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The Imperial Military college has begun it’s new school year amongst the and there are a number of new foreign students this years, this a fist for the empire since in the past only full citizens could go to the college, but recently the Emperor has become more welcoming to foreigners and him opening the military college to them is a sure sign of this. Yet the people at the college of whom all are nearly pure Norse citizens hold anger for new foreigner students, but there is also a small group welcoming to them.

The first year of foundation classes and training as to provide a strong foundation for them and to determine which military branch they should be assigned to. As well the first year is designed to help determine their strengths and weaknesses. The first year should be the year where they make their friends, rivals, and enemies.

The daily schedule will be for each first year student first semester:
Waking: 5:30 A.M.
Role Call: 5:45 A.M.
Breakfast: 6:00-6:40 A.M.
Military History: 7:00-7:50 A.M.
Weapons Repair: 7:55-8:45 A.M.
Melee Combat Training: 9:00-9:50 A.M.
Free Time: 9:51-10:20 A.M.
Basic Military Formations: 10:30-11:20 A.M.
Marksmanship Training: 11:30 A.M.-12:20 P.M.
Lunch: 12:25-1:00 P.M.
Advanced Battle Strategy: 1:10-2:00 P.M.
Mental Reactions to Battle: 2:10-3:00 P.M.
Battle Effectiveness: 3:10-4:00 P.M.
Free Time: 4:00-4;35 P.M.
Leadership Qualities and Development: 4:45-5:35 P.M.
Physical Development: 5:40-6:40 P.M.
Dinner: 6:45-7:30 P.M.
Free Time: 7:31-9:31
Preparation for Bed: 9:32-10:00 P.M.
Lights Out: 10:01 P.M.

OOC: During free time and walking between classes you are free talk to each other and do what you want, but there are strict punishments for breaking the schedule without consent of a staff member.

Link to the Sign Up Thread:
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=460399

Out front of the main building at the Imperial Military College, a small blue car drove up to the curb. The passenger door swung open and the hulking frame of a six foot, six inch young man appeared as he struggled to emerge from the undersized vehicle. When he finally managed to angle his way out of the car and onto the sidewalk, he turned and closed the door, though with much more force than he had intended as the door slammed closed. He sighed slightly before walking over to the trunk and pulling out his bags which consisted of a large hiking backpack and a pair of large, green duffle bags.

When he finally gathered himself together and proceeded onto the sidewalk, the small blue coupe drove down the drive and away drom the academy. "Well... I guess this is home," Blane said as he surveyed the campus.

The campus was full of people over six feet tall with most of them having blonde hair and light blue eyes. The campus itself was adorned with ancient statues and tall evergreen trees. The students themselves took notice of the newly arrived foreigner student and looked at him with scorn, but just turned their heads when they saw a commanding officer marched down the path to greet the new arrival. The commanding officer greeted Blane by saying,” Welcome, new arrival. I am currently the commanding office of this facility. In turn I have come to give you your room assignment which is quarters B-241.”

Blane looked around at the campus and noted the beautiful trees and marvelous statues that were everywhere. He also noted the other students' looks, though he simply brushed them off. As the officer came walking down the path towards him, Blane dropped his bags and saluted. "Yes, sir!"

The commanding office before he walked away said,” At ease soldier, also do not pay any heed here to the other students even though most of them do not like the aspect that a foreigner non-citizen got accepted to the college. As well most of the students here are members of the ruling race of Valgardian Norse.”

"I will remember that, sir," Blane replied as the officer walked away. I guess we will just have to see how we get a long...

"B-241... where could that be?" Blane asked himself as he began walking down one of the numerous pathes and looked around.

A sign came up indicating that path just to the right would bring him to the B dorm rooms. On the other thought the other students continued to look scornfully at Blane. As well the other students muttered in a strange tongue what seemed to be insults.

bump for responses

Well that is handy. Blane thought as he noticed the sign. He continued to ignore the other students as he followed the path and soon found himself located in front of a large building which he could only assume was the B dorm rooms.

He entered the building and climbed a set of stairs to the second floor. He began walking down the hallway looking for room 241.

On the second floor a attendent greeted him and said," I will carry your lugage from here on forth and as well bring you to your quarters."

"Thats quite alright... no need to trouble you with carrying my bags," Blane said as the attendant greeted him. "Though... helping me find my room would be quite nice."

The attendent responded," Just follow me to your rooms and also here are your keys."

The attendent then handed him a key and turned around and began walking down the hall."

Blane dropped a bag momentarily so that he could take the key. He picked up his bag and walked down the hallway after the attendant. Seems like an interesting place thus far... nothing like home though.

The attendent took Blane down a number of hallways and finally to a signal door and then the attendent opened the door with a master key revealing a fiarly room with a radio, a T.V., a bed, a table, a fridge/freezer, some chairs, a window, and a full bathroom. The attendent said," This will be your room for your first year here. Also to tell you are member of the House of the Crimson Blade."

"Thanks," Blane said as he entered his room and dropped his bags. Crimson Blade sounds cool... wonder what it is used for?

He surveyed his surroundings and the room he had been given. Quite nice... nicer than The Military Academy in the Dominion. He opened his bags and began unpacking his clothing.

ooc: what is the policy on weapons?

A bit later....

A small black sportscar drove up to the front of the school. Late as usual, Cadet Jack Meade twisted his lithe 6'2" frame out of the drivers seat, chucked the keys to his father, who emerged from the passenger side, hugged him, shouldered his bags and walked towards the school. As he passed the long lines of trees and statues he marveled at the architecture of the college. He thought it looked more like a Cathedral to the ancient Gods of War than a school, but oh well.

