<<<<<<<<  from Pit   after  PArty

   entering the Tunnels Shadow checked   Both sides  for  shooters who might be practicing.. needless to say, the tunnels were  quiet.. folks  either taking thier  down time, or at the party.

 He Put  His JAcket on the   bend they  normally laid stuff, but  kept his weapons  belt on.

 He looked at his  two  work out partners and said.....do the best you can.. try to  beat what you did last time..if you get winded?.. walk a bit..but  don't  stop moving..Larry?.. Run  your  brains out..no one here to worry about, so  Run  until you get tired...

  Now?.. everyone ready?..Lets Go....start off slow,   push harder as you get loose...

  The began to    Run,  Shadow at a measured  stride.. Shade    tried to  do that  as well..but his  legs  were shorter... , but he used  the lessons he  learned last time out.

 Larry?  was Gone around the Corner ot the Stern before Shadow reached Amidhsips..

----> From Rec Dec

Zob was coming up behind them although a tad bit slower due to his size, "So this is how you stay fit eh?, no wonder the ladies swoon over you" he said with a chuckle as he kept running at a decent pace.

  Shadow  chuckled,well where    I grew up , yuou were either  Big and slow..or  small and fast...anyone  inbetween got  beat up, or  ented up in the river.. I work on Speed  and Endurance.... it I every get locked down in a fight  with  someone Bigger and  stronger..i'll cheat!

 ..nothing like bringing  the pilots up here  once a month to run?... most of them.. that's the only  time they run...but i can  do, about   9 laps of the  Hermes  at a decent  run, before i gave to glide a bit.  Helped Me  In  Russia...  helped be lot on The Green Moon..when you'er  used to flying around, and you have to Pod out?... its  alot better to know your legs  won't  give out on you...

 Shade  Bleeped  a bit  as he pushed himself.

 ..I told you?.. beat yourself.. you have your   time in your COM..either see how many laps  you can do..or  how  fast you can go … You'er not going to beat me..and neither Of Us  is Gonna beat LArry...just..beat your own time.

 As he  said that, they  were nearing  the  Stern Bend when they  could hear  Larry Bearing   down  on them.. ready to lap them  at thier half-lap  mark.. where he wapuls have a Lap and a  half.

Zob wasn't the fastest but he was faster then most of his race as he pushed himself a bit further, "Working on speed and endurance myself... as you can see I'm not gonna get any bulkier and need to keep improving... that heavy boarding armor weighs quite a bit i feel like a damn juggernaut!" He laughed as he worked his legs that felt so much lighter without being encased in armor for hours on end.

"Yeah not having your legs give out is a good thing especially when the SM has me rushing into buildings first with that heavy pulse gun, dodging bullets and pulse fire and explosions!" he joked but it sure seemed that way given that he was usually the first one in during a lot of circumstances when shit his the fan.

  Shadow laughed  as  he   ran, his breaths seemed regular.. Shade  was  tiring  as the  rounded the the starboard  Bend, to hed back towards the Bow on that side..   Larry was already past , amidships when they Broke the Corner.

 ..never seen anything  LArry before... i caught glimpses of   Nivarian Larg units.. they  don't seem that fast, unless   its because they train them to stay together..

  as far as he boarding armor  goes?... I used to  run  in full pads  after   school, to try to be able to move like the bigger   kids..., then.. about  9th grade, i found out  i didn't  need that many pads.. and got even faster...might be a trick?.. run  with heavy boarding armor.. if you  switch to the Medium  stuff, you'll fee  faster.

Zob was feeling a tad bit of fatigue but not enough to slow him down, "I can move around well enough in it and i do get shot at a lot so its nice to have... so i think for now ill stick to what i know best" Zob said as he pushed himself a tad bit more.

"We don't have anything like Larry on Hel, its Pirloc's that roost at the tallest peaks and in the heart of Volcano's... when i was younger my clan elder would tell of the legend of a Ancient Pirloc that lived in the planet itself.... so big and so mighty we call it *Hrl egbd lmhlg* in the common tongue would translate to *The World Eater* a beast that would stand 64 feet high and over 70 feet long... of course its all legend but still its fun to talk about"
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   They were  coming up on the  Bowstarboard Bend  Now,..Look at that!.. another  Half   Mile and you'll have done a whole lap around the Hermes..give or take 100 yards or so..

