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trans_92010-06-10 08:58 pm
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Strength train with bowflex! [open]
One, two, three pull. Pull.
Grunting, the Guv pulled himself out of his chair, and then further up the chain. Hand over hand over hand, the chain attaching the wheelchair to him quickly growing taut, and then pulling it up after him. He'd spent a great deal of time hidden away, altering and customizing that contraption until it was itself a weapon, an extension of his needs, and he wasn't going to leave it behind. Not even in the supposed safety of the Sensoriums. The Guv didn't trust his shipmates that far, any more than he trusted convicts in a prison. Code or no code, law or no law, everyone was looking for a leg up.
Reaching midway up his current length of chain, the Guv looked out over the chamber. It bore a certain resemblance to Crematoria; harsh, unfriendly rock going up and up to a ceiling he could barely make out, chains hanging here, there, and everywhere in a heavy, unforgiving forest. The perfect place to make sure he was still at the peak of his game.
And as a reward, on the far side of the room bubbled and simmered away a genuine, non-holographic pot of slam tea. He just had to get there.
Grunting, the Guv pulled himself out of his chair, and then further up the chain. Hand over hand over hand, the chain attaching the wheelchair to him quickly growing taut, and then pulling it up after him. He'd spent a great deal of time hidden away, altering and customizing that contraption until it was itself a weapon, an extension of his needs, and he wasn't going to leave it behind. Not even in the supposed safety of the Sensoriums. The Guv didn't trust his shipmates that far, any more than he trusted convicts in a prison. Code or no code, law or no law, everyone was looking for a leg up.
Reaching midway up his current length of chain, the Guv looked out over the chamber. It bore a certain resemblance to Crematoria; harsh, unfriendly rock going up and up to a ceiling he could barely make out, chains hanging here, there, and everywhere in a heavy, unforgiving forest. The perfect place to make sure he was still at the peak of his game.
And as a reward, on the far side of the room bubbled and simmered away a genuine, non-holographic pot of slam tea. He just had to get there.