Volke Atkinson

[LONGBOW]

Flight Journal

Entry Two,

It's been three weeks since the shuttle landed at Capetown. In that time, I've done more pushups, crunches, and pullups than I care to remember; and still more besides. For us, the day now begins at 0400 hours and ends when the last man finishes the evening run if we're lucky and the instructors are feeling generous; rude shock to those of us largely used to setting our own schedules. The station itself is unlike anything I've ever seen in the guild, not even Sheffield and Deshima could match its size and scope. The twenty of us were assimilated as soon as we landed into a group of thousands, all training to aid in some as yet unknown campaign. For now though we're simply running and jumping and being pushed to limit with no end in sight, and we can only imagine that it will be worth it.

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