 Shade  was   falling behind, but his legs  still thumped  with a regular beat, that told Shadow he wasn't leg weary  yet.

 ..Kep Going  Buddy... see if   you can  bet  to the stern again..
 there was a  few beats between breaths.

 ..we had  that Pirloc egg layer on The Proving Grounds..So   Demon Prisoner had a  small  tribe  of  odd humanoids   worshiping it... It  too   a hell of  a Pounding.. Finally a destroy , broke   Atmo  nad blew  the  wrecked ship, mother  and   all the hatchings  to bit// Might  have been able to Kill it while it slept, except  for a Dumbassed  Mech rider...  he shakes his head.

 as far as  armor goes?  you wear  what you need to get through the op... I can't  say i know how Demon's  muscles  work?... but   if they can breed  with humans, they have to work a bit  like us?... so?.. the more you push them.. the  better they'l get..better they will...work

  they  pasted the JAcket to begin the run  up the Port side  again....I'm doing  3   Laps.. this is the  start of the second... You guys get tired..  Just keep  walking   the laps, it will be a good  cool  down..

Zob took it one step further and pushed himself he was getting close to his limits, "Our clan were the only ones to ever successfully train them as war beasts, i still have some of that knowledge and its one of the many reasons the empire wants me alive or dead..."

Zob was starting to feel it more and more but he had to keep going, "The mechs really proved themselves down in the pit so hopefully the new leadership can turn things around... i dunno only time will tell"

    Shadow.. turned his head  and chucked  as   LArry  came BArreling  down the  Tunnel   and Past them   again...

  ..wish i could run like that!

    Shade  bleeped  a  bit...no?.. he's  not  showing off..he  just like to  run, poor  guy  is cooped up on a ship... he shoudl   runnign   through forests  and stuff..

     Shade was   further Behind  Now...

 ..Keep goign buddy.. if you make it to the Stern.. that's  about what you had  before..  but if you can make it to the  JAcket?.....

 there  was   some  determined  thuds  as  Shade  Pushed himself  as they neared the Stern.

 Shadow was  grinning as he   kept talking...they say if you can hold a conversation while you  gun, your  lungs  are in good   shape.....

 ./.Morgan lead the Mechs  good enough.. but they had  some odd ball guys there...  The one  guy? Slick... Rivets  said he had some good ideas.. but then he    transferred out?... Ajax got screwed up when he fucked up the pirloc  thing....he died  on the   Med Tech ship...had another guy, who took part   in the HIllite invasions... he went  down somewhere....Its   easy to  coach good players... is  hard  for players  to be good, if the coach isn't..but  when you have  someone wheo screwed up and gets folks  killed..well.... I'd  shopt  down   a pilot like that

 Once again, they were Going down the  starboard  side...

 ..Ok , Shade?.. about a Mile to the Jackets.. you can do this!...

 The Little   Guy  stubbled  from time to  time, but pressed on,,his  eyes   set black as he   pushed Himself ,, his   jaws  clenched..

 Shadow  turned  around  and BAck peddled  to keep an eye on Sahde...

"Its understandable Shadow, i would of killed Ajax myself for doing what he did... but i think she can pull it off shes got that fire in her" he said as he watched Larry speed past them, "One of the benefits of being a quadruped"

Zob turned back to Shade, "Come on buddy you can do it!" he shouted his words of encouragement to him.

   Rounding the starboard Bow,  Shadow      took a  quick look.....There it  is!.. Jacket is waiting!..  under a half  mile.... dig Deep!...  The  Little  Guy   Looked up.. he  pushed harder  now..  His strides  smaller.. stumbling  a bit  More  as his  arms were   out of  synch .

.  They were  slowed  now.. Shade  was  Barely getting strides.. but he   kept  pushing..  Larry was seen Popping  around the  starboard bow.. and slowed   down behind Shade..almost stalking him.  Shadow ran ahead  and   took a knee  at the   Jacket.

