NationStates Jolt Archive

ooc: I'm here, but I'm waiting for people to respond.

Alcohol...Jenz shuddered.

The acrid taste, rising up from the fumes until it clawed at the throat; the dull, fuzzy, foolish incomprehension; the pounding, numbing aftermath. He abhorred the stuff. Of course, his father lolled in it: not a moment when his breath didn't carry its sickly scent. Why would someone choose to pour away their blood into something so dull, so bland: something that actually crushed the mind? Yuk.

He glanced back over the silver-haired girl. "So, he's not around? Hmm, that's a shame. I guess we can't get any exercises going until the fool's woken up."

Jenz flicked his hair for a moment, and yawned massively. "Does he need any help? Or should we just leave him?"

OOC: Kinda dependent on Krendakov atm...

"He'll be alright." Jera replied, "Just sensitive for a while." She looked around
"So want to do something while we wait?"

"Sure, I'm game." Jenz answered quickly. He was still tired, but he knew that if he just lay abed, he'd end up staring at the ceiling for hours. He needed something to do...something to keep active.

"What do you suggest?"

"What do you want to do?" She asked as she arched her back in a manner that would draw the eye to certain aspects of the female anatomy.

Jenz's eyes slid down for a moment. He jolted them sideways, coughing hurriedly, and shuffled his feet.

"I...yeah, I really haven't looked round here much yet. Is there anyone else around? I should probably try to get names to faces. Jenz, by the way. Major Jenz Klementh, Gruenberger Navy. I didn't catch your name."

Jera smiled internally at Jenz's somewhat unease. "My name's Jera, Jera Ort of the Theao Wolf-Dragon company. I'm sure you'll meet the others in time, but want to go for a walk?"

Jera smiled internally at Jenz's somewhat unease. "My name's Jera, Jera Ort of the Theao Wolf-Dragon company. I'm sure you'll meet the others in time, but want to go for a walk?"

"Sure, sure."

Jenz shrugged on his jacket, and swept his spilled belongings into his bag hurriedly. He was apprehensive about leaving all his gear in an unlocked room, but he hoped that he could trust these people. If not, then exercises were going to be interesting.

As he stepped out into the dim corridor, he coughed lightly again.

"So, I don't know much about your country, I'm afraid. What's it like?"

"Then we're equal, as I know little about your nation." Jera replied, "But what do you want to know?"

"Then we're equal, as I know little about your nation." Jera replied, "But what do you want to know?"

"Hmm..." Jenz wondered at this point whether he would have been expected to have read up vast intel reports, and whether he might be thought less of for displaying such flabbergasting ignorance. After all, he wasn't sure he could even spell 'Theow'. He glanced sideways at Jera. Still, she seemed friendly enough.

"Well, what's your country...like? Gruenberg's pretty small, much poorer and less powerful than most of the nations these guys represent, I'm sure. And...er...yeah, the weather's pretty dull. Hot all year round, 'cept in the mountains, where you'll freeze your bollocks off. Well, obviously, you won't, but...um..."

He resisted the urge to kick himself. But barely.

Jera shot him a dazzling, and alluring smile, "Well, Theao's moderately wealthy nation, land-locked, and odd, or at least odd to outsiders." She commented, "The climate ranges to frigid, to blistering, depending on where you happen to be."

Alexis went outside for a cigar.



"BEEP"


It was a phone he had in his pocket he reached for it in his pocket.


"Speak" he said in a low voice and fumes from his cigar left his mouth.


"Captain Alexis this is Colonel Jakinos I have news."

"What is it...another training mission that never starts."

"You are funny(sarcastic)...but Major Staifes is taking his reteirment as head S.O.R.U. and command has seen fit to promote you....congrates cap...errr....major Nokovkin"

"You are kidding sir."

"No you are now in command of the 53rd...you can come back if you want...."

"No sir i never leave a mission...no matter what *sigh*"

"We have sent a package for you containing your new insignia and a new name plate for your door....ohhh while you are gone,Captain Nasko will be incharge."

"Alright thank you sir give my regards to the guys."

"Well.... about the guys."

All of the sudden a loud cheer can be heard in the back round....HIS men wishing luck to him.
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Alexis finished his cigar and went to the post office to pick up his stuff his major emblems and his door plate.And saw the others had mail in theirs too.

He returned to his room and proudly put the plate on the door with MJR. in front of his name he went inside to relax.

Jera shot him a dazzling, and alluring smile, "Well, Theao's moderately wealthy nation, land-locked, and odd, or at least odd to outsiders." She commented, "The climate ranges to frigid, to blistering, depending on where you happen to be."

"Odd? Ha, I can sympathise with that."

Jenz tried his best to shake her winsome smile from his head.

"Yes, I think Gruenberg's pretty odd too. The Court sees itself as some mighty imperial power, yet it leaves the army in tatters. No one listens to anyone anymore...it's all falling apart at the seems. And our religion...pah." Jenz spat. "Don't get me started on fucking Wenaism."

He checked his rant, and whistled for a second.

"So...what was it like growing up in 'odd' Theao?" He laughed, faintly and hoarsely. "Can't imagine it was any worse than Gruenberg."

Tim saw Jera and the Gruenberger talking as he went into the building. He resisted the urge to run over, but he knew if nothing happened in the next few minutes, he would die of boredom. He looked the floor, and an exasperated sigh escaped his lips.

"How is it odd, let me count the ways." Jera commented, "One of the oddities, the punishment for shoplifting, is a wedgie. The goverment makes absolutely no sense, but works. There is more, but you get the picture."

As Blane layed there on the ground a cool breeze blew and Jera's voice carried to his ears... "The punishment for shoplifting, a wedge." Blane chuckled at that. Why would anyone resist shoplifting if the crime was merely a wedgie.

Blane wondered who she was talking to, but paid it no bother.

"How is it odd, let me count the ways." Jera commented, "One of the oddities, the punishment for shoplifting, is a wedgie. The goverment makes absolutely no sense, but works. There is more, but you get the picture."

Jenz laughed, a good deal of nervous energy spilling out. He saw another officer scuttle by. He half-beckoned for him to join them, but didn't think the guy saw it. Anyway, he was enjoying chatting with Jera.

