Ahh the physical, the necessary evil of piloting a huge war machine. You actually had to be in half decent shape. Which really ran opposite to Penny's love of american cereal and chocolate. But she would get through it, part of her private training was staying in an acceptable level of fitness for combat. Luckily as a sniper she wouldn't be exerting herself as much as say a Melee unit like Jan Van Gent. She wondered if that's why Agatha Smith was able to stay active even at her age because her role on the battlefield was a more passive one.

She returned to her barracks which was a small room at the base and began to change into her shorts and vest which doubled as workout gear and her pajamas. She started her crunches and pushup circuit and within 20 mins she realized that she was probably a little more out of shape than she would have liked to admit but she kept at it. She hadnt gotten particularly friendly with any of the other pilots so her workout regime would not be distracted by any social life, not yet anyway.


She picked up her pocket computer after collapsing after her 55th pushup and began scrolling through the dossiers again out of boredom, needless to say it wasn't very long before she found herself switching between Tahlia and Stein's image galleries, old habits die hard. Penny fell asleep  a few minutes afterwards, she wouldn't be asleep for long but she would have some very good dreams.