His blonde hair and blue eyes fit in nicely with the other students milling around the campus, though brown leather bomber jacket over black slacks did stand out quite a bit. Smiling at the stares from the other students, Jack walked towards the front entrance, praying like hell that this new school was better than the Institute in Merki

DMG:
OOC: Swords can be carried around the campus and also guns can be kept in dorm rooms unloaded.

IC: The attendant bowed, but before he left he said," Today is a free day so feel free to explore the campus and meet other students here." Then he bowed and left the room.
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Merki:
The students despite Jack's smile were able to tell be his pace and dress that he was a foreigner. Yet they would treat him better then most other foreigners. To meet the new arrival an attendant was sent to meet him and walked towards and said,” Welcome, Jack to the Imperial Military College. I have been sent to escort you to your quarters here. As well I also will carry your luggage to your room for you.”

OOC: This is Merki. My nation isn't working quite as I thought, so I'm switching nations. This is my new nation, so yeah. I'm still using Jack Meade, if that's okay, but yeah. My new nation sort of has a native american theme to it. We're hoping to gather a strong military as the ethnic traditions of the people are very militaristic (think plains indians of the mid-west), and are very devoted to capitalism and socially libertarian democracy. Jack Meade's bio still applies, but his adopted name, which might come up later is

Sharaa Tumek (Smiling Runner)

Hope this works out! Thanks for letting me into the thread.

IC: Jack appraised the attendant, smiled again, and offered the man his luggage.

"Thought I was going to have to find the Commandant's office all by myself. I'm glad they sent someone. By the looks of things you could wander around this place forever and never know where you were. Thanks for the help. So, how are things done around here? I wouldn't want to stick out too badly. I mean....look at me!"

Jack gestured to all the other blonde, blue-eyed people around him.

"I'm so obviously out of place....."

Noticing the fact that he was the only one talking, Jack grimaced, shut up and followed the attendant up into the building.

The attendant bowed, but before he left he said," Today is a free day so feel free to explore the campus and meet other students here." Then he bowed and left the room.

"I will do that," Blane replied as he continued unpacking. At the bottom of his bag was blade, though he decided it would be best to leave it where it was for now.

After finishing his unpacking, Blane exited the room, locking the door after him, and continued down the hall to go explore.

Walking down the hall behind the attendant, Jack marveled at the plain BIGness of the college's buildings. This wasn't anything like the Confederacy, where everything was undersized and transient, built for mobility and ease of construction in case you had to move.....FAST. Jack sighed, thinking of home.

Through the throng of Scandivan students, Jack sighted a brown haired giant of a guy walking along, recieving even worse looks from the natives than Jack did.

"Hey there! Hey! You with the brown hair! Wait up man! Hey!!"

Blane sighed as he turned and saw a boy with blond hair calling to him. Was this going to be the first face to face insult he recieved there? "What's up?" he said as the boy reached him.

About this time SGT Jack Titan was seen coming down the hall, his silver hair getting him all kinds of looks from the natives. While silver was a common hair color in Fourhearts, it was quite rare anywhere else.

Titan was dressed in black jeans, a leather jacket, with chains and a short sword on his belt. Cold steel eyes walked unflinching at the various looks he was getting.

A few of the girls giggled as he walked past, gaining Titan a very nasty look from thier male escorts. Not that Titan cared one tiny bit about who thought he was cute, who thought he needed a beating. Although, trying to pick a fight with Jack Titan was ill-advised.

He got to his room (242), swung his large blue duffelbag off of his shoulder and went inside.

Jack came up to the guy he just hailed, and stuck out his hand.

"Jack Meade. Confederacy of the Thirteen Tribes. You're obviously not from around here, not with your hair and the looks you're getting. Where're you from?"

Blane just realized that this person wasn't from around here either as he introduced himself. Over Jack's shoulder, Blane saw another person who obviously was around here, judging by his silver hair, though he ignored him for the moment as he saw their rooms were across the hall from each other.

"Blane Barak," he replied as he introduced himself, "From the Dominio-... er... DMG that is. So... you aren't one of them?"

Jack laughed.

"Naw. I'm a newbie here. Same as you. You seen the rooms yet? Cushy? or just a cot against the bunker wall?"

OOC: Scandinvan what's with the House thing? Which house is Jack in, and where's his room? the attendant didn't tell me, and Mr. Titan seems to just have plucked his room number out of thin air. Just some info, if you please.

"Quite nice... at least according to what my last school was like," he replied, "Why don't we go have a look..." he said as he walked past Jack down the hall towards his room.

"Sure. Why not."

Jack turned to follow the taciturn brown-haired guy....Blane, that was it, and almost ran into a silver-haired behemoth.

"Woah, there, buddy. Sorry about that." Smiling apologetically, Jack ran off after Blane, who had reached room 241 and was turning the key in the lock to open the door.

"Have a look see," Blane said as he turned the handle and opened the door. "A lot of amenities were provided like the television," he said as he pointed at it.

"Holy Shit! A TV in a Military School? Damn! I'm impressed! Now all they need is to make these dorms coed....."

Jack laughed and sat down in one of the chairs near the table.

"Sit down, Blane. Stop standing there like a statue. You're making me nervous."

Jack laughed again and leaned back in the chair.

"So, what d'you want to do once we're done here? Infantry? Spec.Ops? Armor? Pilot? Myself, I'd love to get put in an Airborne Regiment. That'd be the life. Enough about me. What did you say you wanted to do?"

He certainly never lacked something to say... Blane noted as he took a seat. "Hm, me? I don't know... probably spec ops," Blane replied though the truth of the matter was that he had already been offered a post in the Dominion Special Operations.

OCC: Yep, I plucked it out mid-air after seeing what rooms the other guys got. If I need to change it I will.


Titan turned to the smiling gentleman behind him. Titan did not exactly apperciate all the comments about his hair. Everywhere he went, "OH MY GOD! Look at your HAIR!" It was annoying. However, after a few initial moments, Titan stuck out his hand and introduced himself to the other guys.

