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September 8, 2071, Vuhifellian Military Calender

David Macker: So today's the day eh?
James Macker: Yup...
David: Oh well, [sarcastically] it seemed quiet in this city. When do they arrive
James: Don't know. But today's definately the day...The foreigners are definately arriving...

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117 stood over the arch of Michael Daniels, keeping his eyes vigilant for any recruit to the academy, while 179 sitting in the dropship hanger sulking over her embarrising mission failure report.

[ooc: A list of the instructors:

EBG 117: Major
EBG 179: Corporal
EBG 99: Colonel
EBG 118: Captain
EBG 110: Seargant
EBG 162: Seargant
EBG 116: 1st Lietenant
EBG 100: Corporal
EBG 111: Master Seargant]

Vivian arrived at the airport, her pack slung over a shoulder. She then began looking for someone from the academy.

EBG 117: Sir, Theao recruit has arrived, Golden Skies International, Gate 14.

David Macker: Send a cab, bring them back here.

EBG 117: Yes sir!

Vivian saw the cab, she went over, "Could you take me to the academy?

Cab Driver: Thats what I'm paid t'do, now get in and hold on.

The cab accelerated to a swift 60 MPH away from the airport, in the direction of Facility G, about 2 miles away.

When the can stopped some minutes later, the driver got out of his seat, opened the door for the Theao recruit, and was immediately greeted by the businessman who owned the facility, David Macker.

"I take it you are the commandant of this academy?" Vivian asked

"Hehe, I wish, I just own it, my son James here is the commander-in-chief for all the EBG"

James Macker: Hello...

James walked up to his father to shake the Theao recruits hands, "By the way, we haven't caught your name on the Data Network yet, so I was wondering as to your name, ya know? to introduce you to some of the finest that will be teaching you here in Golden Skies City.

"Vivian McClem, and it's a pleasure to meet you." Vivian said

"Ah, Vivian, nice to meet you, please meet the commander of the Squad that will be teaching you, 99."

James then motioned towards a figure in MOLIGNAR Armor next to 179, with the numbers 9-9 on his left arm, imprinted in yellow.

EBG Commander 99: Yes sir!

"Vivian I would like to introduce you to EBG Commander 99, commander of squad 49."

99 saluted the Theao recruit as James introduced them.

"Greetings Commander, it will be interesting training under you." Vivian replied

EBG Commander 99: And it will be interesting to have you under my command, once the other recruits get here you will select your main weapons & civilian courses here at the academy.

James Macker: *ahem* If you are done colonel, I think 117 should show Vivian around facility G, don't you think, a tour of the fireing ranges or the labs Vivian?

"Either one." Vivian replied

James was about to call over 117 from his post when the Rapier Dropship squadron flew overhead, about 30 meters overhead to be exact.

Undetered by the fly-by, James commenced to call 117 over, "117, get over here, take the foreigner on a little tour of the facility will ya? ehhh, firing ranges, genetic alteration labs, cybernetic chambers I don't care."

"Yes sir!"

"One-One-Seven here is the very best, he'll be your weapons specialist here at the academy, 80% cyborg too hehe, finest example of cybernetics I've seen yet...anyway..."

"Right this way sir," 117 spoke towards Vivian while pulling out a security card from his belt.

"Alright, if you don't mind me asking, what's with the fact nearly everybody is numbered?" Vivian asked 117.

"We enter this academy civilians, we exit the deadliest and the stealthiest soldiers on the Vuhifellian Continent. The number system was introduced during the last civil war to protect ourselves and our families from fascist attack."

The metal door of the facility opened, and 117 ushered Vivian inside.

"Ah, but if you had any contact with your family, then they would be targets anyways." Vivian replied

Labelas exited the Airport with his few bellongings on him then started looking for a way to get to the academy

Prince David walked down the steps from the Royal Jet, ready to embark on his latest training. He had always been the soldier, and his brother had always been the politician and the diplomat. Though his father, the late King Jason Conners, had just passed weeks ago he could not pass this opportunity and his mother would've killed him if he had.

He carried one large duffelbag, bearing the CERWC Coat of Arms and his last name and first initial. He entered the airport from the tarmac and looked around for a represenative from the academy.

A civilian plane slowly descended down towards the landing strip, skidding its wheels as it hit the concrete surface. The tyres squeezed dangerously as the plane put its full weight down on the ground and started to slow down. How the hell anybody had contracted a 'British Airways' plane when neither the company nor its place of origin existed in this dimension was anybody's guess, but there it was. It was probably best not to dwell on it.

The plane came to a halt not far from the airport terminal. In the distance, trucks with mobile staircases zoomed towards it. Before they arrived, though, the doors burst open and inflatable slides burst to life. Passengers and crew alike slid down and ran off in a panic, screaming about 'monsters' and how they thought they were going to die. After a few moments of comparative silence, a huge, bizarrely-designed suitcase suddenly flew from one of the doors, spiralled through the air, and slammed to the ground not far away from the plane.

And then a Charr emerged. He was large, furry, brown and bulky. What little he wore looked as though it had been designed hundreds of years ago; made from rough leather and the fur of animals not seen outside of his homeland. He also had what looked like the husk of a huge insect's exoskeleton hanging off his belt, like some kind of trophy. His fur was light brown, with some darker brown mottling around his thick arms and legs, and on his snout. His head was hunched down below his enormously broad shoulders, had two large horns on the top of it and was home to a set of two small, yellow eyes. His teeth were big and white, and jutted out of his open jaws as though they didn't fit properly. He also had horns on his arms and shoulders, not to mention large claws on his hands. He was a spiky fellow, then.

Probably not a good thing when using an inflatable slide. He squeezed his way through the small door on the plane and jumped down the slide. Almost as soon as he started to slide down he jerked to a halt and span upside-down as one of his claws got stuck in the rubber material. Just as the slide started to slowly deflate one of his horns also pierced the fabric, and it made a loud 'popping' sound.

The Charr's heavy body fell to the ground with an angry roar and a painful-sounding 'thud', and the remains of the inflatable slide fell down on him shortly afterwards. After some angry shaking and arm-thrusting, the Charr managed to tear his way out of the thick rubber coverings, and stepped out, shaking his head as though he were dizzy. His claws made clicking noises against the floor as he stepped forwards, bent down and picked up his huge suitcase. He looked up and started to sniff around, looking for where to go next.

EBG 117: Well, its not me whose making the decisions, but the corporation, either way in the end all the Vuhifellian Graduates lose their society names and are replaced by a number.