"Well, ok, that's a little crazy. We're not quite like that. The response to most crimes used to be indiscriminate execution, but the Sultan's phasing a lot of that out now."

He noticed her side-skipping the question of her upbringing, and realized that he perhaps shouldn't press on.

"Anyway, yes. What are the other officers here like? I met Norvorkin, I think his name was, but I haven't really been introduced to the others. I hope they're not all idle sots."

Donovann thought he saw the Gruenberger, Jenz, or whatever, motion to him. He stopped, then looked at them with a befuddled expression. Jera had her back to him, but the Gruenberger he knew could see him.

"Some of them are normalish, like Blane from DMG, and some are less normal, like the Krendakovian Colonel." Jera replied, "I doubt that any are really idle thought."
As they walked, she sneezed.

"Ok. I haven't met 'Blane' yet." Jenz glanced back at the officer pausing at the doors. "That him?"

Jera sneezed. "Nemi pittak," Jenz muttered, unthinkingly. Stumbingly, he hastened to justify himself at her quizzical glance. "It's a folk saying, from back home, although it's frowned upon now. It just means 'let it go', or something, I'm not sure. It's...kind of confused. Some people think it means that sneezing is a way of ridding the body of evil spirits, others that a sneeze is a sign of withholding something. Anyway, it's just a little saying, really. You ok?"

Jera got a mischievious grin on her face, as Jenz leaned in to ask if she was okay. "That's not Blane, yes I am okay and," She then kissed him on the nose, grinned and laughed.

Tim turned around, shaking his head, but with a smile twitching at his mouth. He coughed, and knocked on his door. No answer. Apparently Blane was still soaking in the sunlight.

Blane was now watching Jera and Jenz stroll together from his spot on the grass. After another brief exchange he saw Jera kiss Jenz on the nose. "Jenz, a piece of friendly advice to you from my country. It goes something like... Watch Yourself," Blane hollered over in the their direction.

Jera grinned and chuckled at Blane's warning. Jenz would be wise to heed the warning.

Jenz coughed again, this time an eruption of previously uncharted explosive vigour. His nose still warmly tingled.

"Ahem. Well, ok." He turned to nod at the man in the distance. "Sure. Thanks."

Things had taken an interesting turn. He scratched his forehead.

"Well...yes. Anyway."

Her blue eyes laughed at him.

"So...I...ahem...so when do you think these damn exercises are going to start?" He spat heartily.

"Who knows, could be anytime really." Jera replied

Blane touched the side of his sunglasses and immediately they zoomed in so that he could see the Jera and Jenz's faces. As he look at Jenz he saw that he was totally perplexed by Blane's comment but as he scanned over to Jera's face, there was a look of total comprehension.

Tim chuckled at the words he could hear. He opened the door to the room, and walked out to see the others better.

Alexis was proud of his permotion he could not relax at all he went out to were everyone else was.


It was a beautiful day the wind was pleasent but it was still nice and warm."Perfect cigar weather." he thought to himself and pulled out another cigar of the same brand but not as fat as the others.


Jera and Jenz were walken around together and nearly all the men were obviously jelous....Alexis was not the jelous type.

Damoslav opened the door and walked out, feeling slightly better. Deciding that he needed something to eat and drink, he made his way to the “kitchen”. While he walked along the corridor he saw the Theao representative talking to someone new. He wandered over, “Hey, I’m Colonel Damoslav. I’m in charge of this mission” He extended his hand, “And you would be…?”

Vijay was continuing to eat his breakfast. He heard voices in the background, but he recognized one. He turned he face and saw the Colonel talking to Jera and someone else. Vijay whistle to the Colonel and waved his hand to come over hear.

"Colonel Damoslav...Come here!!" yelled Vijay. "We need to talk!!"

Blane was now becoming bored of lieing in the sun, so he hopped up - grabbing his towel and guns - and proceeded back to his room. He changed into his regular attire, strapped on his guns and proceeded into the corridor. He noticed a small gathering of people including the Colonel, so he decided to throw his two cents in.

"Hey. You think we can get this thing started already. Even if not everyone is here we could at least do some training excercise or mock battle..."

Jera saw the colonel, looking slightly wan from his bender, and heard him ask who Jenz was, "This is Jenz, from Gruenburg."

Jenz shuffled. Jera had introduced him, and he felt slightly foolish for it. Nonetheless, he did his best to straighten up, and shook the faintly wobbly by the hand.

"Yes, Major Jenz Klementh, Gruenberger Navy, reporting in sir."

"Hey. You think we can get this thing started already. Even if not everyone is here we could at least do some training excercise or mock battle..."

The brash officer piped up, but he was probably right.

"Yeah, I think I agree. We need something to get us warmed up, in any case. It'd be good to get down to doing something. I can't imagine how dull it must have been sitting round here doing squat." Shut up, he reminded himself: you're the cause of this.

He coughed, and nodded.

"What do you suggest?"

"Jenz, you should really get your throat checked out, I think you might have a cold." Jera commented, "We could arrange a shooting contest, perhaps?" she offered

"Jenz, you should really get your throat checked out, I think you might have a cold." Jera commented, "We could arrange a shooting contest, perhaps?" she offered

"Yeah, I think that would be a good idea," he replied.

Given that he hadn't even been issued with a rifle yet, though...

"Although, perhaps I might need some practice first. Haven't shot in a while."

"Yeah, I think that would be a good idea," he replied.
Given that he hadn't even been issued with a rifle yet, though...
"Although, perhaps I might need some practice first. Haven't shot in a while."
"It's like a bike, you never forget how." She commented

"It's like a bike, you never forget how." She commented

"Yeah, I guess."

Jenz enjoyed shooting, and felt he was by normal standards a reasonable marksman. He also felt that these special forces types would crush him like an egg. Surrounded by four pairs of beady eyes, however, he didn't really feel in a position to start acting like a wet blanket.

"Sure, sure. Well, I'm game, then."

"Well what kind of shooting contest will it be? Range? Accuracy? Moving? Advancing? Cards?"

"Why not all of those?" Jera asked

"You mean try a series of events? Yes, I think that might be a good idea. It'd make it more interesting, certainly."

"Or all at once." She said, a grin on her face.

