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Snake Eaters Special Operations Unit (SESOU) most elite section is offering training to those who believe they are strong enough to become soliders whose very existence is offically denied by their own government, yet who have time and time again prevented the outbreak of true war, or been the lynchpin in the survival of The Shadowy State of Snake Eaters. The units name is not going to be revealed, as they are a top-secret black-operations unit. You will not know your instructors names or their faces, but they will train you to be the best you can be.

All members of the unit have mastered various paratrooper techniques, including low and high altitude diving skills, and are thoroughly acquainted with silent invasion techniques from under and over water. Moreover, they have an incredible amount of knowledge concerning wilderness survival techniques for both forest, jungle, desert, and mountainous areas; are well trained in shadow and tailing techniques, pyrotechnic and munitions handling, radio and satellite communications, the seizing and reusing of enemy weapons and items, the electronic collection information and surveillance, various martial arts, emergency medical operations, world linguistics, and various other unreleased special skills.

Due to the rigorous demands, both mental and physical, placed upon members of this particular unit, members are never chosen as civilians, but are drafted instead from a myriad of armed forces recruits and self-nominees from various special forces.

Candidates must successfully pass exams in three different areas, these being: Physical, Psychological, and Intelligence.

Physical Exam

Ability to run short distances at great speed
Ability to perform 80 push-ups at an even, uninterrupted pace
Ability to perform 100 situps at an even, uninterrupted pace
Ability to swim 50 meters at an even, uninterrupted pace
Knowledge and ability to perform underwater dives
Ability to sustain a 15 hour march carrying a backpack of 30 kilograms 64 kilometers

Psychological Exam

The ability to recover from various psychological drugs and disorienting events in a set amount of time
The ability to maintain concentration in any environment
The ability to endure pyschological pain and trauma
The ability to control concious and subconcious behaviors
ESP expectancy score within predefined limits
Marksmanship skills persistent under varying environmental circumstances
The ability to make firm decisions in times of emergency, imminent personal injury, or haste

Intelligence Exam

The ability to read, write, communicate, and quickly grasp foreign languages
Knowledge of the location of the majority of nations within the world, and their global relation
A firm grasp of current world events and their impacts
Experience with and knowledge of the latest in high technology
First aid experience and the capability to treat injuries sustained in the field
Knowledge and experience of and with various munitions
Grasp of modern silent communication methods, and the ability to operate such
Knowledge and experience of and with various models of foreign and domestic weaponry
Ability to follow and remember specific drills and lessons

Those candidates who pass the initial course are then led to take the training courses, which consists of:

Battlefield survival test (14 weeks in duration)
Marksmanship and sniper practice (100% take down of targets at 548 meters, 95% of targets 914 meters away),
Patrol and guard duties,
Mountain terrain combat and survival techniques,
Martial arts and hand-to-hand combat,
Undetected border crossing,
Guerilla combat,
Land and air navigation,
Map reading and interpretation,
Escape techniques,
Field medicine practices,
Weapons studies,
Nautical control and navigation,
Silent diving and underwater combat techniques,
Self-propelled boat control,
Skydiving practice (4 weeks in duration),
Paratrooper skydiving practice: H-A-L-O and H-A-H-O,
11 free skydiving exercises, (15 in full combat gear, 2 in nighttime blackout gear, 2 strategic diving exercises)
Language and customs of major world power (4 weeks in duration),
Silent and undetected movement exercises,
Pyrotechnics, creation and use,
Hi-tech arms use and control,
Mean of communication (16 weeks in duration)

Those who pass this course can expect to be the best of the class. The attrition rate is high, so you must be fully dedicated to the task at hand before you even consider attempting this

EDIT: IMPORTANT NOTICE
This training is open to all. It doesn't matter what colour, race, creed, religion, species, or sex you are; if you can do it, then you are welcome

OOC: Bump

Bump

We will send someone to take this course.
What kind of information on the test takers are you looking for?

ooc: MT, PMT or FT?

OOC: This particular unit uses MT weapons, so assume MT. Although I'm an FT nation, this unit prefers MT. (I'm odd)

IC: A form is now being supplied for vital information

Name:
Age:
Weight:
Height:
Build:
Relavant Previous Expierence: (parchuting, SCUBA etc)
Special Skills:

Name: Jerome Fen
Age: 20
Weight: 132lb
Height: 5'4"
Build: lean/whipcordic
Relavant Previous Expierence: Static and mobile parachuting, certified scuba diver, belts in three different martial arts, national tournament grade archer.
Special Skills: degree in miltary and politica sciences

Theao, this is acceptable. Your man can begin the course

ooc: is the course done 1-1 style or do you need a few more people?

OOC: I like to have a class of a few ppl. Can you help at all?

ooc: get Kay to sign up, after that, my recruiting skills are poor.

OOC: No. I've shown her, and if she doesn't want in, that's fine. You've got Aust and ppl like tht RP'ing with you regulary, try them

ooc: will try, ask MM sliver

You rang?

I'll send Captain Sergei, of Sergei's Raiders

Name: Sergei (no surname)
Age: CLASSIFIED
Weight: CLASSIFIED
Height: 2 meters
Build: muscular, like a runner or a hunter
Relavant Previous Expierence: Former Merc, also survived on a few hostile planets, served in the IMC until he was discharged for conduct unbecoming an officer and a gentleman(falling in love with one of his sargeants)
Special Skills: preternatural speed, familiarity with archaic weapons, unparralelled shot, good with animals, interesting adrenaline reaction(the exact nature of this reaction is classified under the Defense of the Realm act), really big pet lizard, flair for languages

Lack of details is enough to raise suspicions. You may send your man, but he will be watched carefully at every stage of the proceedings. We have secrecy to protect our men from being hunted... but why you must have this is unknown

Lack of details is enough to raise suspicions. You may send your man, but he will be watched carefully at every stage of the proceedings. We have secrecy to protect our men from being hunted... but why you must have this is unknown

Captain Sergei has been directed to presentr you with a packet containing the details of this secrecy when he arrives at the training center, the contents explain everything.

The Package contains this document, along with the revelant reports from the spec-weps division:

He's been gene-modded, we don't want anyone to know, his true age is rather disturbing, at over 120 years old, with a physichal appearance of about 20, he weighs only 90 kilos but has strength completely out of proportion to his size, he has also been modified to have increased reaction times and an increased reaction to adrenaline, unfortunately that has caused a bit of an agressiveness problem, which is managed through low dosages of tranquilisers(they cause no inhuibition, merely calm him down), his adrenaline reaction has been increased threefold over that of a normal mans, under a fight or flight situation his already impressive speed and strength multiply, as well as a time dilation effect, where his opponents seem to slow down, the drawback to this is that combat for him is infinitely more fatiguing than for others, since his fights seem to last approximately twice their actual length, and impose a concurrent streain on his body.

OOC: Hm... he sounds like my main character... only weaker in a few respects. Just for notes, Col. James Cougar is the CO of this part of SESOU, and is 26 yrs old. He has seen numerous battles, more than people would believe, and has participated in numerous covert operations. His life has been extended by Warfare to in excess of 600 years, and he has had extensive gene therapy, a large majority of which occured as the result of The Leviathan Project. He is, essentially, super-human

OOC: I'm interested, but are cybernetic societies allowed into this?

OOC: It depends on how far you class cybernetics. I class slight enhancements as alright, you know like slight tweaking, but anything major like super-strength or speed or endurance is out

OOC: Hm... he sounds like my main character... only weaker in a few respects. Just for notes, Col. James Cougar is the CO of this part of SESOU, and is 26 yrs old. He has seen numerous battles, more than people would believe, and has participated in numerous covert operations. His life has been extended by Warfare to in excess of 600 years, and he has had extensive gene therapy, a large majority of which occured as the result of The Leviathan Project. He is, essentially, super-human

OOC: Well Captain Sergei is based on Prince Roger, from a series that Theao and I have both read, along with a few other people,(Prince Roger actually went undercover as Captain Sergei of Sergei's Raiders in one of the books, but Roger had a few advantages that my Sergei lacks) in the end I made Roger, who was, for all intents and purposes, an unstoppable killing machine, and gave him a few weaknesses(the adrenaline thing and a couple of others that are less readily apparent), I thought that maybe he'd be a bit more balanced that way.

OOC: It depends on how far you class cybernetics. I class slight enhancements as alright, you know like slight tweaking, but anything major like super-strength or speed or endurance is out

OOC: Well then I guess I'll have to leave Data, Hugh, and Q at home huh?

OOC: Well then I guess I'll have to leave Data, Hugh, and Q at home huh?

OOC: First off - Data is an android, and Q is... well, a Q. Only Hugh is cybernetic, and bring them, and you fail on principle

OOC: First off - Data is an android, and Q is... well, a Q. Only Hugh is cybernetic, and bring them, and you fail on principle

OOC: It figures there'd be at least one other trekkie on here, and yeah you're right, only Hugh is a Borg, although there're not even many modern trekkies who know of Hugh, I honestly expected I'd have to explain who they were to you, well it just goes to show...

OOC: It depends on how far you class cybernetics. I class slight enhancements as alright, you know like slight tweaking, but anything major like super-strength or speed or endurance is out
OOC:Oh well, that rules out half my canditates, nontheless, I still have baselines who are good.
IC:

Name: EBG 179 (Society name destroyed upon Academy Graduation)

Age: 28

Weight: 137 lb

Height: 5' 6"

Sex: Female

Build: Atheletic.

Relative Previous Experience: Graduated the Foxtecha Elite Black Guard Academy in 2067, valadictorian. Fought in the past two Quiblechistan conflicts. Was a part of the New Hivez Embassy Protection Agency for two years before graduating the academy.

Special Skills: Domestic Degree (2 Years) in Foreign Language & Culture, Domestic Degree (2 Years) in Medicine.

Cybernetics: No, baseline human.

Weapon of Choice: Sniper Rifle, Vuhifellian Assault Rifle, anything with a scope.

OOC: It figures there'd be at least one other trekkie on here, and yeah you're right, only Hugh is a Borg, although there're not even many modern trekkies who know of Hugh, I honestly expected I'd have to explain who they were to you, well it just goes to show...


OOC: My entire space fleet is based off ST... with some modifications on Fed. designs. Anyway, RP your guys arriving everyone, I've got to go, so I'll check in the morning

Jerome got off the plane and headed to the luggage rack before heading to get a taxi to the military base he'd been told to go to.

OOC: My entire space fleet is based off ST... with some modifications on Fed. designs. Anyway, RP your guys arriving everyone, I've got to go, so I'll check in the morning

OOC: I see, another big trekkie fan, I just use the names sometimes, and then only the less known ones.(Can I at least bring Locutus of Borg?)

IC:

The Captain was not pleased, he had been ordered here with little or no details except that he would bde given advanced training alongside members of a friendly nation, then they had ordered him to give this packet to whoever was in charge of the training, he'd seen what was in the packet, he didn't care thaqt it was about him, he did care that his existance was a closely guarded state secret that would soon be known to another polity, he thought that was a very bad thing, but orders were orders and he'd been selected for the project because he was ultimately loyal to the government over everything else, even himself.

