Post by Faust, M. on Dec 6, 2021 16:40:38 GMT -5
1100 Hours, May 17, 2543 (MILITARY CALENDAR)
UNSC Vengeance, C-Deck, Gymnasium,
en route to Atlas Moons
Faust's fists smacked into the punching bag over and over. Each smack was the trained blow of someone who had been trained to be a boxer. There was something about the sport which relaxed her. Smack!. A small part of her wished that she was on shore leave still, but the greater part knew she needed to be here. Smack! At least on shore leave, her fireteam was safe. She still blamed herself for the loosing of her nerves as the injury and deaths her team suffered during an operation. No matter what anyone told her, she blamed herself for them. Faust had been in charge and led good men and women to their deaths. The shame lent her anger and through her anger, strength and resolve. She was angry at herself. Working out helped, each blow rapid, accurate and had the punching bag been capable of fighting back, effective.
Sweat dripped down her face as she focused on the drill. Faust was clad in khaki green t-shirt with the words marines stenciled on the front in black, regulation military shorts for PT. Though she was barefoot on the training mat, her trainers, socks and towel, placed securely against a wall. In the gym for the moment, the young and fierce NCO was currently alone. Her blue eyes blazing with focus and determination, her blond hair securely fasten in a ponytail. Smack! Faust was worried that she might make the same mistake again, her father would be beyond disappointed if she repeated her failure. Worse, her brother was joining up. He wouldn't be a soldier, he shouldn't be. He was more a baby bird, without her during school and high school, he would have gotten beaten up more than he did. Faust did not want him to be a soldier, he should get safe civilian job, find a nice girl, marry and start a family. Live a peaceful life, something Michelle herself could not do.
She felt her muscles burn with fatigue, her body struggling to keep up with the demands she forced on it. Faust delivered a final flurry of blows before suddenly halting, breath heaving as she leaned against the punching bag with her arms. They would soon be back in the fight, back where they all belonged. She would get her fire team safely through this latest campaign. They would all come home. She pushed herself off and as she strolled over to where she left her water, she stretched her arms. This done, she downed several gulps of still cool water as her breath slowly returned to normal.
UNSC Vengeance, C-Deck, Gymnasium,
en route to Atlas Moons
Faust's fists smacked into the punching bag over and over. Each smack was the trained blow of someone who had been trained to be a boxer. There was something about the sport which relaxed her. Smack!. A small part of her wished that she was on shore leave still, but the greater part knew she needed to be here. Smack! At least on shore leave, her fireteam was safe. She still blamed herself for the loosing of her nerves as the injury and deaths her team suffered during an operation. No matter what anyone told her, she blamed herself for them. Faust had been in charge and led good men and women to their deaths. The shame lent her anger and through her anger, strength and resolve. She was angry at herself. Working out helped, each blow rapid, accurate and had the punching bag been capable of fighting back, effective.
Sweat dripped down her face as she focused on the drill. Faust was clad in khaki green t-shirt with the words marines stenciled on the front in black, regulation military shorts for PT. Though she was barefoot on the training mat, her trainers, socks and towel, placed securely against a wall. In the gym for the moment, the young and fierce NCO was currently alone. Her blue eyes blazing with focus and determination, her blond hair securely fasten in a ponytail. Smack! Faust was worried that she might make the same mistake again, her father would be beyond disappointed if she repeated her failure. Worse, her brother was joining up. He wouldn't be a soldier, he shouldn't be. He was more a baby bird, without her during school and high school, he would have gotten beaten up more than he did. Faust did not want him to be a soldier, he should get safe civilian job, find a nice girl, marry and start a family. Live a peaceful life, something Michelle herself could not do.
She felt her muscles burn with fatigue, her body struggling to keep up with the demands she forced on it. Faust delivered a final flurry of blows before suddenly halting, breath heaving as she leaned against the punching bag with her arms. They would soon be back in the fight, back where they all belonged. She would get her fire team safely through this latest campaign. They would all come home. She pushed herself off and as she strolled over to where she left her water, she stretched her arms. This done, she downed several gulps of still cool water as her breath slowly returned to normal.