"The Body is a Temple," Ajax said as he completed another repetition of four point push ups, just as he had said after each of the previous 99 repetitions. He let out a sigh as he got himself back up to his feet. He glanced over at his phone and noticed that he had a deployment order. He read over the details of his deployment and saw that he had plenty of time before it was necessary to report to transport. He moved over to the weights on the walls and strapped 50lbs weights to each wrist and each ankle. He was a glutton for punishment as he worked to build the strongest temple. He repeated the Mantra again as he squatted and lunged his way across the rubberized floor of the gym. Even with all of the marvels of modern science and the awesome power of spirits, the space was still permanently etched with sweat. The smell permeating from the floors and the walls. But, for Ajax and many others in WMD, this was home away from home. Even more so than the dorm room for Ajax. In the dorm it was a tight space. It was spartan. It was necessary, but it did not even offer enough space to do anything more than rudimentary stretches, at least not for the hulking form of Ajax Armstrong. The gym had everything Ajax could ever need, all the space he could require for his daily ritual. Healthy food and drink on demand. Even those unhealthy energy drinks that some people were so obsessed with.

"The Body is a Temple," the mantra repeated again, this time through effort as he began adding more weights and changing the movements. Soon sweat began to run all over his body as it attempted to cool the overworked muscles. He continued on in this fashion for some time, adding more and more weight as he progressed until his veins could barely be contained within his skin. This was a daily practice, part of his mantra. However, today he ended it early on account of the mission. After all, Ajax didn't want to burn through all of his stamina when there would be more work to do later. He showered, put a shirt on, and went back to his dorm where he would rest until it was time to go. When his phone reminded him that it was time to get up and prep, Ajax quickly rolled out of bed and gathered his things. He carried his war hammer and his satchel into combat and little else beyond what was required. He strapped on his combat boots and made his way to the garage.

Checking over the details of the mission once again he found the correct transport and Celise. "Ah, good day! Are you joining us on this mission, or just getting us to it today?" Ajax asked, recalling from their few prior interactions that she was in Navigators.