When he arrived he was pleased at the scope of the visible facilities, they were well maintained and seemed to be well equipped as well, he thought he might actually enjoy this, maybe, assuming he didn't accidenatlly kill anybody, which tended to make brass get pissy.

He had with him his standard Parkins&Spencer 11mm magnum rifle and his bead pistiols, the sword across his back wasn't just for show either, but that's another story, he wondered if they'd let him keep his stuff or make him train on that mil-spec shit, which was admittedly a good way to do things, since training on shit meant that if he shot okay with those inaccurate POSs they issued, then he was bound to shoot alot better with his smokepole, he guessed it wasn't all a bad thing, just mostly shitty, although if they tried to take his pistols and sword they'd probably end up eating them, with prejudice.

OOC: MM, I doubt that SE'll mind me answering for him when I say: if you are blatant about bringing in ANY ST chars, ESPECIALLY any Borg, not only will you fail, you will die.*

*If he doesn't kill you, I will.

OOC: Thank you Kay. This is a notice to all of you: Your chars MUST be original. They can be based off others, but not use their names etc... you should also know that in SE history, we had a war with the Borg, thus bringing any is cause enough to wipe you from the face of NS

IC: When the cadets arrived (they were termed cadets no matter what their rank), they would see the facility from which this branch of SESOU operated. It was truly an impressive facility, with multiple wings to facilitate differing training, of all kinds. It's setting was also suited to it's work, as it backed onto the ocean, and in the distance, the Cobrian mountains could be seen rising above the landscape, stretching to pierce the sky.

A figure, dressed all in black, was stood in front of them. He was about 5'8'', and looked about 180 pounds. His every muscle was highly toned, and his every movement was not sharp and jerky like people expected it to be, but was instead fluid and graceful, as if it was no real chore to him. They did however see his face, despite what they had been told, and that was because this man was not going to be training them. Colonel James Cougar was twenty-seven years old, and had taken some time away from his magickal studies to run this course. He surveyed the two cadets before him, and smiled slighty,"I take it you are both here for the training... interesting"

OOC: MM, I doubt that SE'll mind me answering for him when I say: if you are blatant about bringing in ANY ST chars, ESPECIALLY any Borg, not only will you fail, you will die.*

*If he doesn't kill you, I will.

OOC: I really try to avoid bringing in well known(IE Kirk, Picard, Janeway) characters into my RPs, I base quite a few of my characters off of books, and may even use their names, but I won't use a name that is likely to be recognised easily as belonging to that person(IE Prince Roger, versus calling him Baron Chang or Captain Sergei, or Augustus Chung, same guy with three names, and even if you read the books you'll probably only know him as Prince Roger) so it's not really a problem for me.

OOC: Thank you Kay. This is a notice to all of you: Your chars MUST be original. They can be based off others, but not use their names etc... you should also know that in SE history, we had a war with the Borg, thus bringing any is cause enough to wipe you from the face of NS

IC: When the cadets arrived (they were termed cadets no matter what their rank), they would see the facility from which this branch of SESOU operated. It was truly an impressive facility, with multiple wings to facilitate differing training, of all kinds. It's setting was also suited to it's work, as it backed onto the ocean, and in the distance, the Cobrian mountains could be seen rising above the landscape, stretching to pierce the sky.

A figure, dressed all in black, was stood in front of them. He was about 5'8'', and looked about 180 pounds. His every muscle was highly toned, and his every movement was not sharp and jerky like people expected it to be, but was instead fluid and graceful, as if it was no real chore to him. They did however see his face, despite what they had been told, and that was because this man was not going to be training them. Colonel James Cougar was twenty-seven years old, and had taken some time away from his magickal studies to run this course. He surveyed the two cadets before him, and smiled slighty,"I take it you are both here for the training... interesting"

OOC: I never knew about the Borg war, but, I also never seriously considered using Locutus, or any of the others from ST, they don't fit with my character set for character RPs.

IC:

"Sir, Yes sir. My commanding officer ordered me to give you this packet of information before any training began, sir." The words came from a relatively tall man, 2 meters, wearing a well worn chameleon suit and armed with a wide variety of weapons, his eyes reminded most people of a bird of prey of some type, not an eagle, which has a certain majesty about it, instead more of a hawk, a swift predatory shape wrapped around a mind like a buzz-saw, he was an intimidating man, although the instructor seemed completely un intimidated.

Cougar was unphased by the mans appearance... he believed that skill, not size, made the solider. He took the package, and read the opening letter, before looking back at the man,"I see... I shall have to speak with you later. Go inside, and you will be relieved of your weapons. Failure to comply will result in instant expulsion"

Cougar was unphased by the mans appearance... he believed that skill, not size, made the solider. He took the package, and read the opening letter, before looking back at the man,"I see... I shall have to speak with you later. Go inside, and you will be relieved of your weapons. Failure to comply will result in instant expulsion"

"Sir, yes sir. Will we recover them at the end of our training here?" The Captain didn't like giving up his guns, and he really hated giving up his blade, he had gotten it from a man who had borne it across a planet beside one of his closest friends, and he was loath to part with it, however, his feelings were of no import at this time, so he moved to comply with the mans order.

"Yes, you will recieve them back when you either finish the course, or are thrown out. No other way"

"Yes, you will recieve them back when you either finish the course, or are thrown out. No other way"

"I understand."

Name: Vylann
Age:31
Weight:176 lbs.
Height:6'2
Build:Broad shouldered but not bulky

Relavant Previous Expierence: advanced weapon through Decka School of Defense, Spent 5 years becoming master of 4 martial arts practices(shao lin, thai kwon do, karate, created own defense technique called Tsai-Nao) 4 years Elite Guard of the Tsynarian Prime Minister, was taken as a POW during the attack of Verail, but escaped and assasinated the Rebel Lead General Celki.

Special Skills: Unable to feel pain, will keep going until is dead if necessary, able to change skin color (not able to become invisible, more of a camo) able to use a special type of echolocation as a means of finding objects in dark, faster reflexes than most because of genetic cell sense acceleration.

OOC: I see Godmods all over you char, Cleansed Ones. Either make him more realistic, or don't bother

OOC: SE dear, you're much more forgiving than I am.

OOC: so has my char been accepted into the SESOU or should I go play Halo 2 on X-Box live now?

"Greetings Commander, my name is Jerome Fen, what should I do as I do not have any weapons on me." Fen replied

OOC: so has my char been accepted into the SESOU or should I go play Halo 2 on X-Box live now?
OOC: He said for you to post your arrival.

IC:
Iliyakim approached. Why am I here again?

He had at one point been a soldier, second only to Commander Faris of Sarnor Zotreth...before he had killed another officer in a fit of anger.

Ordinarily, he would have been killed, but his "skills" had made him good for other uses.

Bah. They merely wanted me to serve as a guinea pig for experimental purposes. Maril --

He nearly crumpled as a wave of pain lanced through him.

He had his life, as well as unnatural (for a Drow) strength and endurance...but now his every thought was monitored...he was completely obedient and loyal to every wish of the Maril line...or they could kill him from anywhere.

OOC:
Bio.

Name: Iliyakim
Age: 359
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 36.4 kg

Note: Due to experiments made upon him, his endurance is half again that of a normal Drow (due to his previous training, he can probably go 100 kM in just over 2 days -- less than 40 hours if he can't stop), and his strength is about 95% of a human of equal size/weight with the same training (up from 75%).

OOC: that's a pretty interesting character Kaymiril, I'm gonna enjoy training with him, he looks pretty tough.

IC:

Captain Sergei walked into the building the commander had indicated, inside he turned over his sword, bead-pistols, and rifle, then he turned in his knives(all ten of them) and his hatchet, after relinquishing all of his weapons he decided to head back out and see what developed with the rest of the recruits.

the contact from The Cleansed Ones apologizes, and sends another more realistic candidate.

Name: Tylas
Age:32
Weight:174 lbs.
Height:6'1
Build:Broad shouldered, lithe
Relavant Previous Expierence: once a Elite guardsman to the Prime Minister of Varoso, fluent in , Thai-kwon-do, and Ku-satra(defensive technique used mainly for bodyguards.) Did some assasination/infiltration work with the Grey Ghost brigade.

Special Skills: Able to withstand most types of physical or mental torture through harsh training methods, has a knack for sniping, hand to hand combat.

OOC: He said for you to post your arrival.

OOC: Sorry, did not see

IC:

Golden Skies Airbase, Ground Control: Eureka 1, you are cleared to takeoff runway 5, cleared to takeoff as soon as you enter the runway.

Eureka 1: Thank you ground control, its been fun.
[to 179]: You strapped in?

EBG 179: Yup...

117 sat across from her while several of the 'higher ups' sat in the front of the dropship.

EBG 117: Oh well, I guess thats the price I pay for being over 80% machine eh?

EBG 179: Finally I can actually earn more respect than you.

James Macker: Shut up you two, this is just like any other operation, go in, complete the objective, get out. In this case 179's gonna actually rank up to a colonel if she passes.

EBG 179: Heh, finally 117'll stop bragging about his rank!

Eureka 1: SHUT UP ALL OF YOU!!! I'm sorry ground control, what was that.

Ground control: 179 will have to leave her MOLIGNAR Armor here, sorry 179 but you can't have any huge enhancements at the SESOU...

Eureka 1: Alright, she'll put it in the weapons locker in the dropship en route, we need to go.

Eureka 1 and his co-pilot checked everything out before igniting the engines.

Eureka 1: JACKEL Missiles Unarmed?
Co-Pilot: Check
Eureka 1: Machine gun unarmed?
Co-Pilot: Check
Eureka 1: Okay, we're ready to leave.

The Korsa dropship pulled into runway 5, and slower made its way down the concreate track, finally, after 2 miles of runway, they took off at a speed of 725 MPH towards Snake Eaters.

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Outside of Snake Eaters airspace

Eureka 1: Eureka 1 requesting permission to land inside Snake Eaters!

Co-Pilot: Aren't they expecting us?

Eureka 1: Yes, but I don't want to violate protocol, David's son is in the back you know!....

To be continued...
Sometime I don't know...

Tylas sat, waiting, too see if he would be applicable to begin his SESOU training. He sat in an meditative state, finding his inner chi to keep himself calm like his master had told him so many years ago, so that the anticipation did not stray him from his sense of self. Hopefully, soon he would learn if he would or would not make it.

hey man my bad, wasnt trying to offend anyone. i meant to put LIKE.

hey man my bad, wasnt trying to offend anyone. i meant to put LIKE.

OOC: chill, it was a joke, if I was serious I would have torn a strip outta your hide, not just said that you might offend us jews... God I hate the internet, sarcasm just doesn't work on here. ARGH!!!!! Must kill interweb!!!!!!!!!!!

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but to the issue about my char being accepted

Are you able to train my 100,000 SHADOWNET spies. I need a little more training so they are my 'elite' soldiers. Up to the challange??

[OOC: I'm very interested and would like to send a recruit, if it's not too late.]

The Novikovian People's Military (NPM) is interested in partaking in this program, and wishes to submit an individual cadet into the program - at the SESOU Board's discretion, of course. Basic information is as follows:

Name: Anezka Streizovska
Rank: Mladshiy Leytenant (Vozdushno-Desantnye Vojska)
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Height: 163.46 cm
Weight: 60.5 kg
Build: Slim
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Black

Education: K-12 (Novikovian Public Schools), Two Years International Studies and Language at Grozny Public University. Fluent in Slovak, Russian, Czech, and French.

