NationStates Jolt Archive

After fifeteen minutes, Cougar gestured to Fen,"Off you go."

Tylas wished the best of luck to Illyakim. He meant it, too. But then he turned to wait his turn and address the challenge in front of him. He figured the weight of the pack in to his own weight and the time he would get walking certain paces without all the weight, then decided on the best pace.

Fen adjusts the pack and weapons, turning a pair of socks into shoulder pads, and headed out.

64 kM is about...4.25 in an hour...that means I have to walk 1.59 kull in that long.

First hour, checkpoints (when found), and no thought except to the map and compass.

"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


OOC: do we have blades?(knife, hatchet, etc.)

IC:

"All right sir, we'll all make this just fine, I don't think that we're gonna dip out on you after all this effort." Sergei had come to like the other two over the last day, Fen he could take or leave, and 179 was kinda creepy, but Iliyakim and Tylas were kindred spirits, he liked them, and more importantly, he trusted them.

Tylas wished the best of luck to Illyakim. He meant it, too. But then he turned to wait his turn and address the challenge in front of him. He figured the weight of the pack in to his own weight and the time he would get walking certain paces without all the weight, then decided on the best pace.
Fifteen minutes later: "Tylas, go"

OOC: do we have blades?(knife, hatchet, etc.)

IC:

"All right sir, we'll all make this just fine, I don't think that we're gonna dip out on you after all this effort." Sergei had come to like the other two over the last day, Fen he could take or leave, and 179 was kinda creepy, but Iliyakim and Tylas were kindred spirits, he liked them, and more importantly, he trusted them.

OOC: *wearily*No

Tylas first adjusted the items in his pack so that the weight was equally spaced out, then set off on a medium paced walk, thinking about everything but the pack.

Fen began doing a little math as he lined up map and compass and found the path. He began looking for the route that stayed as level as possible with out large numbers of trees or obstacles. So fourteen minutes/kilometer, this will be tough.

OOC: do we have blades?(knife, hatchet, etc.)

IC:

"All right sir, we'll all make this just fine, I don't think that we're gonna dip out on you after all this effort." Sergei had come to like the other two over the last day, Fen he could take or leave, and 179 was kinda creepy, but Iliyakim and Tylas were kindred spirits, he liked them, and more importantly, he trusted them.

OOC: They've been going three days... it's called a timeskip

IC: Fifteen minutes passed,"Sergei, go"

Tylas had once spent a few days stranded in the wilderness before, and this time aided with a map and compass he struck out on the best course possible, with as little or no intrusion of wilderness, trees, and hills and mountains. This was more of a mental game than anything, because of the heavy pack and also all of the large hills and curving paths. After the first 45 minutes, he found he was about 3 minutes ahead of his calculations, but kept going with the current speed. He could make it, he just had to keep convincing himself of that.

Two hours, three, four...

Mental note: Modifications are working as anticipated, if not better. Fatigue has not yet set in, as would generally be expected under given circumstances.

Fen reached the first point after an hour and a half, earlier than schedualed and continued on.

3.5 hours later:

Tylas was actually not having too bad of a hike now, because he had succesfully cleared his mind of all thoughts other than the few happy ones that still floated around. Being promoted to Commander, winning his first race against the other cadets in boot camp, and even small things like his first pay check. 2 hours later, he checked his coordinates. He had to make a 4 degree switch in his movements to avoid a river that he would rather not treck through, because he would actually save time by avoiding it. He adjusted his speed variable and recalculated everything, but he was still alright for time

Fatigue was beginning to set in but the sun hadnt started to go down yet, but the chilled air was still not incredibly comfortable to Tylas. Luckily he didnt have fatigues on, like he did the time his fighter had went down and he had to trek through wilderness for a few days before finding a small village and contacting his crew. His compression uniform allowed his skin to breath and whisked away sweat but also kept his body heat in, so really it felt like a nice day. He adjusted the large pack on his shoulders, and thought to himself "I wonder how everyone else is doing?"

The hours dragged on, until Iliyakim finally stopped to check his time and distance at hour 9.

He was about a kilometer ahead of where he was supposed to be, but he knew better than to slow down. He'd lose his extra time in the last, grueling hours.
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Hour eleven.

Iliyakim was trudging along. His breathing came in rasps, and he could feel himself beginning to shake under his burden.

Without setting it down, he straightened up, and took a deep breath, clearing his mind.

He then continued, making sure to pick up his feet.

OOC: Right, let me clear something up. We have timeskipped. It was 0300 when you set off, and your chars have not slept for three days. Comprende?

10 hours through

Tylas passed checkpoint 8 on his map. Only 2 more now, he thought to himself. He was drained. All that kept him going was the thought of the end. He was cold, damp, covered in mud, and his legs were aching and felt like rubber, but he kept going. It was the final stretch that counted, and he would not let himself fail. He stumbled on a tree root, but pulled himself back up, the thought of some food and water at the end moving him. He wasnt broken just yet.

Jerome reached the fourth point by the end of the of the sixth hour. He was begining to get tired but knew he had to press on, even if he was ahead of his schedual. He looked at the map, the location to his next waypoint appeared to be the proverbial ball-buster point as he would have to cross a mountain to get there. He then noticed a small stream that if the map was correct, bypass the mountain. He headed for the steam and found it shallow enought to walk in. He removed his shoes and socks and headed into the stream. While the stream was cold, it wasn't dangerously so. He arrived at point five with partially lacerated feet.

By the time he reached point eight, he'd had to change his socks three times and was getting really fatigued and woozy from lack of sleep and loss of blood.

Hour 13.

Iliyakim could hardly see, he was that exhausted, and he could feel his heart pounding within him like it never had before. There was nothing he could do to stop the raggedness of his breathing, and every now and again black dots would take up some of his field of vision.

Mental note: This is not a course recommended for Drow.
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Hour 14.

3 more kilometers to go.

*Step......step....ste--* Iliyakim collapsed. This was it. He couldn't do it any more, and let whatever happened happen.

Stop it.

What?

Stop it and get up. This isn't you. You're the one that dies before he quits, right?

I am dead. My body just doesn't have the sense to know it yet.

Get up. Now.

Whatever force this is, may all curses ever conjured rest firmly on your shoulders.

Shaking, Iliyakim stood, and began walking toward the finish point. He looked like he'd been through hell, but in his eyes there was an unwillingness to stop.

13 hrs

Tylas almost started to panic from fatigue, hunger, and lack of time. He had just passed the 9th check point, but there was 1 more. He had 2 hours.
Luckily he had gotten a drink from a stream so at least he was mildly hydrated. He knew now it was now or never. He picked up the pace of his tired, soar, bloodied and blistered feet, and set forward to the end of the journey.

When the cadets arrived at the final checkpoint, there was nothing there. No-one, no vehicle... nor food or water. It was merely an empty clearing

It was there---right before him! Tylas started staggering, his vision was blurry, his throat raw and red from forced breathing. He was beyond tired now, all his reserves of adreneline depleted from his body. It was all he could do to put his feet over the line. He wasnt sure if he was first there or not, and he didnt care either. The time he crossed was 14 something---what was it? 14 what? what was it....what...was... he collapsed and let himself lie on the cold ground.

Something inside him made him open his eyes though. There was no one there besides him in the clearing of the final checkpoint. He propped himself against a tree with one of his guns as a primitive weapon, and waited to see if this was some twisted trick.

Iliyakim startled to awareness as he came into view of the final checkpoint.

This smells like a trap...

He took two guns out of their holsters (he'd seen before that they weren't loaded, so he held them by the barrels, to use as clubs), and walked toward the final check point, listening.

14:35.8976, he reached it, and shucked off his pack, looking around for whatever might be coming. His weight was on the balls of his feet, and he would move as quickly as his exhausted condition would allow him.

Tylas noticed Illyakim, and made his presence known by a grunt.

Fen realized throught the haze of fatigue and bloodloss, at the ninth waypoint, that thier was no way he could walk the course without aid and decided to do one of the few things he could, he turned his rifle and a stick into a pair of crutches which he used to pull himself forward.

As he got within a kilometer of the finish line, he fell to his knees and began crawling the remaining distance using the rifle as to pull himself forward. He pulled himself over the line, his pants and shirt in tatters, torso, legs and arms, bruised and scratched.

Seeing the others throught sweat and blood he pulled himself up against a tree and collapsed.