"SGT Jack Titan, Kingdom of Fourhearts. Marine, 2nd Fleet 3/3 Fox Company"

"Wow. Hard Ass! Man I wish Confederacy JMC had Spec Ops worth a shit....well, we GOT it, but it's just glorified ground pounders......" Jack trailed off and he grinned nervously at Blane.

"Don't say much, do you?" he asked.

"Only as much as I need too," Blane replied, "Though don't get me wrong... I am quite opinionated."

Blane looked up to see the sam silver haired man enter into his room. Well this is going to be easy... so far everyone is named Jack he smiled as he thought to himself. "Nice to meet you Jack. I see you are across the hall?"

All of a sudden Jack noticed the guy he ran into earlier standing in the doorway.

"Hey there, man. Sorry about bumping ya earlier. You said something?"

"Wait......You're named Jack?" Cadet Meade looked quizzically at the tall Sergeant from Fourhearts.
"Well, this is a bit redundant, but I'm Jack Meade, from the Thirteen Tribes." He grinned at the newcomer and cocked his head off to the side.

"If we're going to be around each other a lot we better have ways of telling each other apart. Otherwise every mail-call we're gonna get so pissed at each other it ain't even gonna be funny."

[Holy crap I go away for a little bit and this thread has exploded... okay... I'll read it all and put up a post in just a few minutes...]

"Three Jacks? Sounds like a rock band to me. Just call me Titan."

Titan's jacket was more visible now and it appeared now as an airship flight jacket with the Seal of Fourhearts right above the heart. Various silver colored patches covered the jacket. One from the Marines, a 3rd Fleet Patch, and a patch belonging to the Airship Retribution.

Jack eyed "titan's" decorations.

"Wow man. That's quite a bit of fruit salad hanging off your chest. Seen action already? What'd you do?

ooc: What type of airships do you use in Fourhearts? Are they modern and powerful, are they just another name for aircraft (planes), or are they Final Fantasy IX style?
IC:

"Wait... who is the third Jack?" Blane asked as he sat confused.

OCC: Built more like the SkyCat. Not quite FF-style. I was under the impression that there were three Jacks, but if I'm wrong just pretend I said two.

IC: "I've done a little bit of everything. Rifleman, Bradley Gunner, and I was a a squad leader before I left."

(The sword that Titan carries is the NCO Sword of Fourhearts. All Infanty NCO's are regarded as Knights of Fourhearts)

"Oh.........I see!" Jack laughed.

"Titan, this is Blane Barak from....DMG, am I right?"
"Blane, I think Titan thought you were another "Jack". Rather funny, actually, once you think about it......Jack of all trades, masters of none...."

Hunter walked up to the front gate of the academy. His flight was delayed due to an emergency landing at Sniper Country International Airport, and was a bit late for his entrance. He had his duffel bag, which bore the name ADIDAS on the side, in his left hand, and a backpack on his back. He stepped up to the gate, and took a moment to look around. He saw several students clad in their military uniforms, marching and walking to and from what he presumed were their classes. Of course Hunter had never expected to fit in at this place. He wore a pair of Timberland Outdoor Performance running shoes, khaki pants, a t-shirt, and a worn out baseball cap which simply had "SCAF" stitched across the front. Under his shirt he had his knife strapped to his chest, the same knife he bought when he graduated from Basic Training. He'd carried it everywhere, including to bed. He looked around for somebody to direct him where to go.

ooc: I see, I am not familiar with that style but I will look it up.
ooc2: I will be gone for the next 20+ minutes but feel free to RP my character (within reason).

"Right..."

"Quite an impressive resume. I fear you've caught me at a disadvantage, Mr. Titan. It would appear you should be one of our teachers, not merely a student." Jack laughed.

"Come on in. Pull up a chair, unless Blane has any objections......I thought not. So, Titan, what brings an experienced soldier like yourself to this foreign land among naught but students?"

"The Fleet likes to send people to various schools abroad. Expands various horizens and such. Of course, to get promoted to Officer, you have to have a degree. So this works out just fine."

Titan looked at Blane's sword. "Although I could probably teach you a few things about that."

For the first time since arriving, Titan smiled.

OCC: The SkyCat is an actual RL airship. I just took that, made it bigger, added weapons, and left a lot to the imagination. See the Wiki for details. (Although the Command Ships look a lot like the Highwind from FF7)
EDIT: Opps, I put in my main characters name instead of Titan.

Blane coughed and interrupted Jack before he could finish his sentence.

"Although I'm happy to just sit here and talk with you guys, I've got to finish unpacking. Whatsay I meet both of you back here in half an hour?"

Jack uncoiled his lengthy frame from his chair and stood up. "Sure thing, Blane. Catch ya later. I'm feeling like a little excersize myself. You want to go for a little jog, Titan?

Titan nodded. It had been a long flight. "Sure, anytime you're ready"

Jack nodded. "drop off that sword then. You probably don't want it banging against your leg." Let's go.

OOC: Sniper Country, where's your guy right now?

[He's standing at the front gate, waiting on somebody to tell him where to go.]

As Jack and Titan walked out the front door, on their way to their jog, Jack spotted another guy with luggage.

"So you're new here too? I'm Jack Meade, Thirteen Tribes. This is Titan. He's from Fourhearts. Us foreigners got ta stick together, huh?"

Hunter looked around at the voice. He saw two men, both largely taller than himself. The one talking seemed to be the more outgoing, the other more of your distinguished soldier type.

"Uh, yeah, I guess," Hunter replied. "Hunter Mengarelli, Sniper Country. You guys know where the heck I'm supposed be?"

"you'll find your rooms in there. We foreigners seem to be clustered in the 240-B area. Here. We'll take you. You don't mind postponing the run for a few minutes, Titan, do you?"