Training History: Basic training in Grozny Regional Barracks; Forced transfer to Grozny Regional Reserves; Joined Vozdushno-Desantnye Vojska on its formation; Airborne Training in Poldi'sk Air Academy; Marksmanship training upon return to Grozny; Combat reinforcement training in Grozny; Transferred to National VDV Combat Reserves in Poldi'sk; Promotion to Officer; Leadership training in Poldi'sk; Additional combat reinforcement training; Hand to hand combat training in Poldi'sk.

Combat Experince: None

Also, my government wishes to know is the cadet, throughout her training at the SESOU Training Course, will be permitted to use standard Novikovian weaponry - variations of the FAMAS G2 , or if general firearms proficiency will be required?

[signed] NPM Training Directorate (VDV)

Are you able to train my 100,000 SHADOWNET spies. I need a little more training so they are my 'elite' soldiers. Up to the challange??

No, we do have the resources to train such a large force, as we find it to be detrimental to our covert operations to do so. I would suggest that you send a single operative, who can then pass on his training to the others in this SHADOWNET unit.

[OOC: I'm very interested and would like to send a recruit, if it's not too late.]

The Novikovian People's Military (NPM) is interested in partaking in this program, and wishes to submit an individual cadet into the program - at the SESOU Board's discretion, of course. Basic information is as follows:

Name: Anezka Streizovska
Rank: Mladshiy Leytenant (Vozdushno-Desantnye Vojska)
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Height: 163.46 cm
Weight: 60.5 kg
Build: Slim
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Black

Education: K-12 (Novikovian Public Schools), Two Years International Studies and Language at Grozny Public University. Fluent in Slovak, Russian, Czech, and French.

Training History: Basic training in Grozny Regional Barracks; Forced transfer to Grozny Regional Reserves; Joined Vozdushno-Desantnye Vojska on its formation; Airborne Training in Poldi'sk Air Academy; Marksmanship training upon return to Grozny; Combat reinforcement training in Grozny; Transferred to National VDV Combat Reserves in Poldi'sk; Promotion to Officer; Leadership training in Poldi'sk; Additional combat reinforcement training; Hand to hand combat training in Poldi'sk.

Combat Experince: None

Also, my government wishes to know is the cadet, throughout her training at the SESOU Training Course, will be permitted to use standard Novikovian weaponry - variations of the FAMAS G2 , or if general firearms proficiency will be required?

[signed] NPM Training Directorate (VDV)

OOC: Few points, it's not actually SESOU, but the most elite branch of it. Theres about five different branches

IC: This is acceptable. As for your weaponry request, it is required that an operative who graduates this program to be capable of handling all weapons. Thankfully, the FAMAS G2 Assualt Rifle is included on this list, therefore there should be no conflict

OOC: Everyone else, I'm getting to you... eventually

OOC: He said for you to post your arrival.

IC:
Iliyakim approached. Why am I here again?

He had at one point been a soldier, second only to Commander Faris of Sarnor Zotreth...before he had killed another officer in a fit of anger.

Ordinarily, he would have been killed, but his "skills" had made him good for other uses.

Bah. They merely wanted me to serve as a guinea pig for experimental purposes. Maril --

He nearly crumpled as a wave of pain lanced through him.

He had his life, as well as unnatural (for a Drow) strength and endurance...but now his every thought was monitored...he was completely obedient and loyal to every wish of the Maril line...or they could kill him from anywhere.

OOC:
Bio.

Name: Iliyakim
Age: 359
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 36.4 kg

Note: Due to experiments made upon him, his endurance is half again that of a normal Drow (due to his previous training, he can probably go 100 kM in just over 2 days -- less than 40 hours if he can't stop), and his strength is about 95% of a human of equal size/weight with the same training (up from 75%).

Accepted. I'm going to leave it until he arrives.

OOC: What the hell... looks like a good place to make my re-enterance for the ... second time.
IC:
"Yes GODDAMMIT! I do know that I'm probably the most experienced Sergeant in the whole Illiorian combined forces, and for the thousandth time, NO!" Helj hung up the phone with a great sigh of frustration when will they learn? Helj thought as he sat down to his computer to see what was new in the world. After about two and a half hours, he found something interesting on the 3rd page of Googlezon. This looks like fun... he thought to himself, as he opened up Bercha's version of a word processor and typed up his official Dossier. After he finished He got up and faxed it to the number on the web page

Official Dossier
Name: Heljorn Borjarzin
Age: 41
Sex: Male
Rank: Master Sergeant

Branches of Military Service and time: Army: 2 years, Marines: 4 years, SOF:7 years

Phyiscal Condition and Attributes: Incredibly Athletic, Won the 100KM Death Cliff race(through desert and mountainous terrain), and won the 100M, 200M, 400M, and the triathalon at The Illiorian National Games

Combat Experience: Multiple Classified SOF operations, (many wars since I've been around: actual late may 03) and almost every war Illior has been in

Other training: Parajumps, desert combat, certified sniper( Longest kill, 1 thousand 800 meters), certified to fly most MT Helos and some aircraft, speaks 7 languages(Brought up learning 3, and fully cultural aware on 2: Illiorian and arabic ) and is medically certified to treat trauma patients

OOC: II.... there are some godmods here that I will not accept in this thread. You have a chance to rectify these... get rid of arctic combat, and also narrow down his language base. That's all I ask, then you can join us.

OOC: Sorry, did not see

IC:
Outside of Snake Eaters airspace

Eureka 1: Eureka 1 requesting permission to land inside Snake Eaters!

Co-Pilot: Aren't they expecting us?

Eureka 1: Yes, but I don't want to violate protocol, David's son is in the back you know!....

To be continued...
Sometime I don't know...

The tower came back instantly,"Eureka 1, maintain current heading and reduce speed to 200 MPH. You are cleared for landing on Runway 27 at Snake International, and are first in the stack. Once landed, contact ground control on 127.65 and request taxi clearance to Gate 3. You will be met at that gate, is that understood?"

Tylas sat, waiting, too see if he would be applicable to begin his SESOU training. He sat in an meditative state, finding his inner chi to keep himself calm like his master had told him so many years ago, so that the anticipation did not stray him from his sense of self. Hopefully, soon he would learn if he would or would not make it.OOC: Stop being impatient. I had to sleep y'know, and then exams during the day... you can wait, exams cannot

IC: Your man is accepted. He is to report by 2200 tonight at the location specified, and will be brought together with other members of his class

Captain Sergei walked into the building the commander had indicated, inside he turned over his sword, bead-pistols, and rifle, then he turned in his knives(all ten of them) and his hatchet, after relinquishing all of his weapons he decided to head back out and see what developed with the rest of the recruits.
OOC: Talk about over burdening yourself

IC: As Sergei left, Cougar gestured to him,"Captain, if you would come with me. Instructor, take these cadets to the dorm, and then return and wait for any more to arrive. If they aren't here by 0000, close the doors and lock them"

"Yessir!"

"Good... now if you would follow me Captain"

OOC: II.... there are some godmods here that I will not accept in this thread. You have a chance to rectify these... get rid of arctic combat, and also narrow down his language base. That's all I ask, then you can join us.
OOC: why arctic combat? it is an actual thing, and if you notice, He's only had 13 years of active military service. Probably should have added that he began at 18... but if that's what you want... OK, and also my true name is Illior, if you wouldn't mind using that instead of II, it aalmost had me confused with International Incedents

ooc: please reply to post 39

Tylas guided his sleek RAA-11 cruiser down onto the landing pad. Before him stood a large building. There was so much tension in the air that it would cause a widespread panic over normal troops, but he wasnt a normal fighter. He was one of the Grey Ghosts best, and hopefully after this training he would be better. He might even be able to take on the great Granissus in The Trials. Tylas felt a small twinge in his stomach from nervouseness, but it was only that, and not fear. He used fear to create more energy, because all fear could do was mess you up when you really needed a clear head.

At the entrance he was asked to relieve his weapons. All he carried on him was a short light sword, a leather whip and two water cooled tri-barrel laser handguns. Though small, they had seen him through many firefights. He drummed the tatoos imprinted upon them one last time before giving them up, after he was assured they would be returned to him. He had been ready to give up his weapons when he came, considering this was a training facility and they would be probably using the SESOU regulated armaments, but he felt almost naked without them. Almost, if it werent for his powerful spade shaped hands.

A few other soldiers were already waiting after he came in to the impressive structure. He studied each of them. These were trained warriors, such as himself. "This ought be fun" he thought to himself, and went in. The large doors closed behind him.

OOC: why arctic combat? it is an actual thing, and if you notice, He's only had 13 years of active military service. Probably should have added that he began at 18... but if that's what you want... OK, and also my true name is Illior, if you wouldn't mind using that instead of II, it aalmost had me confused with International Incedents

OOC: And? Look, eliminate the arctic warfare, and also narrow the language base, then you are in. And w/e about ur name, it doesnt matter. And TCO... SESOU doesn' have regulated arms... they each carry individual weapons. No energy weapons either, they prefer lead bullets

"Greetings Commander, my name is Jerome Fen, what should I do as I do not have any weapons on me." Fen replied

Cougar sighed, another one who couldn't get his rank right,"I am a Colonel, cadet. Be sure to remember it, for next time I will not be so forgiving. Simply step through these doors, and the instructor within will show you the dorms"

"Yes Colonel, I apologise if my form of address was incorrect." Fen replied as he walked through the doors.

"Yes Colonel, I apologise if my form of address was incorrect." Fen replied as he walked through the doors.

Cougar sighed as Fen walked through,Last one who did that was Faris... should contact him actually... I need some more information on this Drow whose coming

Inside the doors, an instructor with a balaclava over his face led Fen to the dormitory that he would be sharing with the other cadets. As first but one to be admitted, he had choice of bed. They were all the same, and for a time they wouldn't be used. The representative from The Cleansed Ones had already been led there, and should have been waiting for him.

Fen decided to sit down on the bed nearest to the main doorway.

OOC: can i join in or not? can female characters join?

OOC: And? Look, eliminate the arctic warfare, and also narrow the language base, then you are in. And w/e about ur name, it doesnt matter. And TCO... SESOU doesn' have regulated arms... they each carry individual weapons. No energy weapons either, they prefer lead bullets
Arright... It should have been fixed, from 13 to 7, and arctic training has been removed... And what would be best to arrive in, so I can RP it later.

OOC: I'm guessing I have permission to land a dropship?

Accepted. I'm going to leave it until he arrives.
Iliyakim approached Cougar, stopping a few feet away from the human.

"I would greet you in the manner of my people, Colonel, if it were not such a blatant lie. You have been sent my files, I presume."

His voice was flat and sharp -- like a knife, and his cold black eyes took everything in. He had a definite presence, which made him seem at least as tall as the human he had addressed -- quite a feat, to cover the half a foot gap.

OOC: I'm guessing I have permission to land a dropship?

