:: HERO of KORRIBAN ::
0500 came early, but it was always 0500 when the alarm went off. Flaa had little time for a quick shower, then he would be off to morning PT. The rec area was large enough for what it needed to be. A running track was situated above the main floor where many of the free weights were. Other rooms were off to the side for units that were training together on specific cardio exercises that could be done in a more confined space. It was the goal of the First Order Navy to keep their soldiers in peek physical condition. Armies and Marines may do a lot of the direct hand to hand battles, but a strong Navy always determined whether a long term war would be won. This was the nature of intergalactic warfare.
Carten arrived with fifteen minutes to spare. Early was on time, on time was late, and late was unacceptable. The last thing he was going to do was upset his CO and the XO by being late to something. He was dressed in the given PT uniform. A gray t-shirt with the word Navy in black letters on the chest, a black pair of sweat pants, and a black pair of running shoes. The schedule for the day was full, and all of it was training. The first hour of the morning would be PT, followed by breakfast, fifteen minutes for a shower, then simulators until lunch.
The PT routine was simple. First the pilots of Delta Squadron would meet together for a for stretches, jumping jacks, pushups, crunches, sit ups, and other cardio and strength training exercises. After that they would go for a two mile run, followed by free lifting for the remainder of the time. Since Carten was early, he did what he should be doing, he started some early stretches to warm up for the hour of physical training ahead. Carten was looking forward to getting this part of the day over with so he could tend to his fighter, and then relax in ten forward when he was off duty. He was nearing the anniversary of his loss, and there was bottle of whiskey with his name on it.
[member="Daska Tess"] | Any other FO pilots
Carten arrived with fifteen minutes to spare. Early was on time, on time was late, and late was unacceptable. The last thing he was going to do was upset his CO and the XO by being late to something. He was dressed in the given PT uniform. A gray t-shirt with the word Navy in black letters on the chest, a black pair of sweat pants, and a black pair of running shoes. The schedule for the day was full, and all of it was training. The first hour of the morning would be PT, followed by breakfast, fifteen minutes for a shower, then simulators until lunch.
The PT routine was simple. First the pilots of Delta Squadron would meet together for a for stretches, jumping jacks, pushups, crunches, sit ups, and other cardio and strength training exercises. After that they would go for a two mile run, followed by free lifting for the remainder of the time. Since Carten was early, he did what he should be doing, he started some early stretches to warm up for the hour of physical training ahead. Carten was looking forward to getting this part of the day over with so he could tend to his fighter, and then relax in ten forward when he was off duty. He was nearing the anniversary of his loss, and there was bottle of whiskey with his name on it.
[member="Daska Tess"] | Any other FO pilots