Cougar watched through his PNG's,"Fen's in shit state... be careful with the rest of them. Stand by... stand by... go"

Without warning, five instructors came out from the undergrowth, and the lights of a jeep flared, blinding the cadets briefly, but it was enough. Before they could react, they would've been held, and had a complete balaclava placed over their head, and shoved in the back of the vehicle for the long and bumpy ride

As he felt himself being grabbed, Iliyakim spun and launched a reflexive kick.

It must have been hilarious to see, as he was blind, and he lashed out with a hand, attempting to hit the attacker with the butt of a rifle.

The shock, did what three days without sleep, the trek and the bloodloss failed to do, Fen passed out.

Cougar watched through his PNG's,"Fen's in shit state... be careful with the rest of them. Stand by... stand by... go"

Without warning, five instructors came out from the undergrowth, and the lights of a jeep flared, blinding the cadets briefly, but it was enough. Before they could react, they would've been held, and had a complete balaclava placed over their head, and shoved in the back of the vehicle for the long and bumpy ride

Thylas gave a few kicks and punches but it wasnt enough to stop the proffesionals from doing their jobs. He felt himself being hauled in to something, probably a car or transport, and then he just decided to wait.

As he felt himself being grabbed, Iliyakim spun and launched a reflexive kick.

It must have been hilarious to see, as he was blind, and he lashed out with a hand, attempting to hit the attacker with the butt of a rifle.

"Ah sod it," said a voice he wouldn't recognise, and then the butt of a rifle was cracked into the back of his head

They had gotten Tylas, Illyakim and it seemed Fen, too, who had just stumbled accross the line, and put some type of objects over there heads. The last thing he had seen had been bright lights. These guys had come quickly out of nowhere. Tylas rested his head on the side of the vehicle.

Vith...shu...

Blackness claimed Iliyakim for the first time in almost four days.

"So where to now?" Tylas asked the nothingness. He couldnt see, but he might as well see how many individuals there were.

is anyone there?

Tylas didnt hear anything come from the darkness, not that he expected it. He decided now would be an opportune time to rest. He was asleep before his head hit the floor.

Fatigue was beginning to set in but the sun hadnt started to go down yet, but the chilled air was still not incredibly comfortable to Tylas. Luckily he didnt have fatigues on, like he did the time his fighter had went down and he had to trek through wilderness for a few days before finding a small village and contacting his crew. His compression uniform allowed his skin to breath and whisked away sweat but also kept his body heat in, so really it felt like a nice day. He adjusted the large pack on his shoulders, and thought to himself "I wonder how everyone else is doing?"


Sergei was getting glimpses of Tylas in the distance, unfortunately he was starting to slow down, while Tylas seemed to be going on just as strong as ever, well, time to speed it up again, he had to meet up with someone, alone they most likely would not be able to do this very easily.

10 hours through

Tylas passed checkpoint 8 on his map. Only 2 more now, he thought to himself. He was drained. All that kept him going was the thought of the end. He was cold, damp, covered in mud, and his legs were aching and felt like rubber, but he kept going. It was the final stretch that counted, and he would not let himself fail. He stumbled on a tree root, but pulled himself back up, the thought of some food and water at the end moving him. He wasnt broken just yet.


At first Sergwei had gained some of the ground he had lost as he slowed down, but eventually he started losing ground on Tylas again, and this time he could not get back up to his run, the most he could manage was a half-assed jog, and that was pushing things, and soon he'd be dealing with the protocols, and that would really suck, although it might help a little in the long run.

It was there---right before him! Tylas started staggering, his vision was blurry, his throat raw and red from forced breathing. He was beyond tired now, all his reserves of adreneline depleted from his body. It was all he could do to put his feet over the line. He wasnt sure if he was first there or not, and he didnt care either. The time he crossed was 14 something---what was it? 14 what? what was it....what...was... he collapsed and let himself lie on the cold ground.

Something inside him made him open his eyes though. There was no one there besides him in the clearing of the final checkpoint. He propped himself against a tree with one of his guns as a primitive weapon, and waited to see if this was some twisted trick.


The protocols activated, he was no longer in control, he would run this course, make up the time he had lost and meet up with Tylas and Iliyakim at the end, right after he wrested control back from the protocols, that was no mean feat, the protocols were designed to activate one of his modifications, a sort of hyper caffine made by a gland in the implants he had recieved, unfortunately a software error had always resulted in a loss of bodily control when ever this occurred, he had no way to tell his arms and legs to work until he managed to calm his heartrate and mental activity to a level that signified an end to the stress he was under, he could do it in approximately ten minutes, unfortunately he didn't have ten minutes to spare, so he activated one of the few modifications that he did control, a temporary system lockout, that, while de-activating the protocols, also de-activated all of his other non genetic modifications, meaning that he was without any of the functions available to his tutorial implant, or his various active mods.

He had control again, and energy, unfortunately he was behind, he picked the pace back up to his run, slowly he gained speed, fueled by the energy he had been given by his implant, but that energy would only last an hour, and put alot of strain on his body, he'd have to rest after this run, but he'd make the final checkpoint in time, exhausted, bloody, and nearly catatonic, but he'd make it.

Tylas came out of sleep, thought "I wonder how everyone else is doing" then collapsed back in to a deep sleep again.

Iliyakim startled to awareness as he came into view of the final checkpoint.

This smells like a trap...

He took two guns out of their holsters (he'd seen before that they weren't loaded, so he held them by the barrels, to use as clubs), and walked toward the final check point, listening.

14:35.8976, he reached it, and shucked off his pack, looking around for whatever might be coming. His weight was on the balls of his feet, and he would move as quickly as his exhausted condition would allow him.


Ten minutes after Iliyakim arrived, Sergei staggered into the clearing, torn and bloody from an incident involving a tree, two rocks, and his face, but he'd made it, he began to greet his comrades and promptly collapsed from systemic shutdown, his lockout had expired, he was wasted for the next hour, unless something truly bad happened, that might snap him out of it, but it was unlikely, for now he was a sack of meat, not a person.

Slowly trudging into the final checkpoint around 14:25, Helj was almost ready to collapse. he bypassed his last 2 rests to get there, and had a quick sip of water, expecting to find other people there, he said sarcasticly, "Nothin loike a good ol hike in the woods, eh boys?" Seeing the light, instincts kicked in, he drew the rifle, but remembered it was empty, Oh f***in' hell! why did they give us no ammo? he thought to himself as the balaclava was thrown on his head.

A particularly hard bump! woke Iliyakim briefly.

His head was splitting...but so was the rest of him.

Vith ol. I'm going back to sleep.

In a willful move of conciousness, he shut his eyes, and shut out the pain, then immediately went back to sleep...he had a nagging suspicion that he'd need it...but he didn't think on it.

Thinking hurt too much.

For the third time, Tylas woke up again. There was still somethin over his head, but he didnt really think on it. Once again he called out to see if anyone was listening.

"Eh? Let me sleep for god sakes youngn', you should too." Helj said as he himself drifted off to sleep, barring the pain in his badly sprained ankle.

well, not alone then. Tylas nodded off again.

OOC: OK, Sergei is gonna be aware, but catatonic, for the next hour or so, unless something drastic happens.

IC:

Sergei could hear Tylas, but he couldn't respond, he knew there were others as well, but he wasn't sure who it was, just that they were there.

From his slumber, Iliyakim slipped deeper into unconcious. The long walk had done more damage than one would originally suspect, and now he would pay for it.

His breathing slowed, as did his heartbeat.

Save for these two slight signals that he yet lived, the Drow soldier was dead to the world.

When the jeep pulled to a halt, the captives were pulled from it, and sat down on a bench. To each one in turn, a doctor came up to them, removed the balaclava and said,"I am a doctor, and I cannot be impersentated, do you understand?"

Having seen the state of Sergei and Iliyakim, he called Cougar over,"I can't let these two continue in this state."

"Fine, take 'em, we'll do them later"

The remaining cadets were taken into a large room, where white noise was playing through the speakers. They put into stress positions, and were forcibliy made to hold them. They were left there to sweat it out

ooc: Fen's still unconsious

Sergei was still catatonic when the doctor started his ministrations, although he only had another five minutes or so befoere he regained conciousness, he was glad that his body would soon be under his control again.

ooc: Fen's still unconsious
OOC: Then wake him up

Fen was unconsious when he was dragged into the room but the combination of white noise and contorting woke him, into a state of semi-consiousness.

ooc: how are they forced to hold the postition?

A short time after he was taken away, Sergei "awoke" in the treatment facility, he wasn't too comfortable, he'd been in pretty much the same position for an hour, and he'd been forced to run an insane distance in an even more insane amount of time, especially considering everything they'd done over the last three days, but now he was afraid he was going to get booted because he'd lost conciousness, if he did, well, heads would roll was putting it lightly...

