NationStates Jolt Archive

Trafa nodded.

"Probably why he's there. It's a big and bad Universe out there, so we'll probably do our best to help out. I heard he's going to offer the Queen the chance to join BETAC." Trafa said, slightly proud.
"BETAC?" The Drow's eyes narrowed suspicously.

He then turned to Sergei.

"That is interesting and unusual."

"BETAC?" The Drow's eyes narrowed suspicously.

He then turned to Sergei.

"That is interesting and unusual."

"I have to keep my opiunions from affecting my perceptions of allies or possible allies, as long as you were land bound I could give my prejudices free reign, now I must stop and think, it is not good to anger a possible ally with an inappropriate comment, I truly apologise for myt actions before, I am in your debt for you not killing me for my indescretions."

"New cultures to meet, and take care to not offend. Some so hostile that they will declare war unprovoked. Kaymiril, despite having a number of allies, and good men to fight for her, is not a nation accustomed to war. Now, while there are new allies to be found...there are also new enemies."

"Its quite true" butted in Tylas. "Our nation opened up to the infinite universe only a while ago also, and there was an almost instant attempt from another nation on taking ours. Luckily, in that small window we had already formed a poweful alliance and were able to stop this, but what you said is absolutely true." He finished by saying "But thats the part about life, taking risks"

Trafa laughed a bit.

"Don't worry. BETAC just ensures that we're in our legal rights to assist Kaymiril. Basically, we consider you one of us, even though you aren't, if you get that."

Trafa laughed a bit.

"Don't worry. BETAC just ensures that we're in our legal rights to assist Kaymiril. Basically, we consider you one of us, even though you aren't, if you get that."

Major Konig heard this as he walked past,"You shouldn't need legal rights to help them... you just should. Snake Eaters has been doing it without any treaty for three years"

Trafa shrugged at the new man.

"Don't ask me, I'm not a buerocrat. I think it has something to do with the fact that Outer Heaven can't give assistance to Nations that aren't their own. Some of OH's enemies view it as an act of war apparently."

Trafa shrugged again.

"But as I said, I'm a soldier, not a buerocrat."

Trafa shrugged at the new man.

"Don't ask me, I'm not a buerocrat. I think it has something to do with the fact that Outer Heaven can't give assistance to Nations that aren't their own. Some of OH's enemies view it as an act of war apparently."

Trafa shrugged again.

"But as I said, I'm a soldier, not a buerocrat."

"I'm a solider too, and you want to be careful. Politics and solidering are entertwined. Politics dictates a soliders enemy. And watch the tone, or I'll have the Colonel all over you"

OOC: Major Matthew Konig is Cougar's sniper, and a close friend

"I have to keep my opiunions from affecting my perceptions of allies or possible allies, as long as you were land bound I could give my prejudices free reign, now I must stop and think, it is not good to anger a possible ally with an inappropriate comment, I truly apologise for myt actions before, I am in your debt for you not killing me for my indescretions."
Iliyakim nearly choked on the bite he was about to swallow, and started coughing.

"If I said that I expected that to come out of your mouth in my lifetime, I'd be a liar."

"Its quite true" butted in Tylas. "Our nation opened up to the infinite universe only a while ago also, and there was an almost instant attempt from another nation on taking ours. Luckily, in that small window we had already formed a poweful alliance and were able to stop this, but what you said is absolutely true." He finished by saying "But thats the part about life, taking risks"
"We would not be in space yet if not for our alliance with Snake Eaters, Balrogga, and Warhaven. The world is cold enough...but the universe?"

Trafa laughed a bit.

"Don't worry. BETAC just ensures that we're in our legal rights to assist Kaymiril. Basically, we consider you one of us, even though you aren't, if you get that."
"I understand it. Know now, though, that Kaymiril will not be a protectorate, of any nation. We appreciate our allies, but we are also very independent."

Trafa looked up.

"I apologise if I used a 'tone', as you call them. I meant no insult, I was just expressing my view on BETAC. It's a great constitution, fair for all, I just hate that we have to use it all the time with our allies. Technically, most people in this Universe to us are Serpantians."

"I understand it. Know now, though, that Kaymiril will not be a protectorate, of any nation. We appreciate our allies, but we are also very independent."

Trafa inclined his head.

"Of course," Trafa then looked around, "Am I accidentally insulting you all? Many of you seem to make your points very clear to me."

Iliyakim nearly choked on the bite he was about to swallow, and started coughing.

"If I said that I expected that to come out of your mouth in my lifetime, I'd be a liar."


"We would not be in space yet if not for our alliance with Snake Eaters, Balrogga, and Warhaven. The world is cold enough...but the universe?"


"I understand it. Know now, though, that Kaymiril will not be a protectorate, of any nation. We appreciate our allies, but we are also very independent."

"Wether it is expected or not, it has been said, and it is meant in the spirit it was said in, accept it or not, as you will. It is up to you now."

Trafa inclined his head.

"Of course," Trafa then looked around, "Am I accidentally insulting you all? Many of you seem to make your points very clear to me."
"We are soldiers, and therefore speak bluntly."

"Wether it is expected or not, it has been said, and it is meant in the spirit it was said in, accept it or not, as you will. It is up to you now."
"I'll accept it...so long as it is not contradicted."

Trafa nodded.

"We do this too, although we don't tend to talk about politics. We tend to talk more about the task ahead, and 'Who are we killing this time'?"

Trafa nodded.

"We do this too, although we don't tend to talk about politics. We tend to talk more about the task ahead, and 'Who are we killing this time'?"
"The way things have been going, each other, but hopefully that should stop."

"We are soldiers, and therefore speak bluntly."


"I'll accept it...so long as it is not contradicted."

"I try to avoid contradicting myself. It makes me look bad when I do."

"I try to avoid contradicting myself. It makes me look bad when I do."
"Good."

"Good."
Sergei just laughed at that.

Trafa looked around.

"So, what was your 'favourite' part of training?" He asked Iliyakim.

Trafa looked around.

"So, what was your 'favourite' part of training?" He asked Iliyakim.


Sergei couldn't resist, "The Long Haul, it was great, you'll love it."

Trafa looked around.

"So, what was your 'favourite' part of training?" He asked Iliyakim.
Iliyakim almost shot Sergei a dirty look.

"Probably the first morning. That or the interrogation, one of the two. And while Sergei may have loved the Long Haul...Drow aren't built for that sort of activity."

Trafa shrugged.

"We can carry weights and run long distances, but Brutus are above trying to 'show off'. The Interrogation I would agree with, your mind cannot take as much as the body."

Trafa shrugged.

"We can carry weights and run long distances, but Brutus are above trying to 'show off'. The Interrogation I would agree with, your mind cannot take as much as the body."
"Ah, I misunderstood. The least favorite part...would have had to have been the Long Drag, yes. The interrogation was not difficult...I have been trained in ignoring torture and not giving into interrogation."

Trafa nodded.

"Even so, interogation and torture are not nice things to endure."

Trafa shrugged.

"We can carry weights and run long distances, but Brutus are above trying to 'show off'. The Interrogation I would agree with, your mind cannot take as much as the body."

"No Comment." Sergei was barely restraining his laughter at the new guys, "show off"!!! Hah, he loved showing off, and he barely made it to the end, these guys had balls, he'd give em that, but not much lse.

Trafa nodded.

"Even so, interogation and torture are not nice things to endure."
He shrugged. "In a recent war, I was run through by an enemy's sword. I bear the scar. Fortunately for me, my commanding officer forced me to go seek medical aid...or we would not be having this conversation."

He shrugged. "In a recent war, I was run through by an enemy's sword. I bear the scar. Fortunately for me, my commanding officer forced me to go seek medical aid...or we would not be having this conversation."

Trafa raised an eyebrow.

"Interesting, although I can't say I've had the same problem. In our most recent war, I was as close to the enemy as you could get, which is about 5KM away."

Trafa then shrugged.

"Many of the wars Outer Heaven has are very impersonal. I'll quote some odds. The chances of being hit by the enemy generally on the battlefield is onw in two hunded. The chances of being hit by a shell or whatever long range ground weapon is one in seventy. Chances of being killed by Friendly fire from behind is one in thirty. And the chances of me being killed by a Starship crashing into the planet are one in one hundred and twenty seven. I have more chance of being killed by one of our ships falling, or being shot in the back from friendly fire, than actually dying at the hands of the enemy."