Jack offered Hunter a handshake, turned, and led him up the stairs into the building.

OOC: I don't mean to make a bad first impression, my guy's just outgoing

"Not at all" replied Titan. "I could use more stretching anyway"

Titan enjoyed running. New recruits had to run 10 miles each morning to get thier lungs capable of breathing at high alititude, and Marines had to run 15. Infantry guys, just for fun, got to run it twice daily.

Meanwhile, Blane had finished his unpacking and made his room to his likings. After he finished, he hopped in the shower briefly before changing into some nice looking clothes.

Hunter followed the other two upstairs.

"Stretching? We got a run tonight or something?" He asked.

Hunter'd been running all his life. Heck, running was Sniper Country's claimed National Sport. Bart Abraham still held the World Record for fastest 1-Mile time, and a newcomer, Jase Morgan, was on his way to breaking the 800-Meter record. Hunter's plans were to join the DB unit as soon as he got back home, and from there go for SOF-D, where each member had to run a sub-four-minute mile.

As they climbed the stairs, Hunter looked around at the lavishness of the building. Not exactly what he was used to, by any means. He noticed this "Titan" guy's jacket with various unit insignias. Titan? Some hot-shot nickname? He thought to himself as they climbed the stairs. He was from the SCAF, and just because he was in a foreign nation, didn't mean he lost his attitude.

OCC: eh, I wouldn't call Titan's outfit lavish. The patches arn't awards, just unit names. Think of a leather bomber jacket. The patches are silver/grey so it goes pretty well with the dark leather. This jacket has defenitly seen some wear and tear though.

[Edited. Sorry, I was thinking of something along the lines of a Class-A Jacket.]

OOC: Sorry I wasn’t posting I was with my family at a dinner party. Also to tell you that each of you has a different room within the dorm area of B#242 and the beds are not cots, they are the size of a twin bed.

IC: Another attendant entered the room carrying with him their uniforms each of them being the color of the house they belonged and a list to the uniforms each will go to:

Blane Barak: Crimson Blade
Cadet Jack Meade: Coral Helm
Jack Titan: Silver Gauntlet
Mitchell "Rusty" Barnes: Indigo Shield

The attendant then said," These uniforms will represent the houses that you belong to. You have been supplied each with twelve full uniforms. During regular attendance days you will be expected to wear these uniforms. The houses themselves compete to gain honor and glory for their house so as to progress it to winning the house trophy for that house. House assignment may shift year to years. Any questions?"

OOC: How is time going to go in this RP? RW=Game time? or delay RW to suit plot? Let's figure something out.

Back in his room Jack turned to the attendant.

"Yeah, I've got a few questions. What's my house like? They known for any qualities in particular, I guess what I mean is what's the distinction between say a Coral Helm and a Crimson Blade? What's the determining factor in the separation? 'Cause if it's just random it wouldn't make much sense..."

Rico Featherson was in a car that belong to the Marines of Canadstien. After a five hour flight on a Transport Carrier he finally made it to the College. The car stopped and Rico got out. He looked around at the College. All of the people had blond hair and blue eyes. Rico was going to stick out like a sore thumb. A officer lead him to his room where he was going to be living in. His room was in the B-240's. Rico saw some others foreigns Rico didn't want to talk with them around now. He closed his door and looked at the schedule. After that he unloaded his stuff and polished his combat knife. Rico was tired so he went to sleep.

[No uniforms for me? Sweet!]

A small Harakian helicopter touched down on the school's helipad (I'm assuming it has one), and out stepped Mitchell Barnes, a bag over his shoulder containing all his personal effects and several changes of clothes. It wasn't a very big bag. He turned and thanked the pilot of the helicopter, having to shout over the whirring of the blades, then turned back and walked off the helipad, slightly crouched to make sure he avoided the rotor blades. Once he was off the helipad the helicopter lifted up again, rotating on the spot a small ways into the air and slowly flying off into the distance. Mitchell stood and watched it go for a second and then turned back and walked down the steps from the helipad.

He was greeted by an attendant who gave him his new uniform and showed him to his room, B#243, which he entered and looked around. It was small and somewhat sparse, but still he put his bag at the foot of the bed and pulled out two photographs: One of his sister, which he placed on the bedside table, and one of his entire family, prior to their descent into chaos, which he placed face-down on the bedside table. He sat on the bed and watched the face-down photograph for a short time, contemplating something, then put his hand out as if to right it.

Instead his hand simply hovered there, then he stood up and, without looking back, walked out the door, shutting it behind him, and almost ran into someone standing in the hallway as he turned around.

"Woh... watch your step," Blane replied as a new guy nearly ran into him; though it was more of a helpful statement than a threat. "Hey... you must be a foreigner new," he said as he eyed him up and down. "Blane," he stook out his hand.

"Hey, I'm Rusty," Mitch responded, taking Blane's hand and shaking it. "Yeah, I'm from Haraki." He looked Blane up and down, but focused more on his reactions to meeting new people than anything else, almost as if sizing him up by his actions. "You?" he asked.

"Me? I am from DMG," he replied. "Was that you being dropped off by helicopter a few minutes ago?" he asked curiously.

"Yeah, that was me," Rusty replied. "Easiest way since I was coming in from an offshore frigate."

He looked around for a second. "Hey, do you know if we're supposed to be doing anything right now, or just settling in?"

Titan introduced himself at this point, "I'm Jack Titan from the Kingdom of Fourhearts."

He kept his inner disgust of helicopters to himself. Airships were the far better craft.

"The attendants said that today is a freeday," Blane replied, "So I think that means classes don't start until tomorrow and today we can just settle it and get used to the place."

Rusty turned to Titan, who had just introduced himself. "I'm Mitch, but call me Rusty. From Haraki," he replied.