Certainly... And Illior, a dropship is best... if not tht tech base, then aircraft. Three United Isles, read the first post. Then try again

IC: Cougar looked at the new Drow arrival, impressed by his prescense,"If you will not greet me in the manner of your people, then I will do the same, and not greet you in Drow language, as I intended to do. In answer to your question, yes, I did recieve your file just recently... Commander Faris spoke highly of you despite your actions. That alone is enough to make me trust you"

The Drow nodded.

"My name is Iliyakim. My rank is of no significance. And my past...should not be the deciding factor here."

Cougar sighed slightly. His voice was soft for a human, especially for a solider of his rank, one that should be shouting orders across a parade square,"It is not the deciding factor here, Cadet Iliyakim. I was merely commententing. You will be accomadated with the rest of your class, so step inside, where you will be signed in, relieved of any weapons you may carry... oh, and just as a note, I know Sarnor Zotreth learns teleportation, but if I catch it, and I will if it happens, you will be ejected from the cadre"

Cougar sighed slightly. His voice was soft for a human, especially for a solider of his rank, one that should be shouting orders across a parade square,"It is not the deciding factor here, Cadet Iliyakim. I was merely commententing. You will be accomadated with the rest of your class, so step inside, where you will be signed in, relieved of any weapons you may carry... oh, and just as a note, I know Sarnor Zotreth learns teleportation, but if I catch it, and I will if it happens, you will be ejected from the cadre"
"Usstan nym'uer lu' rothrl."

Iliyakim stepped inside, signed in, and removed his weapons. He had two knives, a gun, and from behind him he pulled a sword. For good measure, he removed his Thalack, Inthuul, and stepped beyond.

The quatermaster looked at the Thalack with questioning eyes, but then put it in the place reserved for his equipment. He signed Iliyakim in, and then another instructor took him to the dorm room

Iliyakim nodded to the instructor as they reached the dorm rooms, then went to the room he'd been assigned and hung up his cloak, slinging his bag onto a bed.

While laying on the bed, Fen noted another cadet came in. "Greetings, my name is Jerome Fen." He said as he stood up.

"I am Iliyakim."

"So where are you from?" Fen asked

The tower came back instantly,"Eureka 1, maintain current heading and reduce speed to 200 MPH. You are cleared for landing on Runway 27 at Snake International, and are first in the stack. Once landed, contact ground control on 127.65 and request taxi clearance to Gate 3. You will be met at that gate, is that understood?"

OOC: Stop being impatient. I had to sleep y'know, and then exams during the day... you can wait, exams cannot

IC: Your man is accepted. He is to report by 2200 tonight at the location specified, and will be brought together with other members of his class


OOC: Talk about over burdening yourself

IC: As Sergei left, Cougar gestured to him,"Captain, if you would come with me. Instructor, take these cadets to the dorm, and then return and wait for any more to arrive. If they aren't here by 0000, close the doors and lock them"

"Yessir!"

"Good... now if you would follow me Captain"


OOC: He's not overburdened, those weapons, except the rifle, are all pretty light, it all totals at about 17 kilos, most of the weapons are either naturally light or made of advanced composites whenever possible.

IC:

"Yes sir, if I may be so bold as to ask, what is the nature of thie conversation that you wish to have with me?" He asked this as he fell into step behind and to Cougars left. He was limited in what he could tell him, even if he already knew most of it from the packet he was given.

"Kaymiril."

"It'll be interesting training with you then." Fen replied as he sat back down.

Eureka 1: Roger that Snake Eater's, Eureka 1, out!

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EBG 179: Colonel, I can see that now, [I]Colonel 179 and Major 117...

James Macker: Coming into SESOU Airspace now, get ready 179.

117 is mulling heavily on how to pull his rank up to Colonel before 179 graduates SESOU...if at all

The dropship touched down outside what appeared to be the main building and the cargo bay door began to slowly open with the hydrolic* machinery*.

*OOC: I am too lazy to use spell check right now, sorry if these words are spelled incorrectly.

IC:

Slowly 179 got out of her seat, gathered her possessions* and made her way into the compound with 117 yelling after her.

EBG 117: We'll miss YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!

After she was about 20 meters away from the dropship, the cargo bay door closed, and began its ascent into the sky, accelerating to a speed of 700 MPH when she had reached the entrance...
OOC: SESOU doesn't have airspace. It's a single place, not the nation

IC: Cougar gestured to another instructor to take care of 179, who was led inside and given the same procedure as the others, before being taken to the dorm. It was important that, despite gender, these cadets learned to work together. If they didn't, none would pass

OOC: He's not overburdened, those weapons, except the rifle, are all pretty light, it all totals at about 17 kilos, most of the weapons are either naturally light or made of advanced composites whenever possible.

IC:

"Yes sir, if I may be so bold as to ask, what is the nature of thie conversation that you wish to have with me?" He asked this as he fell into step behind and to Cougars left. He was limited in what he could tell him, even if he already knew most of it from the packet he was given
OOC: w/e

IC: "It says in your file that you are in fact 160 years old, and gives full details of how you come to be so old. I want to make one thing clear to you, if you use your genetic enhancements to aid you in this any more than they do subconciously, then I will have you thrown off the course."

"Perhaps."

"So why are you here?" He asked as he lay down.

"So why are you here?" He asked as he lay down.
"I was told to be here."

OOC: SESOU doesn't have airspace. It's a single place, not the nation

OOC: Sorry, the humidity in this part of my state is realing getting to my head, not to mention the constant mix of heavy metal and muslim music from my neighbors, and not to mention the added factor of the next two weeks of my life is constant testing.....Ima take this weekend off to get a mental break.

"So present or ex-military following orders?" He asked

"Yes."

"So what special skills do you have?" Fen asked

"Darkvision."

OOC: SESOU doesn't have airspace. It's a single place, not the nation

IC: Cougar gestured to another instructor to take care of 179, who was led inside and given the same procedure as the others, before being taken to the dorm. It was important that, despite gender, these cadets learned to work together. If they didn't, none would pass


OOC: w/e

IC: "It says in your file that you are in fact 160 years old, and gives full details of how you come to be so old. I want to make one thing clear to you, if you use your genetic enhancements to aid you in this any more than they do subconciously, then I will have you thrown off the course."


"I was genetically modified, but those modifications are almost all passive, and the active ones are out of my control, they become active based on external circumstances, I cannot control them, sir."

"Not very talkative are you?" Fen asked

"No."

Jerome chuckled a bit at that before going back to pseudo-napping.

Iliyakim sat down on his bed, going into a meditative state -- it was easier on him than true conciousness.

After Tylas had made himself semi-comfortable on the modest bunks, he decided to get to know some of the other cadets who had already arrived there.
Not because he was incredibly talkative, but because it was better to start off on a good note in case they needed to do partner activities later.

"So, what are all your names and where are you from?" He directed toward the whole dorm, though it seemed half of it was in a meditative state

Ilyakim heard the human's voice, but didn't bother to rouse himself to find out what the question was.

"I was genetically modified, but those modifications are almost all passive, and the active ones are out of my control, they become active based on external circumstances, I cannot control them, sir."

I know the feeling well. I suggest that you now go to the dorm, and get to know your fellow cadets. It would be worth it

I know the feeling well. I suggest that you now go to the dorm, and get to know your fellow cadets. It would be worth it

"Understood sir." With that Sergei turns and walks to the dorms, he has no interest in getting to know the other recruits, although he'd most likely have no choice as time progresses he wanted to avoid knowing them so that he could avoid them knowing him, more than his name at least, everything else was classified.

Tylas just decided to wait, and someone would answer when they felt ready. He began doing a few one-handed pushups, then started stretching so as to stay limber.

Tylas just decided to wait, and someone would answer when they felt ready. He began doing a few one-handed pushups, then started stretching so as to stay limber.


"Move, now, your blocking the path kid."

Iliyakim notes the other human's arrival (they walk so d*mn loud), but doesn't look to see the fact his ears already picked up.

"Jerome Fen, Theao." Fen replied

"Move, now, your blocking the path kid."

An instructor heard this, and grabbed the captain by the back of his shirt,"Now... what was that all 'bout?

"Jerome Fen, Theao." Fen replied

When he heard the word Theao Sergei had to do a reassesment of the punks he'd be training with, he'd faced Theao when he was a merc, they fought pretty well, but they were a bit overconfident, at least in his opinion.

"Theao huh, well Jerome, at least I know there'll be one person who can at least possibly keep up with me here. I'm Captain Sergei, independent contractor."

An instructor heard this, and grabbed the captain by the back of his shirt,"Now... what was that all 'bout?

"He was in my way, I told him to move."

"He was in my way, I told him to move."

The instructor spun him round, and leant in close, his words carrying a dangerous edge,"Ever heard of common decency, CADET! You say 'Please, understood?"

Tylas did not like being told to move. The only reasons he obliged was because he did not feel like getting kicked out of the acadamy on the very first day, and he also might have to be paired up with this man later. Instead, he simply jumped backwards onto his cot, and found that place inside himself where he was calm. Anger simply got in the way.

Iliyakim heard the instructor's voice, and filed it in his mind for later recognition.

The instructor spun him round, and leant in close, his words carrying a dangerous edge,"Ever heard of common decency, CADET! You say 'Please, understood?"

"I was taught that military courtesy and decency only applied to those who outranked you, I'll do my best though." He wasn't intimidated, he'd been menaced by men alot worse than this one and the rebuke slid off of him like water.

Iliyakim opened his eyes to look at this new human. Barely-veiled disgust glinted out of them.

"Dos ph' natha wael."

Fen watched this little altercation with interest. This Sergei was turning out to be a real interesting asshat.

"I was taught that military courtesy and decency only applied to those who outranked you, I'll do my best though." He wasn't intimidated, he'd been menaced by men alot worse than this one and the rebuke slid off of him like water.
"Yeah, well get this. Whilst here, you don't outrank anyone. You and they are the same rank, so give them the decency and respect they deserve... or you are gone from this course, and good f****n riddance to you"

Iliyakim opened his eyes to look at this new human. Barely-veiled disgust glinted out of them.

"Dos ph' natha wael."

"Say what you will Drow, I was taught the way they taught me, I didn't choose this path, so you can stay outta this one, alright?"

Tylas watched from his bunk, and marked the man as a hot head. That was OK with Tylas, because hotheadedness didnt allow you to think as clearly, and was just one more distraction that got in your way on the battlegrounds. So really, all the man had done was taught Tylas one of his weaknesses, which if they were put against eachother he could use to his advantage.

"Yeah, well get this. Whilst here, you don't outrank anyone. You and they are the same rank, so give them the decency and respect they deserve... or you are gone from this course, and good f****n riddance to you"

"Understood sir."

"Say what you will Drow, I was taught the way they taught me, I didn't choose this path, so you can stay outta this one, alright?"

Watt was just about to let him go, but then refrained a moment,"I've warned you once, Cadet. Watch your tongue in my prescense..." I'm surprised the Colonel let such an arrogant f**kwit onto this course... gd'night cadets, have a good one, for tomorrow, the real things begins. Lights out at 2300"

"I wonder which of us will be the first to get assigned to be Asshat's partner first." Fen mused under his breath. He then lay back and began sleeping again.

"Say what you will Drow, I was taught the way they taught me, I didn't choose this path, so you can stay outta this one, alright?"

