Drift had allowed himself, maybe, a good two or three minutes to be overwhelmed by his predicament before deciding to rebalance himself. This station wasn't the Lost Light - nothing ever would be - where he could slap on a pair of magno-clamps and walk about the ship's hull. Contemplate the harmony of the universe in the vacuum of space, all that.
The next best thing to meditation and fostering inner peace was, naturally, finding something to beat the hell out of. Never overlook the catharsis of incredible violence. Against simulated opponents, of course.
By the time Drift had made it down to the training room, he had procured two swords, both strapped on either hip of his holoform. It would have been more conducive to his training to come out in person, but he didn't want to hurt some poor organic by accident overdoing it. Speaking of which, apparently, this room had already been claimed by someone else. Human, male, and demonstrably well-trained, but was that...?
"I'm curious as to what vendetta you could have against the Mystery Machine."
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The next best thing to meditation and fostering inner peace was, naturally, finding something to beat the hell out of. Never overlook the catharsis of incredible violence. Against simulated opponents, of course.
By the time Drift had made it down to the training room, he had procured two swords, both strapped on either hip of his holoform. It would have been more conducive to his training to come out in person, but he didn't want to hurt some poor organic by accident overdoing it. Speaking of which, apparently, this room had already been claimed by someone else. Human, male, and demonstrably well-trained, but was that...?
"I'm curious as to what vendetta you could have against the Mystery Machine."