He turned back to Blane and nodded. "Thanks. How do we get used to the place, though? This place seems kind of disorienting at first glance."

"Ah, I don't know... doesn't seem that bad to me," Blane replied, "The people here might not be that accepting... but at least the rooms are nice."

"I was more referring to the size of the building," Rusty replied. "It looked fairly large when I first landed, but that could've just been because of the view from the air. How are we supposed to find our classes, or should we just assume someone will show us where they are? I'd hate to be late on the very first day."

"Well, you have a couple of options in my opinion..." Blane replied. "You could ask someone... but judging by their atitude thus far, I am not sure if that would be of much help. You could follow the signs, which I noticed there were enough of. Or you could simply go out looking for the classes now..."

Rico heard the noise of people talking. He was trying to get some sleep and was very annoyed. The voices must of been from the native people. Rico got up and went to the door and opened it. "What the hell are you...Oh you guys are foreigners too. Hi, I'm Rico Featherson of Canadstein who are you guys?"

Rusty nodded at the last one. "That's what I was thinking of, going and finding them now before the morning, so just in case they expect us to get there on our own at least one of us will know. Anyone want to come with me? Odds are it'll benefit all of us whether or not they send somebody."

"Nah... I going to go get some food," Blane replied, "Though if you find anything useful... be sure to tell me before I go to bed." With that he walked off down the hall and out of sight.

ooc: sleep time.

Outside another vehicle pulls to the front. The door opens to reveal a nervous young traveler. He camly walks to the door and rings the bell...
He fidgets nervously as he waits for a response.

Growing impacient, he rings the door bell again.

Rusty looked at the other two for a moment, then shrugged. "Suit yourself," he said, and walked away down the corridor to look for the classrooms needed for morning classes.



OOC: Same here.

Rico didn't bother to speak again the other men looked tired so he went back to sleep.

The traveler looks at his watch and goes to ring the door bell again, but reframes to just sitting on the sidewalk. He pulls out a club sandwhich and begins eating.

Back in his room Jack turned to the attendant.

"Yeah, I've got a few questions. What's my house like? They known for any qualities in particular, I guess what I mean is what's the distinction between say a Coral Helm and a Crimson Blade? What's the determining factor in the separation? 'Cause if it's just random it wouldn't make much sense..."The attendent replied," Your house is a more close knit group based upon trust and inner strength. As well your qualities are that you shall be trained to exhibit inner powers so as to better command troops using personal ablitiy to command them. The seperation in presribed so you meet people of simliar interests."

OOC: Sniper Country your house is Golden Strike. Canadstein your house is the Violet Charge.

OOC: how about me what is my house?

ooc: Draden, we aren't going to come greet you at the door... this isn't a house. It is a major and massive complex and we are at a dorm section. It is also not our place to greet you... that belongs to Scandinvans and he isn't on... so cool it.

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Hunter placed his bags on a small table near the foot of his bed. The rooms sort of reminded him of the SCAF rooming, but only the size. He'd been used to two men sleeping in a room this size, and now that he was alone in one, he decided he'd take advantage of it.

He tossed his uniforms over onto the bed, and stared at them with disdain. Uniforms? We have to wear uniforms? Next thing you know they'll have us marching places. He thought. The SCAF had one of the laxest policies in the world on military atire. For training and whatnot, the troops were allowed to wear whatever they felt. Hunter had been used to going to MOUT sites in the Backwood wearing plaid shorts, t-shirt, baseball cap, and flip-flops. Of course, that's what made the SCAF unique, at least in Hunter's mind. Most militaries placed emphasis on looking good, while the SCAF devoted everything it had to training some of the most capable, efficient killing machines in the world. And Hunter was proud to wear the cap on his head with "SCAF" stitched across it. He had just picked it up from his room on his way to the airport; he needed something to represent the SCAF with. Another thing he'd noticed when he met a few of the other students was their hair. Nice and neat, he thought. His straight, brown hair covered his ears completely, and went to the middle of the back of his neck. They can make me wear this goofy uniform, but they ain't cutting my hair. He also hadn't shaved in nearly a week, although it was starting to bother him.

Golden Strike, Hunter thought again to himself. At least it sounds cool.

Hunter went to the bathroom, and immediately changed clothes into blue running shorts, a white t-shirt, and a pair of ADIDAS running flats. He headed out the door, and downstairs. He'd look around for the track. He refused to ask any of these people where it was. They didn't want him there, and he sure as heck didn't want to be there.

"Thanks."

Jack turned away from the attendant, and decided that damn it all, he was going to get that run in before he went to sleep. He shucked his bomber jacket and slacks and put on a comfy pair of gym shorts and a tee-shirt. Lacing up his track shoes, he walked down the hall, wondering where the gymn was. Oh well. He'd find it sooner or later. He'd run at least six miles every day since he had started high-school, and today was not going to be an exception.

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OOC: You never applied on the sign up thread that us why I have not replied to your posts. Also to answer the question of time in the rp it flows according to how times goes by and not day by day real time.

IC: The attendent finally left the room and on the table he left keys to the people who had not yet recieved the room keys as of yet.

Alison, clad in her black army uniform walked onto the campus of the Imperial Military College, having arrived a few days before so she would be on time. She had packed a small duffle bag with her necessities.

She jogged into the massive complex, and began to search for her new CO to report to...

A sign came up directing Alison to the office of the current commanding officer of the military college. The Valgardian students noticed her, but just thought her from being of the Norse of the southern empire.

Alison found the office within a few more seconds. She opened the door, strode in and dropped her bag, and snapped a salute.

"Sir, Obergrenadier Alison Antje, 1st Division, 3rd Brigade, reporting for duty sir!"

She had thought about knocking, but she valued Punctuality over Politeness.