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James Macker: Hey dad, 330 just spotted some new recruits at the airport, should we send an APC for the human ones...

David Macker: Yes, and what of the non-humans?

James: A seperate APC with a tank convoy, you know how it will create a media spotlight on us if we put it in the same APC as humans.

David Macker: 99, get an APC and personally greet the humans, I also want you to head down the the tank hanger and order another APC to pick up the non-human, and I want that APC protected by a two tank convoy.

EBG Commander 99: YES SIR!

A large civilian plane bearing the markings of "Lesser Ribenair" began circling the airport in a holding pattern. Before long Air Traffic Control authorised them to land and the plane began to descend. It bounced once on the landing strip, it's wheels leaving skid marks on the concrete. The plane pulled into a space and awaited the mobile stairs to disembark.

A tall man with dark hair and wearing the uniform of a lieutenant-colonel of the Lesser Ribenan Special Operations Regiment walked slowly down the stairs and surveyed the scene around him. Another civilian craft with markings he had never seen before appeared to be at the centre of some sort of commotion at the other end of the terminal. A crowd of people rushed past him, he grabbed a man and demanded to know what was going on.

"Argh! A monster, a monster, please you've got to let me go! It'll kill us all!"

Clearly this man was insane, he let him go, shrugged, and shouted back to the plane.

"Come on lads, let's get going"

The 300 other men in his regiment left the plane and began following him as he led the way to the airport car park. It was here that he was to meet his contact, a representative of the secretive "EBG Academy".

A brandnew Dassault Aerospace 9000 with Van Luxemburg Armed Forces markings landed at the Airport. as soon as the three men exited the aircraft, the aircraft took off again. Afew hours later they were at the EBG academy.
"VLIA Officers of Van Luxemburg reporting, sir" The one in Charge of the group of Five said.
"I will give you the ranks, Sir"
he handed a paper to James Macker:

Rank of VLIA officer/ EBG Academy 06 June 2005, 1600 hours.

Jean-Pierre Meloir: Commander of VLIA detachement; Rank Colonel
Jan Jansen: 2nd commander; Rank Sergeant-Major

"these are the Two most important people in our Detachement"
he ended.

The Charr had been skulking around the airport for some time now, sending humans scurrying in all directions as he went. Humans in his homeland were used to seeing his kind, but he had expected humans elsewhere to be somewhat intolerant. They even killed each other over minor differences, so he had no doubts a Charr wouldn't exactly be hugged and kissed.

He stopped his explorations of the airport when he heard something. His left ear twitched and he looked over his massive shoulder. An APC? Human vehicles were so small, but he could often draw similarities to their own. It escorted by two heavy-looking, armoured vehicles with large gun barrels mounted on the top. Whatever they were they weren't civilian vehicles. He grunted, picked up his large case and made his way towards them.

The drop-pod finally got clearance from the tower to land. well, land nearby. the airport staff had emptied a parking lot and sprayed the fire resistand foam all over it. Soon, a streak of fire was seen in the sky, almost like a meteor falling. It grew larger, and there was a loud roaring. The pod hit the pavement, causing some cracks to form in the Parking lot. The red hot exterior of the pod slowly cooled, and a hatch opened. A tall, brown haired man, with the shoulder rank of High Sergeant (equivilant of Major rank in US army) walked out. he looked over twords one of the airport staff, who were staring at the pod.

"Sorry about that. I was running late, and had to use this. The space fleet say their working an a landing shuttle, but This is all we have now. Sorry again, by the way, Im High Sergeant James Deryll. Could you direct me to the Acadamy?"

the Ninja Strike Team came in on a Ninja Gyro-copter, Master Woo led the Team to the front of the airport, where APC's were waiting, Master Woo walked over to one of the men standing outside the APC "i say, could be so kind as to direct me to the EBG HQ?"

The Lieutenant-Colonel eventually found his way out of the airport, after retrieving his bag from the baggage carousel. Grabbing a hot dog on the way he headed for the exit, his men following behind him. Through the glass doors he could see a convoy of APCs and a few tanks outside. He did not recognise either the insignia or the make of the vehicles but assumed that they must belong to the academy. He walked up to one, tapped on the hatch and waited for the driver to appear.

"Hello old chap. I presume you are from the EBG academy?" He asked. "Oh, I'm Lieutenant-Colonel Waters by the way, and these are my men. I believe we should be booked in on the course."

Deryll looked around him. He noticed an APC with people crowded around it, most carying duffel bags. He hoisted his own bag onto his shoulder and walked over. "You all heading to the Acadamy?" Some of them nodded. "I'm High-Sergeant James Deryll. Looks like i'll be training with you all."

GSPD: Foxtecha what in the HELL are you doing over at Golden Skies International? We had to put seven whole sectors of the city on riot alert!

James Macker: Sorry GSPD, they're the foreigners who are taking part in our new program.

GSPD closed the radio channel now, as James Macker reviewed the sheet handed to him.

"Bastards...anyway welcome to the academy[VL] please head over to the dropshp hanger until the others arrive."

He pointed towards the hanger where 179 was sulking, and she quickly stood up and saluted the recruits.

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Golden Skies International

APC 49: Well hop in boys, APC only carries 10 and theres about 25 in this convoy, so her'ar ya options.

Ride inside, ride outside, take the Magnetic Transport Tubes [ooc: Maglev subway] or walk, which one ya gonna choose?

To High Segeant Deryll:

"Good to meet you, i'm Lieutenant-Colonel Geoffrey Waters. Most people just call me Geoff" Waters responded. "Yep, we're headed for the academy, you're welcome to join us"

"We're the Lesser Ribenan Special Operations Regiment, most of us have only recieved basic training so far though, hence our reason for being here. I am unfamiliar with your military structure, what arm of service are you in?"

To APC 49:

"My chaps will march there if we have to" Waters replied, to the mumbled disappointment of his men.

"Though we can ride on the outside of the APCs if there's room" The men seemed happier to follow the second option.

Labelas Headed towards the APC's. " Hi I'm 1lt. Labelas Enoreth is this APC heading to the Academy?"

"Alright." Vivian replied as she continued to walk with 117.

Iron Mike had taken alot of planes in his time, but this one took the cake, he was almost sorry to leave it when he landed, but he had more important things to do, there was training he was supposed to recieve, supposed to make him better, well, he sure hoped it would.

Boris descended slowly from the airplane that brought him here. He stopped and watched up to the bright sun, enjoying the warm feeling that surounded him. He started walking again, and a few seconds later he was on the runway, looking around for someone to guide him.