OOC: Noting SE's post

IC:
Iliyakim stood slowly. To watch him was to watch a snake uncoil, and to watch him walk was to see the deadly, fluid gait of a Classic Drow. His eyes were cold black steel, with twin pinpoints of light drawing focus to the lack of emotion within them.

He nodded at the instructor as he left, then whirled on Sergei. His whirl was not hasty...it could be described as languid in form...but lightening fast in speed.

"Military courtesy extends to everyone, rivvil, whether or not they rank above or below you. Why? Because with an attitude like yours, they will soon rank above you, and I garuntee they will remember each and every offense you lodged against them. Your assignments will either be suicide or menial, and you will fade into ignomity...or less. Your ignorance is astounding."

Watt was just about to let him go, but then refrained a moment,"I've warned you once, Cadet. Watch your tongue in my prescense..." I'm surprised the Colonel let such an arrogant f**kwit onto this course... gd'night cadets, have a good one, for tomorrow, the real things begins. Lights out at 2300"

OOC: I'll run with it, for now, althiough Sergeis gonna get him back if he has the chance, and Sergei can be oh so permanent about these things.

IC:

Sergei rolled with the blow, avoiding most of the injury, although the man was a weakling and it really didn't hurt he decided that he would have to deal with him somehow if the opportunity arose, nothing fatal, just humiliating.

After he straightened up he went to his bunk and simply put a washcloth beside it, then he went to sleep.

OOC: and now we see a nasty side effect of his modifications in the next post.

OOC: I have like 17 different IM windows open right now so its gonna be a crap post, srry

IC:

179 had made her way into the dorm, silently, as she heard an instructor yelling outside...

'Heh, just like home' was the first thought that sprang into her head as she heard a thud, probably the cadet being knocked onto the floor, and swearing...reminded her of the embassy siege in Quiblechistan.

She sat quietly on an empty bunk surveying the meditators and the one cadet trying to befriend everyone, before getting lost in the thought of a promotion if she graduated.

OOC: Noting SE's post

IC:
Iliyakim stood slowly. To watch him was to watch a snake uncoil, and to watch him walk was to see the deadly, fluid gait of a Classic Drow. His eyes were cold black steel, with twin pinpoints of light drawing focus to the lack of emotion within them.

He nodded at the instructor as he left, then whirled on Sergei. His whirl was not hasty...it could be described as languid in form...but lightening fast in speed.

"Military courtesy extends to everyone, rivvil, whether or not they rank above or below you. Why? Because with an attitude like yours, they will soon rank above you, and I garuntee they will remember each and every offense you lodged against them. Your assignments will either be suicide or menial, and you will fade into ignomity...or less. Your ignorance is astounding."

"OK rivvil, allow me to explain something to you, I do not exist, no one that I have ever 'offended' has ever gotten high enough security clearance to do anything about it, except once, and my insult saved his life when he corrected his deficiency, he thanked me afterwards. It is likely that I have more combat experience than you do rivvil, I have learned that those who de-value others often fall to the same people, adress me as rivvil again and you will learn just how little you truly know in tomorrows training."

He then lay back down ad went to sleep.

Fen began snoring and as he snored it sounded like a over reved buzz saw cutting into steel plate.

"OK rivvil, allow me to explain something to you, I do not exist, no one that I have ever 'offended' has ever gotten high enough security clearance to do anything about it, except once, and my insult saved his life when he corrected his deficiency, he thanked me afterwards. It is likely that I have more combat experience than you do rivvil, I have learned that those who de-value others often fall to the same people, adress me as rivvil again and you will learn just how little you truly know in tomorrows training."

He then lay back down ad went to sleep.
"If you think I know nothing after three hundred years of combat experience, dalhar, you are gravely mistaken. Your very existence disgusts me, rivvil."

He walked back over to his bunk, then sat against the headboard, eyes open. He slipped into a trance-like state -- almost like sleep...but more alert.

OOC:
rivvil = human. Ilythiiri = Drow.

"If you think I know nothing after three hundred years of combat experience, dalhar, you are gravely mistaken. Your very existence disgusts me, rivvil."

He walked back over to his bunk, then sat against the headboard, eyes open. He slipped into a trance-like state -- almost like sleep...but more alert.


Sergei merely slept, ignoring the overconfident Drow pussy, he was busy with other matters, he was conditioned to have no feelings, but, when he slept all of his previous kills came back to him, he could never remember the dreams the next day, he simply woke up soaked in sweat, right then he was reliving a trek that took him on foot halfway around a world, a world that was hellish in the extreme, the Drows petty pride was of little importance.

ooc: someone has to be disturbed by Fen's snoring.

OOC: I'd watch out if I were you. Iliyakim is prone to murderous fits of rage.

OOC: This man has fough his way across a planet, with a starting force of 90 troops, himself, ten shuttle pilots, and two civilians, at the end of the march the total was him, 12 marines, one civilian and three shuttle pilots, you cannot carry enough ammo, he fought with his bare hands, his sword, his knives, his hatchet and his brain against hordes of 4-armed barbarians, extremely hostile animals and civilised cannibals in their own strionghold, a lone drow is no threat in his mind.

Tylas was wary about picking fights with anyone just yet. He would let the Drow and the human proceed in their scuffle if they wanted to. In the meantime, he would get some sleep. Tommorrow, training began. His mind drifted to the times before he became a warrior. There had been peace, happines, love. Now there was just the icy existance of those left in his mind, a once brilliant life loving mind, now a flowing, cold, calculating mind, though no less brilliant. He remembered her. But she, too, was a just a ghost now.

OOC: Just keep thinking that, dalhar.

OOC: he qwouldn't feel threatened by a drow so I can't play him as feeling threatened by a drow, he'll either find out in combat or he'll win and he'll be vindicated in his belief, I know the drow is a threat, he doesn't.

OOC: he qwouldn't feel threatened by a drow so I can't play him as feeling threatened by a drow, he'll either find out in combat or he'll win and he'll be vindicated in his belief, I know the drow is a threat, he doesn't.
OOC: Something that moves like a snake is usually a threat. And you might want to start watching your typos, before getting at someone else about them.

OOC: Something that moves like a snake is usually a threat.

OOC: this man is barely human, he moves like a hawk, he walks like a panther or other big cat, he is a very dangerous man, do not underestimate him, conversely Sergei has a tendency to accept his own reasoning to an unhealthy degree, which has almost gotten him killed on more than one occasion.

ooc: someone has to be disturbed by Fen's snoring.

OOC: yeah, I think after my friend stops IMing me I'll make something of the sort...

OOC: this man is barely human, he moves like a hawk, he walks like a panther or other big cat, he is a very dangerous man, do not underestimate him, conversely Sergei has a tendency to accept his own reasoning to an unhealthy degree, which has almost gotten him killed on more than one occasion.
OOC: Then he's dead already, he just doesn't know it yet.

ooc: someone please create an ooc thread or at least cut out the ooc postings.

OOC: Then he's dead already, he just doesn't know it yet.

OOC: It comes with the job, he'll die eventually, and I've even got his death all planned out so he's not going to die here.

Tylas was suddenly woken up by what sounded like a vicious dyrillian hell cat. He leapt out of bed, hands up, ready to fight, but it was simply just one of their dorm mates snoring. "You have GOT to be kidding me!" He thought to himself, but jumped back in his cot and tuned it out. What was this compared to being held down in a bunker day and night beseiged by sniper fire and mortar shells? His thoughts drifted, once more, to the time when he had loved. And, at the time he had thought, been loved.

He was working as a low-level Commander when he had stumbled upon a secret so horrible that words couldnt describe. He walked in on them one day. Together. Her, and also him.Not exactly talking either. In his mind he had lost everything.It was as if his whole world had come crashing down on him. And since then, he had never become attached to anyone, or anything but his job. Quickly he rose in the ranks, but then quit to join a more elite and secretive level of occupation, The Grey Ghost brigade of spies and assasins. One where he only had to destroy. And in his minds eye, he was destroying not the target, but himself. Because he had made the mistake of giving away his heart and ruining his whole world.


Tylas turned over and went to sleep.

OOC: Okay Theao, me and my friend stopped our discussion on Ghost in the Shell, now for teh disturbz0r o_0

IC:

179 had been trained to stay away for days on end (just a little short of RL SpecOps training) but this was too much, usually when there was a really annoying sound the commander would tell you to press the mute button on your MOLIGNAR Helmet, but now that she didn't have the MOLIGNAR suit anymore, she made best with what she had.

She clasped her hands over her ears yet that lowered this person's snoring only a few decibles*

OOC: Again too lazy to use SC

IC:

'Oh my god, I thought a school of complete hard-asses would at least learn to control their snoring!' This was her only thought, as she didn't have any cyber-enhancments yet, she had to learn to cope with this new environment...and this new-found annoyance, for as long as it took.

OOC: Okay Theao, me and my friend stopped our discussion on Ghost in the Shell, now for teh disturbz0r o_0

IC:

179 had been trained to stay away for days on end (just a little short of RL SpecOps training) but this was too much, usually when there was a really annoying sound the commander would tell you to press the mute button on your MOLIGNAR Helmet, but now that she didn't have the MOLIGNAR suit anymore, she made best with what she had.

She clasped her hands over her ears yet that lowered this person's snoring only a few decibles*

OOC: Again too lazy to use SC

IC:

'Oh my god, I thought a school of complete hard-asses would at least learn to control their snoring!' This was her only thought, as she didn't have any cyber-enhancments yet, she had to learn to cope with this new environment...and this new-found annoyance, for as long as it took.

OOC: I think you're supposed to do something about the cause, not mitigate the effects.

IC:

The snoring had risen a notch in volume but Sergei just rolled over and went right on sleeping.

The snoring just stopped dead in the middle of the night, and restarted about thirty percent louder ten minutes later.

The snoring just stopped dead in the middle of the night, and restarted about thirty percent louder ten minutes later.

OOC: Are you trying to piss someone off?

IC:

The snoring had risen a notch in volume, again, but Sergei just rolled over, yet again, and went right on sleeping.

Iliyakim remained in the state he was in, not blinking, not twitching. The rhythm of the sound meant that it could be accepted and ignored, and without thinking, that is exactly what he did.

The sensitive ears common to his race made noise torture a necessity for the Kaymirilian Elite fighting force, Sarnor Zotreth. When the torture was no longer torture, you moved on.

OOC: I think you're supposed to do something about the cause, not mitigate the effects.

OOC: otherwise known as taking control of the input and becoming master of the output, am I correct?

Tylas woke first, and decided just so some other person did not maul the snoring cadet because of the sound levels, he go over and explain the problem to the obnoxious snorer, who sounded like a motor now. He lightly tapped the cadet on the shoulder and leapt back just in case the cadet was one of those people who would attack the first thing that woke them up besides themselves and ask questions later.

OOC: Your character isnt lookin to pick a fight is he?

Fen snapped upright and blinked as it was still dark, he looked around and seeing one of the other candidates asked "Why'd you wake me up, ya asshat?"

Fen snapped upright and blinked as it was still dark, he looked around and seeing one of the other candidates asked "Why'd you wake me up, ya asshat?"

