[ Nathaniel Isley | Flight Deck Gym] Attn: @Auctor Lucan
As an ensign Nathan had lost his privileges when it came to adjusting the gravity of a room, but when it came to being a pilot he now had access to one of his favorite rooms. There was a soft clinking of metal as the weights lifted up and down. The sound of old earth music playing loudly as Isley moved about dressed in a muscle shirt and track shorts.
Currently he was on rep forty five of a sixty pound bench press. Since he hadn't done this in a long time he had decided to set the weights low for his body, and focus on forum it was endurance training not about lifting the most but lifting something a hundred times.
His com-badge had been mysteriously turned off and left in his locker. He had been avoiding the other pilots as well. He hadn't locked the door since he lacked the authority to do that, but he had made no attempt to speak to anyone who had come and gone this morning. This was his plan for the entire day since he wasn't on active flight duty yet. He had already flown once and his bird had the all clear if they scrambled than he wouldn't need to go far to get dressed and armed.
So until that general order was given he just had to kill time and avoid anyone and everyone else.
The song Isley is blasting in the room