"Hrrgh... Six!"

It was his first time on solomon since passing through here as a formality during his initial induction as a sentinel. He was not particularly fond of the planet- it was crawling with xenos. He missed the rolling hills and valleys of appalachia, and more than that he missed when everyone had two arms and two legs. It was also incredibly annoying that the vast majority of workout equipment in the sentinel gym was designed for some really funky physiology.

"Hrrrgh... Se-ven!"

That's not to say it was all bad. The other sentinels, for the most part, had a similar outlook among all species it seemed. This meant that the xenos he specifically worked with weren't that bad. And some of the other human members of the vanguard stationed in the complex were able to point him to areas that were frequented mostly by humans. But still, he always eventually got tired of the urban local he was stationed in. He could only take so much polite tolerance before desiring to go somewhere where he could speak freely.

"Huh-grrrrrrr..... EIGHT!"

With a sigh, his shaking arms slowly set the weight back on its stand, and he sat up. For three months the sentinels had had him off the active APRCOM roster; supposedly it was against regulations to keep putting an operator on ops back to back. He hated regulations, and was tired of pumping iron in this fucking gym. And he could only read so many medical journals on kyremian chemical complications before he wanted to throw the tablet against the wall.

He slowly made his way into the sentinel's shared lounge- empty at the time being. He hadn't even bothered to towel off, he merely sat his sweaty ass down and tried to contemplate what to do with the OTHER 22 hours in the day.