The training area was empty. Everybody was either asleep or at breakfast. Haylen was neither. When they came back to Ignis from UR06, he had had been allowed to put his equipment in the locker room, take a shower, and eat something. Then he had been literally sent to bed by Leon.
Ten hours of sleep. He had woken up an hour before the wake up call. Headache gone, not the least sleepy. So he put on sweatpants, t-shirt and a hoodie, twined his hair into a sloppy bun and went into the training hall before any medic could catch him and have opinions.
There wasn’t much options for amp training except the sim programs, and he couldn’t run them without booking one first. However, there was a couple of boxing bags. Definitely not made for withstanding the full force of an amped attacker, but he was only using the most basic abilities now.
He put the earbuds in and started a metal playlist, mostly to keep the surroundings world off his mind for a little while longer. Concentrating the force field around his fist, keeping up a standard barrier meanwhile, he aimed a slow punch at the boxing bag. At least slow enough to let him focus on every movement, keep the barriers steady, and keep the gauntlet firm enough to give the bag a push before his hand or the barriers hit it.
Three punches, then he let the gauntlet go, keeping the barrier up, and formed another gauntlet on his other hand. Three slow punches. Then shift. Bit more speed this time. Eventually he fell into the music’s rhythm.
A movement caught his eye, startling him. Xander. He exhaled, realizing he had been holding the barrier automatically and reinforcing the gauntlet, as if ready for more fighting. He let the amp force go, slow enough to not get dizzy, then took out the earbuds.
“I… didn’t mean to sneak up on you like that”, the TR said guiltily where he stood in the doorway, already in working uniform. He walked closer. “I was on my way to the canteen and noticed someone was here, so I thought I’d check, and…” He stopped talking, fiddling with a spinner ring on his finger, while the color of his cheeks turned one step closer to the one of his long, deep red hair. “…and I’m rambling.”
“No it’s… Jus’ didn’t hear you”, Haylen said. He put his hands in his pockets, now that he had no weapon belt to rest his thumbs on.
Xander run a hand through his hair and looked at the boxing bag, walking closer. “I got a full report of the centipede from Tianyi last night. You people really went through the wringer there.”
“Another glorious day in the TF…”
Xander smiled a little, folding his arms and leaned back at the wall bars. It was that kind of arm folding that made him come off as even less intimidating, compared to, say, the captain, who only beefed up her usual scowl when doing it.
“I heard you had quite the backlash.”
Haylen looked at the floor in front of Xander’s feet. “At least I could sleep it off.”
“Was it only upgrades to the existing implants? The T9 system, I mean?”
There was more curiosity than concern in his voice now. Haylen found that was weirdly comfortable. It took the focus off from himself as a person, making it easier to talk about it.
“Bit of both. Some software upgrades, they put in more generators, more neurolinks, some new coordination units.”
“What system did you get from start? T4?”
“I may be older than you, but not that old.” He smirked some as Xander’s cheeks started to redden again. “T7.”
“Those are really good, from what I read. Integrateable with older systems, too. A lot of the high rankers say that’s how the Gamma war was won.”
Haylen shrugged a little. “With some help from the meat sacks carryin’em around, yeah.”
“Oh yes, I suppose they contributed some”, Xander snickered. “How come there was no T8, by the way? I haven’t found any information on that, except a couple of mentionings here and there.”
“It, uh…” Haylen eyed the ceiling. He wasn’t actually sure if the people in the T9 project had told them this was classified information or only unofficially urging them to not talk about it. Whatever. He didn’t owe them anything. “It was supposed to upgrade the T7, but… it sucked. Didn’t even connect. So they kind of picked’em out, rebuilt it an’ called it T9.”
Xander frowned. “Is that why they are so…” He paused, looking for a word.
“Fucked up?” Haylen suggested. “Don’t know really. They didn’t tell.”
“They could have started over.”
“Guess they didn’t want their investments goin’ wasted.”
Xander suddenly turned red again. “I… I did not mean to call you a mistake, I’m really really sorry.”
Haylen smirked. “You not be the first, eh.”
“Yes but… I mean…”
“Ey, Dots. It’s okay.”
Xander nodded. “Okay, good. Because… Yeah.”
There was a few moments of silence. Xander fiddled with his ring.
“You were goin’ have breakfast, no?” Haylen remembered.
“Yes. Yes I was.”
“I go with you then.”