OOC: UNcomfortable positions, made to hold them for hours. If they drop them, then they get forced by the instructors to go back into them

A short time after he was taken away, Sergei "awoke" in the treatment facility, he wasn't too comfortable, he'd been in pretty much the same position for an hour, and he'd been forced to run an insane distance in an even more insane amount of time, especially considering everything they'd done over the last three days, but now he was afraid he was going to get booted because he'd lost conciousness, if he did, well, heads would roll was putting it lightly...
"Doctor, this ones awake!"

The doctor came over, and checked Sergei's pulse,"How do you feel?"

"Doctor, this ones awake!"

The doctor came over, and checked Sergei's pulse,"How do you feel?"

"I've been just fine, this happens on a fairly regular basis at home, it's a sideeffect, the Colonel has all the relevant information, but, to adress your question in depth, other than my face, which hurts like a bitch, I'm perfectly fine."

Illiyakim had made no response to any sort of treatment.

Illiyakim had made no response to any sort of treatment.

"Doctor, more importantly, how is Iliyakim, I saw him when we were on the way back, but I have not seen him since, is he alive, or badly injured?"

Fen is holding the position, thought the strain, and agony are visible while he's covered in sweat.

"I've been just fine, this happens on a fairly regular basis at home, it's a sideeffect, the Colonel has all the relevant information, but, to adress your question in depth, other than my face, which hurts like a bitch, I'm perfectly fine."

"Good. Instructor!"

"Yes?"

"This man can be returned to the exercise"

"What about the Drow?"

"No response"

Sergei's balaclava was put back on, and he was forced into a stress position with the others. TQ (Tacitcal Questioning) would start soon

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Cougar sat in a side office, tapping a holographic screen,"This is Snake. I need to speak with Commander Faris, urgently"

Cougar sat in a side office, tapping a holographic screen,"This is Snake. I need to speak with Commander Faris, urgently"
A few moments later, Faris's face appeared on the screen.

"Colonel Cougar, gre'as'anto lu' verve dro. What is the nature of this call?"

"Good. Instructor!"

"Yes?"

"This man can be returned to the exercise"

"What about the Drow?"

"No response"

Sergei's balaclava was put back on, and he was forced into a stress position with the others. TQ (Tacitcal Questioning) would start soon

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Cougar sat in a side office, tapping a holographic screen,"This is Snake. I need to speak with Commander Faris, urgently"


Sergei was worried, Iliyakim was tough, he should be fine, what's wrong with him, is he hurt, or just exhausted... Sergei stopped thinking after the instructors put him in the stress position, he could hold it easily enough, but he was worried that if he was forced to hold it too long he'd end up with a repeat of the episode he had on the march.

A few moments later, Faris's face appeared on the screen.

"Colonel Cougar, gre'as'anto lu' verve dro. What is the nature of this call?"

Gre'as'anto lu' verve dro, Commander. The man sent to us, Iliyakim... he's collapsed following the Long Drag, and the doctors here can't figure out why."

"Well...what has he been through -- exactly -- during the time he has been there?"

"Well...what has he been through -- exactly -- during the time he has been there?"
Three days without sleep, extensive intelligence, physical and physcological testing, culminating in the Long Drag. He was carrying 30 kilos across 64 km in 15 hours. He made it, then collapsed after we apprehended him

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Sergei was grabbed roughly, and moved to a seperate room, where he was sat down and the hood removed,"Name?"

OOC: See OOC thread for this part

Three days without sleep, extensive intelligence, physical and physcological testing, culminating in the Long Drag. He was carrying 30 kilos across 64 km in 15 hours. He made it, then collapsed after we apprehended him.
Ah. Well, I'm not surprised. That would do extensive damage to his immune system...and probably open multiple internal stress wounds. I'm speaking of the 'Long Drag,' that is. A drow isn't built for that.

You could either let him come to on his own, or I could send you the instructions for formulating a drug to force him out of it.

Ah. Well, I'm not surprised. That would do extensive damage to his immune system...and probably open multiple internal stress wounds. I'm speaking of the 'Long Drag,' that is. A drow isn't built for that.

You could either let him come to on his own, or I could send you the instructions for formulating a drug to force him out of it.

We couldn't make concessions for one cadet, unfortunatley. I sent him off first so as to make sure he could be picked up if he collapsed on route... I'll have to take the drug, the exercise isn't quite finished

Three days without sleep, extensive intelligence, physical and physcological testing, culminating in the Long Drag. He was carrying 30 kilos across 64 km in 15 hours. He made it, then collapsed after we apprehended him

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Sergei was grabbed roughly, and moved to a seperate room, where he was sat down and the hood removed,"Name?"

OOC: See OOC thread for this part

"Sergei"

Helj sat in the position uncomfortably, wondering whether this was the worst he'd get. Luckily he had slept some on the ride over so he had enough energy to keep himself awake for another 3-4 hours, before he would collapse from exaustion, which he knew, and tried to save as much energy as possible to prolong his awakened state.

We couldn't make concessions for one cadet, unfortunatley. I sent him off first so as to make sure he could be picked up if he collapsed on route... I'll have to take the drug, the exercise isn't quite finished
Faris nods, and taps in some instructions.

"This normally does extensive damage...but this one has a reputation for being able to deal with whatever he's forced into."

"Sergei"

Alright Sergei, this piece on paper, when you sign it, means that the Red Cross know you're here. Then, we can give you food and water. Do you want some food and water?

Faris nods, and taps in some instructions.

"This normally does extensive damage...but this one has a reputation for being able to deal with whatever he's forced into."


I gathered as much. Thank Faris, I need this

Alright Sergei, this piece on paper, when you sign it, means that the Red Cross know you're here. Then, we can give you food and water. Do you want some food and water?

He didn't bother replying, if he did he would fail.

I gathered as much. Thank Faris, I need this
Faris nodded and terminated the conversation.

He didn't bother replying, if he did he would fail.
OOC: He doesn't know about the Big Five... though he should know what the idea is. The correct response is,'I cannot answer that question'

OOC: He doesn't know about the Big Five... though he should know what the idea is. The correct response is,'I cannot answer that question'

OOC: He was taught that he only gives his name, and rank, nothing else, he doesn't want to waste breath on the answer, although his most likely response would be antagonistic under real world conditions, to piss them off in the hopes they make a mistake.

OOC: w/e

IC: Alright... so you're being difficult. Age?

"I cannot answer that question" He remembered that he had once refrained from answering a question like this in training for what to do as a POW, he'd been beaten, and he was in no condition for a beating.

Fine, Date of birth then if you're going to be difficult

Fine, Date of birth then if you're going to be difficult

"Hah, you'd never believe me if I told you. August 13 1987."

"Hah, you'd never believe me if I told you. August 13 1987."

Well, bully to you smartarse, because I do believe you. What's your rank? Number? Next of Kin?

Well, bully to you smartarse, because I do believe you. What's your rank? Number? Next of Kin?

"Captain, no number*, no next of kin."

OOC: *this is true, according to army records Sergei is dead.

Alright, Captain... what were you doing in this country?

OOC: Make up a story, or just don't answer

Alright, Captain... what were you doing in this country?

OOC: Make up a story, or just don't answer

"I was walking my dog." (At this point he goes into a long and involved story, detailing how his dog was bred and why it should win the county dogshow, basically he's trying to convince them he's insane)

"I was walking my dog." (At this point he goes into a long and involved story, detailing how his dog was bred and why it should win the county dogshow, basically he's trying to convince them he's insane)

He recieved a slap for this,"Don't lie, why the weapon? Why the explosives? WHY!"

He recieved a slap for this,"Don't lie, why the weapon? Why the explosives? WHY!"

"You've never seen my dog, it's about a meter tall and nearly two long, with red stripes on a black hide, you need at least a brick of C-4 to deal with the shit that thing puts out."

"You've never seen my dog, it's about a meter tall and nearly two long, with red stripes on a black hide, you need at least a brick of C-4 to deal with the shit that thing puts out."

"Take him outside, and put him in the worst position possible. Bring in Jen"

"Take him outside, and put him in the worst position possible. Bring in Jen"

Sergei guessed he'd pissed someone off, oh well, he'd deal with worse, maybe, it was hard to be objective with your head in your armpit and your legs held behind your head with both arms.

OOC: Whilst we wait

IC: The doctors finished mixing the new drug, before introducing it into the drip on the Drow's arm

After an entire dose has been introduced into his system, Iliyakim sat up, coughing violently enough to stain his hand with flecks of blood.