"Getting hit by friendly fire does seem a significant risk. I can honestly say that the only time there was a worry of that is when Snake Eaters recently aided us in a recent war. We were fighting another army of Drow. That's actually the one I bear that particular scar from."

Trafa nodded his head.

"So, why did you join SESOU? What interest does your government have with the programme?"

"I joined...because I was ordered to. Kaymiril and Snake Eaters have grown very close over the years. In part, I think the Colonel wanted a Drow along for this experiment...and in part, my government wanted to see what an experiment could do. I am a highly trained soldier, and have been...modified...to be stronger and have more stamina than a Drow was born to be. Under Kaymirilian law, no citizen can be forced into an experiment. Also under Kaymirilian law, no citizen may be executed. Therefore...criminals are not citizens."

Trafa nodded at this.

"What kind of things do you specialise in?" He asked.

"I've been a soldier for two hundred years...and one of the elites, at that. There is nothing I do not specialize in."

Trafa rasied an eyebrow.

"Can you sneak into an Enemy Fortress, sabotage it, and assasinate the General there without being caught?" He asked.

"I've done it three times."

As they were talking, a voice came over the tannoy,"All students, report to the training ground."

As this happened, the Directing Staff (DS') all stood up, and moved away quickly. Six of them, all highly trained soliders. Two of them were women, one with long coppery hair, the other with short brown hair. It was a stark contrast, but this group seemed to transcend words. They didn't need them

Iliyakim stood up, stretching slightly.

"Well, sounds like us. Inthuul, stop pestering Sergei and come on."

A silver "crab" that had been poking at Sergei for the last few minutes ran up the Drow's shoulder and settled into an shoulder plate.

Trafa raised an eyebrow.

"A jack of all-trades, quite rare in my Nation. I'm more suited for the role of Covert Ops, so HALO'ing into an enemy forest, making it to the target by down, and destroying it. My friend Zarbus however, is much more suited for the role of Assasination and Subterfuge. He's quite small, so I can see how he fits the role."

As they were talking, a voice came over the tannoy,"All students, report to the training ground."

As this happened, the Directing Staff (DS') all stood up, and moved away quickly. Six of them, all highly trained soliders. Two of them were women, one with long coppery hair, the other with short brown hair. It was a stark contrast, but this group seemed to transcend words. They didn't need them

Trafa then turned to the source of the voice, but couldn't find it with all the people moving around. Standing, he brushed himself off, and nodded at Zarbus.

Tylas got up, stretched, and followed all of the other cadets. Finally things were getting interesting.

Iliyakim stood up, stretching slightly.

"Well, sounds like us. Inthuul, stop pestering Sergei and come on."

A silver "crab" that had been poking at Sergei for the last few minutes ran up the Drow's shoulder and settled into an shoulder plate.

"Thank you Iliyakim, I didn't want to get out the fork again, but I wasn't sure what to do about it." He grinned when he said it, since his decision he was already more relaxed around the Drow.

He then got up and headed for the doors, and the Training Ground that lay beyond that.

When the Drow got there, he merely stood, arms folded, waiting for whatever came next.

When all the students were assembled, Cougar stood in front of them,"Question. Where is Major Konig, out there?"

He gestured behind him, at the area of scrub grass and sparse woodland

Curse this light. It makes it ever so much more difficult to switch to infrared vision.

He narrowed his eyes, looking for the correct heat reading. When that didn't work, he let his eyes readapt to normal light.

What didn't feel like it was supposed to be there?

Not there...no...no...there.

He inclined his head toward the area that made him the most uneasy. "There."

Cougar noted where he was pointing, and then looked to the others

Curse this light. It makes it ever so much more difficult to switch to infrared vision.

He narrowed his eyes, looking for the correct heat reading. When that didn't work, he let his eyes readapt to normal light.

What didn't feel like it was supposed to be there?

Not there...no...no...there.

He inclined his head toward the area that made him the most uneasy. "There."


"I am not so sure my friend, I think that THAT is a decoy, although I may be wrong." He gestured at the same point indicated by Iliakim as he spoke, making sure everyone knew what he was talking about.

Trafa focused as best he could. He was better trained at this, and so Zarbus didn't pipe in when Trafa said, alongside Iliyakim, "There." He pointed to the spot Iliyakim also specified.

"I am not so sure my friend, I think that THAT is a decoy, although I may be wrong." He gestured at the same point indicated by Iliakim as he spoke, making sure everyone knew what he was talking about.
"Then where do you think he is?"

"Then where do you think he is?"

"I am not sure, but that spot does not feel at all NATURAL, like it was not a human there, other than that I have no idea in truth."

Fen had been avoiding the others, training in the gym, as well as spending time on the range with his bow. He'd assembled when called, and had begun searching out for the Major, but rather than looking in concealed positions far away, he looked in open spots nearby.

"I need a definate answer from each one of you"

"Inthuul, blynar kl'ae."

The 'shoulder plate' shifted, with some of it remaining on his shoulder, but some oozing up his neck and onto his face, covering his eyes.

He looked around, now able to see UV and IR as well as the normal human spectrum of color. This might help...but then again, it might not.

Iliyakim would see a number of very likely areas, which had increased heat over the surrounding area. However, it was difficult to tell if there were just normal patches of hot earth, or if it was the Major

"Seven places from which to choose..."

He narrows his eyes, focusing.

Where...

"Inthuul, xun udos inbal folbol ulu ragar rivven?"

Brrt.

"Watch your tone."

One and seven are two hot...but four and three are too cool. Three places...three from which to choose.

Trafa looked around. Naturally, all Brutus could see into the Ultraviolet spectrum, and after a few moments, Trafa found a couple of spots that weren't right, according to his vision, and weren't making him feel very easy.

If only this guy hadn't dulled his scope...if he even has a weapon

"I have two places in which I want to choose from sir."

"Fair enough, what about the rest of you? I'm assuming you are all just guessing"

"I have two places also sir." Fen replied

"I have three...there." He pointed to a spot distant from where he had previously guessed.

I couldn't have hidden in spot two, and spot five just doesn't seem right. So spot six.

Trafa shrugged.

"My vision tells me that spot there seems a little more vacant of plant and animal like than it should," He said, pointing to a spot nearby, "But my instincts and my vision also tell me that spot is odd." And Trafa pointed to the same spot Iliyakim pointed to.

Cougar rose an eyebrow,"I see... alright, Sergei, what about you? Tylas? Fen, an exact location?"

"The first location is there," Points to the most obvious hiding spot, "And the second is over there." Fen said as he pointed backward toward the buildings.

Cougar noted both these positions, a slight smile on his face, but it was uncertain as if this was a smirk of how wrong Fen was, or how close he might have been... no-one was certain, for otherwise his expression was unreadable

Tylas wanted to attempt to get this one. He was going all or none. He decided to look for spaces in the place in front of them where a body could be positioned, without giving away He thought of something else, though. "Could Konig possibly be wearing a disguise?" he asked.

"He's a sniper, he doesn't diguise himself. He camoflagues his appearance very well, as befits his position. So, in answer to the question, no"

Fen waited for the location to be revealed, or as he more likely suspected, for the one who's guess was most incorrect to be shot by either a paint-ball, stink-pellet or someother similar.

Cougar rose an eyebrow,"I see... alright, Sergei, what about you? Tylas? Fen, an exact location?"

"Not the first point Iliyakim gravitated to, perhaps over there?" He points at a spot west of the one Iliyakim chose, he senses something not natural abut the land there, like there was a disturbance in the natural flows of energy, the kind made by a man in hiding.

"He's a sniper, he doesn't diguise himself. He camoflagues his appearance very well, as befits his position. So, in answer to the question, no"


"well then" answered Tylas; "He is to that spot directly to the right of the one Sergei just made." The reason for this was that there was an odd looking patch of not completely real looking grass, which could have possibly be part of a camoflauge.

Cougar, having noted all the spots that these poeple thought his friend was hiding, nodded as the final one came in,"All right, let's see what the actual answer is. Eagle Eye, this is Snake. Take the shot"

There was a brief pause, with no audible response, before a shot rang out from somewhere. There was a sound of bullet hitting metal from just behind them.Then, a figure dropped from the tree above just to the left of where Iliyakim had pointed. It had a weapon in it's hands, and waved over. Cougar nodded, and turned back to his students,"Lesson one, war is fought in a three hundred and sixty degree battlefield. And that is also true of it in any direction. A bullet can come from anywhere... being able to spot the enemy first will give you the greatest advantage."

