Better watch TV on the cycling machine. Otherwise just waste the day.
You grab the TV remote, and press the power button before climbing onto the cycling machine to get some exercise in. You change it over to news, and start catching up on anything you'd missed while you were on your way here, though all in all nothing seems to have changed while you were gone aside from yet another operation gone bad between Varis and Zelaban. The Oceanic Alliance is the same as usual, though news seems to be focusing on the rather common pirate attacks going on in the South Nalis Sea that has been hampering trade among the southern island nations of the Alliance the past few months. The Oceanic Alliance has dispatched a small splinter fleet to establish a defensive zone while preparing for a large suppression operation four months from now.
After a few hours of cycling you get down, wipe the sweat from your body, turn the TV off, and head out to catch some sleep for tomorrow since you figure whatever test they're going to have you run is gonna be quite draining. You enter your quarters, and lock the door behind you before collapsing onto your bed for the day.
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You awaken to the sound of an alarm clock going off, rolling over you find one straight across from you on the nightstand, pressing the sleep button on the alarm you sit up and take a look around the room you had ignored last night. Its rather plain all things told, maybe ten feet by ten feet with nothing but a bed, the nightstand, and a fridge filling up the room. There are two doors in the room, one leading outside and one which you assume leads to the bathroom, sighing you push yourself out of bed and go into the bathroom to take a shower. When you come back out you find a fresh set of clothes on the bed, and a plate of food on top of the nightstand, one things for certain and that's the service here is quite good.
You quickly change, and eat before heading outside where you run into a smiling Mr. Sanders, clearing his throat he speaks,
"Good morning Hektor, its quite a fine day to start your training isn't it? Everyday until the <Gorgon> is finished will be much like this, we'll deliver you breakfast and a fresh set of clothes while you're cleaning up to start the day, you'll eat and change, and then you'll head straight to the garage housing the practice model where you'll get suited up and the crew will brief you on that days practice. But before we go the crew asked me to question you on your preferred combat loadout for practices, seems they want to start out fully prepped to give you a good view of them. The only options they gave me were close range, versatile, and long range so you don't have very many options, that will all change when you get a hold of the <Gorgon>."
Mr. Sanders smirks when he says the last of his words, and waits for you to reply.
Rank: Trainee
Special Distinctions: None
Desires: Fame, Fortune, Power, and Piloting one of the Alliance's Aquatic Mechs
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Topic: Warmachine: Mecha Suggestion Game (Read 7345 times)