They asked Faris...I don't know if the breakage for that happened due to the walk or due to the drug.

He was awake...he felt worse than he ever remembered feeling, but he was awake.

The doctor shone a light into his eyes, and then checked his pulse,"At least you're alive"

Helj was close to passing out. It had been 3 hours since he beagin in this position, not even moving. His arms were sore, and his legs were sore. he was physically tired, his age beginning to show even more. He was past his prime and he knew it. realizing by now that if he had come out as a Lieutenant, he'd be a general. He began to lightly and softly whistle his favorite classic: behind blue eyes as he struggled to hold onto conciousness

The doctor shone a light into his eyes, and then checked his pulse,"At least you're alive"
*Dryly* "At least."

*Dryly* "At least."

"Hey, you were in so deep it was scary. We're not expierenced with Drow patients"

ooc: are you waiting for me?

"Hey, you were in so deep it was scary. We're not expierenced with Drow patients"
"I have no doubt. Now, I suppose I should be returning to the test. I doubt an enemy would be so kind."

ooc: are you waiting me?

OOC: Yes, we are waiting for you

IC:
"That's right, you should."

Within five minutes, he was in a stress position, and sat facing the way with the 'clava over his face

Fen was brought in to a new room.

"That's right, you should."

Within five minutes, he was in a stress position, and sat facing the way with the 'clava over his face
He stretched his muscles one at a time, allowing them to settle into the position, and he closed his eyes, relaxing as much as possible.

Fen was brought in to a new room.

The light shone in his face as the balaclava was removed,"Name, rank, number, date of birth, and next of kin"

"Jerome Fen, no rank, 12, 12/6/2117, and sister." Fen replied

"Jerome Fen, no rank, 12, 12/6/2117, and sister." Fen replied

Well Jerome, care to explain exactly what you were doing in this nation?

"I was on vacation." Fen replied

"I was on vacation." Fen replied

With a G11 and a pack full of Semtex? Odd vacation

"It was a hunting and fishing vacation, I like to fish with explosives, it's fun." Fen replied

ooc: assuming G11 rifle and Semtex explosive

OOC: Well duh

IC: The instructor looked at Fen,"You must be hungry"

"I would prefer not to answer." Fen replied

"What about a drink?"

"Not interested." Fen replied

Alright, your loss. Take him back out, and bring in the Drow...

OOC: I'm just going to do Kay, and then timeskip folks, to move this on a bit. Sorry to those who didn't get a chance

Iliyakim walks in on his own two feet, standing up straight. It's quite a feat, but he doesn't let the strain show on his face.

"Xas?"

"Sit down, and cut the Drow, I'm not speaking it, so you'll speak Basic, understand? Name?"

Fen gets taken back to the white noise room and is re-posed.

OOC: Fine with me
Helj answered with just a name and DOB, noting that he has no next of kin as of now, and is here for bear hunting, loving the sport, especially when using explosives and military rifles, saying that he tripped and the cartridge of his gun and the extras fell out, which he didn't realize for several hours and went back to get them and was the apprehended en route, and declined water and food, almost collapsing as he got up.

He sat down, leaning back slightly, as if relaxed. "Iliyakim. And before you ask, 5132469; ex - Col.; 15 Oreth, 667 Age of Maril; no next of kin."

He looked at his instructor. Those were the basics, and beyond those he would refuse to answer.

The instructor looked at the Drow pointedly,"What were you doing here?"

For a split second, he debated answering 'being a tourist,' but what would they have put in that pack, other than lead?

"I cannot answer that question."

A good answer

Your comrades tell me you were hunting. Care to add anything to that?

"Yes. This is a very boring looking room."

I don't care what the room looks like. Why can't you answer my question?

He shrugs eloquently. "Because I remember neither the question nor the answer."

You must be hungry. Food, drink?

The hunger wasn't an issue, but the thirst was agonising. The offer of something to drink would have been much appreciated...had it been genuine.

"No."

"Well, your loss*gestures, a truth serum is injected*Now, tell me, what were you doing here?

He could feel the serum working its way through his system, then evaluated what effect it should have on him.

"Taking a walk."

"For what purpose did you have a G11 assualt rifle and pack full of semtex on you?"

"I cannot answer that question."

"So, why can't you answer the question?"

"Because I cannot answer that question."

"I've had enough... take this one back"

Iliyakim staggers slightly as he stands, then straightens up and walks back out.

The cadets were all taken back to the facility, and were informed that they had 48 hours to do with as they wished. The only stipulation was that they had to remain within the compound at all times.

Fen staggered into the dorm and collapsed on his bed.

Iliyakim went and got something to drink and eat, then took a quick shower to dislodge the dirt and sweat. He put a salve on the blisters on his feet, hands, and where the shoulder straps had been on the pack. This would induce them to heal by the time he woke. He also took a vial of foul smelling liquid and knocked it back. There was a spell-component in there that would seek out the internal injuries.

He then went to his bunk and laid down, closing his eyes and willing himself into a healing trance.

He would be out for 24 hours.

As the cadets were taken back to their room and watched by a new group of instructors, the orginal ones regrouped and sat down to discuss the cadets,"First up, Iliyakim"

The response was universal,"Just for making it, he should be let in. And he didn't tell us anything in TQ"

"Agreed. Sergei?"

"Similar, although he could do with being a little less cocky. Trying to atagnize a captor is a bad move for you, as they are unlikely to be as gentle as we were with them"

"Alright*notes being taken*..."

By the end of the night, they had been talking for nearly eight hours, delibarating the cadets performance. Each had promise, but each also had much room for improvement. It was looking promising for all of them

Sixteen hours after Fen crashed on his bed, he woke up and headed to the bathroom, then to the showers and once clean, began looking for the medics.

Helj went and took a fast shower, getting all the dirt and grime off of him, wraped his ankle in an ace bandage, and slep for 24 hours straight, before going and eating at a mild pace for four hours...

Twenty-four hours exactly after Iliyakim laid down, he sat up. He stretched painfully, joints creaking and snapping back into alignment.

I haven't been through anything like that since the entrance trials for Sarnor Zotreth. But what sort of testing was that? White noise can be blocked...truth serum can be difficult to work around, but really? What's the point? Is human torture less cruel than Drow?

Other than the aches, he felt fine, other than dehydrated. He went and grabbed a drink, taking sips to reintroduce water to his system.

That walk was an elg'caress, though.

He stretched out his arms and back again, still feeling the pain of standing up straight.

Sixteen hours after Fen crashed on his bed, he woke up and headed to the bathroom, then to the showers and once clean, began looking for the medics.

He found them,"Yes, what seems to be the problem cadet?"

"My feet and these," Pointes to the lacerations on his feet as well as the hundreds of cuts and scrapes on his body.

"My feet and these," Pointes to the lacerations on his feet as well as the hundreds of cuts and scrapes on his body.

"Sit down," said the doctor, as he made a few notes and scanned Jen with a trocorder ( :) ),"Hm... these are easy enough to treat. I'd advise you to not take part in any real physical activity for at least 24 hours, give them time to heal. I can give you these painkillers, but this sort of injury is best left to heal by itself"

"Alright." Fen replied as he got up and headed toward the cafeteria.

Sergei awoke after just eight hours, he had slept in the stress positions, he didn't get much sleep during those tests, but it was enough for him to continue operating at almost his normal level, after taking a shower and changing his uniform he went looking for Iliyakim and Tylas, he had said they would be told his story and he was a man of his word.

Iliyakim was easy enough to find. He was standing at a window, looking out at the mountains. He was still enough to be mistaken as a statue.

OOC: Lol, SE, this guy is Faris' antithesis...Faris would be flipping that coin.

Fen got something to eat and drink, making sure not to gorge himself, before heading to the showers again and racking out on his bed.

Iliyakim was easy enough to find. He was standing at a window, looking out at the mountains. He was still enough to be mistaken as a statue.

OOC: Lol, SE, this guy is Faris' antithesis...Faris would be flipping that coin.


Eventually Sergei looked in the right place, he found Iliyakim staring out a window.

"Iliyakim, come with me please, I came looking for you to fulfill my promise of the other night, I need only for you to help me find Tylas and then I will show you my story."

For a moment, the Drow gave no indication of having heard, then he nodded.

"Very well."

For a moment, the Drow gave no indication of having heard, then he nodded.

"Very well."


OOC: I'm not sure when he's gonna show up, so I'm gonna assume we find him and he's willing to see what I have to show them, ok with everybody else?

IC:

In the dorms Sergei sets up a miniature projector using his helmet systems.