"Or all at once." She said, a grin on her face.

"Well what do you propose?"

"All five of the options you suggested combined." Jera replied

"Sounds good to me," said Jenz, keen to remain part of the discussion.

"All five of the options you suggested combined." Jera replied

Rolling his eyes Blane commented in a very sarcastic tone, "Oh great idea... Very helpful - Why don't you actually come up with a plan for the competition..."

"If they have a set of bow and arrows, then it'd be easy to set up." Jera replied

"If they have a set of bow and arrows, then it'd be easy to set up." Jera replied

"You have got to be kidding me... Bows and arrows... What a load of crap..."

Damoslav wandered off from the discussion. He continued on to the "kitchen" where he poured himself a glass of water and sat down with it.
“What was I thinking last night???” he mused to himself. “I really shouldn’t do things like that… I suppose it was a special occasion though…”
He took a drink of his water and closed his eyes, still trying to remember exactly what happened.

"...crap."

Mmm. Jenz hadn't particularly taken to the swaggering Blane, and decided that getting in the middle of an argument about bows and arrows wasn't going to be awesome fun. Instead, his curiosity was piqued as Colonel Damoslav tottered off. He nodded a good-bye to Jera, and followed.

The colonel sat at a table, sipping water, and sighed. Jenz stood back behind the door, not yet wanting to be seen. He wasn't sure whether to approach or not: after all, he didn't really have much to say. Nonetheless, after standing for a minute or two, he began to realize he really had nothing better to do.

"Are you...alright, sir?" He turned the corner, and struck as neutral a face as he could muster.

Tim wandered over to where everyone was putting together what sounded like a schedule for a set of excercises. He hoped the thing would get started soon, if it hadn't already.

"You have got to be kidding me... Bows and arrows... What a load of crap..."
"Not really Blane, it would be the perfect way to deal with a small, moving, target, with a serious accuracy recuirment." Jera replied

"Are you ever going to need to use a bow in combat...? Rarely. Now guns on the other hand you are going to have to use almost every mission."

"You seem to be missing the point." Jera commented, "One person fires the arrow. The person who's up tries to shoot it down, with points markers along the shaft."

Damoslav opened one eye, and then closed it again. "I'm okay, I guess..." he sighed, "A little hung-over..." He took another drink of water.

"Right." Now wasn't the time to preach. For a moment, Jenz tried to shape a 'why' question in his mouth, but each time, it fell hollow in his mouth, rank and unpallatable. He couldn't ask it.

"So...sorry I came in late. But, I see things haven't really taken off yet. Where do I go to get my KA-1 issued? Been looking forward to seeing it in action."

Cautiously, he stalked over to the table, and eased down into a chair across from the beleaguered colonel.

"You seem to be missing the point." Jera commented, "One person fires the arrow. The person who's up tries to shoot it down, with points markers along the shaft."

Checking his tone and lowering his voice again, "What ever you want to do."

Opening his eyes slightly, Damoslav peered across at Jenz.
“Either you think I’m a really bad soldier, or you’re wondering why I was drunk. I’ll wager on the latter.” He sighed again and closed his eyes. “What do you know about Krendakov’s history?”

Checking his tone and lowering his voice again, "What ever you want to do."
"Why thank you good sir." Jera said with a curtsy.

Opening his eyes slightly, Damoslav peered across at Jenz.
“Either you think I’m a really bad soldier, or you’re wondering why I was drunk. I’ll wager on the latter.” He sighed again and closed his eyes. “What do you know about Krendakov’s history?”

"No, I don't think you're a bad soldier," Jenz blurted, his sickly words doubtless little consolation. "And, well, it's none of my business what you do. But yes, sure, I'm interested in your country. Do you have much of an imperial heritage? You know, conquests, power, blood and awe?"

Whatever it was, it had to be better than Gruenberg's.

"Well as long as we do something" added Alexis."It is getting too boring around here."

"Why thank you good sir." Jera said with a curtsy.

Blane nodded and then said "Ma'am," as he bowed and took a couple steps back before turning about face and walking off down the corridor. He entered the kitchen and sat down at the table across from Colonel Damsolav and next to Jenz.

"Well, Krendakov has been a dictatorship for years. Every so often it poked its nose into other countries' buisness, but not much. Well anyway the old presidant, Aleksei Ognev, who has been in power for about two decades, has made a major change in Krendian Politics."

Jenz nodded tersely to Blane as he came in. "Sorted things out with Jera yet?"

He turned back. Damoslav was still hunched over his glass. He looked thoroughly miserable.

"Do I get the impression you don't see eye to eye with this new President?"

Jenz tilted back in his chair. It was a leading question, and he knew Damoslav shouldn't - and probably wouldn't - answer. But he needed to know. It would comfort him if he could find some token of kinship with this man, another offikcer struggling under a burden of hierarchical incompetence and lunacy.

Sometimes, Jenz wondered if he only abhorred the Sultan and his petty whims because he resented the implication of family connection: that he was scared he would inherent the same feeble mind. But truthfully, he felt that even the goatherds from the northern mountains could recognise the shallow decay setting in at the Court. And it was only time before they came down the slopes.

“Au contraire” Damoslav replied, “I agree with Aleksei Ognev, but he is no longer our president.” He took another drink of water, “Democracy finally reached Krendakov last night”

Tim walked into the Mess Hall, as he called it, and pulled up a chair at the table where everyone sat. It seemed he had been forgotten by everyone, at least for the moment.

"Sorry?" Jenz clattered forward onto four legs again, knocking the table and in doing so sending a slight splash of water to its glossy surface. It curled around enticingly.

He laughed. "So, what, while I was flying in, you had a revolution or something?"

Most nations seemed to have an unnatural fondness for the disease of democracy. What a ridiculous nation. Maybe this explained his drunkenness.

"What happened?"

Jenz nodded tersely to Blane as he came in. "Sorted things out with Jera yet?"

Noting Jenz's comment Blane replied with a quick, "I shouldn't argue with her..."

“Au contraire” Damoslav replied, “I agree with Aleksei Ognev, but he is no longer our president.” He took another drink of water, “Democracy finally reached Krendakov last night”

"Aw! So thats why you were out drinking. Wow, you should have seen yourself last night - you were Blasted. If it weren't for me, Jera would have had a little fun wit-... well lets just say you wouldn't have been happy when you woke up."