By this time the rear electronic door of the lead APC opened, and a man dressed in MOLIGNAR Armor, bearing 9-9 on his left arm, ealked out.

EBG Commander 99: So, you're the new recruits.

99 quickly survieyed them all, and, after he was quite satisfied, talked to them

"Yup these APC's are going to the academy, hold on"

99 pulled out a smoke signal from his grenade holsters on the rear of the weapons belt, and ignited it. 40 seconds later a red smoke cloud was rising from where he was.

"Okay, load up, for all of you who aren't lucky enough to share an APC with 9 other people, you can hang on with the infantry bars on the top, I'd have to say about 7 can fit up there."

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117 continued to walk down the main corridor of Facility G with Vivian, occasionally pulling out his security card to gain access to a room.

"Over there is the connector bridge to the dorm facilty and the main computer room where you and the other recruits will fill out your basic information to get your security card. "

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Airport Director of Foreign Passengers: [Ninja] Heh, you mean HQ or the academies, cuz their HQ's 30 miles to the South pal, but the academies are about 2 miles northwest of here, I think Foxtecha sent over a few APC's to transport the foreign recruits over there...

"What kind of information goes into the card?" Vivian asked

By this time the rear electronic door of the lead APC opened, and a man dressed in MOLIGNAR Armor, bearing 9-9 on his left arm, ealked out.

EBG Commander 99: So, you're the new recruits.

99 quickly survieyed them all, and, after he was quite satisfied, talked to them

"Yup these APC's are going to the academy, hold on"

99 pulled out a smoke signal from his grenade holsters on the rear of the weapons belt, and ignited it. 40 seconds later a red smoke cloud was rising from where he was.

"Okay, load up, for all of you who aren't lucky enough to share an APC with 9 other people, you can hang on with the infantry bars on the top, I'd have to say about 7 can fit up there."

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117 continued to walk down the main corridor of Facility G with Vivian, occasionally pulling out his security card to gain access to a room.

"Over there is the connector bridge to the dorm facilty and the main computer room where you and the other recruits will fill out your basic information to get your security card. "

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Airport Director of Foreign Passengers: [Ninja] Heh, you mean HQ or the academies, cuz their HQ's 30 miles to the South pal, but the academies are about 2 miles northwest of here, I think Foxtecha sent over a few APC's to transport the foreign recruits over there...


Mike saw the red cloud over the APC, he figured that was probably the way he was getting whereever it was he was going, so he double timed it over there to see what was what.

"What kind of information goes into the card?" Vivian asked

"Name, eye color, hair color, height, picture [ooc: none need be sent] all security stuff to insure no unauthorized personel get inside the facility. Your fingerprints will be uploaded onto the magnetic strip so you need to press your fingers against an halopanel while inserting the card to insure its you."

"Alright, how do you deal with people dying thier hair?" Vivian asked

"I have absolutely no clue" replied 117, "The Macker's and the Daniel's know all about the security process but they keep their soldiers in complete darkness."

Boris climbed on top of the APC. There was still room inside, but he wanted to enjoy the warmth of the sun a little longer. He looked around at the other trainees, and observed them, thinking of the next six years that he will be with them.

Boris climbed on top of the APC. There was still room inside, but he wanted to enjoy the warmth of the sun a little longer. He looked around at the other trainees, and observed them, thinking of the next few months that he will be with them.

[ooc: technically it's 6 years he will be here, with two month break during the summer and a one week for Christmas and thanksgiving. Unless you have some storyline or something planned out for him to fail or something...?]

"Ah, that would make some sense." Vivan replied

[ooc: technically it's 6 years he will be here, with two month break during the summer and a one week for Christmas and thanksgiving. Unless you have some storyline or something planned out for him to fail or something...?]

ooc: my bad...edited

Mike walked up to the APC and decided the guy on top would be easy enough to ask "Hey, you, where's this thing going?"

Mike walked up to the APC and decided the guy on top would be easy enough to ask "Hey, you, where's this thing going?"

Boris grinned and replied `I hope it goes to the Academy. Care to join me and find out? I`m Boris by the way.`

Boris grinned and replied `I hope it goes to the Academy. Care to join me and find out? I`m Boris by the way.`

"Iron Mike, Mighty Mite to my friends, and that's exactly where I'm going, so I guess I'll just climb on board." With that he jumps halfway up the side of the APC and swings himself up onto the top with one arm.

"Iron Mike, Mighty Mite to my friends, and that's exactly where I'm going, so I guess I'll just climb on board." With that he jumps halfway up the side of the APC and swings himself up onto the top with one arm.

`How much you willing to bet that they start us with heavy training from the first day?`

`How much you willing to bet that they start us with heavy training from the first day?`

"I don't take bets, my lifes exciting enough as it is." Mike just gives him a flat look throughout the delivery of the ancient line.

"I don't take bets, my lifes exciting enough as it is." Mike just gives him a flat look throughout the delivery of the ancient line.

Boris laughed as he heard the answer....`You must be high on something if sitting on top of an APC is exciting. I get the idea. I`ll leave you alone.`

ooc: the delivery of the ancient line <- i didnt quite get that part
//edit...nevermind...i got it

Boris laughed as he heard the answer....`You must be high on something if sitting on top of an APC is exciting. I get the idea. I`ll leave you alone.`

ooc: the delivery of the ancient line <- i didnt quite get that part
//edit...nevermind...i got it

"You're not bothering me, I just don't take bets, and my life is rather less exciting than normal, since I'm sitting on top of the APC and I'm not being shot at."

99 walked over to the APC where the recruits from Mini Miehm and Calpe were bickering, and began talking to the driver and gun controller.

"Okay I want the Rear cannon and front machine guns to be de-activated, I don't want you accidentally blowing a skyscraper to the ground! Radio what I just said on the EBG channel to the other APC's!"

"Yes sir!"

After he finished discussing what needed to be discusses with the APC driver, he walked over to the two recruits on top of it.

"So, you two comfortable?"

Boris saluted and said `Quite comfortable sir. We leaving soon for the Academy?`

"Well good, your training begins two days after you arrive there, we're leaving once those Ribenians get in the APC's"

Labelas comes running over to the APC "Hey wait for me" he says as he climbs on top

[ooc: LessRib, from the RL time its already taken Ima just say that your troops are already onboard the APC's]

IC:

99 tapped on the lead APC's armored door and quickly got in the back, all electronic doors were closed now and the convoy started its way to the academy at a slow, but slightly interesting pace of 15 MPH. Several civilians watching had seen EBG convoys moving through the city before, but not this large, and the slow pace also gave the foreigners a chance to look at the slightly interesting uptown Golden Skies City skyline, where they could make out the distinct outlines of massive skyscrapers 30 miles to the south.

