Post by chrisshooter on Aug 12, 2010 14:17:28 GMT -5
After many hours of work and research, the ship had began to become quiet as the clock showed how late it was. But even some went to sleep, not all would be resting as some had to keep guard and some still had work to do. Chris however had other plans, as difficulties he often had to sleep, finding it more easy to do some training before going to bed. So he headed for the Gym, after a long time working with weapons of many sorts and kinds at the armory.
Slowly he walked down the corridor, dressed and ready for the Gym, with a towel around his neck. Only hearing the footsteps as he walked, along with the sound of the engine that kept the ship going. Being on a spaceship, surely was different then being anywhere else. Always would it be people around, always would there be people awake. But when signed to a mission like they were on, they only could adapt to it, even Chris often tried to stay distant.
It was a tough life on a spaceship, always a battle for survival. Often would there be drama, argues, conflicts, obedience, romances and more. And specially would it be dangerous, as if something would go wrong, or something would need to get fixed before ultimate catastrophe. At least the ship had qualified crew members to do the work and to save them from such, but Chris was only there to secure them with weapons and to help them if any weapons or armor were needed. And he had joined, only by the reason that he wanted to redeem himself of previous mistakes.
The further he walked through the corridor, the more did he see of it. And as people passed by, he said nothing but only gave them a look. All until he entered the Gym. where he found no one except himself. Tall and firm he walked over to the nearest training device and began, while after continuing on most of the others to build greater muscles. To be fit and ready, in case of combat or worse.
Slowly he walked down the corridor, dressed and ready for the Gym, with a towel around his neck. Only hearing the footsteps as he walked, along with the sound of the engine that kept the ship going. Being on a spaceship, surely was different then being anywhere else. Always would it be people around, always would there be people awake. But when signed to a mission like they were on, they only could adapt to it, even Chris often tried to stay distant.
It was a tough life on a spaceship, always a battle for survival. Often would there be drama, argues, conflicts, obedience, romances and more. And specially would it be dangerous, as if something would go wrong, or something would need to get fixed before ultimate catastrophe. At least the ship had qualified crew members to do the work and to save them from such, but Chris was only there to secure them with weapons and to help them if any weapons or armor were needed. And he had joined, only by the reason that he wanted to redeem himself of previous mistakes.
The further he walked through the corridor, the more did he see of it. And as people passed by, he said nothing but only gave them a look. All until he entered the Gym. where he found no one except himself. Tall and firm he walked over to the nearest training device and began, while after continuing on most of the others to build greater muscles. To be fit and ready, in case of combat or worse.