The commanding officer upon hearing opening the door finished up some paper work and then stood and said," At ease soldier and welcome to the Imperial Military College. You have been sent here to learn from the Scandinvan Empire's greatest soldiers, strategists, and generals. For this you shall be trained as if you were one the empire’s finest. Your room assignment is room A#198 and your house is the Sienna Charge."

"Sir, thank you sir."

She replied. She then waited to be dismissed.

The commanding officer then said," You are dismissed! May the grace of the Emperor be upon you."

She then picked up her bag, and left to find her room.

Rusty finally turned and looked at the door number for the first class, Military History, and assumed he would be able to ask someone in the class where the next one was. He had already found the mess hall, and so made his way back to his room and walked in to find a freshly folded uniform on the bed, marking him as a member of the Indigo Shield house. He picked up the uniform and laid it out properly so he could see how it looked, then sighed and refolded it more messily than it had been before, placing it on the ground again and lying down on his bed, where he stared up at the ceiling for a moment.

Then he sat up and threw his legs over the side of the bed, turning to face the picture of his sister. He reached over and wiped a spot of mud off the frame with his thumb, to get a better look at her face. He just sat there for a moment watching the picture, and then set it down again. He wasn't sure whether to go to bed or not, then eventually decided on a shower before bed.

OOC: When are we going to start our classes?

Rico got up in the middle of the night. He looked inside his closet to see the uniform of the Violet Charge. Rico tried it on, it fit fine. The uniforms looked kind of stupid to him. Going to back to bed he wondered what tommorrow was going to be like.

Alison found her room and emptied the contents of her bag into the locker. She then did her standard 150 push ups before bed. She took off her uniform, and placed it in her locker also, as she did not need it anymore. How ever, she planned on wearing her Iron Cross medal with her new uniform, she needed someway to show her nationality.

As the sun began to set over the horizon, Hunter found the running track. It wasn't too hard; he just looked for the huge stadium. He walked onto the massive track, seemingly Olympic-size to Hunter. Nice, he thought to himself. He walked over to the 1-Mile start point, that curved line on the home side of the track. So many schools had turned to running the 1600m, that the Mile seemed legendary these days. Hunter began to stretch his legs out, breathing in deeply and holding, stretching his lungs at the same time. He relaxed. Sure, he missed his buddies back home, but he was doing this so he could join the Special Forces, where several more of his buddies were right now. Why the SCAF was making him do something like this for eligibility, he didn't know, but he might as well not ask.

Hunter stood on the starting point and looked around. He held his stopwatch directly in front of him. Mark, set, ... Go, he whispered to himself, as he took off in what would seem like, to anybody walking by, a blinding sprint. He'd run his first two miles in nine minutes, then jog two more, then run the last two in 8:30. Speed drills- he loved them.

Canadstein:
OOC: The classes will start this monday real time.

IC: Inside the classroom a professor was organinzig for the beggining of the school year. He noticed the student at his door and signalled for him to come down.
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Sniper Country:
A training officer noticed Hunter's running and taking note sat down on a chair to see just how fast this new student could acuatally run...

Since Rico wasn't getting any sleep soon. He got up put on his uniform and tried to find his classes. After searching he was trying to find his Military History class. Rico was thinking about how this college would be. He was only seventeen and this was his fifth year of college. Rico didn't trust any of the native here. They all gave him bad looks. After an hour of looking he knew his way around the school. Rico went up to a bench and laid down to look up at the moon.

Jack Titan spent the evening in his room practicing his sword techniques. He was quite skilled with a blade as swordplay was the national sport of Fourhearts.

Heartsmen learned many different styles and could fight well with a rapier, katana, and shortsword. Titan had even picked up on the twin-style which used both a katana and a rapier. The form was made famous by King and Prince Drake. It was difficult and somewhat cumbersome, but it made up for it in options and unpredictablity.

Since Rico was getting any sleep soon. He got up put on his uniform and tried to his classes. After searching he was trying to find his Military History class. Rico was thinking about how this college would be. He was only seventeen and this was his fifth year of college. Rico didn't trust any of the native here. They all gave him bad looks. After an hour of looking he knew his way around the school. Rico went up to a bench and laid down to look up at the moon.A group of Valgardian Norse students came up to Rico snearingly and said," My, my if it isn't the foreign student. Come out here by yourself this time of night? Maybe we can give you a hand with something?"

Rico stopped staring at the moon and looked at the natives. "Yes i have come here by myself. The moon is sure beautiful tonight. No it's fine I don't need hand, but thank you for offering help."

Alison decided sleeping wasn't the best way to spend her free time, so she put on her exercise clothes and went back out onto Campus, which she noticed a group of natives talking to what appeared to be another foreigner.

"Greetings."

She stated, walking toward the group.

"Hello, I'm Rico Featherson from Canadstein. Might I ask what your name since you are so beautiful?" Rico looked at the woman. She had blond hair and green eyes. He had never seen anyone like her before.

"Alison Antje, Obergrenadier, 1st division, 3rd Brigade. I'm from Tocrowkia."

She replied.

"It is nice to meet you Alison. You are one of the most beautiful people I have ever met. It is a pleasure to meet you." Rico said as he blushed.

Alison was amused at the fact she wasn't even on campus twenty-four hours, and she was already being hit on. She smiled and replied.

"Same. Why are you here, Rico?"

Blane had finished his business at the mess hall and began wandering the campus. He noted where the buildings were, making a mental note in his head, and then continued to explore the grounds.

"Well since they opened this school to other countries; my president wanted me to go attend it. I was choosen to go because of my brave actions in combat and I also got a medal of honor. Tell me why your here Alison?" Rico said while looking at Alison.

Drenched in sweat from a thoroughly satisfying workout, Jack Meade was meandering across campus, enjoying the cool breeze, when he noticed a group of natives clumped around two foreigners, a male and a female. Not having anything better to do, Jack headed over.