 ..push it!.. no matter what pain..you feel, it  won't compare to how bad you feel if you stop!...and it will be washed away if you make it!

 it took a good  3 minutes for Shade to make the last 200 yards.. But He Made it  and Fell Into    Shadows   arms.. The LC was laughing  and  pounded him on the back.. the   LArry Jumped on them    Rolling   shade  around  with his  snout..with Shade   making metallic  laugh sounds... Shadow  Picked up his  jacket

 ..now?..next time?.. you try to do a little more then 2!

   Larry Looked at Shadow, then  down range again.....go ahead..one mor elap  and they we go home...

  LArry took off like a greenish blue   rocket

  Shade sat up Looking at the other  two and Bleeped

 The LC frowned,..ok?.. we'll go down for  1 shake, then we go home..we have send of tomorrow.


 movign to the  access door   he called  for  Larry  and  they would head out.

It took Melia a little less than half an hour to get Orria tucked in and asleep. Swinging by the Black Hanger she grabbed a heavy cart filled with training aids ranging from dummies filled with sand to weighted stretchers, a few sandbags and the like. It was time to run the endurance test she had designed for the combat medics in its complete form for the first time. The test was comprised of a combination of sprints, casualty movement drills, combat crawling, shooting drills, a combat diagnostic station, some lunges and burpees and a longer mile run, all with weighted vests and equipment.  On the cart the items were easy to move and drop off at each station, a vid board for the diagnostic, ect.  Returning to the start line she waits to see if anyone has shown up.

 Two  Med techs  Showed up.. and 1 Guardian..The PO1 of the Med Techs   said,..gonna be a thin  show?... with the after party and all... most folks  are   either  Platers, full of eats..or  on duty

 The Guardian smiled,,,that's  good for us.. we'll get a good look at the drills.

Melia waits just a hair longer then nods "alright so this is a single circuit workout I worked up based on a single loop around the Hemres. You'll be going for time. I'm using meters for easier distance break downs, and I've set up two lanes going opposite directions so the moved equipment keeps resetting for the next runner. The workout will consist of three rounds of
400meter sprint, 10 burpees,
200 meter individual tactical movement drill dry firing your weapon each time you hit the ground (https://youtu.be/ZwksRsG8MFo),
100 meter low crawl.
After the low crawl you will come to a wounded trooper, you will need tie off a bandage on their leg before fireman carrying them 100 meters,
secure your patient in a stretcher and drag them travois style 100 meters.
300 meter sprint. 20 pushups
100 meter low crawl
200 meter individual tactical movements sprint,
100 meter sprint ending with 50squats.

You'll do the rotation wearing your combat vest weighed a 20% heavier than a heavy combat suit. Your gonna have to suck through it but in combat wearing lighter equipment and gear with adrenaline in your system this will make a huge difference when moving under fire and recovering casualties. You'll be faster, stronger, and more efficient at your job which will save lives."

She buckles on her vest, she had run the first 2 of the 3 cycles on a shorter track and the workout was brutal but it focused on combat skills that were necessary to being a good soldier, and a good medic.

"If there are no more questions we can go ahead and get started. As it stands there's four of us so two going each direction the remaining two will run 1 loop while the other two do the obstacles. Runners keep a light easy pace. First group once you finish the circuit you take a regular lap. All total you'll be moving about 6 miles. If you burn out dont be afraid to stop before you hurt yourself. I'll be in the first group to go through the circuit. If you forget the tasks are on this board she says indicating a board with the workout. Everyone ready?" she asks taking a deep breath.

Roy had been close enough to the tunnel entrance to catch the last part of Melia's description of the course.  "One more time for the latecomer, please...and can the course handle five at a time?" he said, as he stepped into the tunnel.

Melia smiled at Roy, "Glad you could join in Sergeant Major, got a ball buster for you today." she said before quickly going over the workout again for Roy. And helping him get set up in his gear. "Alright the odd person out will be keeping time until the first person finishes it'll take a bit but be patient." she sets indicating one of the techs known for their reliability. "We will start in three.... two.... one... go!" she counts down, and at go takes off on the lane headed one direction down the tunnels

  the took off , the Guardian  seemed  a bit  more skilfull,  as his   weighted  vest was   secure  so it  would move and shift as he  ran.

