<div style="background-color:#000040; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><div style="background-color:black; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><img alt="" src="http://i.imgur.com/YSvkqfQ.png" style="float:right; padding:6px;"/><br/>Down and then up. Down and then up again. The piece of metal machinery, looking like the axle to some vehicle, braced on her shoulders with weighted cargo boxes strapped to the ends. Down and up again, she squatted into a series of reps even as the sweat beaded on her brow. Muscles in her body tighten and groaned in silent protest though she seemed to care little for that. It was a workout. It was meant to hurt, meant to cause pain. Through pain, you became stronger and tougher. The tougher you were, the better you were and the better you were, the less shit you had to take from people. <br/><br/>Tora wanted to be the strongest. <br/><br/>There was no count in her head, no tally being kept. As she squatted low and pushed back up, she kept her gaze fixed on a point straight ahead. Life on this hunk and shit was not the best. It was tough, frustrating and downright pissed her off most days, but it was all that she had left. All those years ago she had made a choice, or a choice had been made for her, it was what it felt like now that she thought about it. A glance at her fingerless gloved hand, the only other movement she had made in the past ten minutes. Grip white knuckle and tight as she continued to with her physically demanding exercise and thought back to how she ended up in this shit hole. <br/><br/>Fate or the Universe or whatever the fuck was out there had marked her. Cursed her and now she was on the run because her life just needed to get fucked over apparently. She had it all. Money, fame, power and respect. Now, look at her. A security officer on board a hunk of space shit that could barely keep its ass in the air most days. To say that she had expected to live like this was a fucking joke an enormous fucking joke. This was not what she had fought so hard for, or was not the life she envisioned when she had trained and bled for. Whatever this fucking life was, it was not what she was destined to be. Not by a fucking long shot. A final squat was given before she was violently shoved out of her own little world. <br/><br/>Up became down and that meant the improvised weight on her shoulders suddenly became very light. Now on what had once been the ceiling she released her hold on the axle and tumbled to her feet, only to take a crate to the face. Round and around she went, some of the boxes and various other cargo she was able to block or dodge. However, more made contact with her than she would have liked. The last one that struck her was heavier than she expected and it pinned her to the wall when the world returned to normal. Which meant she slid down back to the ground and had to push the box off of her before she could head to the wall to try for the coms. <br/><br/>“Hello! What the fuck just happened?” nothing but static on the other end. “Fuck!” she swore and made off to the galley when she spotted Aestria, Zin, and his damn bird. Everything was wrecked, but thus far they appeared to be in one piece. “You two ok?” she asked then as an after thought she quickly added. “Anyone know where Corentin or Fiona were before this shit all happened?” she likely looked like a mess. Some blood and dirt covered her body, and the shorts and sports bra she wore were equally disheveled in appearance. Though, despite that, she barely seemed phased by anything.<br/><br/>They needed to take stock of one another and then take stock of ship. Find out what happened, get the shit fixed and get moving again.</div></div>