"Now, the point in this exercise was to show you what sort of level of camoflague you will be taught to use every time. Now, your first field task is to go out there, and you have fourty five minutes to camoflague yourselves. Do not proceed past the red markers. Go"

"It appears I was way off base." Fen commented to himself as he headed into the field. He entered the area and began searching for an optimum place of concealment.

Tylas jogged out to a small enbankment, where he began stringing vines and leaves together and smearing himself with mud. he stepped out a bit, to see where all possible vantage points where people could see him were.the enbankment shielded 2 of 4 sides of him, so he knew where he would put the most cover. The trick was to do this by blending in to everything around him, so he began covering himself with the reeds growing around him as well. His plan was to make himself not look like a bump in the hill, that would be noticed immediatly, so he scooped some of the dirt out so when he lay flat, it looked simply like the hill had a slightly thicker overgrowth.

Fen had made sure to cross and re-cross a small stream he'd found, the better to make it harder to find him.

He then found a partially uprooted tree, that had fallen against an evergreen, coating himself in mud/dirt and pine needles, he climbed the tree, and settled into the denses branches as well as laying on a larger limb, which unpleasently placed him in the middle of a large pool of sap.

Trafa and Zarbus leapt into action as soon as they were allowed to. Sprinting low across the ground, Trafa dived into some bushes in the middle of the course. Not wasting any time, Trafa felt the ground below him.

It's slightly damp, I just need to apply some more water....

Pulling out his water bottle, Trafa covered the ground around him in water, and then expermentally pressed his foot down.

Excellent...

Replacing his bottle, Trafa pulled some of the wet soil from the ground beneath him and covered his face and put it in his hair. Patting it, and making sure it stuck, Trafa began pulling out clumps of soggy soil, and applying it liberally across his body. A few minutes after, he was covered, from head to toe, in brownish soil. Easing himself into the hole he created, Trafa smiled as he applied some soggy soil loosely around him. He had buried himself, kneeling, waist down. Well, not buried. He looked like he had, but the soil was loose, and easy to break out of. Sticking his hand down into his holster, Trafa pulled out his Hunting Knife, and put it next to him. Retracting his arm, and re-applying the soil, Trafa took the Knife, flipped it so it's blunt side was facing away from him. He pointed the blunt-side upward slightly, to ensure that no light could properly reflect off the knife, and waited...

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Meanwhile, Zarbus had lept into a tree far off on the course. This one wasn't as high as the one next to it, but it didn't matter. He looked at both trees, and made sure they were the same species. Once he did that, he pulled out his hunting knife, and began stripping large chunks of bark off the side of the tree. After a few minutes, across a branch of the tree, were chunks of bark.

Stabbing the knife in deep, and creating a small hole, Zarbus pulled the small cork he'd made, and looked inside.

Sap...

Shoving his hand in, Zarbus began applying sap all over his body, the top of his head, legs and shoes. Grinning, he began slapping on the chunks of bark, and ten minutes afterward, Zarbus looked like a moving tree, everywhere but the eyes and the holes in his nose and some of his mouth covered in bark.

Sprinting off the branch, Zarbus flew through the air for a few seconds, grabbed a lower branch of the larger neighbouring tree and flipped up into the higher branches. Climing, Zarbus reached the last few set of branches, the leaves above him. Backing against the tree, Zarbus wrapped his arms around the tree backwards. The camo was put on carefully, to ensure that all the lines in the bark were facing the right way. With five minutes to go, Zarbus sighed, and waited...

OOC: I got a message from Kaymiril, I'll read it out:

Hi, my dad didn't pay the internet bill so I'm out until it is paid. Snake Eaters can have my charaters but I'd appreciate if you waited for me. It should only be a few days until I'm back.

As such, I'm not going to take control of Iliyakim. It should only be a few days. We shall wait.

OOC: I got a message from Kaymiril, I'll read it out:

Hi, my dad didn't pay the internet bill so I'm out until it is paid. Snake Eaters can have my charaters but I'd appreciate if you waited for me. It should only be a few days until I'm back.

As such, I'm not going to take control of Iliyakim. It should only be a few days. We shall wait.

OOC:works for me. I'll be waiting until then.

OOC: I'll make one post, then wait for Kay to get back.

IC:

Sergei ran out to the field, set a pair of cratering charges, and moved on as they detonated, amking a very obvious hiding spot, that would be very unoccupied. Instead he used his optical camoflague Chameleon suit and a bit of technical trickery to keep himself hidden, buttoning up the seals ad keeping every bit of body heat trapped within the suit, making him safe from IR and most other non-viosible light spectrums, while he used his minimal Earth-Sense to conceal his presence.

Iliyakim watched the other members of this 'class' run off, half amused at Fen's running around in circles, and mildly disgusted by the liberal smearing of grime that others applied to themselves.

There is a sphere of opportunity. Some, like thier supposed ancestors, take to the trees. Others take to the ground. However...my ancestors come from below ground...and as such...

The Drow had been looking around a sand pit. The sand was fairly loose, so he was considering it as a good spot. He'd found stone only a foot beneath this sand, but upon rapping on it, found that it was only a few inches thick...after which it was hollow.

It had also sounded like it went on for a distance. In other words...a tunnel.

Suddenly, he put his foot down and immediately scrambled backwards to avoid being sucked in.

A sinkhole...

"Inthuul, kyorl lu'oh charnag ol gos."

The Thalack burrowed down into the sinkhole, soon surfacing.

Not quite three feet deep... The report went on And several tunnels. Most excellent.

He took a few minutes to arrange the rest of the sand pit as he'd found it, then slid down into the sinkhole, positioning himself in a tunnel, where he could hide after making a shot. IF I ever needed to do this.

He had Inthuul become a mask, which would allow him both to breathe and to see, and then ducked his head under. The Thalack's camo ability would allow the part of the mask which allowed Iliyakim to see to take on the appearance of sand.

A fortunate breeze thickened the sand of the sinkhole, allowing Iliyakim's head to remain out of sight.

To the outside observer, there was the field, which had sustained damage at Sergei's hand such an obvious manuver, the stream, which had some of Fen's footprints still on the banks, the trees, and the sand pit.

Perhaps he would be found.

Perhaps not.

All there was to do was to wait and see.

<snip>

As the charges went off, the demolitionist of Alpha Team looked up,"Who do you reckon that was?"

C -- "Most likely Sergei"

Dem -- "Why?"

C -- "Because only he would think we'd look where an explosion happened"

The teams spread out, looking for all of the trainees. It would be a miracle if none of them had left marks of some sort. Tylas had left a nice patch of mud where he had smeared himself, giving them their first clue. Although his place was well constructed, it still gave off less heat at that time of day, because he had pulled things from the shade. This made him easy to spot using thermal goggles. One member of the team pulled back the canopy, pointing a weapon at him,"Gotcha"

Fen was different. Although he had crossed the stream many times, he still left tracks on each bank, along with the heavy silt that had collected on his boots had formed a perfect trail to his hiding place. Footsteps ending on the tree, followed by smears of silt on the trunk, gave him away pretty quickly

OOC: Rest to come, I'm just picking holes

As the charges went off, the demolitionist of Alpha Team looked up,"Who do you reckon that was?"

C -- "Most likely Sergei"

Dem -- "Why?"

C -- "Because only he would think we'd look where an explosion happened"

The teams spread out, looking for all of the trainees. It would be a miracle if none of them had left marks of some sort. Tylas had left a nice patch of mud where he had smeared himself, giving them their first clue. Although his place was well constructed, it still gave off less heat at that time of day, because he had pulled things from the shade. This made him easy to spot using thermal goggles. One member of the team pulled back the canopy, pointing a weapon at him,"Gotcha"

Fen was different. Although he had crossed the stream many times, he still left tracks on each bank, along with the heavy silt that had collected on his boots had formed a perfect trail to his hiding place. Footsteps ending on the tree, followed by smears of silt on the trunk, gave him away pretty quickly

OOC: Rest to come, I'm just picking holes



Tylas mentally smacked himself. He realized his mistake just when he was caught. The grass would be at a completely different temperature! "yeah yeah, you got me" he agreed. He would have to make sure to keep more of an open mind, next time.

Fen unstuck himself as he was found out, "I give." He replied as he slid down the partially fallen log. "Any suggestions for next time? He asked as he began brushing himself off.

Iliyakim, from his vantage point, saw all of this.