This is my story:

On the display you see a date, it is approximately 138 years ago...

The display shows a man that resembles Sergei, only with longer hair, and the hair is blonde, he is also finely dressed, like an overbred peacock.

He walks forward to a line and bows to a woman on a battered throne, the woman is his mother, she adresses him and orders him to a planet named Leviathan, he objects in the manner of a spoiled child, not by a well thought argument, but by whining, he did not win the argument.

The next scene shows a large ship in good repair, it then flashes to the princes cabin where he is arguing with his chief of staff, his chief of staff leaves and his valet enters, bearing a good deal of clothing, which he proceeds to neatly lay out on the princes bed, the prince informs him that he will not be attending dinner and the valet tries to reason with him, although he is kinderr about it than the chief of staff was.

The next scene is a major change, the prince is at dinner with his bodyguards and the ships company, an ensign delivers a toast to the queen, the video continues with the dinner until its end.

Later on the same night they are shown the same ensign walking to an ammunitions locker and retrieving high explosives, the ensign then walks to the engineering section and kills the marine guarding the door, she enters and begins emplacing the explosives on plasma conduits that control the FTL drive, the view flashes to the company sargeant major, who is making a round of the guard posts, she finds the dead engineering guard and reports it in, she then proceeds to follow the ensign who is sabotaging the ship. She kills the ensign and manages to escape before the dead mans switch triggers, forcing the ship out of FTL and throwing them nearly 90 lightyears off course.

The repairs that are made to the ship are covered in little detail, the character of the prince is covered in more depth, and the changes in his character are narrarated by Sergei throughout the repairs.

The next thing they see is a planet, moments later they see the inside of the bridge, where they have just detected an enemy ship in the system.

The video shows the battle planning and the fight between the transport ship and the cruiser, after the fight the prince is summoned to the bridge and meets with the captain, the ship has detected another enemy ship in the system, and will not be able to defeat them this time, they plan to destroy the ship as the enemy attempts a boarding action, they will send the prince and his bodyguards off on the assault ships to the planets surface in an attempt to retake the spaceport on the western continent.

OOC2: More post on this later, now I have to eat.

Iliyakim sat through the narration. He would reserve his comments - if any - until the end.

Iliyakim sat through the narration. He would reserve his comments - if any - until the end.


The next scene is of the landing on the planet, after the destruction of the transport ship, the marines begin to unload the shuttles and assemble their gear. The prince is dressed in hunting garb, and carrying the same gun that Sergei brought with him to the facility. They begin to move out and they encounter one of the planets forms of wildlife, an elephantine beast over 6 meters in height, built like an ancient triceratops from earth, the prince shoots the beast because he believes it might pose a danger to the column, the captain of the marine company reams him out for taking unnecessary risks.

They then meet their first native, who was saved by the princes shot and now owes him a blood-debt, which gives them passage through his tribal lands, on the way their they lose one man to a vampiric moth, and another to a deadly caterpillar that injects the soldier with a flesh eating venom, the soldiers body dissolves into a puddle in his skeleton.

In the natives village they agree to help deal with the neighboring city state, who has been giving them poor quality goods, one of which resulted in the death of the chiefs son. They solve the problems by destroying some of the top ranking members of the city state, then they move out with a large grant of food and money from the government.

OOC: the next post is gonna be uber huge because it's a fight, that post'll come tomorrow.

Fools...to disrupt a government and then just leave.

OOC: hey guys sorry I havent been on in forever, as you might have noticed I've been gone the last 2 days.

IC: The second Tylas got back from the tests, he immediatly drank (though not in large quantities) to become hydrated again. He then hopped in to the shower, and let the hot water wipe off all the grime. The steaming liquid made his cuts burn horribly, but who cared? Pain showed he was alive and well. He was happy to get through it all. He then spent an hour eating everything in sight, then Illyakim and Sergei were up to and how they had fared on the tests. They were looking for him anyways, so they sat down and Sergei began his tale.

Over the next hours they viewed the slaughter of half the company at Voitan, the loss at Marshad, the battle between the companies survivors and the rampaging Flar-Ke outside of Ran-Tai, the fight against the Wespar outside Diaspra, and the training of the Diaspran army. Then they saw the fight against the last of the Wespar and the trip top K'vaerns cove, and the development of more weapons, rifles, then building another army, then destroying the entire Boman horde, all 70,000 of them, along with the prince and just two companies holding the entire flank of the force.

They see the voyage to another continent, the destruction of one of their ships by a giant fish, and the slaughter of their allies as they face the pirates of the far coast, then the battle against the cannibals who are the "civilized" people of the valleys on the new continent. They see the fight of the Shin tribesmen against the Krath cannibals, and the destruction of the Krath army. They see the battle to sieze the star-port and the destruction of the remnants of the company as they try to sieze a ship against a command company.

They see the battle between the princes allies and the people who had imprisoned his mother and betrayed his family, and in the end, defeated his friends and allies, the last image is that of his wife, throwing an unconcious prince into a shuttle, and then turning with three other troops and holding off the attackers long enough for him to escape, and in the process, sacrificing their lives.

The prince in the last picture is Sergei, a tall, brown haired man, with a cold face and hard eyes, the man that sits before them look no different from the face in the final image.

"That is my story, I failed my troops, my family, myself, and my country, I am unforgiven, now, maybe you will understand why I am the man I am."

"Your family seemed not that they would not forgive you for leading them to their deaths. You saw there that they were willing to die for you. They seemed more the people that would wish you well in all your endeavors. No...if you wish to see a true example of a failure, then I will tell you of my life...especially these last three years."

The Drow's voice was as soft and harsh as ever, not letting a tinge of emotion to it. In all truth, he didn't dare, for fear of what might come from it.

"Your family seemed not that they would not forgive you for leading them to their deaths. You saw there that they were willing to die for you. They seemed more the people that would wish you well in all your endeavors. No...if you wish to see a true example of a failure, then I will tell you of my life...especially these last three years."

The Drow's voice was as soft and harsh as ever, not letting a tinge of emotion to it. In all truth, he didn't dare, for fear of what might come from it.


"I shall listen, as you have given me the courtsey of listening to me."

"My case is somewhat unique. In Kaymiril, sons usually follow in their fathers' footsteps, and daughters follow their mothers. I was born into a small, agricultural community in Lothra province, just shy of three hundred and sixty years ago. When I was twenty-five, my aunt, Trillri, returned with a five-year-old daughter, Elemmiire. We were having problems with a dragon at that point....as well as a plague. They were both dealt with, but many died...my aunt and young cousin among those counted dead.
"It was of little consequence to me...I was but a child. I grew up, and when I turned fifty, I went off to learn how to be a soldier. I went through the heirarchy, and eventually became second in command of the nation's elite non-magick fighting force, Sarnor Zotreth. It translates into your language as 'Swift Strike.'
"While I was still a junior officer, though, I married. I was a century and a half old. A hundred years later, my wife and I had a daughter."

At this point, he pulls off his pendant and opened it. "This is the last I have of either of them...it is my most prized possession."

"Three years ago, the plague resurfaced in Lothra province. I was kept away, and no news reached me of my family's fate, so I was much relieved when the regional quarantine was lifted and I learned that the vaccine had reached my house before the contagion had. I also learned that my wife was expecting another child. At that point, I considered myself to be the most fortunate man in my nation. I was at the top of my career, I had a wonderful wife and a beautiful daughter, and I was told that a son was on the way.
"Barely a month before that child was due, Sarnor Zotreth was invited to a parade function. I hadn't been to one of those in a while, and Decided to go, even though my wife wanted me to stay with her. I had the eerie feeling the entire time that I needed to be at home, but I dismissed it as paranoia."

He pauses then, looking as though he had a bitter taste in his mouth.

"I came home to find them both dead...nothing taken...my family just murdered...and I have no difficulties imagining what their murderer put them through in their last few hours of life. I investigated it...pulled strings...spoke to people...and then, in the lonliest place in Vashano, he came to me."

A cold mix of rage and hatred fills Iliyakim's eyes.

"One of the lowest members of Sarnor Zotreth came to me, and described in detail how he'd killed them. I was more merciful. I slit his throat.
"Vengeance is something allowed in Kaymiril. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, a life for a life, I believe you humans put it. However...you must be able to prove your reason for vengeance, and by coming to me where no one else could hear, he sealed my death, as well. I could not prove it...but I wanted to die."

He paused. "Give me a moment...this last part of my tale must be told without bitterness...and it is a difficult thing to do."

OOC: It's really going to be another long post unto itself.