Tim chuckled. "Yeah, I almost went with Jera, until Bla-... Er, nevermind." He said, stopping in midsentence. He looked around. He might be a bit over-cautious, or whatever, but he wasn't sure what would happen if people knew Blane had pulled a gun on a fellow man.

Damoslav raised his eyebrows at Blane, and then turned back to Jenz.
“Not quite a revolution, it all went rather well…” Damoslav slumped back into the chair, resting.

Tim chuckled. "Yeah, I almost went with Jera, until Bla-... Er, nevermind." He said, stopping in midsentence. He looked around. He might be a bit over-cautious, or whatever, but he wasn't sure what would happen if people knew Blane had pulled a gun on a fellow man.

Blane noticing his name was about to be mention, looked at Tim and gave a look that said, 'I dont care - say what you want'.

Jera had snuck a parabolic mike from her pack and was eavesdropping on the conversation.

Tim shrugged, noticing that the topic was about to move on. His sentences seemed to be considered irrelevant by everyone else.

Mark got off the track and went to find where everyone had gone. he walked down the hallway where he noticed jera was listening to a mic she had pointed at the kitchen "I wonder what's going on in there" he thought to himself.Mark continued into the kitchen where he noticed the guys sitting at the table. he quickly grabbed a chair and sat down. "so, what going on?"

Tim looked over, and noticed the Demonlordian, Mark, next to him. "Well, Jenz and Damoslav were discussing something about politics," he said out the cornor of his mouth.

"i see." mark said, replying to tim. "political debates are always fun."

Jenz glanced up at the newcomer, and nodded. There was an obvious tension between the men from DMG and SkyCapt, and Damoslav seemed to have tired of the inquisition. It was understandable, but at the same time, Jenz wished he'd been a bit more forthcoming: after all, they were in this country now, and out of touch with their intelligence services. They really did need to know. But, no matter. He moved to the men from SkyCapt and Demonlord.

"I don't believe we've been introduced. Major Jenz Klementh, Gruenberger Navy. We were just talking about last night: apparently, we're now in a democracy."

Tim shrugged, hoping Mark was joking. If he wasn't, Tim was about to get very bored, since everyone seemed to be engrossed in the conversation. He then turned to Jenz. "Captain Timothy Donovann, Royal SkyCapt Army, 53rd Company. Although now that the RSA has rebelled, I have no idea wether my unit is still intact." He said with a somewhat depressed undertone.

"Seargent Mark Klein, Demonlordian 2nd Sniper Division" Mark said to the Gruenberg Major. "nice to meet you, although i don't remember seeing you around before now. when did you arrive?"

Jera folded up the para mike and wandered over to join the conversation, "Hi boys." She said in a sultry voice.

Tim looked up at Jera, who had suddenly arrived. "Hey, we were, uh... Just introducing each other, as the Colonel seems to have, er... Fallen silent."

"I just arrived here so, no, you won't have seen me around."

Jenz turned back to the SkyCapt officer. "A rebellion? Wow. I wonder if any of us will be going back to the countries we left."

Jera appeared. She was undoubtedly trying to manipulate them with her feminine charms. Knowing that, however, didn't necessarily reduce the allure.

"Hi again," he gulped.

"Oh and by the way, I don't find political debate any more interesting than you," he grinned at Tim.

"hey there" mark said, noticing that jera had walked in "finally decide to come talk instead of listen?"

Tim chuckled back at Jenz, and sighed. He pondered Jenz's comment, and sighed again. He had been doing that a lot lately.

Blane noticed Jera enter the room and make a quick and yet very suggestive, "Hi, boys." She was always trying to use her femine advantage over the rest of them and although it was very alluring, Blane was attempting to resist.

"Do you ever quit playing games, Jera."

"But what's the fun in not playing games?" She asked with a grin.

"But what's the fun in not playing games?" She asked with a grin.

Blane attempted to keep his cool during the conversation, "There is a time for games and there is a time for seriousness. Maybe its time for you to grow up and cut it out?"

Her whole demenor changed, "I am serious, when I deem it necessary."

Another deep sigh rumbled from the sagging SkyCapt officer.

"Something wrong?"

Jenz had expected special ops men - and women - to be quiet, surly, arrogant. He hadn't expected them all to be so gloomy.

Her whole demenor changed, "I am serious, when I deem it necessary."

"Yeh - well I haven't seen it yet. We were talking about revolutions in these 'boys' countries and you come in and try to start up your feminine manipulation again."

"Revolutions, really, must have missed that." Jera replied

Another deep sigh rumbled from the sagging SkyCapt officer.

"Something wrong?"

Jenz had expected special ops men - and women - to be quiet, surly, arrogant. He hadn't expected them all to be so gloomy.
"Oh, uh, sorry. I'm just... I've got a bit of things to deal with. Maybe I'll tell you later, if you want." He said. His stomach was feeling queasy. "Excuse me," he said, getting up.

Blane looked at Jera and nodded, "My bad, ma'am."

He then noticed the empty seat across from him. Tim had gotten out og his seat and excused himself.

"Hmm, ok."

It was like a hunt. Interesting, tantalising prey kept popping away, and then bolting in faux-shyness at the moment he pressed finger to trigger. That said, he'd hardly been open himself. He heard Blane yapping away at Jera in the background, and did his best to ignore it. He turned to her.

"No, it wasn't a revolution. But the colonel says Krendakov has become a democracy. And we were talking about things happening back at SkyCapt too. But, frankly," he yawned, "It was all getting a little dull."

"Stop calling me Ma'am, call me by my name. It's Jera by the way, in case you've forgotten." Jera said

"If you're feeling off, I've got something that might help." Jera commented to Jenz.

"Stop calling me Ma'am, call me by my name. It's Jera by the way, in case you've forgotten." Jera said

"Sorry - it is a custom in my country."

Tim walked back in, looking a little pale. "Sorry about that..." He began, but then he noticed Jera and Blane were getting a little more edgy. "Um... Pardon me, but... Oh nevermind," he said, sitting down.

