LT Toxin Arlill: Inner Strength
Toxin Arlill
(( Gymnasium, Deck 5, USS Octavia E. Butler ))
Since his mission on Alpha Brenkelvi II, Toxin had little time for workouts. Ever since he interfaced with the ancient computer in the caverns, he hadn't been feeling like himself. Moreover, he was assigned as the Operations chief around the same time, making it even more challenging to find personal time.
It took some time for Henri and his companion to become comfortable with their skin. They were finally finding their rhythm. Their comfort level with one another had significantly increased. To each of their surprise they’d found Henri had more abilities than just annoying Toxin all day long. Henri had the ability to not only get on Toxin’s nerves but also to feel them and even, only once, numb those nerves reducing pain. Both of them were eager to explore these abilities… when time allowed.
They were fortunate, Toxin had just finished a 18 hours shift and had too much on his mind to just go to bed. It was 0135 hours and most of the ship was asleep, it seemed like the most apt time to FINALLY visit the gym.
I would say “the two of them walked into the gym” and while it wouldn’t be wrong, anyone watching would see a single man enter talking to himself, fortunately, there was no one here.
oO Henri: Looks like we’ve got the whole gym to yourself (beat) ourself. Oo
Arlill: Lucky us. ::said in a positive tone::
Upon Henri's union with Toxin, the instances where they could engage with the ship's computer became sporadic. This seemed to be an unpredictable occurrence and not a matter of choice. But something tickled Henri tonight, it could be exhaustion, it could just be coincidence.
oO Henri: It’s happening again, I can feel the computer reaching out. Oo
Before Toxin could respond Henri sent a signal to the computer to initiate the gymnasiums holo generators, usually used for sparring practice and requested access to the emitters… it was granted. Before Toxin a man materialized, he was slightly taller than Toxin’s height, no doubt to annoy Toxin to no end. His hair was orange and blue this time, he’d appeared previously with orange and green hair, Toxin took a mental note to look into that later.
oO Is he in my head or is he being projected in front of me? Oo
Arlill: Are you really here or in my head.
Henri: Both, I guess?
Henri’s evolution from a computed response to that of a personality unique in it’s own right was remarkable, Toxin wished he could share it with Lhandon or someone he trusted, but he wasn’t sure what would happen to him yet, would they remove his rank and send him to a ward to be studied?
Arlill: ::walking around Henri and looking him up and down:: Why did you choose an gold workout top?
Out of all the questions he could have asked this was the first to come to his mind.
Henri: I didn’t (beat) I mean, I guess I did? I asked the computer to project me in the room and I was thinking about what I might look like outside of your visions. (beat) I guess I was thinking about Ops.
Arlill: If anyone comes in, just tell them you’re a new transfer (beat) a crew member from operations.
Henri: Good idea, might be easier to explain.
(( ooc: someone is welcome to join in or not. ))
Arlill: Well let’s make the most of this then.
Toxin moved over to the workout bench and laid down on the flat surface, a holo panel appeared in front of him and he chose a weight, 84.1 kilograms. It was a new max for Toxin but since he’d been moving a lot of cargo lately, he thought he’d give it a shot.
Gripping the horizontal barbell he pushed up feeling the entire weight of the 84.1 kg. His elbows bent and the bar lowered towards his chest. Now, before I proceed, I have to tell you how impressive these newer ships are, literally nothing can hurt you unless you really try and Toxin had no intention of getting hurt working out and having to explain his private workouts to Lhandon or anyone else, so the safeties were left engaged. Toxin knew the bar couldn’t crush him, but he had no intention of letting the safeties help, so he pushed, and he pushed hard.
Henri: You’re turning red, are you ok? (beat) I can feel your muscles burning.
Arlill: Maybe a little help (beat) a spot?
Henri moved over to help spot Toxin, but before he could place his hands on the barbell he paused and focused. He could feel the nerves around the muscles indicating the the muscles were strained. Henri tried hard to focus on the nerves controlling Toxin’s endorphins, he felt as the endorphins released and the muscles pain alleviated.
Toxin was caught off guard, the barbell was heavy one moment and the next Toxin was throwing it up into the air as if it were a ball he was playing catch with. His heart was pounding and his vision blurred for a moment.
Arlill: What did you do to me!? (beat) How?
Henri: I don’t know, I just saw a way to help you push harder.
Toxin grabbed one of the tricorders from the unit on the wall and ran it over himself. The readings were all elevated, heart rate, respirations, endocrine system, everything. The tricorder warned of possible stroke like levels if endorphins increase.
Arlill: I think we’re going to call it a day for now. We need to study this…
[[ End Scene for Toxin Arlill ]]
Lieutenant Toxin Arlill
Chief of Operations
USS Octavia E Buttler NCC-82850
Writer ID.: O239910TA4