"My case is somewhat unique. In Kaymiril, sons usually follow in their fathers' footsteps, and daughters follow their mothers. I was born into a small, agricultural community in Lothra province, just shy of three hundred and sixty years ago. When I was twenty-five, my aunt, Trillri, returned with a five-year-old daughter, Elemmiire. We were having problems with a dragon at that point....as well as a plague. They were both dealt with, but many died...my aunt and young cousin among those counted dead.
"It was of little consequence to me...I was but a child. I grew up, and when I turned fifty, I went off to learn how to be a soldier. I went through the heirarchy, and eventually became second in command of the nation's elite non-magick fighting force, Sarnor Zotreth. It translates into your language as 'Swift Strike.'
"While I was still a junior officer, though, I married. I was a century and a half old. A hundred years later, my wife and I had a daughter."

At this point, he pulls off his pendant and opened it. "This is the last I have of either of them...it is my most prized possession."

"Three years ago, the plague resurfaced in Lothra province. I was kept away, and no news reached me of my family's fate, so I was much relieved when the regional quarantine was lifted and I learned that the vaccine had reached my house before the contagion had. I also learned that my wife was expecting another child. At that point, I considered myself to be the most fortunate man in my nation. I was at the top of my career, I had a wonderful wife and a beautiful daughter, and I was told that a son was on the way.
"Barely a month before that child was due, Sarnor Zotreth was invited to a parade function. I hadn't been to one of those in a while, and Decided to go, even though my wife wanted me to stay with her. I had the eerie feeling the entire time that I needed to be at home, but I dismissed it as paranoia."

He pauses then, looking as though he had a bitter taste in his mouth.

"I came home to find them both dead...nothing taken...my family just murdered...and I have no difficulties imagining what their murderer put them through in their last few hours of life. I investigated it...pulled strings...spoke to people...and then, in the lonliest place in Vashano, he came to me."

A cold mix of rage and hatred fills Iliyakim's eyes.

"One of the lowest members of Sarnor Zotreth came to me, and described in detail how he'd killed them. I was more merciful. I slit his throat.
"Vengeance is something allowed in Kaymiril. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, a life for a life, I believe you humans put it. However...you must be able to prove your reason for vengeance, and by coming to me where no one else could hear, he sealed my death, as well. I could not prove it...but I wanted to die."

He paused. "Give me a moment...this last part of my tale must be told without bitterness...and it is a difficult thing to do."

OOC: It's really going to be another long post unto itself.


"Eye for eye, tooth for tooth, breath for breath, life for life, if a man should kill your child then let him die also, if a man should steal of your flocks, and kill it, then let you take back double what was stolen, so sayeth the lord."

"My case is somewhat unique. In Kaymiril, sons usually follow in their fathers' footsteps, and daughters follow their mothers. I was born into a small, agricultural community in Lothra province, just shy of three hundred and sixty years ago. When I was twenty-five, my aunt, Trillri, returned with a five-year-old daughter, Elemmiire. We were having problems with a dragon at that point....as well as a plague. They were both dealt with, but many died...my aunt and young cousin among those counted dead.
"It was of little consequence to me...I was but a child. I grew up, and when I turned fifty, I went off to learn how to be a soldier. I went through the heirarchy, and eventually became second in command of the nation's elite non-magick fighting force, Sarnor Zotreth. It translates into your language as 'Swift Strike.'
"While I was still a junior officer, though, I married. I was a century and a half old. A hundred years later, my wife and I had a daughter."

At this point, he pulls off his pendant and opened it. "This is the last I have of either of them...it is my most prized possession."

"Three years ago, the plague resurfaced in Lothra province. I was kept away, and no news reached me of my family's fate, so I was much relieved when the regional quarantine was lifted and I learned that the vaccine had reached my house before the contagion had. I also learned that my wife was expecting another child. At that point, I considered myself to be the most fortunate man in my nation. I was at the top of my career, I had a wonderful wife and a beautiful daughter, and I was told that a son was on the way.
"Barely a month before that child was due, Sarnor Zotreth was invited to a parade function. I hadn't been to one of those in a while, and Decided to go, even though my wife wanted me to stay with her. I had the eerie feeling the entire time that I needed to be at home, but I dismissed it as paranoia."

He pauses then, looking as though he had a bitter taste in his mouth.

"I came home to find them both dead...nothing taken...my family just murdered...and I have no difficulties imagining what their murderer put them through in their last few hours of life. I investigated it...pulled strings...spoke to people...and then, in the lonliest place in Vashano, he came to me."

A cold mix of rage and hatred fills Iliyakim's eyes.

"One of the lowest members of Sarnor Zotreth came to me, and described in detail how he'd killed them. I was more merciful. I slit his throat.
"Vengeance is something allowed in Kaymiril. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, a life for a life, I believe you humans put it. However...you must be able to prove your reason for vengeance, and by coming to me where no one else could hear, he sealed my death, as well. I could not prove it...but I wanted to die."

He paused. "Give me a moment...this last part of my tale must be told without bitterness...and it is a difficult thing to do."

OOC: It's really going to be another long post unto itself.

Cougar was listening in, via microphones built into the room. It was something SESOU had been doing for years, using the information obtained in 'interrorgation' training. Not this time. His eyes went wide as he heard any number of words he recognized, most potently,"Trilli"

His wifes mother had been called Trilli... his wife had been born in Lothra province... her orginal name had been Elemmiire. He'd been there himself three years ago, helping the people there. He sat back in the chair, and laced his hands in front of him,"To tell her or not... he can never know of her... such a shame"

"Eye for eye, tooth for tooth, breath for breath, life for life, if a man should kill your child then let him die also, if a man should steal of your flocks, and kill it, then let you take back double what was stolen, so sayeth the lord."
"Very much our philosophy...so long as you can prove it."

He drew in a breath.

"I was tried for murder and pronounced guilty. However, instead of killing me outright, they decided to use me in an experiment that had been ongoing. They'd wanted a soldier for a while, but had never been able to get one, as all the ones before had died in the testing. Thus far, all they'd been able to get were petty murderers, common criminals...but I...I was something new. I was adjusted to be about 95% as strong as the average human, with other slight modifications...better vision and hearing, and a better 'awareness'...almost a precognition, but not. I was also made to be completely loyal, in thought and action, to the Maril line -- our Royal House. To even think ill of them sends waves of pain through me. When my initial testing was done, they wished to see what I was truly capable of. So, they sent me here."

"Very much our philosophy...so long as you can prove it."

He drew in a breath.

"I was tried for murder and pronounced guilty. However, instead of killing me outright, they decided to use me in an experiment that had been ongoing. They'd wanted a soldier for a while, but had never been able to get one, as all the ones before had died in the testing. Thus far, all they'd been able to get were petty murderers, common criminals...but I...I was something new. I was adjusted to be about 95% as strong as the average human, with other slight modifications...better vision and hearing, and a better 'awareness'...almost a precognition, but not. I was also made to be completely loyal, in thought and action, to the Maril line -- our Royal House. To even think ill of them sends waves of pain through me. When my initial testing was done, they wished to see what I was truly capable of. So, they sent me here."


Tylas knew this was hard for the Drow to talk about, but he asked him a question. "Did the murderer have any reason for killing your wife and child, or was it just spite?" He asked this because this was the reason his fiance' had been slain.

"Reasons? He had two. First, my wife had rebuffed his advances many times. Second...how could I, a farmer, be better at his job than he, who had been born to be a soldier. He did not understand...all told, his reasons were of spite."

The Drow's voice, up until this point relatively flat and emotionless, wavered.

Cougar sat at his desk, flicking through something, before he found what he wanted,"D'anthe"

Cougar sat at his desk, flicking through something, before he found what he wanted,"D'anthe"
"Krawwk?"

Can I talk to her, or is she busy?

"I'm right here, James, he's just picking on you again."

Her face comes into the screen, and she smiles. "Hello."

"Good to see you... listen, you got a spare ten minutes, at the outside? I've got something you might want to hear"

"Yeah, I have ten minutes."

"Alright... I have an audio file here, recording not five minutes ago... from a Drow candiadate known as Iliyakim... something I think will interest you.*plays the audio file to her*Sound familiar?"

"Tellryon...and that voice belongs to Iliyakim...formerly second-in-command of Sarnor Zotreth."

Focus more specifically on the section on his past*replays it*

"My mother's name...and my birth name...That's...interesting...to say the least..."

"I thought you had a right to know... but I haven't mentioned this to anyone else"

She nods...she can't really do anything else...she hasn't had any blood family since she was too small to remember.