Tylas calmly responded "I suggest you ask every one of your dorm mates that at the beginning of the morning. Until then, i suggest you take some type of nasal spray. In case no one has ever told you, I would prefer to listen to nails in a blender then the sounds that come from your mouth and nose at night. In other words, you snore horribly. Your lucky I told you. Other people, might, ah, take more drastic measures to quiet you down."

He then walked back to his cot and lay back down.

"I know I snore, and nasel sprays are useless." Fen replied as he went back to sleep and back to snoring.

"Well then" thought Tylas, and he too proceeded to go back to sleep for the 3rd time.

The other cadets arguing finally awakened Sergei, "Quit your bickering, you sound like children, you, Tylas, learn to ignore physichal discomfort or you will never excel, and you, Fen, learn to control your subconcious, you will give away your position by snoring like that if you are in combat." Then he, once again, rolled over to try and get some sleep.

Since Fen was asleep, Sergei's attempted reprimand had about as much effect as drop of water on a mountain.

When four hours had passed, Iliyakim came naturally out of his 'slumber,' and looked around.

Gods of Chaos, that's annoying. I doubt they'd allow us to wander from the dormitories...I wonder where Inthuul is...they'd better be treating him well.

Iliyakim took a pendant from around his neck. At first glance, it appeared to be a compass, but then he opened it. A young girl was pictured there, as was a woman. While his face showed no change, different emotions raged through him.

Would that this kills me...it is what they would want, no?

The other cadets arguing finally awakened Sergei, "Quit your bickering, you sound like children, you, Tylas, learn to ignore physichal discomfort or you will never excel, and you, Fen, learn to control your subconcious, you will give away your position by snoring like that if you are in combat." Then he, once again, rolled over to try and get some sleep.

Seeing as Tylas had already learned to accept the loud sound and they hadnt been bickering but simply laying down facts, this didnt phase Tylas at all. In fact, it had been Sergei who had been a disturbance since both cadets had already gone to bed. He didnt bother telling him. If Sergei had thought he had gotten the upper hand, he could think it as long as he wanted. Anger and annoyance only bothers the one who cares.

Iliyakim snapped closed his pendant and put it back around his neck, then stood and went to the window, looking out.

Seeing one of the cadets get up, and not being able to sleep as well, Tylas approached him.

"Your troubled by something, I can tell" he said quietly

"What makes you think so?"

The Drow's voice was quiet -- it was his normal speaking voice, but it was softer than the whispers of some humans.

Iliyakim snapped closed his pendant and put it back around his neck, then stood and went to the window, looking out.

OOC: now we see Sergei in trying to be nice mode.

IC:

The snap of the pendant awakened Sergei like the constant snoring never could, when he looked to see the source he realised it was the drow, looking out the window, and with a seeming of melancholy about him, he did not seem so arrogant now, instead he seemed like a trapped and wounded animal, trying, but unable to escape from his life.

Sergei got up with smooth grace that belied the noise he had made before as he moved, the drow would most likely still hear him, but it mattered not, he went to stand at the window beside him "You lost someone, didn't you, a friend or mentor or lover, you lost them and blame yourself for that loss, do you not?"

Iliyakim stiffened at first, at the human's audacity, then decided to answer the question. It was in the past, right?

"My wife and daughter. My unit was at an optional function, and I chose to attend. I came home to find them dead."

Seeing one of the cadets get up, and not being able to sleep as well, Tylas approached him.

"Your troubled by something, I can tell" he said quietly

"Tylas, please go to sleep, I wish to speak with Iliyakim alone, I must speak of many things that are not meant for the ears of others."

Iliyakim stiffened at first, at the human's audacity, then decided to answer the question. It was in the past, right?

"My wife and daughter. My unit was at an optional function, and I chose to attend. I came home to find them dead."

"I have felt greater loss, but that does not make your loss any less, only in numbers have you lost less than I, in heart you have lost more. I will not tell you to move on, I will tell you that as long as you keep blaming yourself for their deaths then you will not be whole, you will be only a shell acting a part, a clay figure, no life but still moving, you must not forget them, you must, however, forgive yourself, and I can tell that you have not."

"Sergei, It is not only Illyakim who has lost someone dear and blames himself for it." he replied. "but if he wishes me to go back to sleep, I will."

"I have felt greater loss, but that does not make your loss any less, only in numbers have you lost less than I, in heart you have lost more. I will not tell you to move on, I will tell you that as long as you keep blaming yourself for their deaths then you will not be whole, you will be only a shell acting a part, a clay figure, no life but still moving, you must not forget them, you must, however, forgive yourself, and I can tell that you have not."
"Why bother? My death will come swiftly enough, if not by one means by another."

"Sergei, It is not only Illyakim who has lost someone dear and blames himself for it." he replied. "but if he wishes me to go back to sleep, I will."

"In that case, stay, we shall talk, you have as much right to this as anyone else."

"Why bother? My death will come swiftly enough, if not by one means by another."

"If you expect death then it will come, you must live, if you die then their deaths have no meaning, for if you die, then who shall remember them? Tomorrow night we shall talk more on this, I shall tell my tale, I would tell it this night but we lack time, since the story lasts 4 hours in its shortest form."

OOC: When the RP gets to tomorrow night I'll have Sergei tell his story, you'll understand more then.

"If you expect death then it will come, you must live, if you die then their deaths have no meaning, for if you die, then who shall remember them?"
"To fail is a sin worse than death. I failed them...I deserve whatever death comes my way...but not today...no...not today."

"It was many times that I, too, considered ending everything. Because, what use would I be to the world. I didnt always use to be like this. At one time, I lived, truly lived. It is only because of those memories that I hold on to life, and I will now not give that up for anything.

"My death will not come by my own hand. If whatever powers exist desire that I live to be eight hundred, then so I shall. If they decide that I die while here, then I die while here. Whether my death comes from age, illness, injury, or combat, it will come, one way or another, one day or another."

"If you expect death then it will come, you must live, if you die then their deaths have no meaning, for if you die, then who shall remember them? Tomorrow night we shall talk more on this, I shall tell my tale, I would tell it this night but we lack time, since the story lasts 4 hours in its shortest form."

OOC: When the RP gets to tomorrow night I'll have Sergei tell his story, you'll understand more then.
"Oh, good...a simple story, for a change."

OOC: I've only told a small portion of Eliyakim's tale. What he said was merely answering a question.

OOC: Good point.

IC: "Continue if you wish,"

Eliyakim shook his head. "While I need no more sleep this night, the same is not true for you humans."

He glanced over at the snoring Fen, then contemplated something a moment.

Well...he said no teleporting. He never said no silencing spells.

Raising his hand, he caused a small bubble to form around Fen, trapping all noise in.

"You should be capable of rest now."

Tylas smiled a rare half-smile. "Though I had already dismissed the sound, it will still be helpful."
The other two cadets start to go toward their cots, and Tylas followed.

Tylas observed to himself;
"In a matter of minutes, we have achieved something we didnt think we would have for eachother: understanding. Not to say that we won't all still have to do our jobs and perform tommorrow in the first day of training."

He then decided to take a breif nap, before everyone was woken and merry hell began.

Almost as soon as the bubble was up, the snoring stopped.

A week before he left, Helj Filed his flight plans, which stated that he would fly his personal G-5 to Snake Eaters. En Flight, he Looked at his history, begging when he was five, remembering how all hewanted to do was follow in his father's footsteps, and be a good buisness man, but a broken home changed all that. Helj soon turned to a life of crime, and was sent to a military school, for reformation. While there, he truly became passionate about being a marksman, hoping it would be something he could do to help his nation. At first, he didn't do well, but after weeks and weeks of time on the range, he finally got the hang of firing a basic rifle. That then inspired him to do better, and actually go into the military as a low NCO or Sergeant. In the marines, he succeeded, and eventually went onto the 15th Mountain division in the army. From there, he was handpicked for SOF, and there was his home. He remembered how he almost singlehandedly stopped a revolution, and his personal favorite of saving many lives...(will continue later)

OOC: You are a godmode.

OOC: MM, you're not just pissing Kay off, but me as well. You are being arrogant, concieted and above all, rude. I won't stand for it. You called one of the Instrutors a weakling. You have no idea who you're dealing with. This group of instrutors is the best team in SESOU history. They have done more, seen more and killed more than any other, and you call one a weakling, and want to show him up? It won't happen, because as fast as Sergei is, Cougar is faster. By a long way. This I know, so cut it out, or you will be thrown out.

I am creating an OOC thread, so by the time I have created that I expect all arguements here to have finished, and then you can bitch all you want in the OOC thread. This applies to everyone.
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=424651

IC: Cougar leant on the edge of the desk, looking at the semicircle of faces around him. They were his team, and all but his family. He'd served with most of them for nearly twelve years now, and in some cases more. They had agreed to train these optional cadets, simply because he had other things to do,"Alright, so most of them are here, except one. What do you think of them so far, starting with Sergei"

"You mean that f***wit Captain? I don't think he should be here. I don't give a flyign f**k how old he is, or what he's done, he's arrogant and rude. He also, from what I can gather, thinks himself superior to us, despite us being his tutors. I just pray he fails something in the testing"

Cougar looked at the man who spoke,"I heard about that via the network... hm, we shall have to see. The Drow?"

"He's quiet, and unsociable... he'll find the social aspect hard to deal with," said one of the woman in the group, lithe with wirey strength

"Agreed. Faris spoke highly of him, but he only wishes to die. If he makes it, I may file a request to use him, and then grant his wish"

"Suicide run?"

"Yeah, it's what he wants, to die in battle. Anyway, moving on: the others?"

"Most of them seem alright... shoud be a good class if they get through the training. Speaking of which, what we starting them on?"

"Basic physical... then we move into the combination exercises. The Long Drag, followed by TQ, and we can see how tough they really are."

"Will that be all, James?"

"Yeah guys, that's all. Wolf, you and I will take first watch tonight. We'll wake Charlie and Matt at 0200, and then they wake Watt and George at 0500. The last two will get the cadets up at 0530, and have them doing PT... do the basic physical then."

The meeting adjourned, and the Colonel and his companion, the woman who had spoken up during the meeting, checked their pistols, and then made regualr patrols around the facility that the cadets would be using

Helj woke up as the G-5 began to go through turbulence, and saw that he had about 300 miles left of actual flight. He turned off the autopilot, and began flying it in himself, for the next minute, he went over the rest of his life, how many friends he'd seen die, his family die because he was in the military, many of the valiant flight crews he'd worked with, and also, the many hostages, when his government refused to deal with the terrorists. Even when his family was in the building.
"Snake Eaters ATAC this is Private Aircraft, Sierra, Charile Whiskey, Seven, Niner, Five; requesting an approach vector into (insert airport name here) over,"

Helj woke up as the G-5 began to go through turbulence, and saw that he had about 300 miles left of actual flight. He turned off the autopilot, and began flying it in himself, for the next minute, he went over the rest of his life, how many friends he'd seen die, his family die because he was in the military, many of the valiant flight crews he'd worked with, and also, the many hostages, when his government refused to deal with the terrorists. Even when his family was in the building.
"Snake Eaters ATAC this is Private Aircraft, Sierra, Charile Whiskey, Seven, Niner, Five; requesting an approach vector into (insert airport name here) over,"

The ATC came back instantly,"Sierra Charlie Whisky Seven Niner Five, maintain current heading and speed. Transfer to Snake International on 145.98."