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David Macker: *yawn* its 7 PM, James, do you mind if your brother Michael takes over for me, I really have to get back to the tower.

James Macker: No problem, haven't seen him in a while, what with the traveling around and all.

David Macker: Okay, I'll message him once I get to the subway, he should be here in about 20 minutes, if he's still at VSEP Center Bradley, make sure he's here when the recruits arrive.

OOC: yep thats fine, I spend all week at school doing A-levels and work 10-5 on Saturday so there's not much time for me to post. I'll make mine roughly 6-8pm GMT (or BST if you want to be picky!) so feel free to progress the story line without me.

Geoff lay back on the roof of the APC and took in the sights of the country around him. He could see huge skyscrapers looming out of the distant horizon, they dwarfed anything he had ever seen and were certainly far more advanced than any his country had ever built. His men were mostly reading books or sleeping inside the APCs, jet lag had taken effect on them; Geoff had always seemed to be immune to its effects and so took a greater interest in the strange world around him. He tried to anticipate what the academy would be like and how training would be, but he had never been anywhere like this before and had no idea. He concentrated on enjoying the ride and occasionally chatting to the few men of his regiment who were still awake.

The smaller convoy carrying the Charr had merged with the main convoy now, and within 10 minutes they had all pulled into tank hanger 07, the elctronic doors opened now and 99 began walking from APC to APC to wake up the sleepers.

Michael Macker had not arrived even a minute before the recruits got there, he went over to 99 to talk to him

"99, I want you to take them to the main computer room to fill out their security information,

[ooc: just make up like two names cuz its gonna take forever to type in 300 dudes names with hair color D/O/B, etc.]

IC: I also want you to take them to dropship hanger 07 for their briefing"

"YES SIR!, Okay recruits get up and follow me to the dropship hanger for your briefing"

[ooc: Anyone who missed the convoy, an EBG soldier is still at the airport, just RP your guy finding him to make it to the academy]

ooc: how/what are 117 and Vivian doing?

[ooc: Oh right, hold on]

99: [on in-helmet radio] 117, GET OVER HERE NOW! THE RECRUITS ARE BEGINNING THEIR BRIEFING SESSION!

117: Roger that, 117 out! [To Vivian] The first briefing is about to begin, follow me.

117 began running down the corridor until he found the security checkpoint, flashed his security card to the guard and opened the large metal door for Vivian.

"Alright, lead on." Vivian replied as she followed 117.

"yes sir" said Labelas as he followed the wierd looking giant in the green armor

117 ran towards the hanger where the briefing had already started

EBG 179: Hello, I will be one of your instructors here at Facility G, but introductions can wait til later,

Today is the day you are to rest up from your flights, get to know each other well, because at the end of each year you're gonna have to work as a coordinated squad against an objective.

Tomorrow you will have to fill in your basic information to recieve your academy security card, do NOT lose it, we won't replace it! After that you may spend the rest of the day in luxury, take a tour of the city, stay in the dorm facility I don't care!

Finally two days from now your training will begin, starting with very easy exercises I hope you all will have little struggle completing. With Academic and Practical training sessions on every even day, and military training every odd day.

Each semester you will be broken up into squads of 20, presented with different scenarios each time, whichever squad achieves the objective within the least ammount of time, the least casualties, and the stealthiest tactics not only is guarenteed to pass for the year, but if also given a reprieve from hard labor whenever you disobey a direct order!

She ended the briefing there, seeing as that was more than enough information they needed to know.

"Dismissed, 117 will lead you all to the dorm facility!"

"yes sir" said Labelas as he followed the wierd looking giant in the green armor

[ooc: better not say "green armor" in front of 99, mistake black for green and he'll make you do ridiculous ammounts of push-ups, the other instructors don't care]

Vivian followed 117.

Boris followed 117, curious about how the dormitories looked like.

Labelas followed 117.

Pulling out his security card 117 inserted it into the electronic slot, then entered his ID number and took off his helmet for the retinal scan.

Facility AI: Welcome to the Facility G Dorm Facility 1-1-7

He held the door open for the recruits while putting his helmet back on, then, when the last of them entered, closed the door and opened all the doors in the dorm, where he told them each room could hold 25 recruits.

The drom itself was almost as elegant as the granite exterior of the academy itself....almost. A wooden floor, Central A/C and heating, and a TV in the corner that could only display news and sports channels were about the only things interesting.

Boris entered the room and watched around. He left his lugage on one of the beds and looked at his roommates as they unpacked.

Labelas picked a bunk, stowed his gear away, then entered his Reviere
OOC: Reviere is the elven version of sleep so he's already asleep

Vivian found a bed off to the side, slung her bag down and racked out on the bed.

117 walked into every room and accounted for everyone, then yelled inside of every room.

"Lights out at 21:00, its currently 20:00!"

Vivian fell asleep at 20:30.

Boris felt the tiredness of the long day that was now behind him and decided he should turn in aswell. He lied down and soon fell asleep.

September 9, 2071, Vuhifellian Military Calender
05:30

EBG 117: Get up you lazy fools! get up!

117 had already turned on the lights to all the dorm rooms from one of the technical labs. Now he was heading from room to room to get everybody awake...

EBG 117: C'mon time for you guys to fill out your security information! lets get moving!

[ooc: For those who missed the convoy, just RP your soldiers finding EBG 330 and them going to the academy.]

Labelas snaped his eyes open the second 117 entered his room and was ready in lest then three minutes

Vivian rolled out of bed onto the floor, before standing up, getting changed and walking over to 117.

EBG 117: Right, today you are to fill out your information for your security cards, after that you may spend your free time as you wish...
Seeing as I've got better things to do than lead you all to the main computer room, its across the dormitory connector bridge, make a right at the second corridor. 99 and 179 will be waiting for you there!

Vivian headed down to the assigned room. "So what information do you want?" She asked

EBG 179: Head into the room and fill out all the information of the screen.

Name:
D.O.B.:
Hair Color:
Eye Color:
Height:
Sex:

Once thats taken care of you are to head over to the camera screen at the end of the room and have your picture uploaded onto the security card. Then to the fingerprint/retina scanner where you'll scan your fingerprints onto your card and your retina signature onto your card.

It will take about an hour for security crews to merge all the information onto a blank card.