 Th Med  Tech struggles  a bit

Roy started off easily.  The weight was situated differently, but by the time the extra weapons in his regular loadout were calculated, along with the extra magazines and ammunition, it was about the same as what he carried into combat on any given mission.  He launched into the first set of obstacles and challenges with gusto...not obviously racing anyone but himself, but definitely setting a rigorous mark for others to match, while still being mindful that it was only the first lap.

Melia took off on the first sprint, keeping in mind this was the first rotation of 3, she had the slight advantage of having practiced the movements in the gear so her vest fit as well as was possible. As she finished the first sprint she dropped down smoothly as if diving behind cover and into her first burpee. Ten burpees didn't seem like a lot at the start, but by the time they reached the last cycle they'd be gassed and suddenly the simple movement would become much more daunting.

Transitioning into the individual tactical movement drill she chants the tried and true mantra of 'I'm up, he sees me, I'm down.' under her breath dropping to the ground. Each time she hit the ground she charged and dry fired her carbine, to simulate returning fire, and providing covering fire for others moving. This drill being half of a buddy team movement exercise for moving under fire. At the marker she fired again "click", and then began to low crawl keeping her hips and torso low moving on her knees and elbows at a steady pace. Again the movement wasn't hard it was the cumulative distance which would simulate the wearing down of a soldier during a combat operation.

Arriving at the first dummy she quickly uses the training bandage to treat the weighted dummy's leg, before rising and rolling into a fireman's carry from the ground (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WUwThHqHkJ4)and rising into a slow run, covering the 100 meters in a deliberate fashion. Sliding the dummy from her shoulders and onto the litter she quickly works the straps with a practiced hand securing the dummy to the litter. Moving to an end she squats and lifts the end and takes off dragging the heavy litter behind her, body leaning forward. By this point Melia has started breathing heavily but she continues to push on. She drops the litter and unfastens the dummy, and takes off on the next sprint.

Coming up at the end of the 300 meter sprint she takes a few deep breaths and drops into the pushups. She knows she's pushing herself a little hard early, but in her mind she's determined to set a good pace for the others. As she finishes the last sprint of the first rotation and shifts into the squats she shakes her head. Two more cycles to get back to the start point. Up ahead she sees the Guardian a little distance away as he finishes his first 2 miles of the three mile loop. A more considerable distance behind him is the tech struggling with her vest. Melia smiles a bit, through her breaths before launching herself into the the next cycle.


Somewhere midway around the loop she passes Roy headed the other direction in the other lane. She can feel the fatigue starting to set in, and its at this point the exercise truly hits its endurance aspect.

At the start of mile three she can feel she's dragging, the gear isn't much more than she normally carries but all the extra movements, the crawls, burpees are starting to take a toll when combined with the added weight. At the 47 minute mark she finally stomps across the start line again, and drops into the last 50 squats. Tagging the guardian to take off she breaths for about 30 seconds before taking off on the 3 mile loop knowing there is a break when she's done.

  The Guardian was workign hard, perhaps a  chip on  his shoulder   for being a  white  Uniformed  'warrior'..., trying to prove himself  ..perhaps to others?  perhaps to himself.

  The Med Tech  was  stumbling..
 The  one who was   keeping tie   all but lost site of them.

The tactical movement drills were second nature to Roy...if anything, he was slowed by the fact that it was a dry-fire exercise and the weapon didn't automatically cycle, but he mentally adjusted by treating each shot as a misfire drill and cycled the weapon as he was dropping after the shot.  The low crawl had been habitually drilled into him from sniper fieldcraft training...the standard infantry low-crawl was easy, by comparison.