This feels like a children's game...only with dirt, mud, sand, and weapons.

Fen unstuck himself as he was found out, "I give." He replied as he slid down the partially fallen log. "Any suggestions for next time? He asked as he began brushing himself off.
"Don't leave such obvious tracks would be a good starting point. In any case, go back to base camp, it's where we started this exercise"

Trafa watched with some amusement.

Well, at least we weren't discovered first...

Trafa quickly glanced around, but couldn't see Zarbus anywhere.

Well, good luck to us then...

"Alright." Fen replied as he finished brushing himself off and returned to the starting area.

<snip>

Sergei was obviously unaware of a few things. First off, although his suit prevent heat escaping, it did not stop absorbing heat, and thus would prove to be warmer than the surrounding area, unless of course he was very lucky. Secondly, the teams hunting them had expierence with optic camoflague. No one used it in any of SESOU's branches, because although it made them 'invisible', there was still distortion surrounding the wearer, making them obvious to the trained eye. As it was, Cougar and Tyler, having circled round as a pair on their own after finding Fen, came up behind him, as silent as the grave (to human ears... and pretty damn quite to Drow ears as well, working with them redefined stealth), and rested the cold barrel of the weapon on the back of his head,"Cak Cak, you're dead"

<snip>
"It's clever, I'll give you that... still, they've left a masssive trail"

Wolf sniffed the air, and grinned. The soil in this particular area had a pungent aroma when disturbed, and her enhanced sense of smell picked one of the Brutus up right away. Looking down, she saw where he was and the idea behind what he was doing... she'd come close to missing him altogether. Still,"You're dead. Get back to base"

The second proved slightly more difficult, having hidden in a tree. But, for all of his camoflague, his body heat stuck out like a sore thumb against the relatively cool bark of the tree.

<snip>
Iliyakim had centuries more expierence than everyone else, and so it was assumed he would be the most difficult to find. They weren't wrong. His heritage had drove him underground, of that they were certain... but where was another matter. It was known that there were tunnels underneath the field... there had to be, it made for highly convincing exercises if the enemies could arrive almost anywhere. Still, they searched a great deal longer for him than for the others. Eventually, it was Cougar, Tyler and Wolf who found him in the sinkhole. Having passed by once, and noticing some odd marks in the sand. Although he's tried to make it more natural, helped by the wind, there were still marks from where he had slid into the sinkhole. Tyler pointed his weapon at the hole, as did Wolf. Cougar then called out,"Come out, Iliyakim. You gave us the best run, games over"

Sergei was obviously unaware of a few things. First off, although his suit prevent heat escaping, it did not stop absorbing heat, and thus would prove to be warmer than the surrounding area, unless of course he was very lucky. Secondly, the teams hunting them had expierence with optic camoflague. No one used it in any of SESOU's branches, because although it made them 'invisible', there was still distortion surrounding the wearer, making them obvious to the trained eye. As it was, Cougar and Tyler, having circled round as a pair on their own after finding Fen, came up behind him, as silent as the grave (to human ears... and pretty damn quite to Drow ears as well, working with them redefined stealth), and rested the cold barrel of the weapon on the back of his head,"Cak Cak, you're dead"

OOC: Enhancements, plus suit systems, I'm not letting you get him THAT easily, this should be the fun part, SpecOps tracking a brush hunter in his preferred type of territory.

IC:

"Click click. You missed..." The voice came from the left, a speaker embedded in a tree, he had gotten lucky and had heard them coming, barely, but he heard them, a scuff of feet on stone and dirt was all the warning he got, but it was enough to let him move, moving was dangerous, they might see him as he moved, but he did not want to be caught so easily, he had left his suit, inflated with air, and was now making his way back toward his earlier "hiding spots", it was unlikely he would make it, but he felt he should try.

OOC: Enhancements, plus suit systems, I'm not letting you get him THAT easily, this should be the fun part, SpecOps tracking a brush hunter in his preferred type of territory.

IC:

"Click click. You missed..." The voice came from the left, a speaker embedded in a tree, he had gotten lucky and had heard them coming, barely, but he heard them, a scuff of feet on stone and dirt was all the warning he got, but it was enough to let him move, moving was dangerous, they might see him as he moved, but he did not want to be caught so easily, he had left his suit, inflated with air, and was now making his way back toward his earlier "hiding spots", it was unlikely he would make it, but he felt he should try.
OOC: I'm sorry... what? How can a suit be inflated with air... how did he inflate it with air? What exactly is stopping it from escaping, and how did he inflate it so damn quickly? They must have already been on top of him by that point. Why couldn't you just do what everyone else does and just accept it? You've just defeated the whole point of the exercise... it was to stay hidden, not to E&E... camoflague was the name of the game, not if you could stay one step ahead... that comes later.

And don't go on about how 'this is what they would do in real life', alright? You say you want to join the American Army? Heres news for you, pal, I want to join the British Army, so I have taken the liberty to put the research into all of this. If you want to undermine me and constantly destroy what I am trying to create, then you have no place here. This is a final warning. Either play by the rules, and simply accept it and learn from it, or don't play. It's simple.

IC: The shot was instant, and had it been real, it would have been fatal. Sergei had been a fool to actually start moving. To stay where he was would have resulted in his being captured, true. But now that he started moving, the point of the exercise was defeated. Thus, the rules no longer applied. As it was, the paintball hit him square over the heart with enough force behind
it to stop him dead in his tracks. Konig threw the bolt back, loading another cartridge into the breech of the weapon,"Come on, give me an excuse to pull the trigger"

OOC: Just to clarify. When conducting shooting exercises (or in this case, disciplining someone), SESOU uses paint rounds. Essentially, they are a normal round with a paintball-esque bullet in the casing. So, instead of actually killing you, it paints you and leaves you with a nice bruise.

OOC: I'm sorry... what? How can a suit be inflated with air... how did he inflate it with air? What exactly is stopping it from escaping, and how did he inflate it so damn quickly? They must have already been on top of him by that point. Why couldn't you just do what everyone else does and just accept it? You've just defeated the whole point of the exercise... it was to stay hidden, not to E&E... camoflague was the name of the game, not if you could stay one step ahead... that comes later.

And don't go on about how 'this is what they would do in real life', alright? You say you want to join the American Army? Heres news for you, pal, I want to join the British Army, so I have taken the liberty to put the research into all of this. If you want to undermine me and constantly destroy what I am trying to create, then you have no place here. This is a final warning. Either play by the rules, and simply accept it and learn from it, or don't play. It's simple.

IC: The shot was instant, and had it been real, it would have been fatal. Sergei had been a fool to actually start moving. To stay where he was would have resulted in his being captured, true. But now that he started moving, the point of the exercise was defeated. Thus, the rules no longer applied. As it was, the paintball hit him square over the heart with enough force behind
it to stop him dead in his tracks. Konig threw the bolt back, loading another cartridge into the breech of the weapon,"Come on, give me an excuse to pull the trigger"

OOC: Just to clarify. When conducting shooting exercises (or in this case, disciplining someone), SESOU uses paint rounds. Essentially, they are a normal round with a paintball-esque bullet in the casing. So, instead of actually killing you, it paints you and leaves you with a nice bruise.

OOC: Chameleon suits are posessed of integral inflation devices, the seals keep air from escaping, the device is for inconvenient things like falling in water that is too fast or deep to be swum effectively, it can be manually activated, and it has to inflate quickly, or else it's useless.

The main issue here though, is a m,istake on my part, I thought we were allowed to try and avoid capture, I can either change it, delete it, leave, or go with my mistake, your choice.

Also, I know how America does it, it is rather similar to this, for this part at least, and I did not intend to argue on that basis. That only works on civvies.

EDIT: I think I will pull out of this, I've got a place that needs Sergeis touch anyway. I apologise for the trouble I caused back there.

OOC: Alright. It's your choice. Apology accepted.

OOC: Alright. It's your choice. Apology accepted.

OOC: I've decide I'm no good at taking orders, I realise that this is just going to keep sucking if I stay. This is my last post, see you elsewhere.

Trafa emerged from the bushes, and brushed off the soil.

"Good one, I assume you had something to shoot me with?" He said. Not waiting for an answer, he jogged back to base.

_________________________________________________________________
Zarbus cursed.

Next time, I rearrange my blood flow...

Leaping down, he hit the ground almost silently.

"Good job I was only hiding and not aiming to kill you..."

With that, Zarbus ran back to base.

