Violet was in her training room. The technology inside her...was allowing her to learn. To get better with practice. The possibilities of this technology...

"Voice command on. 7.32 time Earth's gravity."

The machine whirred into life, increasing the gravity to Violet's oddly specific number. The Android did not show the slightest physical sign that she was affect, as she strikes a defensive pose. Three robot foes should be sufficient for a warm-up and combat recalibration. After that, she should begin her real training.

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The gravity machine is set at x25. Violet is physically worn, bleeding places, her lab clothes are torn and ragged. She is sweating, and breathing heavily to vent her cooling systems. At her feet lay the three robots. Clear signs of damage are present on them, but they slowly get up again. Red Ribbon be damned. [i]This[/i] was combat training. She smiled, ready for another round.