Tim walked back in, looking a little pale. "Sorry about that..." He began, but then he noticed Jera and Blane were getting a little more edgy. "Um... Pardon me, but... Oh nevermind," he said, sitting down.

"No go ahead. What were you going to say?"

OOC: I'll post sumthin' in the morning... Oh crap, wrong thread... http://forums.filefront.com/images/smilies/lookaround.gif

"Sorry - it is a custom in my country."
"Well please stop it." She said with a smile.

"Well please stop it." She said with a smile.

"If that is your wish, I will stop, ma'-... Jera."

"Thank you, I appreciate it." Jera replied as she noted he caught himself.

OOC: Hang it all, I'll post something now... Oh well, too late.

IC:
"So... Want to start some excercises... Or something? A game of paintball for instance?" Tim asked, hoping to calm down Blane and Jera.

"Well," said Jenz, rising stiffly from his seat again. "I'm feeling fairly shattered now."

He still hadn't slept since he'd arrived; if there was going to be a shooting contest, or simply just much more bullish competitiveness, his burning eyes and heavy arms needed rest.

"Perhaps tomorrow, we'll have got this competition going."

Tim got up as well. "Well, um, good night... See you later Blane, Jera, Mark." He said, looking into everyones eyes. "Good night Jenz." With that, he left the kitchen.

"Well," said Jenz, rising stiffly from his seat again. "I'm feeling fairly shattered now."

He still hadn't slept since he'd arrived; if there was going to be a shooting contest, or simply just much more bullish competitiveness, his burning eyes and heavy arms needed rest.

"Perhaps tomorrow, we'll have got this competition going."

"Fine, fine. Maybe a couple of us will draw up some plans for the excercises. I think Tim's idea is good as well as my ow-... Jera's."

"That'd be fine with me, how about you guys?" She asked the others.

"i'm up for some exercises" mark replied. "jera's idea sounds fine"

Vijay finished his breakfast and decided to go find the Colonel Damoslav. Vijay tried to get the Colonel's attencion but he ignored him. That was very rude to ignore someone of the same rank.

Since everyone has left and now it is quiet. He got up and lifted his tray and walked to the bin. He placed the trash in the bin and placed the tray on top of the bin.

He walked back to the table and grabbed his hat and placed it on his head. He then walked out of the hall to get some excerise but not too much or it will create stomach problems. On Vijay's list of excerises are walking and some weigh lifting. He bagan walking around the base and starting looking around exploring the surrondings.

"I'll go see about rounding up some of the others." Jera replied

She then left to go find other people to get to join the thing. Seeing someone wandering she hurried over, "Hello there, are you interested in a competition with some of the other participants?" She asked

Vijay was suprised by a woman's voice. He turned aroound and rapidly reconized the face to be Jera.

"Sergeant...When you come to me. You will address me by Colonel or sir." said Vijay. "What is your competition about. You just can't say 'do you want to join our contest' with out describing it. I might join, but I will observe what you competition is about."

"I'm just the messanger, if you want more details, you will have to go to the dining room and talk to the guys there." Jera replied

"Lead the way Sergeant!" replied Vijay.

Blane heard Jera and Vijay talking in the hall - it seemed as if Vijay was chastizing her. At first Blane chuckled to himself and then said in a loud enough voice to be heard, "Is there a problem."

Vijay hear someone's voice. He pause for a second to confirm the voice to be the rowdy cowboy.

"Their is no problem, Major. Sergeant Jera was asking me if I would participate in your so called contest. I that going to be a problem to you." said Vijay.

Vijay hear someone's voice. He pause for a second to confirm the voice to be the rowdy cowboy.

"Their is no problem, Major. Sergeant Jera was asking me if I would participate in your so called contest. I that going to be a problem to you." said Vijay.

"Only if you make it one... or give Sergeant Jera a hard time."

"I'm not trying to give the Sergeant a hard time. I'm just asking her what you guys are doing. If you have a problem with me, say now and out loud."

As Vijay had his back to her, she smirked at him and made a universely rude gesture.

After saying something to the Major. He turned around to face Jera.

"Would you like to lead the way, Sergeant? I would like some company." asked Vijay.

"I thought we already had this conversation - its quite rude to make Jera call you Colonel... maybe you forgot our talk. Should I refresh your memory?"

Vijay just ignored what Blane said and continued walking down the hallway to the dining room. He walked to the dining room because he did not want to create a situation and then Blane would start bragging about is weapons. Vijay wondered how a person so young acheived a rank of Major.

Jera decided to let Vijay lead her to the dining room.

Vijay continued walking while Jera followed behind.

"Walk next to me, Sergeant. No point in following behind." asked Vijay

Vijay turned and faced Blane.
"Major, let's put this situation away and come walk with me."

Blane waited momemtarily and then decided to take him up on his offer, "Why not. No harm in that." Blane stood up and towered above the two of them. He gestured with his hand for him to lead the way and began walking next to Vijay.

"Vijay, call me Jera, calling me by rank is so formal, which is bad for operational unity or effective combat." Jera replied

"Vijay, call me Jera, calling me by rank is so formal, which is bad for operational unity or effective combat." Jera replied

"Same brain wave. I am glad I didn't have to see it though."

"I prefer to call you sergeant. If we know each other good enough, I may call you by your name. I'll just leave it to sergeant." Vijay said to Jera

As all of them walked together. They made it to the dining room in a few minutes.

"Since the only way you'll call me by the method I'd prefere, is if you get to know me, then you will get to know me." Jera said, "So ask away."

Blane cringed at Vijay's statement. He recalled the recent conversation about when Blane called Jera something other than what she wanted. He had said it was a custom from his culture and nation but she still refused the title and instead wanted to be simply called Jera.

"I have no questions right now. If I need company, I'll come to visit your tent and then we may get to know each other."

They had stopped momentarily and Vijay was now between Jera and Blane. As his back was to Blane, he gave a puzzled look and a shrug to Jera. "So... uh..."

"I'm not that easy to get rid of." Jera replied, "I am technically, clinically insane, and we crazy people have been known to do some rather odd things." She said, in what could be viewed as a threat, a warning or simply a statement of fact.

"I'm not that easy to get rid of." Jera replied, "I am technically, clinically insane, and we crazy people have been known to do some rather odd things." She said, in what could be viewed as a threat, a warning or simply a statement of fact.