To whom it may concern:


Shester would like to send a Brigade of light infantry Non Commissioned Officers
and Junior Officers to your facility for training. I need to know the cost for
each soldier.

Thank you,

Ollis McCreary
Shester Minister of Defense

To whom it may concern:


Shester would like to send a Brigade of light infantry Non Commissioned Officers
and Junior Officers to your facility for training. I need to know the cost for
each soldier.

Thank you,

Ollis McCreary
Shester Minister of Defense

From: Ramon Maschio, Defence Minister
To: Ollis McCreary
RE: SESOU Training.

Sir,

It is impossible to cater for such a large unit using our facility. Bearing in mind that SESOU is the primary Special Forces unit in the nation, we run a small operation, with the numbers never truly exceeding more than roughly 500 operatives, across a number of branches. It is with great regret that I must ask for you to downsize, perhaps sending one or two cadets who can then pass on the training if they complete it themselves. Cost is not fixed, but the average cadet costs the Assembly roughly 50,000 USD.

From: Ollis McCreary
To: Ramon Maschio, Defence Minister
RE: SESOU Training

Would it be possibile to dispatch 50 of your operatives to Shester for
in house training to the Brigade ? Shester will cover all expenses for
temporary duty assignment.


Ollis McCreary

It is impossible to do such a thing. As I explained before, the training these people are undergoing is unique to one branch of SESOU. That particular branch is currently rebuilding following massive losses incurred during a recent conflict with a vastly superior enemy force. I cannot allow these men and women to leave at such a critical time in the units survival

Hey, SE, what time do you think you'll begin the rp today (waking people up and starting training and so on)

Hey, SE, what time do you think you'll begin the rp today (waking people up and starting training and so on)


About 2000 hrs GMT

About 2000 hrs GMT

what time GMT is that

*sighs* eight in the evening

ok good just making sure i was right. I've been up since 4 in the morning cause of my paper route. *groans, falls off of seat on to ground*

The ATC came back instantly,"Sierra Charlie Whisky Seven Niner Five, maintain current heading and speed. Transfer to Snake International on 145.98."
"Roger that Snake Eater ATAC, Seven Niner Five to 145.98," Helj Replied as he switched to the given channel, "Snake Eater International, this is Sierra Charlie Whisky Seven Niner Five, requesting an approach vector, over"

"Roger that Snake Eater ATAC, Seven Niner Five to 145.98," Helj Replied as he switched to the given channel, "Snake Eater International, this is Sierra Charlie Whisky Seven Niner Five, requesting an approach vector, over"

"Seven Niner Five, enter on approach heading zero-three-zero, coming in on Runway Three Zero. First in the stack. Contact Ground on 165.47 upon landing"

"Seven Niner Five, enter on approach heading zero-three-zero, coming in on Runway Three Zero. First in the stack. Contact Ground on 165.47 upon landing"
"Roger, contact ground on 165.47 upon landing, Seven Niner Five, Inbound," Helj said as he went through the prelanding checklist. several minutes later, the G-5 came to a halt not too far inside runway Three Zero, "Snake Eater International Ground, this is Sierra Charlie Whiskey Seven Niner Five, Requesting a berth, over."

Seven Niner Five, proceed to Gate 9 and wait for escort

**********************************************************

*At the facility*
One of the instructors, the same one who had warned Sergei the night before, stormed into the room, flicking the light switch as he did so,"RIGHT, GET UP! NOW! MOVE IT YOU LOUSY MAGGOTS!"

Fen jumped out of bed as the instuctor began to bellow.

ooc: unless Kay's bubble of silence is two way, then

Fen simply remained slumbering as the instuctor began to bellow.

OOC: Theao, you RP with us in WT... a silence spell only works one way... I hope

ooc: I figured one way, but just making sure. Some Silence spells are two way.

*At the facility*
One of the instructors, the same one who had warned Sergei the night before, stormed into the room, flicking the light switch as he did so,"RIGHT, GET UP! NOW! MOVE IT YOU LOUSY MAGGOTS!"

"I love gentle wake-ups such as these" Tylas thought to himeself sarcasticly, but he leapt out of his cot immediatly. He knew the last out of bed would be looked down on by the others.

As he acknowledged the order, Helj nudged the joystick towards gate nine. Once he got there, he then shut down the engines, and opened the hatch and put the stairs down, so the escort could easily get in. Soon after, he went to the back of the aircraft, to collect the 2 small bags he'd actually need, and also keeping 3 other cases near by, not knowing whether or not he'd need his own firearms. As he finished with his tasks, he settled in on the leather coutch to take a quick battle nap while listening to "Behin Blue Eyes" by The Who, thinking about how much the song actually applied to him...

Fen stood at the side of his bed as he waited for futher instructions.

As he acknowledged the order, Helj nudged the joystick towards gate nine. Once he got there, he then shut down the engines, and opened the hatch and put the stairs down, so the escort could easily get in. Soon after, he went to the back of the aircraft, to collect the 2 small bags he'd actually need, and also keeping 3 other cases near by, not knowing whether or not he'd need his own firearms. As he finished with his tasks, he settled in on the leather coutch to take a quick battle nap while listening to "Behin Blue Eyes" by The Who, thinking about how much the song actually applied to him...

A car with blacked out windows pulled up alongside. Two suits got out of it. They weren't particulary imposing men, but the aura you got from them was one of ,'Don't mess, for you will get broken'.

"Sir, bring all your possesions with you, and come with us. We are to take you to the facility. You are already late, the Colonel is not best pleased"

A car with blacked out windows pulled up alongside. Two suits got out of it. They weren't particulary imposing men, but the aura you got from them was one of ,'Don't mess, for you will get broken'.

"Sir, bring all your possesions with you, and come with us. We are to take you to the facility. You are already late, the Colonel is not best pleased"
"Arright, Hold your horses man, I gotta lock up." Helj said as he tossed his bags in the trunk, and lightly laid his gun cases on top of them, and then closed and locked the door to his G-5, and got in the car, hoping that this Colonel was nothing like his former commander.

The car pulled up at 0515, sometime before the others were woken up. Colonel Cougar was waiting, looking fresh and well rested. A lie of course, but a convincing one nonetheless,"Thanks boys, take the car round back*Looks to Helj*You're late... quite considerably so

*At the facility*
One of the instructors, the same one who had warned Sergei the night before, stormed into the room, flicking the light switch as he did so,"RIGHT, GET UP! NOW! MOVE IT YOU LOUSY MAGGOTS!"
The silence bubble burst as the human instructor barreled into the room.

Iliyakim cracked his neck, then turned around, looking at the man.

"Good morning to you, as well."

The car pulled up at 0515, sometime before the others were woken up. Colonel Cougar was waiting, looking fresh and well rested. A lie of course, but a convincing one nonetheless,"Thanks boys, take the car round back*Looks to Helj*You're late... quite considerably so
" Sorry Sir, nothing I could do, IIA had horrible delays due to incredibly bad hailstorms. I guess I'm glad I have a hanger, otherwise I wouldn't be here, Oh the Name's Master Sergeant Helj Borjarzin Sir, of the 153rd Special Ops Battalion." Helj said, finishing with the customary salute

*At the facility*
One of the instructors, the same one who had warned Sergei the night before, stormed into the room, flicking the light switch as he did so,"RIGHT, GET UP! NOW! MOVE IT YOU LOUSY MAGGOTS!"

179 heard the instructor...and saw the light...

'The hell? Oh right...training' was her immediate thought, she got up out of her bunk and mentally prepared herself for her first day, foreign training.

" Sorry Sir, nothing I could do, IIA had horrible delays due to incredibly bad hailstorms. I guess I'm glad I have a hanger, otherwise I wouldn't be here, Oh the Name's Master Sergeant Helj Borjarzin Sir, of the 153rd Special Ops Battalion." Helj said, finishing with the customary salute

Special Forces organised in battalions... god, what is the world coming to these days.

Cougar didn't salute back,"You can drop the salute, and the rank when you're talking to me, Cadet Borjarzin. From now on, you are a cadet under my staff, and will be treated as such, understood? I know you have weapons in those cases... we'll take those off you, then you can join your classmates in their PT... first physical test"

Special Forces organised in battalions... god, what is the world coming to these days.

Cougar didn't salute back,"You can drop the salute, and the rank when you're talking to me, Cadet Borjarzin. From now on, you are a cadet under my staff, and will be treated as such, understood? I know you have weapons in those cases... we'll take those off you, then you can join your classmates in their PT... first physical test"
Quickly dropping the salute, Helj replied with a quick "Sir yes Sir, and also where may I change into some more appropriate clothes? and where shall I meet up with everyone else?" Great, Helj thought to himself, Even worse than davidson, but luckily nowhere near as bad as Malloy

OOC: Don't insult my char, lol

IC: Cougar glanced at something in the distance... or did he. Halj wouldn't be able to tell,"I would suggest using the toilets. Avoid disturbing your fellow cadets until 0530. Be back here by 0535, and join the group"

He turned away, and began to walk towards the doors, before turing back,"Oh, and good luck."

The instructor shouted, less than before, but still fairly loud,"Everybody, get dressed for PT. Outside the front door in five minutes. MOVE!"

"Sir, what are we to be doing now that we are up?" Fen asked

ooc: I think he's the only one who isn't part or a military.

Ooc: *slap* Read The Post Before Hand!

The instructor shouted, less than before, but still fairly loud,"Everybody, get dressed for PT. Outside the front door in five minutes. MOVE!"
Illiyakim, having been up, and expecting this (standard, bleh), was already dressed, so he started moving. For him the pace was leisurely...but he was there almost before the instructor(s).

OOC: Don't insult my char, lol

IC: Cougar glanced at something in the distance... or did he. Halj wouldn't be able to tell,"I would suggest using the toilets. Avoid disturbing your fellow cadets until 0530. Be back here by 0535, and join the group"

He turned away, and began to walk towards the doors, before turing back,"Oh, and good luck."
"Yes Sir," Helj said as he grabbed some clothes from his bag, and sliently stalked off, finding the restrooms and changing quietly, and was back by 0530 stretching hoping that they would do a nice long fast run to begin the day.

Another instructor, female this time, with an athletic, toned body, was waiting for the cadets to arrive. She watched Illiyakim and Helj arrived, and stood there waiting for the others. Although she gave out feminimity, she had seen much action, and there was no-one better at tracking, demolitions and moving silently than her. She tapped her foot impatiently

179 obeyed the instructors orders, if she was going to even have the slightest chance of graduating she had to listen and obey all the SESOU officers' orders.

She quickly got dressed for PT and walked out the open door.

Fen having slept in Pt gear, it being confortable, headed to the bathroom then out to the field, following the uncommunacative one.

ooc: when you did your post, I was doing mine, I missed it by a minute

Illiyakim nodded to his instructor, then stretched his arms and back, then braced his legs (one after another) against a wall to stretch out as they waited for the other one.

OOC: Asumming MM would be here also.

IC: "Good morning my dears, how did you sleep?" Her voice was disarming sweet

Sergei was already up and ready, he was an insomniac, the 5 hours of sleep he'd gotten was enough for today, he was ready to go when the instructor started yelling and was right beside Iliyakim as they prepared to head to their first day of training.