Vivian walked into room and began filling out the data, once done she went and did the remaining 'paperwork'.
Name: Vivian McClem
D.O.B.: 6/6/2047
Hair Color: Red
Eye Color: Green
Height: 5'7"
Sex: Female

At this point in time 179 had recieved an envelope from one of the lab technicians.

EBG 179: Ah, wonderful!

She opened it and pulled out Vivian's security card

Name: Vivian McClem
D.O.B. 6/6/2047
Hair Color: Red
Eye Color: Green
Height: 5'7"
Sex: Female

EBG Access Code: 197291
Security Clearence: 1

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EBG 179: Here you go ma'am, go ahead and spend the rest of the day as you wish.

"Thank you." Vivian replied as she took the card. She then headed to the caefeteria.

Labelas head to the room they were assigned."what info you need from me"

High-Sergeant Deryll walked into the assigned room. As he seated himself at one of the screens, he bagan filling out the required data in his head, to speed up the process. He typed in all the required info, got up, and headed back to his room.

Name: James Deryll
D.O.B.: 8/36/903 (Dominion Dating System)
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Height: 6' 2"
Sex: Male

Labelas head to the room they were assigned."what info you need from me"

"Name, D.O.B., Hair Color, Eye Color, Height, and sex, then go over to the halopanel to screen your fingerprints and your retina and go over to the picture screen to take your picture. Your security card will be ready in an hour"

Labelas sat down and entered all the infomation, completed the rest and then went looking for a guide for the city

Name: 1lt Labelas Enoreth
DOB: 10/5/1276 (dalereckoning)
Height: 5'6"
Eyes: Purple
Hair: Black
Sex: Male

Labelas sat down and entered all the infomation, completed the rest and then went looking for a guide for the city

Name: 1lt Labelas Enoreth
DOB: 10/5/1276 (dalereckoning)
Height: 5'6"
Eyes: Purple
Hair: Black
Sex: Male

Another lab technician walked up to 179 an hour later and handed her an envelope. She pulled out Labelas' security card

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Name: 1lt Labelas Enoreth
DOB: 10/5/1276 (dalereckoning) [VMC ???]
Height: 5'6"
Eyes: Purple
Hair: Black
Sex: Male

EBG Access Code: 197341
Security Clearence: 1

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179 handed him his security card and kindly said, "here you go sir, enjoy the day as you wish."

Yet another lab technician walked up to 179 and handed her Deryll's card, unfortunately he was not there.

EBG 179 [to 99]: Hey 99, go find Deryll will ya? I've got his security card.

EBG 99: Heh, I'll be right back

DOB: 10/5/1276 (dalereckoning) [VMC ???]

OOC: What?

[ooc: the lab techies didn't know how to convert your calender to Vuhifellian Military Calender so they put VMC ???]

Labelas approched 179 "escuse me I'm interested in seeing the city. do you know where I can find a guide?"

EBG 179: Yeah, Golden Skies Tourism Center, it's about a block southwest from the airport where you came. You can choose uptown tour, downtown tour, or full tour.

Geoff Waters walked up to one of the terminals and entered his details.

Name: Geoffrey Waters
D.O.B.: 10/6/68
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Height: 5'11"
Sex:M

This done he moved to a camera, had his photgraph and retina scan taken, before moving on to the fingerprint machine. His men followed behind him beginning the long, labourous process of data entry.

OOC: I go back to school next week so I will have less time to do anything. I may only be on once eveyr 2 days. If the timeline moves on without me just consider that my guys follow whatever goes on. Feel free to RP them doing whatever. Sorry guys.

OOC: I go back to school next week so I will have less time to do anything. I may only be on once eveyr 2 days. If the timeline moves on without me just consider that my guys follow whatever goes on. Feel free to RP them doing whatever. Sorry guys.

[ooc: I shall; and btw, Ima just make up some random data for the last guy in your regiment, is that okay?]

EDIT: I'm guessing geoff's year is 1968? on your calender right?

This time, several lab technicians brought boxes filled with envelopes, 117 opened the first box and pulled out Geoff's envelope.

She opened it and pulled out his security card

Name: Geoffrey Waters
D.O.B.: 10/6/68
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Height: 5'11"
Sex: Male

EBG Access Code: 197491
Security Clearence: 1

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After about 50 minutes she pulled out the last soldiers security card [ooc: random info]

Name: John Mazeott
D.O.B.: 9/14/89
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Green
Height: 5'8"
Sex: Male

EBG Access Code: 198001
Security Clearence: 1

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"There you go boys, have a nice day, spend it as you wish."

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Mess Hall

Random Technician: Well hello, I'm guessing your one of those foreigners, theres the main breakfast/lunch/dinner access room, theres the secondary one.

He pointed towards two doors at opposite corners of the room

Random Technician: And theres the vending machines, have a nice day.

Deryll looked up as a knock came at his door. "Its open"

EBG 99 walked in, carrying an envelope. "you left before we could give you your security card."
Daryll opened the envelope and looked at the card. "thanks."
99 nodded and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. Deryll put his head back down, and closed his eyes. stupid pod-lag he thought.


OoC: just a question, but are the rooms like college dorms, with room mates, or like hotels, where its one to a room.

OoC: just a question, but are the rooms like college dorms, with room mates, or like hotels, where its one to a room.

[ooc: 25 recruits a room, less maintenance that way]

EBG 179: Yeah, Golden Skies Tourism Center, it's about a block southwest from the airport where you came. You can choose uptown tour, downtown tour, or full tour.
"Thanks." said Labelas"can i get a ride down there so I dont get lost?"

"Thanks." said Labelas"can i get a ride down there so I dont get lost?"

"Sure," 179 replied, she saw 117 walking down one of the corridors in his non-MOLIGNAR, EBG uniform.

"Hey 117!" She cried.

EBG 117: WHAT!

EBG 179: Take Lebelas here down to Golden Skies Tourism will ya?

EBG 117: *mild mumbling* Alright, Labelas, follow me to the carpark.

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When they arrived at the multi-story parking structure just a few minutes later, 117 pulled out his keys, opened his car, and told Labelas to get in the passenger seat.

"Thanks. By the way I've been wondering, why do you guys have numbers instead of names?"

As he rounded the corner of Hugho Avenue 117 stopped at the red light, then began to tell Labelas why they had numbers.

"During the last civil war, the corporations did most of the fighting instead of the government, so while the government soldiers were out capturing oil wells and trying to prevent the capture of Vuhifell's super-weapons, the corporate soldiers went deep into enemy territory to reclaim stolen weapons and disrupt the fascist government"

The light turned green now and 117 began driving again, but still talking to Labelas.