<snip>

Wolf watched them leave the area, heading back towards the camp, before saying,"It's a good thing we can't carry out field executions anymore"

Iliyakim had centuries more expierence than everyone else, and so it was assumed he would be the most difficult to find. They weren't wrong. His heritage had drove him underground, of that they were certain... but where was another matter. It was known that there were tunnels underneath the field... there had to be, it made for highly convincing exercises if the enemies could arrive almost anywhere. Still, they searched a great deal longer for him than for the others. Eventually, it was Cougar, Tyler and Wolf who found him in the sinkhole. Having passed by once, and noticing some odd marks in the sand. Although he's tried to make it more natural, helped by the wind, there were still marks from where he had slid into the sinkhole. Tyler pointed his weapon at the hole, as did Wolf. Cougar then called out,"Come out, Iliyakim. You gave us the best run, games over"
Illiyakim muttered softly, inaudible to the humans.

Then, with a grand spray of sand, he burst out, with Intuul changing fluidly from mask to bracer. There was a 'knob' on top, and from that, a red light shown out at the SHADOW team, before Iliyakim shut it off.

"You did much better than I expected of you. I must say...I am impressed."

Cougar smiled, and lowered his weapon,"We aim to please. The rest of your class mates are back where we started"

The Drow brushed some sand from his clothing.

"Then I suppose I should go as well, then."

He turns and begins to walk away.

If it is possible. THe fatherland would like to enroll 10 Roman instrutors from each branch of the Roman military.

Roman Marine Corps: 3 Drill Instructors-all Gunnery Sergeants

Roman Army: 6 Drill Instructors-all Senior Sergeants

Roman Navy: 3 Drill Instructors-all Petty officers

Roman Airforce: 3 Drill Instructors-all Staff Sergeants

And If it is possible to have a handbook of your training, so we can teach our soldiers.

As he walked back, the three operatives walked behind, just making sure the area was truly clear. When they got back, Cougar called the cadets over,"As a rule, that was good. Much better than I would have expected. Now, as you may have noticed, Sergei has left us. It's a shame, but also means we can now spend more time working with the rest of you. Where do you each think you went wrong?"

If it is possible. THe fatherland would like to enroll 10 Roman instrutors from each branch of the Roman military.

Roman Marine Corps: 3 Drill Instructors-all Gunnery Sergeants

Roman Army: 6 Drill Instructors-all Senior Sergeants

Roman Navy: 3 Drill Instructors-all Petty officers

Roman Airforce: 3 Drill Instructors-all Staff Sergeants

And If it is possible to have a handbook of your training, so we can teach our soldiers.
Please refer to the first post of this thread. Your application is noted, but we regret to inform you that we cannot take so many from a single nation. Instead, we can only accept two candidates from a nation maximum. This is so to reduce the inherrent risk of having foreigners inside one of Snake Eaters most top-secret organisations

Please refer to the first post of this thread. Your application is noted, but we regret to inform you that we cannot take so many from a single nation. Instead, we can only accept two candidates from a nation maximum. This is so to reduce the inherrent risk of having foreigners inside one of Snake Eaters most top-secret organisations

It is acceptable. We will send 2 Drill Instructors to participate.

"I screwed up by leaving a trail in the mud by the river and on the tree. I should have taken my shoes off after the last crossing of the stream." Fen replied

It is acceptable. We will send 2 Drill Instructors to participate.
This is acceptable. They will be met at the main gate, and tested for sutibility to this course.

OOC: Like OHMKII, you'll pass, and be hurried through to the rest of the class. Just post them arriving... hope you've got some skills

As he walked back, the three operatives walked behind, just making sure the area was truly clear. When they got back, Cougar called the cadets over,"As a rule, that was good. Much better than I would have expected. Now, as you may have noticed, Sergei has left us. It's a shame, but also means we can now spend more time working with the rest of you. Where do you each think you went wrong?"
"Sinkmarks, where I slid in. Not too much to do about that, unfortunately. More fortunate, it isn't often detected."

"I screwed up by leaving a trail in the mud by the river and on the tree. I should have taken my shoes off after the last crossing of the stream." Fen replied

Wolf nodded,"Well done. You've recognised your fault, and also seen how you can improve. A good solider will always evaluate and improve his or her performance"

"Sinkmarks, where I slid in. Not too much to do about that, unfortunately. More fortunate, it isn't often detected."

In this case, Cougar nodded his agreement,"It was only because we were really looking. A normal patrol would have missed you completley"

Fen nodded at the positive feedback/critisim(sp). "Can you suggest anyother possible improvements?" He asked

Fen nodded at the positive feedback/critisim(sp). "Can you suggest anyother possible improvements?" He asked

"Lighten your footfalls. It wasn't so much the mud as the way you move. Your feet trampled the grass flat, leaving a clear marker"

"Alright, I shall work on that." Fen replied

In this case, Cougar nodded his agreement,"It was only because we were really looking. A normal patrol would have missed you completley"
"A normal human patrol...and even most Drow patrols. I have centuries more experience...and possibly an unfair advantage over the rest because of it."

"A normal human patrol...and even most Drow patrols. I have centuries more experience...and possibly an unfair advantage over the rest because of it."

"Prehaps it does... but it means that you can also teach the others something. There is always the opposite side to the coin... serving with Faris should have taught you that much"

"Prehaps it does... but it means that you can also teach the others something. There is always the opposite side to the coin... serving with Faris should have taught you that much"
"Indeed...and not merely because he always has one to hand."

"Alright, I shall work on that." Fen replied
"You do that"

"Indeed...and not merely because he always has one to hand."

Cougar laughed,"That he does."

He gestued behind the cadets, to the bashers that had been erected,"You sleep here tonight... every night for the next week actually. Then, we move into more hostile terrain. Enjoy"

The two Drill Instructors were personally selected by the President. The 2 Instructors whom volunteered from the Roman Special Operations Command Training School were ordered to pack their things. Both of them had a history of battles and their bloodline was Gorkha. They knew the training was hard, but it was meaningful training. This way, they will able to train their future recruits the meaning of Special Forces. They boarded a cilivan airliner called Roman Airways to arrive at Snake Eaters' International Airport. So they packed their gear and clothing for the months of training.

"That sounds interesting."

The two Drill Instructors were personally selected by the President. The 2 Instructors whom volunteered from the Roman Special Operations Command Training School were ordered to pack their things. Both of them had a history of battles and their bloodline was Gorkha. They knew the training was hard, but it was meaningful training. This way, they will able to train their future recruits the meaning of Special Forces. They boarded a cilivan airliner called Roman Airways to arrive at Snake Eaters' International Airport. So they packed their gear and clothing for the months of training.

They were actually moved via Snake Airlines, simply because Snake Eaters was a space-faring nation. Escorted to the front doors of the unit, they were left there, and greeted by a Lieutenant Colonel, who apologised on behalf of his commander, who was out in the field with the other cadets. They were hurried inside, stripped of their weapons and hurried through the testing. After almost a week, they were taken out to the others

OOC: We'll assume that you just get there as the other convos are happening.

Cougar looked up as the two new recruits approached,"Ah, so you're finally here. Iliyakim, it should prove interesting. Now, excuse me"

He walked over to the two new guys, and looked them up and down. He nodded, and then asked,"Names, ranks"

Iliyakim walked to his tent, and found it incredibly spartan.

A canvas tent, a roll up mat and a sleeping bag to sleep in, a rifle and a pistol, and then some rations and something to cook them with.

Right. This is incredibly luxurious for the type of training we're doing.

The Instructors were confused the the men from Snake Eaters was pushing them around. They just followed on but kept a small bit of suspicion, incase anything was wrong.

The 1st Drill Instructer's name was "Master Sergeant Bansilal Deokumar"

The 2nd Instructor's name was "Staff Sergeant Dilip Bhakta"

Cougar rubbed his temples... he thought he'd seen strange names... still,"Welcome to SESOU. I've seen your test results... mostly promising, some areas need work. I suggest you get to know your classmates quickly"

Fen slid into his tent. Finding the food/pot he picked them up. In addition, prior to his exit, he slung the rifle over his shoulder and strapped the pistol to his waist.

Taking the pot/rations he wandered over to Iliyakim's tent and rapped on the flap.

Fen slid into his tent. Finding the food/pot he picked them up. In addition, prior to his exit, he slung the rifle over his shoulder and strapped the pistol to his waist.

