SIM:Lael Rosek - Depressive Rage Part I (Gorkon): Difference between revisions

<nowiki>::</nowiki> No reason. He couldn’t put it into text. Between JAG and the transfer, he just felt rage. Maybe a bit more than that also: depression. He ate his breakfast despite not being truly hungry. As Sarah had told him, he had to eat eventually as a hypoglycemic CMO was no good to anyone. Once breakfast had concluded, he took his weight gloves from the closet and headed to the gym. He knew Lael had just returned to the ship from her leave, so it was unlikely she’d miss an opportunity to catch up with a friend. ::

<nowiki>::</nowiki> He put his gloves on and walked over to the rack where they kept the plates, taking two of the fifty pounders and loading them on an incline bar. He clipped the bars in place before laying on the bench and began a set of thirty reps, keeping his shields in place for the moment. It wasn’t long before the ladies showed up. ::