"Seeing as we were the ones who basically destroyed the fascist army, in a last desperate attempt they commendeared the superweapons, we took them out, however, seeing as they still had a mighty fine intelligence agency, the number system was introduced to protect ourselves and our families from fascist assault."

117 now turned towards the tourism agency, about 7 blocks away.

"But now that the wars over, I think we're all used to being called numbers, ya know? After your close friends call you it for several years, it sticks to you, ya know? Anyways, thats my point of view on things."

He pressed a button next to him and Labelas' door automatically opened.

"Have fun viewing the city!"

"Thanks. When do you need me back?"

"Thanks. When do you need me back?"

"Be back by 23:00"

117 reached into his car's glove compartment and pulled out a subway map. He then reached into his pockets, pulled out his wallet, and began skimming through his Currency Cards.

"Here you go!"

117 threw the subway map into Labelas' hands and also handed him and 10000 Credit Currency Card.

"Go enjoy yourself"

With this last statement, 117 pushed the button next to him again, his car door closed, and he drove off towards the downtown of the city.

Deryll sat bolt-upright on his cot. Once training starts, I probably won't be able to see the city. He glanced at his watch. 17:00 it read. He got up, and grabbed an empty duffel bag from under his cot (he had brought 3. 1 full, 2 empty) and began packing it up with food and his Currency Card his superiors had provided him with before he had arrived here. on it was 9,345 Credits. he wondered at the odd number for a second, then shrugged and tossed it into the duffel. Finally, he slipped his RadKill .45cal Automatic into his shoulder holster. (OoC: Im just assuming that since this is special forces training, they wouldn't confiscate weapons, sinse they would be training with them. correct me if im wrong.) He put his jacket on, and headed out. As he exited the Acadamy, he looked around. Just like Karakai he thought. (Karakai is the NM captial city). he closed his eyes and thought a second. Finally, he opened them and headed off to find the nearest bar.

Labelas finished the tour of the city but still had plenty of time left so he went to find a bar and saw one of the other recruits allready there

Deryll was just about to leave the bar when he saw another of the recruits enter. He recognized the face, but for the life of him, couldn't remember the name. He waved the other recruit on over.

Labelas walked over"the strongest stuff you have." he sadi to the barkeep then turned to the recruit"Hi how are you. we're in the same barracks right?I'm Labelas."

"Yeah, Labelas. Im James Deryll. Pull up a stool. After all, its only..." he looked at his watch. 21:59 It read. "well, we still got an hour. Plenty of time, don't you think?"

"more then enough time. Let's eat, drink and be merry for tommorow we start training!"

Deryll looked at the barkeep.
"Hey, lets get some strong stuff down here!" The bartender slid a glass filled with a dark red alcohol in it to Deryll. "To training!"

Twenty Minutes Later
"So, then theys all comin at me, crazy chinese lookin nuts, wit dair swords, and im all, 'hell no' and sok em in der slanty faces!" Deryll pauses for a second, to stare at his hand, which is now in front of his face because of the punching motion he had been making. He dropped his hand and looked to the bartender. "More! More of that... um..." he stopped, confused. "More!" Another glass slid down the bar (his 8th) and he drank half in one draw. "weak! ive made stronger stuff in my tub at my hous..." he was cut short as he leaned too far back and fell, unconcious, to the ground

Labelas looked down at Deryll uncousios form then turned to the barkeep"can you call a cab for me and my friend?"

Deryll woke up in his cot with a pounding headache. He groaned. For all the technological wondors North Mack had, they couldn't come up with an anit-hangover pill? He glanced at the clock.

3:23

"Impressive. Thats was some pretty strong stuff. get to sleep lights on at 0530" Labelas said before entering his revire

(OoC: Im just assuming that since this is special forces training, they wouldn't confiscate weapons, sinse they would be training with them.

[ooc: Yeah, you can carry weapons in the city, but you have to present your security card to a GSPD police officer to legally carry it.]

IC:

September 9, 2071, Vuhifellian Military Calender
19:00

99, 118, 117, and 179 seem to be enjoying themselves at one of Golden Skies City's more, well known, bars. The one on the 77th floor of Foxtecha Tower to be exact.

EBG 117: *slightly drunk* So I says to em, I says, 'watch this' and then he pulls the trigger right, and I run im' over the exac' moment!

All of them seem to laugh at this, when another one of David Macker's sons, John Macker, approuches them.

John Macker: Hey guys, mind if I join you.

EBG 99: Not at all, come on, I think 117's cybernetic body is gonna pass out soon from the alcohol though.

John Macker: Heh, listen, training starts tomorrow am I correct?

EBG 179: You are.

John Macker: Great, when 117 isn't drunk tomorrow tell him to read Foxtecha Rules to the recruits, I don't want them blowing up half the city!

EBG 179: Alright John, we'll do that.

She drank another half of her 'Aneheim Light' bottle before speaking to him again

EBG 179: Hey John, don't worry, we've all graduated the tougher facilities, if we can handle all that, we can surely handle a couple hundred recruits [sarcasm]

HEY! GET ME ANOTHER BOTTLE OVER HERE!

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September 10, 2071, Vuhifellian Military Calender
05:30

179 had went into the main computer lab this time and had turned on the lights in all the dorms, even turned on the TV to wake them up. Before getting on the dorm facility intercom and screeming at them.

EBG 179: GET UP! BREAKFAST IN 10 MINUTES! TRAINING BEGINS AT 0600!

The Charr had remained quiet, despite him understanding everything that had been said thanks to his translation necklace. He clutched on to his suitcase with aggressive vigour, as though it contained a relative or something equally important.

He still went along with things, though. He took one of the forms and looked it over, scanning it into his necklace and reading what it had translated. He cocked his head as he read 'hair colour', and looked back down at his furry body with a bewildered look on his face. Doing his best to simulate their writing according to his translator, he filled in the form.

Name: Vatlaaw Doomtooth
D.O.B.: Seventh Day of the 5th Sector of the Year of the 12th Fire God (approx. 32 years of age -- Charr have a slightly increased (natural) lifespan over humans, so he's still considered quite young)
Hair Color: Brown w/ black
Eye Color: Yellow
Height: 7.6 feet
Sex: Male

His handwriting was more attuned to writing in Charrian, but it was just about legible. He didn't understand the need for such a security card, as he didn't imagine there would be any other Charr around to get him confused with. Still, such were the ways of their kind -- paperwork till death.