This piece of information caught Blane off guard and completely blind sided him. "Woh," Blane thought to himself, "Note to self - Jera is Crazy. Remember not to do anything to get her upset."

Vijay's mind just froze when Jera said she is insane. Vijay didn't want to show the emotion of strangeness. He just gave a respectable smile.

"I'll take my chances. I've known people whom were insane, but I will sit with them as if they are normal people."

At the expression on her two companions faces, Jera let out a laught that sounded like silver bells, "Don't worry, I don't bite, well not unless you want me to."

At the expression on her two companions faces, Jera let out a laught that sounded like silver bells, "Don't worry, I don't bite, well not unless you want me to."

Blane was dumbfounded but eventually managed to utter the words... "You... scare... me."

"Well you don't have to worry, I'm only dangerous to mine enemies, never mine friends." Jera commented

"Well you don't have to worry, I'm only dangerous to mine enemies, never mine friends." Jera commented

"So, what exactly qualifies you as... insane - and how can you control it enough so that you are only "insane" to your enemies. Seems unlikely that you would truly be able to choose when your insanity affects you and such."

"Sergeant, I will get you a kukri to help with your craziness in battle."

Vijay pulls out his kukri knife and begins showing it to Blane and Jera.

"Many of my fellow Gorkhas have charged into battle with this knife creating fear in the heart of the enemy. With this knife and your craziness, you can create fear into the enemy. If you give me your home address, I can phone my sword maker to make one and mail it."

"Well I have been diagnosed with mild autism, moderate paranoia and schizophrenia, am slightly hypomanic as well as dysphoria. In additon, I am fall, incompletely, into the anti-social and avoidant classes of personality disorders. I have dissociative identity disorder, and am randomly akathisia." Jera commented, "I think I've got them all listed, but then again, I may or may not suffer memory loss. My home address would be the Darnkel Military Base. They'll know who it's for, just put my name it it. And thank you for the offer."

"Well I have been diagnosed with mild autism, moderate paranoia and schizophrenia, am slightly hypomanic as well as dysphoria. In additon, I am fall, incompletely, into the anti-social and avoidant classes of personality disorders. I have dissociative identity disorder, and am randomly akathisia." Jera commented, "I think I've got them all listed, but then again, I may or may not suffer memory loss. My home address would be the Darnkel Military Base. They'll know who it's for, just put my name it it. And thank you for the offer."

"Well then... that explains a lot," Blane mumbled nervously.

"Oh and you asked why I didn't go around mowing people down just because," Jera said, "The reason involved a borderline legal training method, which is one the reasons I couldn't explain it earlier, and still can't, but it divided my aggressive and combative personalities into fairly easily controlable entities."

ooc: Essentially, each combat based skill, was trained into a certain sub-personality, which could only become active/reached throught a certain code-word that she has to think.
Essentially a form of pavlov conditioning.

"Well you certainly are unique, thats for sure."

"Well you certainly are unique, thats for sure."
"Why thank you, but you shouldn't flatter me so, you'll give me bigheadiness." She said with a grin.

"Ha," a nervous laugh escape from Blane's mouth. "So, do you by chance have your gun on you - I would like to see it."

"Which one?" She asked

"Your main one - pistol I guess."

"Anything that could be used to kill me," Blane muttered under his breath.

"Well, I have both my pistol and my assault rifle on me." Jera said, as she drew the pistol from a holster, that was artfully concealed.

"May I handle them."

"The rifle needs to be assemble." She commented, "Oh and catch." She tossed him the pistol as she began pulling out the parts of a disassembled AR 70/90.
The pistol was unloaded.

With a quick movement of his right hand, he grabbed the pistol. He was relieved to find it lightweight, meaning most likely empty. He pulled out the cartridge to check and indeed it was empty.

"Phew," as he noticed that the rifle also wasn't loaded as it wasn't assembeled. "Thats ok... really you dont have to assemble the rifle."

He tossed the pistol back to her. "Well, at least she can't shoot me if shes goes crazy..."

She returned the components to thier compartments. "Of course I could shot you." She said as in a near blurred motion he heard the click of a magazine locking into place, and was looking down the barrel of a pistol powerful enought to remove his head. In a similar motion, both the pistol and magazine disappeared. "I never carry loaded weapons when not needed. I wouldn't shoot you anyways, I like you."

ooc: likely last post/night

"Woh! Easy now... Put the gun down and everything will be alright."

"Bit slow on the uptake." She commented, "The Storm is back in it's holster. And I was just proving a point, look." She tossed him the magazine, it was completely empty.

ooc: Last post for sure now.

It was official. Jera was totally insane...


ooc: bed

Alexis went for a bite in the caf.It was very quite and no one was in sight.He could here voices comming from the shoting range and decided to check it out.

"Finnally something is goin on."he thought to himself.So he first went to his room and picked up his vest his two p228 9mm,his scilenced Bizon and his Mossberg 500 Tactical shotgun with Ghost Ring sights and proceeded to the target grounds.

He saw the group and asked "Is it to late?" he then noticed a roman soldier "Ahhhh you must be Vijay Dashain the Colonel from the Roman Delta Force...might i say the fame of your unit proceeds you sir...if i may introduce myself Major Alexis Norkovkin,53rd Special Operation and Recon Unit out of Morvonia I just got promoted yesterday and am now incharge of the unit." And shook his hand.

He then turned toward Jera and asked.

"Sooo is it too late?"

Jera grinned at Blane. "Shall we head to the range?" She asked

Mark was walking along when he thought he heard jera and blane having yet another interesting conversation. as he was walking he though he heard the words "insane" and "schizophrenia". "this ought to be good" mark thought to himself as he continued towards the others. when he finally caught up he heard jera ask "shall we head to the range?" in her usual seductive voice. "i'm up for some shooting games" mark commented.

"Well your welcome to join Mark." Jera commented as she saw Mark walk over.

"Well your welcome to join Mark." Jera commented as she saw Mark walk over.

"sure then" mark replied. "when are we starting?"

Donovann ran over, after he had relieved his stomach, which he rarely did. "Hey, so, any plans for the shooting competition... Or whatever?" He asked in a hurried, but somewhat calmed voice.