"Do you want me to come home for twenty-four hours? I've got nothing to do here for the moment"

"I wouldn't say no to your coming home, if you can...This was the last thing I was expecting."

"I can be there soon... then we can sit down and talk about this. I'll see in a little while, alright? I love you"

She nods. "I love you, too." She closes the transmission, then looks at her raven.

"Well...this is...confusing."

Iliyakim looked around. "What sort of man leaves his family to die?"

ooc: I hope this is still open....

IC:

The Imperial House of Kordo humbly submits one of its men for your training.

Name: Matthew Leo
Age: 30
Weight: 200 Lb's
Height: 6 Feet 5 Inches
Build: Massive
Previous Expierence: Army: 6 years Kordoan Embassy Security(Highly elite unit) 4 years
Special Skills: Experience with most arms (G2, P-90, M-16 exc), Anti-Terrorist Training, 4 Languages (German, English(both of which are spoken in Kordo), Spanish, Mandarin Chinese)

OOC: Still open

IC: Your man is accepted, send him to the SESOU training facility

Matthew Leo walked up to the building and checked his map again. The Kordoan government had sent him here discreatly to learn new methods of training its Special-Op's personel. He walked into the building and looked for someone in charge.

Iliyakim looked around. "What sort of man leaves his family to die?"

"What kind of man has his wife sacrifice herself so that he can live? My friend I believe that you have done better than ever I could have in those circumstances, I honor you for your strength."(if Sergei had had those experiences he would have killed everyone in the unit who knew the attack was coming, which, in his opinion, woyuld have been all of them)

"What kind of man has his wife sacrifice herself so that he can live? My friend I believe that you have done better than ever I could have in those circumstances, I honor you for your strength."(if Sergei had had those experiences he would have killed everyone in the unit who knew the attack was coming, which, in his opinion, woyuld have been all of them)
"Strength? Bah." Iliyakim stood up and turned to leave. "My apologies, but this conversation grows wearisome." He walks away, his footfalls apparently heavy, but making no sound on the floors.

"Strength? Bah." Iliyakim stood up and turned to leave. "My apologies, but this conversation grows old." He walks away, his footfalls apparently heavy, but making no sound on the floors.


"I will respect your wish, but I ask that you consider all I have said this day, I would feel a great loss if you fell because of your own antipathy for living."

In the background Sergeis helmet begins to play Metallicas Unforgiven, followed by Unforgiven 2 and Carpe Diem Baby, and finally, Low Mans Lyric, as the last strains of Low Mans Lyric fade, Sergei begins to play another song set, Until it Sleeps, Prince Charming, The House That Jack Built, and the last song he intended to play, Master of Puppets.

About twenty hours after they had returned, Fen deemed himself ready activity. He headed to the showers and bathroom. After he finished, he stopped by his bed, where he pulled out a deck of cards and headed for the cafeteria. Once there he got a drink and began playing a game.

"I will respect your wish, but I ask that you consider all I have said this day, I would feel a great loss if you fell because of your own antipathy for living."

In the background Sergeis helmet begins to play Metallicas Unforgiven, followed by Unforgiven 2 and Carpe Diem Baby, and finally, Low Mans Lyric, as the last strains of Low Mans Lyric fade, Sergei begins to play another song set, Until it Sleeps, Prince Charming, The House That Jack Built, and the last song he intended to play, Master of Puppets.
Iliyakim got back to his bunk and thought on this. "Whether I live or die...when I live or die, will be dictated by the gods, be they cruel or kind."

After a peroid of 48 hours, a call went out over the PA system,"Would all cadets report to the main briefing room"

Iliyakim, healed for the most part, heeded the call and went down to the briefing room.

Fen backed up his cards and headed to indicated room, injuries and exhaustion, healed.

Cougar was standing at the front of the room, and silently gestured to those who arrived to sit down along the front

The Drow warrior took his seat silently. Well...so much for the easy part, then.

Helj heard the call as he was coming out of the bathroom, and immediatley went to the briefing room.

After a peroid of 48 hours, a call went out over the PA system,"Would all cadets report to the main briefing room"

Sergei moved out to the breifing room, almost fully healed, he was still in pretty bad shape, and he knew it was only going to get worse, he took a seat near Iliyakim, but not too close.

Fen took a seat and pulled out a pen which he began spinning and twirling.

"Thank you all for waiting," said Cougar, moving away from the front and coming to stand in front of them,"I'll be quick about this. None of you have passed..."

He left himself delibratley hanging

Seriously, this is a tactic that was old when I was young.

Cougar shot him a look, as if he knew what the Drow was thinking

Fen stopped the pen as the Colonel began speaking. Hearing him leave his sentance open-ended, he simply waited for him to finish or for someone to ask a question.

Cougar shot him a look, as if he knew what the Drow was thinking

Iliyakim sat there, impassively.

"Thank you all for waiting," said Cougar, moving away from the front and coming to stand in front of them,"I'll be quick about this. None of you have passed..."

He left himself delibratley hanging

Sergei remained as he was, simply looking at the colonel with a thousand yard stare.

"None of you have passed...yet. You've all been selected to continue the training, and thus the hard part is over for you all. Well done"

He began to clap for them, and then he was joined by five others, the instructors who had been taking them throughout the selection

The hard part is over, he says...interesting. The pre-selection for the course was considered the easiest in Sarnor Zotreth.

Hmph... why don't I believe it Helj thought to himself, maybe beacuse for me getting in was easy and getting out was the hard part "What's next for us then? weapons training? tactics?" Helj asked stoically.

OOC: Illior, you're way too cocky

IC: "All of the above and more to come"

"None of you have passed...yet. You've all been selected to continue the training, and thus the hard part is over for you all. Well done"

He began to clap for them, and then he was joined by five others, the instructors who had been taking them throughout the selection

Tylas waited for the further instructions. He was completely healed now, mentally and physically, and if the hardest part was over as Cougar said, then he might just make it through the course. But for all he knew, Cougar was mearly playing with them. He would try his hardest, no matter what.

OOC: Meant to be that way, and also somewhat of a know-it-all in his thoughts, but mainly quiet on the outside. Will change it if you want, but that's the way he is. He thinks he is the best, eventhough he's not.

"Alright," Fen said to himself and pulled out his pen and began playing with it again.

ooc: it looks like this http://www.lookatentertainment.com/v/v-550.htm

ooc: are we ever gonna start this up again? its been like 4 or 5 days

OOC: Sorry to all of you, I've been meaning to get this running once more but have kept forgetting. You have my personal assuarance that there will be an IC post in this thread before the day is out

OOC: Or I'll pester him about it mercilessly -- when I'm on.

cool, thats good to know

"As I was saying, you all have been accepted into the training cadre... and as such, we are going to allow you to learn your instructors names.*To the Instructors*Can you join me please?"

They did so, standing at ease just behind him, and removing their balaclavas to reveal their faces. They were a variety of ages, genders and colours, but it didn't matter. Cougar went up to each in turn, and put his hand on their shoulder as he walked along behind the line, introducing each one,"Lieutenant Colonel Watt Tyler, my second in command, and an expert in foreign languages... Major Matthew Konig, our top sniper... Captain Charlotte Grey, our team medic... Captain Wolf, the teams pointman, expert tracker and demolitionist... Lieutenant George Beris, the teams heavy weapons expert."

The last man was huge, at least 6'5" tall, and built like a tank. He was black, and his head was topped with a short, military cropped style black hair. Captains' Grey and Wolf were the two female members of the team, both muscular, but not so much so that they had lost their feminiminty. Major Konig had grey hair, most likely brought on by long hours of stress due to his profession. His eyes were bright and piercing, however. Finally, Lt. Col. Tyler, the second in command, an imposing figure indeed. He was a good head taller than Cougar, but still Cougar maintained the overall prescense. That was his gift.

"These men and woman will be your tutors throughout your time here. Some of you*Looks pointedly at Iliyakim*may be asked to stay on with the unit if you complete the training. The others, will be returned to your nations and allowed to do as you please. Are there any questions?"

The Drow warrior didn't stir. He had no questions...he was ready for the program to begin.

"As I was saying, you all have been accepted into the training cadre... and as such, we are going to allow you to learn your instructors names.*To the Instructors*Can you join me please?"

They did so, standing at ease just behind him, and removing their balaclavas to reveal their faces. They were a variety of ages, genders and colours, but it didn't matter. Cougar went up to each in turn, and put his hand on their shoulder as he walked along behind the line, introducing each one,"Lieutenant Colonel Watt Tyler, my second in command, and an expert in foreign languages... Major Matthew Konig, our top sniper... Captain Charlotte Grey, our team medic... Captain Wolf, the teams pointman, expert tracker and demolitionist... Lieutenant George Beris, the teams heavy weapons expert."

