trans_9 | Do you have what it takes? [OPEN]

PT finished at 0700, and the pilots and new recruits got a half hour to cool off before they got into the cockpits of their assorted craft. In the two hours since 0500 they ran several miles, did push-ups, sit-ups and pull-ups, and then a hundred jumping jacks to get the blood pumping. "You don't even want to think about how much force you put on your body when you're piloting," Trudy said at the start of the exercises. "Pilots need to be in peak condition to handle it."

Those who were used to doing the training five days out of the week would be out of breath but not exhausted. Anyone new, however, might have a little trouble getting their wind back.

"All right everyone, gather around. We have a few new recruits today, so we're not going to be running the Zokez scenario. I know you're all heartbroken." She kept a straight face, but that was a definite joke. She was sick of running the Zokez scenario. "We'll be doing some standard training exercises - maneuverability and gunning practice."

The track and exercise equipment melted away, and in its place the hangar of the Macross Quarter materialized with all its fighters and mobile suits. "Outside is a standard sim course. I'm going to have the recruits run it first to see how they handle and then the squadrons will go out as a unit. Recruits, let's put you in birds."

((OOC: This log is for anyone who signed up to fly a mobile suit, a VF or an X-wing and is not already in Starfighter Command. The flight sim is like something you'd see out of the training missions on Star Fox - fly through the rings, shoot the enemies, avoid the obstacles it throws at you like sheets of scrap and asteroids. EDIT: Subthreads for the squadrons are now up!))

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For Allenby, the physical exercise was a breeze. She just wished that the running had involved more obstacles. Going around in a big oval was just kind of boring. 'Sides, wouldn't it just be better for their battle reflexes to try and think about how to properly clear a two-story building while busy running? But maybe not all the new recruits were up for it yet, and that was okay.

It was the rest of this whole thing that made her guts squirm. She didn't want to think about having to shoot enemies down for an actual kill, even if they were only simulations. The whole reason there were Gundam Fighters like her at all was because that kind of war had been ended, long before she'd been born.

Oh, and it was in the Sensoriums, and given a choice, she would rather have done PT in a dumpster full of rats. Seriously. Yeah, she understood the necessity of doing this stuff in simulation, but how could so many people on this ship not get creeped out by the fact that Stacy was going into their minds, their actual brain, to construct this stuff?!

She'd had to create a simulation for her mobile fighter. If Stacy or anyone from Starfighter even thought about misusing it, Allenby would find a way to make them regret it. "I got Nobel Gundam right here," she said in a voice far more sullen than her usual boisterous cheer. "She works just fine in outer space, and I've got plenty of fightin' experience."

"If you want to run a training sim from your world, go right ahead. The sim I've set up should have reset by now."

Trudy had to wonder what the worlds with Gundams were like, to have so many kids piloting. Almost to a man, the Gundam pilots were younger than most regular army recruits, and Trudy knew that pilot training took a lot of time. They must have started training when they were... jeez, ten or eleven. It depressed her.

"Uh... no, I'll stick with this one. This is put together with the expectation of fightin' the Ohm, right?" And the thought of letting Stacy into her mind in all the detail it'd take to put together her own training sim was--no.

Anyway, it was a good idea to do the one that already existed. "My Gundam fights a little different than the other guys. She's got Vulcan guns, but it's mostly hand-to-hand and melee. So I gotta get used to fightin' a different way."

Allenby had actually started her training younger than that, when she'd been six. Strangely enough, though, Allenby was on the younger end of the scale of pilots from her world--most of them were at least twenty, and there were a good handful in their forties or more.

"It's more to test maneuverability of some of the people who haven't flown in these models before, but since you have your own craft it seems like a better idea to give you a more advanced sim."

Trudy let Stacy's programming spin out the barely-formulated concept. The tablet she carried in her hand suddenly had the data readout of a very different simulation. Debris and asteroid chunks were now scattered around for enemy ships to hide behind, and there were several Ohm Shrikes closing in on their position. "Go for it - the goal is to keep the Shrikes away from the Quarter."

"Sounds fair," Allenby said with a nod. She looked at the tablet--it was going to be tough, fighting multiple opponents on this kind of field. She was used to single combat, but the Devil Gundam had been a little bit like that.

Nobel Gundam's cockpit opened up, and Allenby leaped up onto the door. "Seeya!" At least it'd feel good to be in a Trace suit again.

At first, the asteroid field would seem quiet... uneventful. The Shrikes were lurking behind pieces of debris, ready to jump out on Allenby's mobile suit. If she looked, she might find one or two of the Ohm to pick off.

Trudy was paying very close attention to Allenby's sim. She seemed determined to prove herself, and Trudy could respect that.

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