"Pobably soon...what do you think Jera"

Jenz pulled himself up slowly, and scratched at rheumy eyes with scratchy paws of fist. He had barely slept - an hour or two maybe - and the rest, lying in a damp, twitching fret.

It bothered him. Today, or soon at any rate, they were going to start the contests, the exercises, the games. And they'd be just that: light little dances that didn't really mean anything. Except that in coming here, he had so desperately wanted to prove himself for more than a pen-whafting forgotten son in some desolate corner. And now, he was beginning to realize he really was going to have to prove that: that for all that poor shots and foolish errors wouldn't ultimately matter, they would all judge him on the basis of his every move.

He shrugged off his sheets and began to get dressed. He could hear the distant drip of voices.

"Sure, sounds good." Jera replied

Tim looked around. "Where's Blane? I could've sworn I heard him talking..."

"I think I scared him." Jera grinned

"maybe." Alexis replyed

"Well, he was acting pretty nervous when I told him I'm insane." Jera commented

"Sorry, I am here... Just had to get aw- I mean grab my guns."

"Hmm," coughed Jenz. "Hello again there." He nodded round the room: he'd met everyone now, he thought.

"Have we decided on a plan of action?" He yawned, and brushed his hair from his eyes.

"You're a goofnut Blane." Jera commented with a chuckle.

"You're a goofnut Blane." Jera commented with a chuckle.

"If you say so..."

"So, shall we get started then?" She asked the others.

"Sure, yes," replied Jenz quickly, keen to show his eagerness.

"But...uh...what are we doing?"

"If you wish - what is the first competition?"

"finally!" he cocked his shotgun.

"finally!" he cocked his shotgun.

ooc: who are you

"If you wish - what is the first competition?"
"How about accuracy?" She replied

"If that is what you wish..."

"Suits me."

Jenz sighed with relief, softly. A basic accuracy test would give him long enough to warm up.

"Pistols?" Jera asked

ooc: who are you



WTF why does it say athonasios...it was me Morvonia

WTF why does it say athonasios...it was me Morvonia



OOC: fixed it

"Pistols?" Jera asked



"pistols are great" Alexis replyed

"Fine by me..." wielding his Vipers

"What about the rest of you?" She asked

Even better: he wouldn't have to get accustomed to a new weapon off the bat.

"Absolutely. I only use the one, though."

"Fine by me..." wielding his Vipers



"we will see" pulls out two p228 9mm's

"Who want's to go first?" She asked as she set the target to slide back to 50 meters, a difficult shot for anyone.

It was a long way. He could feel the tingling onset of a full-fledged wobble in his right hand. Nonetheless, Jenz stepped forward.

"Yeah, sure." He attempted a laugh. "After all, I can't keep you waiting every time, can I."

"Then let's get started." Jera said, "Five rounds." She said

"you can do it!"



OOC:i am goin to be gone for the whole day...soo someone can RP me that would be great but please dont do bad later all

"Right."

He squared up to the target - some preferred to shoot very side-on, but he liked a straighter stance - and did his best to hold his shoulders up, and lock his arm. Just straight down. He got a decent enough sight.

He softened for a moment, shaking his torso thoroughly, and raised his muffler pads to dab at a bead of sweat pooling above his eyebrow. Pulling the ear-mufflers on, he resumed his stance. A light draught filtered through, pressing wetly at his face for a moment, and he held himself until it passed.

Finally, he felt calm enough, raised the muzzle an inch, and let his breath squeeze out, until he was steady. He fired.

The bright clang told him enough: it had hit the edge of the target. Shit. He heard a vague titter behind, and for a moment bunched his chest up, trying to stand tall. But he checked himself, and sighed out again.

This time, the shot was better: still appalling, but better. High, and to the left. He brought it down and, this time not allowing a gap to be mocked, fired again. This time, it felt right; the sound was clean, and the strike good. He squeezed off the final two in quick succession.

He pulled off the ear-guards, and wiped his forehead on his sleeve. "Yeah, that was pretty poor," he said. No point lying.

He caught the target from the return war. His final grouping had been good, actually: a neat, tight triangle, the right-hand corner just edging into the central zone. Pity about the first two.

"Who's next?"

"I will be..."

Jera returned the target, made a mark on it, and sent out the second one for Blane. "Begin."

"Jenz, you just got to relax. Its much easier to hit your target when you aren't all uptight..."

Blane waited for Jenz to move out of the way and then stepped up to the range. He holestered the Viper in his left hand and popped the cartridge out out of the one in his right hand. He laid his pistol down in front of him and proceeded to remove all but five bullets from the cratridge.

He tapped the side of his sunglasses which now zoomed in so that he could see the target as if it was mere feet in front of him. "Ah, its ok Jenz, they weren't as bad as you think," he remarked as he loaded his gun again and raised it to firing level. "Nice and easy... just relax... and Fire!" Blane pulled the trigger five times at lightning speed and the bullets went flying at the target.

Blane holestered his gun and then examined, through his sunglasses, where they had hit the target. It was a small cluster of bullets forming a circle with a one inch diameter at the center of the forehead on the target.

Jera repeated the her prior actions, "Next."

Jera repeated the her prior actions, "Next."

"Hold on there," Jenz teased, relieved to have got his side over without showing himself up too much, and equally relieved to see that in the face of such prowess from Blane, he needn't have worried so much at appearing human. "I don't see why we should all have to go before you. Scared?"

"And what would I be scared of?" She asked as she drew, and loaded her Storm in one fluid motion.
She took sight on the target and began counting. On every even count, she pulled the trigger. Being careful to control speed and recoil, what with the challenge of a static target, rather than a moving target, she punched out the X-ring, but never actually touching it with a round.
Her rounds punched a star shape outline around the X-ring.

"And done." She said as she got her target, marked it, de-magged the pistol, and holstered it.

"I will go next."


Alexis stepped up with his pistol in his holster.He observed the target for 1 minute and in rapid movement pulled the pistol out fired 5 and brought the pistol back in...a quick examination found he hit the target.




OOC:sorry i went so fast....i had little time to do this before leaving.

She marked Alexis's target and set up the next one.