The last man was huge, at least 6'5" tall, and built like a tank. He was black, and his head was topped with a short, military cropped style black hair. Captains' Grey and Wolf were the two female members of the team, both muscular, but not so much so that they had lost their feminiminty. Major Konig had grey hair, most likely brought on by long hours of stress due to his profession. His eyes were bright and piercing, however. Finally, Lt. Col. Tyler, the second in command, an imposing figure indeed. He was a good head taller than Cougar, but still Cougar maintained the overall prescense. That was his gift.

"These men and woman will be your tutors throughout your time here. Some of you*Looks pointedly at Iliyakim*may be asked to stay on with the unit if you complete the training. The others, will be returned to your nations and allowed to do as you please. Is there any questions?"


"I would request that I be allowed to stay on after the training is complete, as a member of the team."

Sergei had barely raised his voice, but he knew everyone had heard him.

"You wouldn't be a member of this particular team, oh no. There are only ever six in this unit. There are however, a total of twenty six units... or there will be, once we finish the rebuilding of our strength. You would be assigned to one of those units"

"I would request that I be allowed to stay on after the training is complete, as a member of the team."

Sergei had barely raised his voice, but he knew everyone had heard him.
Wael was Iliyakim's thought at this.

"You wouldn't be a member of this particular team, oh no. There are only ever six in this unit. There are however, a total of twenty six units... or there will be, once we finish the rebuilding of our strength. You would be assigned to one of those units"


"Quite alright, I'm tired of being a pawn for my government, I'd rather notr say more than that though."

"It is a pleasure to meet you five in person." Fen said, a partial-bow to each of the instructors.

"Quite alright, I'm tired of being a pawn for my government, I'd rather notr say more than that though."
"Those that strike from the shadows are often more effective than those that strike from the light."

OOC: Kaymirilian proverb. In the original Drow:

Nindyn nindel zotreth dal l' veldrin ph' desu mzild elghinyrrok taga nindyn nindel zotreth dal l' ssussun.

"It is a pleasure to meet you five in person." Fen said, a partial-bow to each of the instructors.

Major Konig spoke. His voice was quiet at this point in time, but he was a witty son of a b**ch, as the rest knew to their folly,"It's nothing really special. If you fail, we wipe your memories"

Wael was Iliyakim's thought at this.


OOC: what's that mean? I can usually figure it out from context but that one escapes me.

IC:

Sergei just looked at Iliyakim for a moment, then looked away again, like nothing had happened.

SIC:

Sergei is a minimal telepath, his look was a sending to Iliyakim, "Meet me at the window tonight, we will speak more then."

OOC: what's that mean? I can usually figure it out from context but that one escapes me.

IC:

Sergei just looked at Iliyakim for a moment, then looked away again, like nothing had happened.

SIC:

Sergei is a minimal telepath, his look was a sending to Iliyakim, "Meet me at the window tonight, we will speak more then."
Pity that Iliyakim isn't telepathic at all, and can no more receive than send.

"Those that strike from the shadows are often more effective than those that strike from the light."

OOC: Kaymirilian proverb. In the original Drow:

Nindyn nindel zotreth dal l' veldrin ph' desu mzild elghinyrrok taga nindyn nindel zotreth dal l' ssussun.

"Pawn he is, Pawn he was, Pawn to what he is and what he refuses to become, the Pawn is in play, and the play is a trial."

With that he goes silent, and will not speak dfor the rest of the meeting.

Pity that Iliyakim isn't telepathic at all, and can no more receive than send.

OOC: I expected that, oh well, I'll have to come up with some other way to get him aside for a talk.

"As I was saying, you all have been accepted into the training cadre... and as such, we are going to allow you to learn your instructors names.*To the Instructors*Can you join me please?"

They did so, standing at ease just behind him, and removing their balaclavas to reveal their faces. They were a variety of ages, genders and colours, but it didn't matter. Cougar went up to each in turn, and put his hand on their shoulder as he walked along behind the line, introducing each one,"Lieutenant Colonel Watt Tyler, my second in command, and an expert in foreign languages... Major Matthew Konig, our top sniper... Captain Charlotte Grey, our team medic... Captain Wolf, the teams pointman, expert tracker and demolitionist... Lieutenant George Beris, the teams heavy weapons expert."

The last man was huge, at least 6'5" tall, and built like a tank. He was black, and his head was topped with a short, military cropped style black hair. Captains' Grey and Wolf were the two female members of the team, both muscular, but not so much so that they had lost their feminiminty. Major Konig had grey hair, most likely brought on by long hours of stress due to his profession. His eyes were bright and piercing, however. Finally, Lt. Col. Tyler, the second in command, an imposing figure indeed. He was a good head taller than Cougar, but still Cougar maintained the overall prescense. That was his gift.

"These men and woman will be your tutors throughout your time here. Some of you*Looks pointedly at Iliyakim*may be asked to stay on with the unit if you complete the training. The others, will be returned to your nations and allowed to do as you please. Are there any questions?"



Tylas nodded to each as they were introduced. He did not say anything, but thought in his head about later asking Cougar or one of the other tutors about the possibility of joining one of their teams, if he indeed did complete the training.

OOC: I'm going to be away for two weeks, with no access to NS (probably). So I'm turning over control of my char to SE, until I return.

OOC: I'm going to be away for two weeks, with no access to NS (probably). So I'm turning over control of my char to SE, until I return.

OOC: ok, have fun wherever it is trhat you're going.

hey guys im gonna be gone for 1 week.....SE can you take over my account while im gone? thx...

OOC: Ok, so that's two people who have left me thier account.... Kaymiril is understandable... but TCO... oh well. All the others, I'm just going to read back through and get a good feel for their chars

hey all im back

OOC: Good. Now, I'll get this rolling again... when I get on again, I promise you that

sounds like a plan

"Right, you've all been introduced to the team. Now, if you have questions for them in particular, then they will be happy to answer them for you"

Fen sat and waited, he didn't have any questions at present.

Iliyakim had no questions...he'd worked with these people once before. It was odd to be here now, partially because of that.

Cougar took the silence as read,"Fair enough, you are all dismissed. The shooting range is open if anyone wishes to use it, as is the gymnasium and other such services. You are in control of your external training now... we can only teach you the theory"

He left, as did the other instructors. All going their seperate ways. Cougar took his Browning High Power pistol, and went to the ranges, firing off some rounds, the sound echoing around the compound

OOC: Feel Free to join him

Iliyakim walked to the shooting range. Grabbing a pistol, he selected a spot and started shooting. His rounds hit with deadly accuracy, the product of three hundred years of work. Now, there was no effort to his aim...merely precision.

"You really don't want to be here, do you?"

"I am a soldier...or I was, almost all my life. I am where I was told to be. I do not question, nor argue. I merely obey."

Cougar shrugged,"Only because you can no longer question those orders"

Fen, rather than heading to the range heads to the gymnasium where he begins limbering up followed by a work-out on the rings/balance beam/uneven bars followed by shadow boxing.

"I do not see the point. I will live as long as I live, and I will die when I die. What does it matter should I die in combat or as a result of my own rebellion?"

"You want to finish this life? I can help you do that... I know what it is like to loose someone, and want to follow them, even if it means laying down your life to do so. I can give you that chance"

Fen, rather than heading to the range heads to the gymnasium where he begins limbering up followed by a work-out on the rings/balance beam/uneven bars followed by shadow boxing.

Wolf came in, watching him for a little while as she ran on the treadmill

"An assignment? I will accept it. You do realize, however...that suicide missions are Sarnor Zotreth's specialty?"

"An assignment? I will accept it. You do realize, however...that suicide missions are Sarnor Zotreth's specialty?"

"Whoever mentioned a suicide mission? I know I didn't"

"Very well then. What would you have me do?"

After he'd spent fifteen minutes on each of the three MAs he was most skilled at, he headed over to the treadmills and began running. "Hello, how are you?" He asked Wolf.

"Very well then. What would you have me do?"

"Which ever mission I deem most sutiable for you.. after all, the final exam is an actual assignement"

After he'd spent fifteen minutes on each of the three MAs he was most skilled at, he headed over to the treadmills and began running. "Hello, how are you?" He asked Wolf.

"Hot, and sticky," she said, tipping some water down her throat,"How are you finding this unit so far?"

Her pace was much faster than his