For the first time in, well... ever, Sasami had seemed to be happy. Or at the very least, relaxed. Since the whole Punishment thing, she had started to try to prioritize everything around her. Her talk with Alessa and her time with Hay Lin made her realize that trying to be a grown up was probably not the best thing at all.

Even if, as Hit-Girl once pointed out, she had her foot in the inner workings of the Command.

At the moment, though, Sasami had opted to spend some time in the sensoriums, recreating a simple lake scene and just using this area to relax. Anyone who would walk in would probably spot her resting by a tree, her hair down and draped over her body somewhat...

...and a big, happy smile on her face.

Like Commander Rahk had promised, he'd set up one of the sensoriums so he could teach the crew how to use the GIA equipment they'd be receiving, so he sent out a quick message to the crew to let them know it was ready.

Those arriving would find he's created a simulation of what seems to be a standard GIA training field, judging by the writing on the nearby buildings. The first thing they'd come across is the firing range, which had racks of the plasma weaponry Rahk had mentioned nearby. Not far away were small landing pads, each of which holding a waiting Bluestar Dropship. A little ways away from that, in a small open area, stood a handful of the Bio-Golems, stock still and waiting for orders.

Rahk himself was waiting near the firing range, ready for the first crew members to arrive.

After countless hours of training with Rangers and tending to the Engineering department's needs, Billy found that he needed a break. Not necessarily for very long, just a space to clear his head (and train, for in Billy-world wasted time is a terrible thing---especially when one has to fight the Ohm in a few days).

Which meant traveling to a Sensorium, capable of being as quiet as he needed it to be. For the setting he chose a simple beach with fine sand, waves rolling quietly in the background. A flat mat lay over a section of the sand, waiting for him to practice on it. Excellent.

Changing into a comfortable blue training outfit, Billy began a quiet routine. First, the warm-up exercises. Light jogging, then stretching. He then moved onto katas, with some techniques from home and others adapted from the combat training. As always, he started slowly and stumbled a little, but before long he found himself settling into his pattern. Without onlookers judging, he felt much more relaxed and willing to push himself. A computerized voice in the background, his subconscious need for feedback, came floating through the chamber to egg him on: Go on, Billy. Try it. You'll be fine.
( And he tries... )

Tavros has been on the meatship long enough to understand the grand-scale war they're all caught up in. Even if there was any way to escape it, there's no ignoring the sheer amount of training and battle preparation the entire crew gets up to.

And Tavros has been avoiding all of it.

Not out of fear, or unwillingness to fight... it's just a bit hard to joust when your steeds were all accidentally left behind to become Ohm fodder. The wheelchair can work, but it's just not as practical, and he's been a bit self-conscious about needing something so specialized.

However, there's no doubt in Tavros' mind that he needs to get ready too, just in case. Once he reaches the sensoriums, it's a simple matter of setting up his little jousting lane, having a few warmup practice runs, then tilting at the dummy for real.

The first tough part of wheelchair jousting is getting up the necessary speed, which is no real challenge for Tavros. He wouldn't still be alive if he weren't fast. The second is timing -- getting his hands off the wheels and his lance in hand before impact.

The third, and worst by far, is not getting thrown from the chair. Though he used to be able to keep his balance, he's fallen out of practice.

And, unfortunately, out of his wheelchair.

"Ugh... Jegus."

Tavros props himself up on his elbows, brushes the dirt and grass off, and lifts gently off the ground to go set his chair back up and try again.