Vatlaaw left once more with his suitcase, immediately looking for the place he would be sleeping. Once he reached it he sat down, and removed a small statue from the suitcase. The stone statue was only 15cm tall, jet-black in colour and depicted a bizarre, frightening creature. Had it not been in his possession one might have thought it was a depiction of some kind of strange alien life form. He pulled out what looked like a tiny gas cylinder and fixed it underneath the statue. He toyed with it for a few seconds and then put it down again as it burst into flames. Mysteriously, the flames gave off no smoke, nor made a scent. They somehow remained confined to the statue, even after coming into contact both with the wood of the table and his fur. A fire consumed the statue, yet was completely incapable of spreading.

With his statue alight, he sat his bulky frame on the bed and closed his eyes, muttering some words in his native Charrian.

Labelas snaped out of his Reviere the second the lights turned on and was in the chow hall before the announcement was even over

OOC: I might not be able to post in 1.5 weeks, until then, you might see me occasionaly, but after those 1.5 weeks, I have 2 months of vacation, so...

OoC:sorry to see you have to be away.

OOC: I might not be able to post in 1.5 weeks, until then, you might see me occasionaly, but after those 1.5 weeks, I have 2 months of vacation, so...

[ooc: oh well, VL do I have your permission to control your soldiers while you are away, cuz I may have some of the semester scenarios while you are gone]

IC:

The Lesser Ribena troops had found their way down to the mess hall now, seeing Labelas already eating and also seeing the open doors to the primary and secondary serving rooms.

They made their way through the serving lines slowly when 99 and 117 came down to greet them.

"Eat your food fast people, your gonna be heading with 117 for your first class," 99 said.

Vivian headed to the cafeteria and got breakfast.

Labelas followed 117 to thier first class

Vivian headed to class with 117.

As all of the recruits ate the meager breakfast before them, 117 waited until all were done, then turned around and headed across the connector bridge to the main facility where they would learn some basic training.

As they entered a large room with about 450 seats, 117 got in the front.

"This is the combat tactics room 99 will be the instructor of this room, after he comes, gives you guys the rules, and gives you a basic scenario to solve, you will head through this door and find me in the physical/weapons training area."

Vivian took a seat about three rows from the bottom and waited for 99.

As he entered the combat tactics room, Boris looked for a chair and took one couple of seats to the left of Vivian.

99 entered the room with two other people, Admiral Brienheimer of the Foxtechan 7th Fleet and Admiral Jones of the Foxtechan 1st Fleet.

EBG 99: Alright people, I'ma present the rules of the academy before we begin your first lesson.

-You must have your security card every time you enter/exit the building
-Carrying a weapon in Golden Skies City is not permitted without your security card
-Lights out at 2300, if you are caught outside of the dorm at this time you will be suspended for 6 years until re-application
-Discharging of ammunition is limited to Academy firing ranges only
-Drug use is prohibited
-Tobacco is prohibited
-Unauthorized use of secure EBG facilities is prohibited

The list ends there people!

Here is the scenario you are to solve, Admiral Brienheimer of the 7th Fleet is supporting Admiral Jones of the 1st Fleet. Simple yes? Its only your first session people!

The 7th fleet consists of

4 Battleships
9 Destroyers
2 Cruisers (Non AEGIS)
6 Cruisers (AEGIS)
2 Aircraft Carriers
2 Frigates
3 Corvettes
1 Dreadnaught

while the 1st fleet consist of

3 Battleships
4 Destroyers
1 Cruiser (Non AEGIS)
4 Aircraft Carriers
7 Frigates
4 Corvettes

Current Sitrep:

Fascist forces control the mineral rich territory of the Comona Islands, the 1st and 7th fleets have been deployed in the area, your objective:

Capture the 73 Island long Island Chain while inflicting the least ammount of damage possible to mines/ oil refineries/ factories/ ports

Kill/Capture all fascist forces on all islands
Kill fascist Admiral Ivan Teryosha

Troops at disposal:

4 dropship squadrons (5 p/ squadron)
540 VTOL Mobius Fighters
20 Tanks
800 Marines
60 EBG Units

Capture at least 90% of the Island Chain with minimal casualties as possible


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Note: EBG Armor has gas filters in helmet, helmet radios, and temporary optical stealth, etc. Use these tools wisely in your mission.

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IC:

99 began to distribute the recruits personal laptops for their academic training, they would begin as soon as they recieved it.

"99, a few questions, what is the difference between AEGIS and Non-AEGIS cruisers, what is a EBG unit, how many people per dropship, do we know what the forces of facists consists of, and is there a time limit?" Vivian asked

99 replied to all of Vivian's questions.

"An AEGIS Cruiser is one equipped with the AEGIS anti-missile system, one without it doesn't have the system. An EBG Unit is one single, EBG soldier. A dropship can hold up to 20 people inside its cargo hold, and a maximum of 60 tons of cargo. Also the fascist forces per island differ, but the strongest resistence on Lukai Island, where Admiral Ivan Teryosha is located, has about 10,000 fascist soldiers and about 30 tanks. But seeing the performance of Squad 49 in Quiblechistan, this should be easy as cake. There is no time limit."

Vivian began working on the problem.

ooc: do you want details, or simply a completed status?

Labelas started working on the problem

Vivian began working on the problem.

ooc: do you want details, or simply a completed status?

ooc: I just want some basic details such as:

Completion time:
# of your soldiers killed:
# of enemy soldiers killed:
# of your soldiers injured:
# of enemy soldiers injured:
# of your soldiers captures:
# of enemy soldiers captured

# of your vehicles destroyed/shot down:
# of enemy vehicles destroyed:shot down:

sq miles captured:

etc.

EDIT: Also your character may just pack up their laptop, go to physical training and continue the scenario during their free time.

"A Couple of Questions first" said Labelas" what are the capabilities of the Mobius fighters and tanks"

The M4803V "Warmaster" Tank is capable of passing over 3 foot deep trences as well as firing its main 130 mm cannon every 15 seconds. It has a 44 calibur machine gun attached to its main turret and the commander may also man the 52 calibur machine gun on top of the tank. It has 3 inches of plasma steel armor (MOLIGNAR) and has the same engine used on the Korsa dropship, maximum speed is 30 MPH.

The F/A 371 "Robin", New Hivez Classification "Mobius" is a VTOL aircraft thats a blend between the F-22 and the S-37. It can fly at supersonic speeds and is stealth just like the F-22, and it is also a front swept wing aircraft like the S-37.