Taking the pot/rations he wandered over to Iliyakim's tent and rapped on the flap.
OOC: Not a tent. It's more like a waterproof sheet lashed against a tree and pegged to the ground on the other side

ooc: Alright, change INTO to BESIDE and we're good.

Fen slid into his tent. Finding the food/pot he picked them up. In addition, prior to his exit, he slung the rifle over his shoulder and strapped the pistol to his waist.

Taking the pot/rations he wandered over to Iliyakim's tent and rapped on the flap.
"Yes?"

The Drow was sitting on the mat, which he saw as fairly unnecessary.

OOC: WHat the hell are you on about?

"Would you like to work together to get dinner ready?" Fen asked

ooc: If you mean this ooc: Alright, change INTO to BESIDE and we're good Then that's what is possible to fix the post, decided simpler to edit.

Iliyakim gave Fen a blank stare.

"The only benefit to that would be if everyone had a different rations set...which I doubt."

On a better note...less grease.

"I meant one of us gathers wood and water, while the other tends the fire and cooks the food." Fen commented

"I see...division of labor creates a more time-effective process. In that case, yes...it is a logical idea."

"Which would you prefere?" Fen asked, "And you should keep a gun with you, the instructors are sure to try something." He suggested

OOC: Just to clear somethings. These are hexi-cookers. They use fuel blocks. However, it's your choice if you use them or not. Also, keep your weapons on you at all time

"Which would you prefere?" Fen asked, "And you should keep a gun with you, the instructors are sure to try something." He suggested
Iliyakim guestured at the pistol and rifle, levitating them to himself.

"Actually...the instructions on these say to put the bag in the water and let it cook. So one of us should probably get water, the other firewood, and then see if we can't manage to boil water."

"Alright, I'll take the water, alright?" Fen asked

"Fine." Iliyakim stuck his pistol into his belt and slung his rifle over his shoulder.

"Come on, Inthuul."

He walks off, and begins collecting the driest dead branches he can find.

Fen took the pots and headed to the stream.

Iliyakim gathers a pile of wood, then twigs. He gets nothing larger around than the size of his wrist...not a good idea to leave embers too long.

Fen tested the water to make sure it wasn't highly silty or anything, and once he'd made sure it was good, filled the pots and began to return to the camp.

Iliyakim had a fire started, and was starting to set up an apparatus to put pots over the fire.

Good thing about dry wood -- little to no smoke.

Fen set the water pots down as Iliyakim worked on the fire.

As he finishes making the apparatus (pot-holder...branch...thing), Iliyakim takes the pots and sets them up.

"Now we wait...for water to boil."

He lays back and looks up at the sky.

"That we do, should we ask the others if they want in on it?" Jerome asked

"You can go do that if you want."

"Alright, call me when the foods ready, alright?" Fen asked as he got up.

Iliyakim, although he obviously must have heard the human, made no response.

Fen went looking for the others.

Trafa and Zarbus entered their seperate 'tents'. They found a canvas tent, a roll up mat and a sleeping bag to sleep in, a rifle and a pistol, and then some rations and something to cook them with.

Both of them grinned, and personalised their 'tents', mocing things around a little, setting them out neatly and ready for use, save for the rations and the hexi-cookers. Trafa emerged from his 'tent', his nose smelling burning. He had his rfle slung over one shoulder, the pistol in his holster, along with his hunting knife.

"I smell burning, are you guys cooking?" He asked.

"You smell cooking and yes, was seeing anyone else wanted to join in." Fen replied, "Thought you'll have to do the dishes."

Trafa smirked.

"You might want to hand that to someone else, I'm not good with fragile things like dishes," He said with a grin, "What are you cooking anyway?"

"The rations, you have to bring your own." Fen replied

Trafa nodded.

"I'll get mine then," He said. Turning, he said over his shoulder, "Oh yeah, good going earlier Fen."

With that, Trafa walked off to collect his ration. Moments later, he emerged with them, sniffing it.

Better than what the Army gives us...

Having rounded the people up, he headed back to where the food was being cooked by Iliyakim.

Iliyakim was waiting for the sound of water boiling. Since this was outside, and the fire hadn't even been going five minutes, it wasn't happening yet.

Trafa sat down opposite Iliyakim. He nodded.

"Well, that exercise wasn't too bad." He commented, looking at the fire.

Fen, thinking the set-up was a little too perfect, leaned against a tree trunk a few meters away from the fire. He was sure the instructors would do something.

"This is merely the beginning. Or I should so hope."

"Yeah. Nice trick you did though, wish I had that kind of training." He said with a smirk.

"Not quite good enough."

Trafa raised an eyebrow.

"You were found last. If anything, that shows you have skill. Cougar was impressed, and we're here to learn from the best anyway. I wasn't expecting not to be found, but I did my damn well best to hinder them. As did Zarbus," Trafa nodded to the 'tent' with a glow inisde of it, "Although he took his defeat pretty hard. Keeps mentally beating himself for not lowering hos body temperature."

"Everyone makes mistakes. And I don't have the ability to change my body temperature. The only that do...are the two of you."

"You people with your special abilities." Fen commented as he shook his head.

Trafa nodded.

"Comes with the package I guess, although hybrids do tend to show unusual characteristics. I could tell you about them, like my micro-muscles, but it'd take hours. We're proud of our abilities, although Corbantis taught me two things. Never underestimate your opponent, and never overestimate your abilities. Alot of good men died because they didn't learn this."

"I only know one hybrid, and none of her abilities...although they're bound to be fascinating. She's half dragon, and half of some form of elf or other. And I have seen many die from those traits you describe."

Trafa nodded again.

"Interesting."

He threw his ration between his hands, and let out a breath.

"So, we just spend the next week living here?"

"No doubt there will be test attacks as well."

The water started boiling, and Iliyakim tossed his rations bag into his pot.

"I think I might still have sand in my ears."

Fen tossed his pack into the water as well.

Trafa grinned, and threw his pack in.

"So, are you glad Sergei's gone?" Trafa asked curiously. He'd seen the rivalry between the two.

"Tempting as it may be to speak ill of the departed, I will not. That one had a lot to learn."

Trafa grinned.

"Indeed, notice the little stunt he pulled?"

"Moving away? Or trying to play invisible?"

If it can, YarenZero would like to send one operative from the checkmate project to partake in the course.

ooc: I do know that I am new to the nationstates site and RP, but not new to RPing if that makes any difference.

Trafa grinned.

"Either, both were pretty stupid in my opinion."

"Moving was stupid, and invisibility was a cheat. If invisibility was all it took to be good at hiding..." He disappears from sight.

"Then there's any number of ways to do that."

If it can, YarenZero would like to send one operative from the checkmate project to partake in the course.

ooc: I do know that I am new to the nationstates site and RP, but I am a creative person, and not new to RPing if that makes any difference.
OOC: Check back tomorrow, you'll prob be allowed to join, but the guy whose thread this is is currently asleep.

ooc: yeah, thanks. If he, for some reason, misses the post, could you inform him of the aplication?

ooc: yeah, thanks. If he, for some reason, misses the post, could you inform him of the aplication?
OOC: He doesn't miss much, but I'll make sure he knows.

Trafa grinned.

"Indeed, even though I can stil see you." He said.

"True, because I haven't blended in my temperature with the surrounding."

"Hey guys, dinners ready." Fen commented, as he fished his pack out of the water, "And do you have to show off?"

OOC: my bad guys, been pretty busy lately


Tylas came out of his 'tent' as soon as he smelled the fire. "mind if I join in?" he said. He brought his rations, and tossed them in to the boiling water along with everyone elses. Seeing everyone else had their rifles, he went and got his too, just in case. He broke up some kindling for the fire, then directed his next question on the whole group. "Since we;re out here, what do you think will be next?"

Trafa stuck his into the pot. He fished around for a few moments, before he removed his ration, with his hand apparently unscalded. Opening it up, he began to eat it.

Trafa stuck his into the pot. He fished around for a few moments, before he removed his ration, with his hand apparently unscalded. Opening it up, he began to eat it.

Tylas smirked. "Is there anyone here who doesnt have a special enhancement"

Iliyakim levitated his bag out, and opened it, without dropping his invisibility.

"I'm not showing off. This is actually quite comfortable."

He picked up a bite and put it in his mouth.

"This is much better than what they serve in their mess hall. More digestible, in any event."

Trafa nodded.

"Hey, I'm a hybrid, it's allowed." He said with a smirk.

Trafa nodded.