He did a surprisingly competent job of bandaging the dummy...carrying it was in some ways easier and some ways harder than the similar carry he'd done with Shadow on Nivar's Green Moon.  Dead weight always carried differently, and didn't do anything to keep itself secure...but it also wasn't trying to take potshots at pursuing troops.  The litter drag was simple, by comparison...by the time Roy finished his first cir unit, he was breathing deeply, but evenly, and launched into the second circuit without a pause.  He felt sweat start to soak into his clothes under the vest as he proceeded, the change in his pace barely noticeable.  At the end of the second, sweat was headed on his face and his breathing was deep and quick, still controlled.  The third cycle was barely slower than the second...but anyone comparing it to the first would notice a more deliberate pace.  He finished the third cycle and immediately started the three-mile run, using the steady, ground-eating pace that two and a half decades of Corps training had made habit, using his pace to help him keep his breathing regulated.  The moment he started ducking wildly for air, he knew, was the moment his body would start to surrender to the exertion, and his performance would fall off drastically.  He kept running, mind focused on keeping his pace and finishing...it was an exercise, not a race.

When he finished, he stripped off the vest, leaning forward to rest his hands on his knees as he focused on breathing deeply and as slowly as his body would let him.  He laughed quietly to himself, wondering what the results would be if a live-fire marksmanship test was thrown in at the end of the run.  His pistol scores would definitely suffer, he could tell, although he might still do well with a rifle.

Melia came around the three mile run at a quick pace, away from the strength movements she had started to accelerate capitalizing on her high level of endurance. She crossed the finish line only a few minutes after Roy at near a sprint hunching over breathing heavily, taking a few moments to catch her breath. She had sent the timer off on their 3mile run along with her but had left the tech in her dust after the first mile. She unclipped her vest, dropping the extra weights in the cart. "So what do you think?" she asks Roy as she paces a bit warming down her muscles, her workout clothes soaked through with sweat.

 the last  two came in well behind, the Guardian  frowning  even as he bent over.. the Med Tech a good   20 second s after.

 The guardian shook off his    vest,..I should have  done Better....

 The Ned Tech  stumbled in, she was  wiped out...that's   almost worse then fighting!

Roy straightened at the question, still breathing deeply.  "It's not anything I would do just for fun," he answered with a grin.  "It's a good exercise, although there are some disparities...someone like me, that uses almost nothing but hard ammo, is already used to carrying the extra weight, especially if they use a larger caliber weapon.  The weight differential is really going to hit the guys that normally pack a pulse rifle...they don't generally pack extra magazines beyond their backup.  The tactical move-and-fire drill would be better as a live-fire drill, but that's something better handled planet-side, where you can run them on a dedicated range...but training to shoot and scoot is only so helpful if you aren't actually training to hit something when you're shooting.  For the space limitations we've got,  this works.  And for the bandaging, I'd say have a judge of some kind scoring it...you've not only got to stay low while applying it, but if it's applied sloppily, it's only a little bit of an improvement over no bandage at all...maybe trauma sensors in the dummies, so if someone drops one, carries it wrong, or jostles it around too hard on the litter, they get dinged for it.  Of course, that assumes it's being used as a training exercise, as opposed to a particularly sadistic variety of PT..."

He fell quiet as the other two crossed the line, then chuckled at their immediate feedback.  "Yeah?" he asked the Guardian, still sounding a bit winded.  "When's the last time you did a five-mile run in full battle-rattle?" he asked, good-naturedly, adding, "And when's the last time you had to solo-move a litter?"

He looked over at the MT.  "You don't get much battlefield time, if you think this was anywhere close to as bad as fighting.  This wasn't even a live-fire exercise, much less having someone actively trying to stop you...usually by shooting you.  It was hard, sure...but nowhere close to battlefield-hard."  It would have been easy to let the words turn into a grim warning, but they were spoken in more of a teasing note...after all, these two had come down and given it a try, which was more than the rest of the medical corps on the Rec Deck had done, and that deserved a certain degree of recognition, in Roy's mind.

He turned to the other medic, who'd been timing the runs.  "Sure you still want to give it a try?" he asked, his voice making the question a lightly teasing challenge.

  The  Timing    guy  laughed,  and  as he nodded....

 he   strapped On a Vest  Roy the  stopwatch. ..I came this  far, SM... may as well give it a go....

 he strapped on a Vest, and  other   things the  Med Tech before  hium carried, and When he was  Ready.. he Nodded  tp Roy   and took off  at the 'go'
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