Training Day Who: Annie, Kat, Blank and other flight students Where: The Spine, Launch Bay What: Small Space Vessel training. When: The morning of 29/07 Rating: TBD (Probably Low) Open: Ask first Status: Ongoing
Annie had started early, rising from her meditative state on her bed and opening her eyes in a sort of faux-sleep ritual. Her cyberbody recharged overnight, but her mind stayed active, the lack of organic parts never getting tired. She had trawled for hours through their network looking for some meaning and entertained half debates on the thread she had started. Now... she needed to get her mind off of things. She zipped up her flight suit, clipping the mission bag onto her thigh and ensuring her bracelets and necklaces were tucked away carefully. Taking her helmet under her arm, she made her way from Wheel 3 to the Spine.
Her travels were part of her process of forgetting, once she was out into the open air of Third and had escaped her apartment block she started into a run, before jumping and allowing her bodies flight jets to speed her away from the ground. The mono-filament wires in her waist shot out and clasped onto buildings allowing her faster, stylish and gravity free movement as she swung her way towards her destination. In those brief moments of weightlessness she found escapes, moments of clarity and realisations. Perhaps she was dead. Perhaps this was an afterlife and she had been saved because of her deeds. Perhaps she was dead. Perhaps this was a punishment to endure for failure.
Perhaps this was an escape from all of her suffering.
With a ringing clang of metallic skeleton on steel floor she landed in front of the elevator to the Spine and pressed in the numbers to the bay she had found. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, clearing her mind, enjoying the moment of inertia of the lift. Flexing her shoulders and neck, the lift came to a halt and she dashed out at a jog to the flight deck. A grin played across her face as she found the 5 vessels lined up where she had left them, plugged into her nexus device. Her last few days had found her performing a labour of love on these vessels to get them all to a flight ready condition. To call them elegant was perhaps an exaggeration, as they resembled little more than missile tubes with a cockpit, some small fins and RCS ports. That being said, their rudimentary HUDs, systems, superior manoeuvrability and simple control scheme had attracted her eye immediately. They would serve as excellent training vessels and in time she could customise one to meet her expectations on performance.
In time... she blinked. Was she really considering that she could be here long enough to conduct such works on a vessel like this? Perhaps she was resigned to the fact she was stuck here permanently...
Annie shook her head, clearing her mind again. She knelt down and sat gently onto her heels in front of her nexus device, plugging a cable from it into her cyberbody at the nape of her neck. Closing her eyes, she dove into cyberspace and began to run pre-flight checks on the vessels simultaneously.