Mark stepped up next and examined the target. he then unholstered his Glock17 and quickly pulled the slide continually until all but five shots remained.he set his sights on the target and began firing. after finishing off his last shot he raised his binoculars and examined his shots "3 in the center, 2 outside bull" Mark thought to himself "better than i thought i'd do." he exclaimed as he lowered his binoculars.

Jera repeated the marking of the target sheet for Mark.

OOC: Sorry I'm late... But I guess I'll go next.

IC:
Tim walked up, holding his rifle. "Sorry I'm late, had to go get my rifle... Then find the rounds for it, which somehow dissapeared in my bag."

Tim walked up, holding his rifle. "Sorry I'm late, had to go get my rifle... Then find the rounds for it, which somehow dissapeared in my bag."

"'s ok," nodded Jenz. "But...we were just using pistols, right now. Sorry." He shrugged.

"'s ok," nodded Jenz. "But...we were just using pistols, right now. Sorry." He shrugged.

"True but we will probably be moving to other guns later"

"'s ok," nodded Jenz. "But...we were just using pistols, right now. Sorry." He shrugged.



"He can use mine". Alexis offered.

Tim shook his head. "No, that's all right. I can wait."

"Anyone else going in?" Jera asked

"Guess not..."

"what about rifles next."

"Sure, rifle accuracy, gentlemen, get your assault rifles ready." Jera said as she proceeded to assemble hers.

"what about rifles next."

"Ok," said Jenz. He had been humbled by the others' efforts, but in a strange way felt relieved. No normal person could get a one inch grouping from fifty metres with a pistol. He wasn't in the presence of normal people: as such, his perfectly human failings bugged him less. Still, the desire to do well - and, yes, impress Jera - tinged his fingertips.

"I'll need to go get my new issue from Colonel Damoslav first, though. Feel free to carry one without me."

Blane slung his rifle off his shoulder and was now holding it in his hands, "Well..?"
Jera did understand what he wanted. "Who won?"

Vijay just stood there listening to all the bullshit about the other soldiers' guns. Vijay never brought his gun because he found unnessary to lug it around. If he ever brought it he would already have a bayonet fixed on his XM-8. He only had his kukri because his culture told him to carry it anywhere he went. So now he just stood there listening.

She proceeded to measure/grade the charts, "The winner for the pistol, accuracy competition, is Blane, with Mark as a close second."

Alexis unslung his suppresed Bizon..."What are the rules for this one sargent Jera."As he cocked his weapon.

"Accuracy again, 15 rounds, 450 meter distant." Jera replied as she slid her personal grips onto the butt and over the grip of her rifle.

"ok then who's first?" mark asked as he took his M82 of his back and began adjusting his scope.

"Who wants to go first?" She asked

"i will go"

Jera set the target, "When you're ready."

"Sorry Sargent but if you dont mind i might have to go closer, the bizon's effective range is 200 meter max,is that alright?"

"Since it'll be at max, then we'll set yours at 180." Jera replied, "Same for everyone, 90 percent of effective range."

"Since it'll be at max, then we'll set yours at 180." Jera replied, "Same for everyone, 90 percent of effective range."

"That hardly seems fair, but if you insist..."

"Thank you sarge for being a good sport."


Alexis steped up to the 180 mark and lifted his SMG....he took steady aim and fired one at a time in rapid finger movement and a simple "phit" was heard after each shot."13,14,15" he lowered his bizon and raised his arm to signify he was finished to them 15 meters behind him,Jera then ran forward to check the hits....Alexis fellowed soon behind.

"How so Blane, he has the same percentage differance as the rest of us." Jera replied as she checked and marked the target, before setting a fresh one up. "Next."

"I'll go next. i'm using an M-82 .50 caliber sniper rifle. my max effective range is 1800 meters."

"How so Blane, he has the same percentage differance as the rest of us." Jera replied as she checked and marked the target, before setting a fresh one up. "Next."

"Its not fair because percentage of effective range isn't everything. I could have a rifle that has an effective range of 10 miles, but if I can't see what I am aiming at, its pretty hard to hit what I want. As it stands Alexis is shooting at 180 meters and yet I will be shooting at 630 meters."

"I'll go next. i'm using an M-82 .50 caliber sniper rifle. my max effective range is 1800 meters."

"I didn't think we were using sniper rifles during this... was I wrong?"

"You could always switch rifles." Jera commented "Or we could do all of them at 180."

"You could always switch rifles." Jera commented "Or we could do all of them at 180."

"180 meters would be a sorry joke for both my assault rifle and my sniper rifle. But I don't care, I will do whatever you want..."

"I didn't think we were using sniper rifles during this... was I wrong?"
"No, we're suppose to be using Assault rifles." Jera said, "No sniper rifles, they'll come later."

"But since we started with subbies, let's make this the sub-machine gun round." Jera said

"sorry didn't realize this was only assualt rifles. I didn't bring my M4A1 so i'll sit this out."

"sorry didn't realize this was only assualt rifles. I didn't bring my M4A1 so i'll sit this out."

"Actually I believe we are doing Sub-Machine Guns now. If you don't have one with you, you can borrow one of mine. I have a modified MP5 and an MP9."

"Alright, quick break." Jera said, "Everyone get all the firearms you brought. Now go get them."

"Actually I believe we are doing Sub-Machine Guns now. If you don't have one with you, you can borrow one of mine. I have a modified MP5 and an MP9."
"the MP5 sounds fine. i didn't pack a submachine gun because i prefer ranged weapons." i'll go grab my M4 so we can start this thing" Mark headed back to his room, opened up his back pack and pulled out his M4A1 Carbine and his M1911A1. he quickly ran back to where blane and jera were standing. " i got my stuff." he commented.

"good"

"so who's going first?"

"You guys decide, but remember, Sub-machine guns." Jera said.

"Why not you."

"how about you start off jera?"

"I'm not one for subbies, but if you guys insist." Jera said, "I will."

"When you are ready."

OOC:i'm out for the night guys, see you all later.

"I need to borrow one." Jera commented

ooc: CYA tomorrow DL12

OOC:i am goin to wait for theao's post then i am done here then i got to cheack some stuff and am off for the night.

"Here you can borrow mine." he held out his bizon.