"Hey, I'm a hybrid, it's allowed." He said with a smirk.

"yeah, ill give you that." Tylas replied as he lifted his out with a large hunting knife.

he then turned to Illyakim "well, we didnt come to camp and sing songs exactly" for some reason, he was in a relativly good mood.

OOC: my bad guys, been pretty busy lately


Tylas came out of his 'tent' as soon as he smelled the fire. "mind if I join in?" he said. He brought his rations, and tossed them in to the boiling water along with everyone elses. Seeing everyone else had their rifles, he went and got his too, just in case. He broke up some kindling for the fire, then directed his next question on the whole group. "Since we;re out here, what do you think will be next?"
"The obvious thing is an attack."

OoooooooooooOOOOOOOOO

"And Inthuul says it's going to rain tonight."

"Those three enjoy showing off." Fen said to Tylas as he munched on his dinner.

Trafa raised an eyebrow.

"Inthull some kind of daemon?" He asked.

"Those three enjoy showing off." Fen said to Tylas as he munched on his dinner.
"I'm not the one that left huge tracks."

Trafa raised an eyebrow.

"Inthull some kind of daemon?" He asked.
"No. He is a Thalack, a war vehicle and multi-purpose tool."

"Those three enjoy showing off." Fen said to Tylas as he munched on his dinner.

Well, when you got it and you know it, it isnt always a bad thing i guess, unless they do something tactless when we're being attacked or something,

Trafa raised an eyebrow.

"But Inthull is sentient?"

Trafa raised an eyebrow.

"But Inthull is sentient?"
"That depends on how you define sentient. He has no soul and no purpose in life save to aide me and whatever family or unit I might have, and no programming to change that purpose. However, he is aware that he exists, and he has a sense of ethics."

"I'm not the one that left huge tracks."
"Ya think I did it on purpose?" He asked

"Ya think I did it on purpose?" He asked
"How much experience in stealth have you had prior to this?"

OOC: hey guys, im gonna call it a night.

EDIT: Tylas noticed Illyakim and Fen conversing about what mistakes had been made. "Guys, you heard the officers. The best thing to do is simply learn from your mistakes, not bring them back up."

Tylas decided to retire for a while to his shelter, with his rifle belt wrapped securely around his hand.

Trafa watched as an argument broke out between the two.

"How much experience in stealth have you had prior to this?"
"All of none." Fen replied

"All of none." Fen replied
If Fen could have seen him, Iliyakim would have been displaying open shock on his face.

"How did you manage to get here, then? What branch of what military do you work for?"

"Not part of any military." Fen replied

If it can, YarenZero would like to send one operative from the checkmate project to partake in the course.

ooc: I do know that I am new to the nationstates site and RP, but not new to RPing if that makes any difference.
OOC: It's alright, I didn't miss you. I read everything that happens whilst I'm gone, so no worries. Anyway...

IC: Your application is accepted. If possible, please send your man. If you are not capable of intersteller travel, a transport will be dispatched in order to bring your man here.

Thank you. Operative Jason Montag is en route via teleporter.

Jason Materializes. He is holding a small package for one of the comanders containing a letter about him and other information from the advisory general. He wears a pair of black sunglasses, a brown trench coat, and a pair of jeans held up by a belt. Probably the most surprising thing about him is his age. he is 15.

He walks towards the base...

When inside, he waits for an officer to find him. He starts disabling his weapons. He Removes the Type 08 AOR from his sling, hands over his pistol and knife. He sits down to wait.

ooc: G2g. I'll try to get on at school if I can.

The new operative was treated no different to any other, for their commander, despite being 33, had started SESOU at the same age. They took the weapons, and hurried him through all the testing.

((OOC: Again, you've arrived as the others are eating))

Cougar was just finishing up his own rations, having cooked on a wood fire, along with the other instructors, when the new cadet approached. He'd taken some time to read the file... what surprised him most was the age. He'd gotten through at the age of sixteen, and he'd been fighting for ten years by that point. He stood up,"Evening. Nice of you to join us"

"Not part of any military." Fen replied
"And exactly how did you hear of this program? This is training for a special operations unit, so how does a civilian even hear about an extremely secret military organisation?"

The two Drill Instructor ask Mr. Cougar for their stuff, especially their khukri. With out it they would not be Gorkhas. They want to make their Fatherland proud for what they are. They picked up their stuff after the SESOU personnel checked their stuff. They quick went to their designated tent. They unpacked their stuff and wore the uniform that was given to them. They put on their BDU and strapped on the khukri on their waists and went off to meet their classmates.

The two Drill Instructor ask Mr. Cougar for their stuff, especially their khukri. With out it they would not be Gorkhas. They want to make their Fatherland proud for what they are. They picked up their stuff after the SESOU personnel checked their stuff. They quick went to their designated tent. They unpacked their stuff and wore the uniform that was given to them. They put on their BDU and strapped on the khukri on their waists and went off to meet their classmates.

OOC: Just a friendly note. It's kinda... odd, not really characters, more of a script...

IC: Cougar was quick to point out a few things. Firstly, he was a colonel. Now, in SESOU, people never saluted. They called each other their ranks, or 'Sir' or 'M'arm'... only when you graduated did you earn the right to call them by their first names. He also made it quite clear that if he ever saw the khukri drawn in anger, or with intent to harm anybody in the unit, they would be ejected immediatley

"Yes sir, I apologize for calling you by your first name. Lesson learned!", replyed MSG Deokumar.

"We will avoid using the khukri, sir" answered SSG Bhakta. "Sir, would you mind if we use it for training, but you can give us a wooden one."

"Training, I have no problem with. I understand why you wish to have them on you. It is a sign of honour, and is one to be respected. You can keep them, but you know the rules. If you draw them and act in a hostile manner, without our leave, you will be disarmed, by force if neccesery, and ejected"

Before the officer could leave, Jason handed him the package. Inside the package, the letter read

To whom it may concern:

We have sent our top operative from the checkmate project. We are not only sending him to be trained, but to see if the Combat implants can record new information as it is presented. to further his training, we have disabled most everything that we could disable on his implants. Things left on were Low-level light adjusting, heat reading (for his body only), pain resistance, Extra Adrenaline and Endorphins, and certain safety net features. Permit him to keep his wristwatch at all times. It is necessary for him to have it in order to function. His sunglasses may be confiscated from him, but do not tamper with them. If he proves hard to deal with, do not hesitate to beat (or other equivilant to beating) or, in extreme cases, incapacitate him.

Respectfully,
Travis Bordello
Advisory General

Cougar had read through the whole thing quickly, his memory engrams storing it all in case his normal memory couldn't. In any case, he was shown to the other cadets, and allowed to socialise

Iliyakim allowed his invisibility spell to drop, and looked at the new recruits.

More than ever, in so short a time.

when Tylas came out of his tent and saw the new recruits, he walked up to Illyakim and remarked "that one looks as if he could be your great great great great great great grandson." He didnt know what to make of the other two, either

"By your way of reckoning generations, he probably could be."

Jason started the check-up system to make sure he was still working fine, and then went to join the other people.

OOC: how many of the original people are left?

OOC: how many of the original people are left?

OOC: 3

You, Kay, and Theao.

4 if you count SE.

ooc: I think 3

wow. more new people than old. We need to see what they can do.

To: Colonel Cougar, commander, SESOU

From: Fenix, Commander, third Praetorian Guard

Subject: Sergei Catrone

We apologise for the necessity of removing Sergei from your program, we would like to instead send one of our younger, less, shall we say opinionated, officers, Dark Templar Aldaris, he is the equivalent in age of the dark elf Iliyakim, and should cause less trouble than Sergei did.

"And exactly how did you hear of this program? This is training for a special operations unit, so how does a civilian even hear about an extremely secret military organisation?"
"Just because I'm not part of the military, doesn't mean I'm not involved in it." Fen replied

Jason felt akward trying to start a conversation with these people. Being the youngest in the group wasn't exactly what he liked being. In the checkmate project, everyone was more or less his age.

"Hi guys. What's going on?"

They probably underestimate me. I have a lot to prove. he thought

"Just because I'm not part of the military, doesn't mean I'm not involved in it." Fen replied
The Dark Elf raised an eyebrow. "Explain."

To: Colonel Cougar, commander, SESOU

From: Fenix, Commander, third Praetorian Guard

Subject: Sergei Catrone

We apologise for the necessity of removing Sergei from your program, we would like to instead send one of our younger, less, shall we say opinionated, officers, Dark Templar Aldaris, he is the equivalent in age of the dark elf Iliyakim, and should cause less trouble than Sergei did.

ooc: Aldaris? Isn't he from starcraft?

