trans_9 | it's days like these, you gotta find it in some other way, so one foot in front of the other [OPEN]

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it's days like these, you gotta find it in some other way, so one foot in front of the other [OPEN]

Now she's decided she needs to go running, and with people constantly in and out of the sensorium, reliving old battles (Honestly she thinks do I go in there and recreate the bridge of the Basroil? No.), the halls seem like the best place. Simply put, the gravity's getting to her and she's afraid of being a burden to her team just because she spent almost all her life in half G.

So you can find Lafiel in the hallways, the walls flashing past her eyes in a monotonous display of throbbing meatiness as she jogs.

The floor, however, is uneven. She steps into a pothole and falls abruptly, followed by a string of curses in Baronh. She's sprained her ankle.

After bandaging herself up (too prideful to accept help from Stacy), she'll be at the mess hall, downing bowls of the bland, proteiny glop, because after a workout, you really don't care all that much about taste.

Find her in either place.

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Lafiel sighs. She's got her. "It's this rytereceno gravity. I'm used to half what you landers are so I have to be prepared when we go groundside." She says, propping herself up and limping, which only makes her more embarrassed.

When the woman begins to limp Kelly is right next to her, draping Lafiel's arm over her shoulder to help support her. She wasn't about to be entertaining any complaints, either. "I know what it feels like to have to re-adjust. I'll help you to the medbay so we can bind that ankle. You'll only make it worse if you try to walk wihout proper care."

"Alright." Lafiel's pale cheeks light up. "Abriel Nei Dobrusc Paryunh Lafiel, Deca-commander of Basroil, Fourth Fleet, Humankind Empire Abh Star Forces..." People had said things about the long name. "Lafiel for short." She says, shortening her introduction as they limp along.

It's not very often that a person blushes at something that Kelly does. The tall woman isn't exactly sure how to react to that so she just offers Lafiel a smile. "SPARTAN-087, Petty Officer Second Class Kelly Preston, United Nations Space Command Defense Force, Navy." She chuckles lightly. "Just Kelly is okay."

She easily supports Lafiel's weight, the woman may get the feeling that it really isn't any effort at all for her.

Or it could be because she weighs pretty much nothing. Built for life in space, Abh bones are lighter.

She's not used to being supported like this. Only one person has ever done that for her, in fact, and he was...She shook the thought away. No use dwelling on it.

"Thank you." She said when they reached the medbay.

That combined with Kelly's supa!strength probably goes a long way toward that.

Kelly's used to carrying people, it happens a lot on the battlefield after all. And not all the other kids in the SPARTAN training were as strong as her or Sam or John.

"It's no problem. You shouldn't strain this thing though."

This...Is...A SPARTAN?!

Lafiel sighs. Great, now she's gonna be even weaker. "I know."

Tonight, we dine in hell! Well... Stacy's glop is close enough to hell!food anyway?

She helps her up onto one of the beds, reaching for bandages as she sits on the side of the mushy mattress-type thing. "It'll be alright in a few days I guess. A week at most. Unless Stacy can fix it faster with some of this stuff."

She to the crazy looking equipment around the room.

Oh, this is humiliating. But neccesary, she thinks as she shifts to avoid sinking into the annoyingly soft bed.

She bends forward to try to bind her own foot but clearly this isn't working. "Now i'll be even less acclimitized to the new gravity..."

Kelly unrolls a length of bandage, shifting to get a better position next to Lafiel to make her work easier.

She debates holding the woman back, but figures her pride has been wounded enough and contents herself to wait until the Abh has decided that she indeed cannot reach her own foot. "You aren't used to this gravity, then? What was your world like?"

As she speaks, she carefully binds the ankle, pressing just a little to check if it's just sprained or broken.

A small hiss between clenched teeth. And another embarrassed look. She submits to the help, realizing that she can't do it on her own. "We Abh are the Kin of the Stars. We have no homeworld. The closest is Lacfacale, our capitol city in space."

"Sorry." She draws her fingers back, wrapping the bandage tight enough to support the ankle. "I'm guessing that there wouldn't be much gravity out there, then."

"Usually not more than one daimon...One half Earth gravity. It was a problem the one time I was on a planet. So I needed to make sure I don't slow my team down." She said, a rueful little frown on her elfine features. "...Thank you."

"I can see how that would cause a problem. Hopefully it hasn't been to hard to adjust?" She finishes up, smoothing out the bandage and leaning back with a satisfied look on her face. "It's no problem. Couldn't just leave you there could I?"

She feels heavy all the time, gets injured more easily, is moody...If the Abh had been designed by their original creators with a menstrual cycle, she'd know what to compare it to. "I'm not going to bore you with the details. I'm more concerned about holding my team back." A slight pause while she considers. "Actually, you could very well have, especially after I told you to go away."

Kelly knows all about that. But she'll never actually tell anyone. Just because her sexual drive is suppressed to a certain level, doesn't mean her body stopped working properly. "Well with the way you're working yourself, I'm sure that won't be a problem."

She chuckles lightly. "I suppose I could have. S'not in me to just leave someone behind though."

"I hope not. There are so many nations represented here. I'd like to make the Abh Empire look good to them." The little frown reverses itself to a little smile. "No, you don't seem like the kindof person who'd leave someone behind."

Not like me... The thought intrudes on her and she shakes it off, concentrating on testing her new bindings.

"It's not a competition, though. Pushing the limits is always good. But then, there's such a thing as pushing too much, yeah? You'd be no use if you hurt yourself." She smiles in return, sliding off the bed to lean comfortably against it. "Not if I had any other choice."

Kelly's had her own experiences with having to leave teammates behind. She wouldn't blame anyone if they'd had to do the same, probably. She watches Lafiel test the bindings. "Any good?"

To an Abriel, everything is a competition. "I suppose you're right..." She says, sounding unconvinced.

She manages to put most of her weight on that foot. "Much better. I can't thank you enough."

Kelly's that way too. But she was trying to make you feel better, Lafiel. "I tend to do that sometimes."

She breaks into a wide smile. "Glad I could help. We have to stick together if we want to get off this ship after all."

"I'm not sure if that's even possible." She says as she walks a few experimental steps. "I'd be content if I could simply make sure my crew is ok." Minus one supply offi-Damnit Lafiel, you are not thinking about that.

"I've been delaying it but if i'm to be strong enough for ground missions, i'm going to have to eat more of Stacy's raw protein sludge. I'm going to the mess hall. You're welcome to join me."

"Anything's possible if you've got the will and a gun big enough." She grins, that's Kelly's philosophy in a nutshell for you Lafiel.

"It's not too terrible. And I probably should. If only to make sure that you don't injure yourself any further." Haha, a joke!

Kelly's enthusiasm is infectious and eventually even a petulant Abriel has to yield a little. She smiles. Not as big as her, but it's there. "I believe you'd get along well with my chief gunnery officer." Then in response to her quip: "Not funny!" Oh but it is.

The mess hall seems relatively empty. A tray of the gloppy stuff is served to her by a dutiful tentacle, like a servant at some Gigerian nightmare ball.

She chuckles, score one more victory for her. An she didn't even have to kill anyone for this one. "Oh? Likes big guns too, hmm?" She can't help a laugh. "But it is from where I'm standing."

Kelly gets her own tray and walks beside her toward one of the tables. "How long have you been here?"

Samson likes big guns and he cannot lie, his fellow Abh certainly couldn't deny that.

Lafiel sits at one of the spinal looking 'chairs' (she is constantly amazed by the architecture of this place). "Only a few days. And you?"

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