"What the hell. Worst case I get into a fight, and lord knowsTHAT'S never happened to me before. haha" Jack thought.

Nearing the clump, Jack recognized the foreigner laying on the bench. It was that Featherson kid from......Canadstein? Oh yeah. Jack quickened his pace. This could be interesting.

Hunter finished his laps, and, taking a few deep breaths, proceeded to walk back to the dorms, where he would take a shower and get on to bed. As he walked out of the large stadium, however, he noticed a guy walking around, obviously observing his surroundings, and decided that he too was a foreigner. Maybe this one's actually cool, he thought, as he turned from the direction of the dorms to the direction of his counterpart.

"Yo, man, what's up?!" Hunter hollered from about a hundred feet away.

"Hey," Blane replied as they walked closer to each other, "Blane. You?"

"Hunter Mengarelli," he replied, extending his hand. "You from 'round here?"

The SCAF had made Hunter a cocky little son-of-a-gun, but he hadn't totally lost his courtesy his mother taught him in the Backwood.

"Does it look like it?" Blane said as he laughed. He was almost the exact opposite of everyone else at the college; he was six foot six, well over two hundred pounds, and jet black eyes, but what the obvious difference was, was his short brown hair. "Nah... not from around here. I just arrived earlier today from the Dominion of DMG."

"Well since they opened this school to other countries; my president wanted me to go attend it. I was choosen to go because of my brave actions in combat and I also got a medal of honor. Tell me why your here Alison?" Rico said while looking at Alison.

"My CO saw that the school had opened to foreigners, and signed me up to see what Scandinavian was like compared to Tocrowkian training. And I have to tell you, compared to our training, this place seems like a peice of cake compared to our training."

Hunter had to look up a tad to talk with Blane. He didn't look so tall from far away. Hunter was only 5'9", and weighed in at around 175lbs. He was about average for what you'd expect from the SCAF. Hunter's straight face didn't change as Blane laughed. "Got here today from Sniper Country, 19th Airborne."

"Airborne, eh?" Blane remarked. "I had a couple buddies in the airborne squadrons of the Dominion..." he commented as his eyes stared past Hunter, not focusing on anything in particular.

He shook his head momentarily to bring himself back to reality, "Not my cup of tea, if you ask me," he said in response to being in the airborne divisions.

Jack walked up to the two new foreigners, paused, coughed.

*Ahem*

"I hope I'm not intruding on anything?"

"I just noticed you two weren't from around here, and since the locals aren't into giving foreigners the time of day, thought I'd introduce myself. Wait...."

Jack paused and looked at Rico

"You're rooming next to me. B-243? Yeah. I saw you earlier coming in. Jack Meade, Thirteen Tribes. You?"

"Rico Featherson, Canadstein. Yeah, I saw you near my dorm. Yes I'm in dorm B-243. How about you?" Rico looked at this new person Jack Meade.

Rusty had finished his shower long ago, gotten dressed back in his lieutenant's uniform from the CEF (He figured he didn't need to wear the official uniform until tomorrow, when classes formally began) and decided to go for a walk outside to get more accustomed to the climate and surroundings he was in. As he was walking, he noticed a small crowd huddled around a bench, a somewhat even mix of native Norse students and new foreigners, and recognized the towering Blane as one of them. He made his way over and broke his way into the group of people.

"Hey, what's going on?" he asked the group of foreigners. "I'm Rusty Barnes, from Haraki." He turned to Rico. "You're in B-243? I'm right across the hall in 242. I guess they put all the foreign students in one section of the rooms."

"Alison Antje, Tocrowkia."

She greeted to the new comers.

"Nice to meet you Alison," Blane said as he joined the group slightly before Rusty, "I am Blane Barak from DMG."

Rico put his hand out to Blane's hand. "I'm Rico Featherson, Canadstein."

Rusty looked around. The group of foreigners had mostly all introduced themselves and were becoming acquainted, but still the group of natives were standing nearby glaring at them. Rusty broke into the conversation, which mostly consisted of people repeating their names over and over again. "Uh, hate to interrupt, guys, but we still have a bit of a problem," he muttered loud enough that they could hear him, looking pointedly over at the group of native students.

"If they want to fight they better do it now." Rico stared at the natives.

Hunter, who had slowly made his way over to the larger group of "foreign" students, noticed as Rusty walked up to the group. In the usual SCAF style, Hunter, who was still in a very relaxed state, raised to fingers non-chalantly to his cap. "Sup, L-T," he asked, throwing his salute before the officer could barely notice. Hunter glanced over at the native students, and immediately got what the lieutenant was saying. Or at least he thought he did. He glanced back at the officer, who obviously was also a student here. "We need to show these peckerheads what's up, L-T?" He asked, immediately dropping his back and water.

"Uh, yeah," Rusty replied quietly. "I don't think we need to get in a fight or anything, but they're making me uneasy just standing there watching us and talking to themselves, although really we're just doing the same thing. Also, in this place I'm no more an officer than you are, so please just call me Rusty."

He was glad no-one had asked him what branch of the military he was from. As far as he understood, it had been cleared up with the school when they applied, but since the Harakian government was very reluctant to give out any details about his unit, and in one famous incident had issued a gag order against a newspaper that had once printed pictures of them taken by an undercover reporter years back. But he had watched the others exchanging information about units, and figured eventually the ball would roll into his court. He started thinking up technically-plausible lies, and also ways of avoiding telling the truth. For half a moment he considered telling them the truth and then decided aginst it quickly. It was too risky at this point.

"Well they have been bugging me since i came out here to look at the moon." Rico looked back at the moon.

"Gotcha' covered, Russ," Hunter replied. He had always been noted as by many in the SCAF as "that annoying little brother you love to hate." Hunter walked over to the foreign students, and smiled, raising his hand.