5 minutes later he was outside, dressed in a light gray chameleon suit, it was the standard issue uniform for the MM military, and it was perfect for training or combat.

EDIT: OOC: Sorry, I was typing this up and I had to make some sudden devotions to the Porcelain God.

Tylas raced outside, fresh and invigorated, though he hadnt had an incredible amount of sleep. He had on a skin tight suit, perfect for moving in fluid motions and breathing. He knew the first day was one of the most important of them all. He lined up with the other soldiers, and waited for further instruction.

Illiyakim's facial expression didn't change at the instructor's question, but his thoughts ran Are you kidding me? What sort of question is that on the first day?

"Someone woke me up to bitch about me snoring." Fen replied

OOC: Asumming MM would be here also.

IC: "Good morning my dears, how did you sleep?" Her voice was disarming sweet
While glancing over at her, Helj continued his stretches, for him, it was about 3 in the afternoon, so he was wide awake, and ready to go. and hoping that this would be a long (not) morning.

"Someone woke me up to bitch about me snoring." Fen replied

Tylas rolled his eyes but said nothing.

"Someone woke me up to bitch about me snoring." Fen replied

"Awww... did ickle Fen-kins get woken up because he snores" her voice was patronising, then became serious,"DO you really think I give a damn about how well you slept. Answering the question was the mark of an amateur... we've got work to do. Now, this is a ten kilometre warm-up run, for today. Running as a group, at the pace of the slowest. I will follow, and shout where to go. Alright people, MOVE OUT!"

179 had come outside in the standard Foxtecha Corp. Black and Grey non-MOLIGNAR uniform. Stood in line and, noting the instructor's earlier question replied in her mind. 'Not too bad, could have done with an assault rifle at my side though'

Illiyakim shrugged, and started out. He figured that a human might be able to run that in less than an hour, if they were in good condition, so he paced himself accordingly. They're slow, though...

Fen began running keeping pace with whoever was in last place.

sounds fun Helj thought to himself, starting to move at a fast jog for him, about 8 mph, ready to speed up at a moments notice, knowing from experience that being first in this type of thing could be important or not, depending upon the instructor, which is why he didn't start out at a run. He watched all the younger ones and thought I'll set the pace as he began to slow down just a bit, hoping that the younger ones would think him too old to be here, but when it really mattered, he'd show em'.

[QUOTE=Snake Eaters
Now, this is a ten kilometre warm-up run, for today. Running as a group, at the pace of the slowest. I will follow, and shout where to go. Alright people, MOVE OUT!"[/QUOTE]

Tylas began with the rest of the group. There was no point being the leader, this was a simple warm up. No one here should have anything to prove, so he stayed in the middle of the pack.

OOC: So yeah... run, whatever. I'm only going to RP one major test... so skipping ahead

IC *ONe hour and five minutes later*

The female instructor led the group back into the main courtyard, and then stopped to look behind her,"C'mon you layabouts, we've still got more to do. Drop and give me 80... at an even, uninterrupted pace"

Acknowledging the warm-up exercise, 117 stayed towards the rear, she was pretty confident, seeing as the embassy siege and Radar ops in Quiblechistan had hardened her a bit, she thought she would be able to make it through 10 km without much effort.

"Awww... did ickle Fen-kins get woken up because he snores" her voice was patronising, then became serious,"DO you really think I give a damn about how well you slept. Answering the question was the mark of an amateur... we've got work to do. Now, this is a ten kilometre warm-up run, for today. Running as a group, at the pace of the slowest. I will follow, and shout where to go. Alright people, MOVE OUT!"


Sergei simply got in line behind Tylas and started running, he could run for nearly ten hours before becoming dangerously fatigued, although a ten hour run was still pretty nasty, a ten kilometer run however, was no sweat to him, he'd marched across a world where the mean daytime temperature was a balmy 38 degrees celsius, this was nothing at all compared to that.

Iliyakim dropped, balancing his weight between the balls of his feet and his knuckles, and then started doing pushups.

These...how droll...oh well...no trial yet.

His pace never wavered by a milisecond, and when he was finished, he stood up.

As he dropped to the ground and spread out his arms,Tylas knew that in these tests, pacing was the key to the game. If someone slowed down, then sped up to make up for lost time it would look horrible, so he counted in his head and kept doing a pushup every second and a half without fail.

OOC: So yeah... run, whatever. I'm only going to RP one major test... so skipping ahead

IC *ONe hour and five minutes later*

The female instructor led the group back into the main courtyard, and then stopped to look behind her,"C'mon you layabouts, we've still got more to do. Drop and give me 80... at an even, uninterrupted pace"

OOC: May I entreat as to which test?

IC:

"Yes maim*"

*Sp. ???

Helj slowly got on the ground, and began to do the requested task, averaging 1 every 2-3 seconds, staying consistant. and finishing in about 3-1/2 minutes.

OOC: So yeah... run, whatever. I'm only going to RP one major test... so skipping ahead

IC *ONe hour and five minutes later*

The female instructor led the group back into the main courtyard, and then stopped to look behind her,"C'mon you layabouts, we've still got more to do. Drop and give me 80... at an even, uninterrupted pace"

Sergei had once lost a bet over shooting skills, the payment was three hundred pushups, this eighty was gonna suck but he would succeed, all he had to do was remember what had happened on that sunny hell hole of a planet, if he could do three hundred then, he could certainly do eighty now, even after that run.

Fen was partially baffled by the request for eighty, till he saw the other recruits doing push-ups. He then dropped down and began doing the push-ups at a steady pace.

The instructor raised an eyebrow,"Impressive, my Drow friend. 100 situps, then fifty metres in that pool over there, fully clothed. Return when you are finished*Raises voice*That goes for the rest of you as well!"

The instructor raised an eyebrow,"Impressive, my Drow friend. 100 situps, then fifty metres in that pool over there, fully clothed. Return when you are finished*Raises voice*That goes for the rest of you as well!"
He sat down and started, averaging a situp every .879 seconds, and when he was done (under two minutes) he walked to the pool and dove in, resurfacing at the end and pulling himself out. He knocked some of the water from his clothes, and wrung out his hair (which was nearly shoulder length, but he'd pulled it back for the warmups). He then returned to the group.

Doing the situps took little time at all, and so soon Tylas was in the water. As he swam, he remembered racing his friend Sevvie across the pool. He smiled as he sped through the water like a dagger.

When he was done, he shook off some of the excess water running down his sleek suit, then shook his shaven dome. His hair used to be long, but he had decided to cut it so it didnt get in the way.

after finishing, he easily did 100 situps in two minutes, and then dove silently into the pool, and did 10 meters before coming up for a breath, and then continued, using the breast stroke, staying quiet but moving somewhat quickly. and hopping out in under a minute
OOC: I'll be back in about an hour, just keep goin without me, and just consider my char to do everything slowly but surely

Fen finished the push-ups, before going on to the sit-ups. While he had some problems with the push-ups the sit-ups were easy. He then hopped into the pool and stroked across and back with incredible easy. He then pulled himself out and and began shaking himself dry.

The requirments for the sit-ups and push-ups were nothing, they had much more than those ammounts in the academy, and an extreme ammount if you disobeyed a direct order.

Nontheless 179 completed her push ups and started doing sit-ups, when it occured to her she would have to swim at an even, uninterrupted pace, usually that was left to the naval department, but she would try her best after the last 60 or so sit-ups were over.

When the entire cadre was reassembled, they were hustled off to the shooting range, and spent the rest of the day being laid in a single position, only firing at the target one hundred metres away when they were told to. It should be, despite what they had been through, fairly hard work, keeping a heavy rifle in position, unwavering, for nearly eight hours

Illiyakim kept the rifle there all day. Weighs about what Inthuul does...less comfortable on the shoulder, though.

All told, he was fairly bored, but he did not let his concentration waver.

"Thank god for all those extra sessions with Rifle Master Shris" thought Tylas to himself. While not incredibly hard, 8 hours of shooting one target could destroy even the best snipers form.

"Shoot!" ordered the person in charge, and Tylas obliged.

Every time Fen was ordered to fire, he fired high, hitting the upper third of the target with consistant in-accuracy.

ooc: he's hitting in the same area every time, it's just the rounds are going high each time.

"Heh finally something I enjoy", at the shooting range this was where her expertise really kicked in. Though skilled in SpecOps as well, 179 chose her main specialty in the academy to be sharpshooting, finally all those lessons from the academy and the combat experience from Quiblechistan would pay off.

The instructor raised an eyebrow,"Impressive, my Drow friend. 100 situps, then fifty metres in that pool over there, fully clothed. Return when you are finished*Raises voice*That goes for the rest of you as well!"

"Yes maam, 75... 76... 77... 78... 79... 80."

He began doing his situps, he was getting tired of all this standard workout shit but he'd stay with it, if only because he felt a strange kinship with the Drow, Iliyakim and the other man, Tylas, he would stay with this because he might have finally found someone who would understand, someone he could trust, someone he could call friend, these thought brought him to the end of his 100 situps.

Sergei got up and jogged over to the nearby pool, his suit would slow him down but he would finish soon enough, then he would get to see what other tasks he would have to perform.

When the entire cadre was reassembled, they were hustled off to the shooting range, and spent the rest of the day being laid in a single position, only firing at the target one hundred metres away when they were told to. It should be, despite what they had been through, fairly hard work, keeping a heavy rifle in position, unwavering, for nearly eight hours

Sergei ghad been a big game hunter, and although he was strong, and he'd been on some pretty long hunts before, he was starting to become slightly ragged by the time the shooting was over, he kept his shots in the black, but they formed a bigger pattern than he usually shot, being about three centimeters, as opposed to his usual 1.5-2 centimeters.

Tylas specialized in sniping, but that didnt stop him from eventually becoming somewhat fatigued by the end. He didn't let it show though, and kept hitting in the same area every time. He hoped everyone else was doing the same, or someone might be going home.

OOC: Here's the RP part... enjoy

IC: It was 0300, three days later. The temperture was -2 degrees Celcius (sp?), and the cadets were assembled, Cougar standing in front of them,"Welcome to the Long Drag. You've performed well so far... but this is the final test. You must travel 64 kilometres, over rough, mountainous terrain, in 15 hours. There are waypoints to navigate, and you do this alone."

He wandered up and down, his hair glinting in the light,"Your packs weigh 25 kilos... your weapons, another 5. 30 kilograms of kit in all... with no food or water. This is going to be arduous... but I gurantee you, it is worth it. I wish you all the best of luck. You will be leaving at 15 minute intervals. Illiyakim goes first... your time starts... NOW!"

"Sir, are we required to arrive at the destination with all the gear we started with?" Fen asked

ooc: what's in the gear/what weapons?

Illiyakim picked up his pack and weapons, slinging them along and adjusting them as he walked.

This thing weighs almost as much as I do...this is going to be sheer hell.

He walked, keeping his mind off his load.

"Sir, are we required to arrive at the destination with all the gear we started with?" Fen asked

ooc: what's in the gear/what weapons?

"Yes, all gear is checked, and will be accounted for at the end... or you fail, as simple as that"

OOC: Doesn't matter. You've got no food, or water. Weapons are unloaded, and all you've got is a map and compass