Like the S-37, it can make sharp turns with relative ease. It has a single, Likin Motor J-808 "Jovian" Engine, capable of accelerating the F/A 371 to 600 MPH to an altitude of 20000 feet in about 40 seconds.

ooc: how much land is there on the islands and what is the terrain?

Labelas decided to go to PT and think on the problem

ooc: how much land is there on the islands and what is the terrain?

ooc: The average mass of the islands is 46 sq miles, with 13 sq miles being the smallest and 83 sq miles the largest. The terrain is rugged, with several bays and craters pointed towards the sea, giving a distinct advantage to the defenders.

There is however, very little vegetation, so visibility for airstrikes is at a 97%.

[ooc: oh well, VL do I have your permission to control your soldiers while you are away, cuz I may have some of the semester scenarios while you are gone

OOC: That's no Problem.

Completion time: 14 hours
# of your soldiers killed: 82
# of enemy soldiers killed: 87%
# of your soldiers injured: 321
# of enemy soldiers injured: 9%
# of your soldiers captures: 37(but recovered)
# of enemy soldiers captured 4%

# of your vehicles destroyed/shot down: 64
# of enemy vehicles destroyed:shot down: 64%

sq miles captured: 1226.4 miles^2

EBG 117[To Labelas]: Eh? Done already, or did you just save the strategy for you free time from 19:00 to 23:00?

Alright, I'll start with some small training, 40 push ups, if you stop, you cannot start over. Next 40 sit ups, yet again if you stop, you cannot start over, then 40 pull ups, then 5 laps around the facility (parimeter estimate: 400 meters)

Alright, start now, next time we meet, we up the numbers, so make sure your in shape for the second day of PT.

Alright....get moving....NOW!

Once she'd finished the program, she headed to the PT arena.

Completion time: 17 hours
# of your soldiers killed: 98
# of enemy soldiers killed: 81%
# of your soldiers injured: 296
# of enemy soldiers injured: 11%
# of your soldiers captures: 23(but recovered)
# of enemy soldiers captured 7%

# of your vehicles destroyed/shot down: 59
# of enemy vehicles destroyed:shot down: 55%

sq miles captured: 1154.4 miles^2

117 saw Boris and Vivian come through the metal door towards the PT facility.

EBG 117: Alright, you two are to follow the same procedure as Labelas, light training today, gets heavier as time progresses, I want you to do 40 push ups, 40 sit ups, and 40 pull ups, if you stop, you cannot start over. Once that is complete you will take five laps around facility G, or roughly jog around 2000 meters.

Alright, move now!

Boris started making the requested exercises. Not really a problem for him, the previous training in the Imperial Secret Service having prepared him for physical chalenges.

Vivian set to work starting with the push-ups, followed by sit-ups and lastly pull-ups. As she finished she started the run.

Completion time: 21 hours
# of your soldiers killed: 59
# of enemy soldiers killed: 87%
# of your soldiers injured: 198
# of enemy soldiers injured: 8%
# of your soldiers captured: 19(but recovered)
# of enemy soldiers captured 2%

# of your vehicles destroyed/shot down: 48
# of enemy vehicles destroyed:shot down: 34%

sq miles captured: 1024.7 miles^2

117 saw Deryll coming through the metal door.

"Okay, same routine as them, 40 push ups, sit ups, and pull ups, if you stop you cannot start over. Once you are finished you are to jog 5 laps around Facility G, roughly 2000 meters, have fun!"

Deryll began with sit-ups, moved to pull-ups, completed the push-ups, and began the run around the facility

Vivian finished the run and stopped in front of 117, "So what should I do now?"

117 replied to Vivian, "Head over to the weapons training facility and meet 110 for your first weapons session"

[ooc: I'll RP about 2 days every semester before timeskipping to more important events such as holidays or test scenarios]

Boris stopped in front of 117 as he finished the run, and asked:

`Should I go to the weapons training facility too?`

Vivian headed in the indicated direction, and arrived at where 110 was. "I'm here for weapons training."

117 replied to Boris, "Yes, go to weapons training, 110 will meet you there"

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110 saw Vivian and greeted her, "Alright, we're just going to begin with weapons identification, go into each of the 4 rooms behind me," he notioned towards the only wooden door in the facility, "Inside all the rooms are technicians with clipboards recording your identifications, in the first room are assault rifles, in the second: rocketry and explosives, in the third: pistols, and in the fourth: shotguns, less-than-lethal weapons, machine guns, sub-machine guns, and sniper rifles"

Vivian entered the room and asked the techies, "How do you want these ID'ed, by caliber, maker, model name, how?"

"All we need is at least one ma'am"

"Alright." Vivian replied and began naming the weapons, by model name.

110 saw the door open again and noticed Boris coming through

[ooc: Sorry about the time not posting, I'm just too lazy...until like 4 hours from now]

IC:

"Hello uh...Boris right? Head through that wooden door there and start to ID the weapons, we won't start training til' next session. There are four rooms,

First is assault rifles
Second is Explosives nd Rocketry
Third is pistols
Finally fourth is machine guns, shotguns, sub-machine guns, less-than-lethal weapons, and sniper rifles.

Right then, get started"

A technician walked over to Vivian to analyze her results from the assessment.

"Very good, 98%* of the weapons were properly named, that concludes weapons training, head through that door at the end of the shooting range to head into the virtual stealth training area"

[*ooc: I'm guessing this is an acceptable number]

"Alright." Vivian heads to the indicated room.

ooc: that's about good, as there would be a few models that would be things like The Vuhifellian States only and similars

" I guess you are already familiar with me," 179 said to Vivian as she entered the door.

"Alright, we're not exactly going to do anything today but work on walking silently in a number of situations"

179 grabbed a remote and began flipping through virtual training programs. "Alright, we'll begin with 15 situations today, first with forests, next with marshes, yadda yadda yadda, we're going to end in a city environment."

She turned on the program, "There you go, get started, this is the last military training for the day, after you complete this you may spend your remaining time as you wish, remember curfew at 23:00"

*bump*

Vivian began working throught the courses, in the forest taking time to place her steps, in the marsh, moving throught the swamp submerged to the neck and in the city, staying un-unusual and blending with the other people.

"Well, this concludes your first day of PT, spend the day aqs you wish."

[ooc: I'm just gonna skip the next day to bring back some people and go straight to the combat scenario.]

"Alright." Vivian headed to the dorms and such and began relaxing, eating and showering before heading to bed.