Sam closed her eyes and rubbed her face as the link shut off. “That guy gives me a headache.”
she opened her eyes and glanced at her friends and saw three looks of utter incredulity on their faces.
“What?”
Despite it barely being mid morning, Sam's body felt drained and her head was pounding. After her run in with Porter and his incredible revelations, then immediately followed by Luke and his amazing bracelet tech. Her body had been crying out for some rest and recuperation and she found her body drifting off to sleep only minutes after her call from Luke.
She awoke some hours later to find she was alone in the cabin and felt the need to refuel. As she headed into the kitchen she realized she had missed breakfast again and grabbed a couple of granola bars and an orange juice from the fridge. As she sat on one of the stools located under the kitchen counter Sam felt off. Her whole body felt itchy and disorientated, she felt the rage inside her simmering and thought on what troll had said about control through meditation and exercise. Through will power, focus. Redirection of that rage, to give it purpose.
Her first instincts were originally to avoid the guy like the plague. But she realized now that was her fight or flight reflexes kicking in. she had sensed his rage and she new deep down that he was a massive potential threat, but after her conversation with him she felt to a limited degree that he was a sort of kindred spirit. He had faced that rage his whole life and she was only now beginning to understand just how much discipline that must have taken.
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Sam decided that the best course of action would be to get some exercise, burn off some of that rage and focus it on her physical fitness. She might as well get some positive benefit from her destructive urges.
She dug out a set of gym clothes and put her trainers on. She had an appointment with the quarter master late in the afternoon according to her bracelet and she could feel a timer counting down in the back of her head when she thought about it. that bracelet tech really was something else. Anyhow being kitted out with the right gear for academy would save her a unwanted headache of deciding what to wear every morning.
Sam had never done much in the way of fitness training. Other than what she was forced to do in school, which admittedly wasn't much. So she decided to have a go at running around the open space taken by the Storm Haven's Defence Unit. Looking around she thought it had to be way more than that. You didn't need all terrain armoured vehicles on a boat. The space was huge. Sam guessed at somewhere around the size of two football fields put end to end and about 10 metres in height. It had support beams at even distances through out, but considering this space was inside a ship? It was pretty impressive. She eyed the gym area and saw half a dozen guys pumping iron and thought she spotted corporal Reed. But the idea of walking up to her to say. “Hey thanks for the hand.” Filled her with dread, so she shook herself in preparation for her run.