated computer pads. She reached for her cup, a rather sentimental piece she had been thankful was not smashed during the battle months before. The older-style porcelain cup had the logo of the original YSS Akuro and the 5XF's first fleet patch. It was a little something that reminded her that there was purpose in everything she had done since she got her own command. She took a sip of her green tea and set the cup down. She brushed her hand forward over the pad that she had been reading off of. The schematics of the YSS Battle of Becurn, the to-be new flagship of the fleet -- once the engineers got done with it. KFY and Yugumo both had a part in it, from refitting the ship to the new Nodal Liquid Conduit System to the customized Taisho Suite she had designed for the YSS Tokyo. She sat back in her chair as she looked over the latest changes that KFY had suggested.

Once she signed off on those schematics, her attention turned to the planned renaming ceremony for Port Jiyuu. It just didn't make sense for it to carry that name anymore - it couldn't of been much further from the Jiyuu System than where it was now in the Sharie System. Akira leaped up into her lap, the usual place the Otar chose to be spoiled with pets and scritches when Katsuko was working. Every once in a while Akira would nudge her midsection with her horns, a sure sign she had somehow lapsed in the attention given to her pet.

 

[Waffles]

Hiro felt good, this somewhat extreme workout brought him back to memories of all the training and repetition that his father and grandfather had put their family through in regard to the ancestral art of Bojutsu and to a lesser extent Iaido. Was this training grueling? Absolutely, however, even though he was a ship operator, he was still in very good shape. When the captain told everyone to go back to their bunks and change into explorer suit with NSP and sword.

He wasn't sure if he would catch Tae in their shared officer quarters, however it wasn't as though they hadn't caught each other in various forms of undress, during their time on the same ship.

When he got back to his quarters, he quickly stripped out of his work out clothing, well down to his underwear. Hiro quickly pulled a fresh t-shirt on and began changing into his explorer suit. Clipping his NSP to one hip and his officer's sword to the other, as he was leaving, he clipped one more item to his suit, it wasn't necessary, but he felt better with it being there. This item was the case which held his collapsible staff between his shoulder blades along his spine.

He wondered if in the near future that he and the captain would have an exhibition fight showcasing their differing styles. Unlike his fellow officers he had been trained in a specific style of blade combat. That style of blade combat was Iaido, it specialized in special awareness and quickly drawing and sheathing the blade.

Four minutes and 15 seconds after Tachiko released them to change he returned to the area of the ship they were using to work out.