The Dark Elf raised an eyebrow. "Explain."
"For starters, I attended the military collage, as well as being what is commonly called a MilBrat." Fen replied

To: Colonel Cougar, commander, SESOU

From: Fenix, Commander, third Praetorian Guard

Subject: Sergei Catrone

We apologise for the necessity of removing Sergei from your program, we would like to instead send one of our younger, less, shall we say opinionated, officers, Dark Templar Aldaris, he is the equivalent in age of the dark elf Iliyakim, and should cause less trouble than Sergei did.

Cougar looked at the message, and sighed,"Well... it can't be any worse than Sergei. No harm in trying."

TO: Commander Fenix
From: Colonel Cougar
Subject: Aldaris

This is acceptable. He shall have to pass the testing once more, and will also be a little way behind the others in terms of training. However, we believe this can be fixed

Cougar looked at the message, and sighed,"Well... it can't be any worse than Sergei. No harm in trying."

TO: Commander Fenix
From: Colonel Cougar
Subject: Aldaris

This is acceptable. He shall have to pass the testing once more, and will also be a little way behind the others in terms of training. However, we believe this can be fixed
OOC: Name is from SC, he's 'toss, like the Darchon, and Fenix, he should get along rather well with I.

IC:

Re: Aldaris

Completely acceptable, he'll be there about ten seconds before you recieve this message.

Sent by an Arbiters Warp ability(modified it, no longer one way), he did indeed arrive a bit before the message, stepping through a gate to greet the Colonel. "For my nation, I apologise for every action taken by Serghei since his arrival."

"For starters, I attended the military collage, as well as being what is commonly called a MilBrat." Fen replied
"But you are still a civilian, regardless of having had one or both parents in the armed forces. And where you went for your higher education does little for you here."

Seeing that nobody noticed him, Jason goes to the tent to see what is inside. He puts the rifle on his sling, and holsters the pistol. He quickly glances at his Rations, but decides not to eat right now. He goes back over to listen to the others talking.

OOC: Name is from SC, he's 'toss, like the Darchon, and Fenix, he should get along rather well with I.

IC:

Re: Aldaris

Completely acceptable, he'll be there about ten seconds before you recieve this message.

Sent by an Arbiters Warp ability(modified it, no longer one way), he did indeed arrive a bit before the message, stepping through a gate to greet the Colonel. "For my nation, I apologise for every action taken by Serghei since his arrival."

Cougar looked up,"It's not your responsibilty to apologise for him... he was not suited to this unit."

Cougar looked up,"It's not your responsibilty to apologise for him... he was not suited to this unit."
"I understand sir, what is my first destination, and what should I do with my armor?"

OOC: Kickass picture of my Dark Templar: http://scgame.wz.cz/protossunits/darktemplarartwork.jpg

"But you are still a civilian, regardless of having had one or both parents in the armed forces. And where you went for your higher education does little for you here."
"I know that," Fen replied

Iliyakim looked at the child who had joined, but said nothing.

Although, at his age, he realized just how young this new child was...he had been the equivalent at the time he had joined the army.

"I understand sir, what is my first destination, and what should I do with my armor?"

OOC: Kickass picture of my Dark Templar: http://scgame.wz.cz/protossunits/darktemplarartwork.jpg

"Go back to the main base, and give them this"

He waved his hand, and a piece of paper materialised,"Alright. I'll see you in three days. They'll sort your armour"

"Go back to the main base, and give them this"

He waved his hand, and a piece of paper materialised,"Alright. I'll see you in three days. They'll sort your armour"

"Yes sir colonel."

Aldaris saluted, hand to chest, and turned wirth parade ground precision, carrying the paper to the main base, as he was instructed.

"uhm...hi guys. What's goin on?" Jason asked

"uhm...hi guys. What's goin on?" Jason asked
"Dinner." Fen replied

"oh. that's cool." Jason said. "Where are you from?"

"Theao, you?" He asked

"I'm from YarenZero. Nice to meet you."

Fen offered his hand to the YZer. "What's your name, mine's Jerome Fen, but everyone calls me Fen."

Trafa raised an eyebrow at the newcomer, but said nothing.

He's young, but age determines nothing. Size matters not either...

Trafa finished eating his ration, wiped his mouth, and grinned.

"This is alot better than the food we get back home." He said, looking in the general direction of Iliyakim.

Fen offered his hand to the YZer. "What's your name, mine's Jerome Fen, but everyone calls me Fen."

"my name is Jason Montag. Nice to meet you."
He firmly shakes Fen's hand.

Fen finished his dinner.

"Hey, what's in the Ration bags?" Jason asked "Does it absolutely need to be boiled?"

"If you want it cooked." Fen replied

Jason puts his ration in the water
"How long does it take?"

"Couple minutes." Fen replied

Trafa grinned at this.

"So kiddo, tell me, what military experience have you had?"

Jason smiled. He liked telling this story.

"When I was 10, some soldiers came to my orphanage and did a bunch of tests on me and then took me from the orphanage. I was loaded into a Jump jet and taken to an island with 49 other kids. We were supposed to survive for as long as we could by any means. I had to find food and water, and I ended up killing some kids that I felt were threats. I was on that island for 6 long months. At the end of that, 7 of us survived. We were lifted off the island, stabalized, then went into an operation to put special implants in our brains to help us fight better. We each completed 3 years of training, field tests, and simulations. We became the ultimate fighting team. I've had so far 2 years of expierience. I'm still new, but I'm way ahead of some of the oldest soldiers in the army."

at this point, Jason fished the bag out of the water and began eating.

"This is good. Better than our stuff."

Edit: ooc: I'll be back soon

Trafa raised an eyebrow.

"Interesting to say the least, pity though you need implants."

So, the boy did not become what he is of his own free will. And an orphan...do all governments do their dirty work on those with none to mourn their deaths?

A deep pain flashed through Iliyakim's body, and he allowed none to show on his face as he waited it out.

The only outward sign, that would perhaps not be interpreted correctly, was his hand clenching around the now-empty foil that had contained his dinner.

Trafa raised an eyebrow.

"Interesting to say the least, pity though you need implants."

"Remember though, the implants are an enhancement. I still have to train to use them to their fullest potential, and I didn't have them when I was on the island."

Edit: "And with most of my functions disabled except for Night Vision, Heat Reading, Adrenaline and Endorphins, and Safety Net Features, this will be a test of what I've learned with my implants."

"I wonder when the 'structors will decided to do something 'evil'." Fen commented

"soon. Say, do these guns shoot paint or f'real bullets? I'd hate to have to test it out and be wrong and accidentaly hit something."

"Thank you, sir!", replyed MSG Deokumar. "We understand the rules! Would you mind escorting us to our camp?"

Deokumar spoke in Hindi to Bhakta what the place looks like and other things of interest. As another person approached, the Colonel went to the person.
They both walked out of the Colonel's way to go to their tent.

As they were walking. A few of their classmates came out to look at them.

"Hello, comrades!", said SSG Bhakta.

As they walked over to Tylas' tent. Tylas' gave a staring look at Deokumar and Bhakta. Bhakta spoke Hindi to Deokumar about Tylas' and both had a small laugh. They went on their way and saluted to Tylas.

"Yes sir colonel."

Aldaris saluted, hand to chest, and turned wirth parade ground precision, carrying the paper to the main base, as he was instructed.

Major Konig shook his head,"Drill..."

Wolf nodded,"He looks impressive... but we have no need for drill here"

C -- "We'll just see how it goes, won't we...best to remind him never to salute an officer, or anyone else, when in SESOU"

So, the boy did not become what he is of his own free will. And an orphan...do all governments do their dirty work on those with none to mourn their deaths?

A deep pain flashed through Iliyakim's body, and he allowed none to show on his face as he waited it out.

The only outward sign, that would perhaps not be interpreted correctly, was his hand clenching around the now-empty foil that had contained his dinner.

Cougar noticed this, and furrowed his brow. He knew exactly why Iliyakim was doing that... and he also knew what he was thinking. BEcause right now, he was thinking the same thing. The newcomers story, whilst diffferent, bore some resembelence to his own. But in his case, he had no choice. But his was nothing compared to his friends. Cougar didn't make a move, but merely nodded slightly, enough so that Iliyakim would make it out.