"Sup, fella's?" He hollered, in a deep "hillbilly" accent, the same one nearly all in the Confederacy had. Hunter smiled at the foreigners, and almost laughed to himself.

Rusty closed his eyes tightly for a second as Hunter walked over and shouted at the natives, simply imagining the fight that could ensue, then opened them again, unable to draw his eyes away from the impending disaster, the same way one may not be able to draw their eyes away from a fire or an accident. He just stood there, waiting for the natives' response.





OOC: And if Scandinvans was on, we might have even got that response before morning ... Oh well.

One of the natives kids hear what Rico said. One of the older ones came up to him and punched him in the stomach and kicked him. Rico fell to the ground. He tried to get up, but the guy kept on kicking him.

One of the natives kids hear what Rico said. One of the older ones came up to him and punched him in the stomach and kicked him. Rico fell to the ground. He tried to get up, but the guy kept on kicking him.

Jack lept up.

"Hey man! Watch it! Pick on someone who looks like you! Break that sh** up!"

Jack pushed the native away.

"Watch it, buddy. He didn't do anything to you. We don't want trouble, 'kay? I'm sure you don't want this to escalate anywhere. Get that? Understand? Good. Man. I don't want to see anyone get hurt either. Good. Yeah. Okay."

Jack walked the older native off, then came trudging back.

"Well, there's that."

OOC: Canadstein, don't RP the natives. That's Scandinvan's job. also, try to support happenings with what's going on. Why would that guy just have come up and punched you? They're all looking at Hunter, none of them have been clustered near you for a while.

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Alison turned to Jack.

"Lucky you got to him before I did. Tocrowkian Soldiers are taught three to five forms deadly forms of hand-to-hand combat in basic. Had I stopped them, there would have been a few fatalites.

He stormed off back to his dorm. When getting back he thought about revenge. Those bastards would pay with their own blood. Getting back into his bed he thought about ways he would kill them.

Rusty smiled when he heard Allison's comment and nodded. "Yes, I suspect that we could all have subdued them with no problem, but I'm impressed that Jack didn't," he said quietly, trying not to make the situation between Hunter and the other students any worse. He considered saying something about discretion being the better part of valour but decided against it.

"Look, everyone," he said loudly, so all present would hear him, "I think it might be better if we all left this where it is for the time being and went back to our rooms. It's getting late and I'm sure we're all tired. We can resolve this later, and by later I mean tomorrow."

The last part was a bold-faced lie. He wasn't sure any of them were tired, but felt that trying to defuse the situation would benefit all present: Namely, the foreign students wouldn't get in trouble their first ever night from the instructors, something he was sure would not go over well, and there would be no broken bones or, as Allison had put it so succinctly, fatalities on either side.

"I think I am going to take in a little more air while I am out here," Blane commented. He sat down heavily on the bench next to them and stretched.

"Tschuess."

Alison said in her own language, figuring the others would know what it meant. She then jogged off back to her dorm.

OOC: Sorry, about not being on I have been at Christmas parties all day. As well do you mind restarting the battle with the natives?

OOC: Maybe we can have a rematch before we have to go to classes during breakfast?

OOC Not at all. It got a bit hectic there for a while.

IC Jack looked at Rusty. "Thanks. I'm not regular military like you guys, so I did what I could. Hope the gal ain't too pissed off, your buddy Rico either. Here. Lets get out of here while the getting's good. So. You said you wanted to serve where in your country's military? The tribes are building up a Helicopter Rapid Reaction Airborne Division, and I'm hoping for a posting there when I graduate this place, that is if we all get out of here in one piece."

Jack started walking back to the dorm

Rusty walked off talking with Jack as the group broke up and made their way back to their dorms. "So, you're gonna be in airmobile? It can be a good time, but-" he stopped himself there but continued walking. "As for me, I've been working in ..." he wracked his brain for a way to put it, "... special forces for the past two years. Been on deployment a lot more than I thought I would be, as well. I didn't choose to come here, I was assigned and told I would be given regular pay for as long as I was here and would get free room and board anyway, so I had no reason to say no. I figure being a test subject for a foreign program may be a good thing, so what the hell, why not?"

Hunter walked into his room and lied down. Puss little faggots, he thought to himself as he thought about what just happened. He wasn't just angry that the native students blew him off and walked away, but the fact that the others in the "foreign" group didn't join him. Hunter didn't see any comaradarie, nor anyone he'd trust in a fighting position with him in battle in that group of people. He turned over, and as he slowly fell asleep, he decided he'd just muddle by- screw everyone else.

The first offical day of classes for the first years had begun at the school and with it the bells rangs to wake up the students. Everyone was required to dress in their house uniforms and prepare for role call during the 15 minutes before role call.

As the bell rang, Blane was already up and out of bed. He took a quick marine shower along with his normal morning rituals and then threw on his uniform. Nine minutes later he was already standing outside his door and ready for role call.

Alison woke up the second the bell rang, showered, and then dressed in her new uniform(Which had the Tocrowkian Iron Cross on the chest). She then head outside her door for roll call.

A gaint of a man approached both of them and then said," You are quite early so let us find something for you to do. Now drop down and give a hundred push ups."

Easy, Alison thought. Tocrowkian basic called for three hundred and fifty push ups after wake-up.

Alison dropped to the ground and started performing the push ups quite easily.

Hunter sat in the courtyard, and had been for nearly an hour. He silently waited, sipping slowly on a Mt. Dew, as he heard the bell ring. He'd woken up at four, showered, and donned his new uniform, albiet with his SCAF cap still on. His knife was still strapped to his chest under the uniform. He felt awkward in the uniform. The only uniform he'd ever known were the uniforms he wore when he went to the field, and half the time didn't even wear them out there. He watched as lights went on throughout the building- students rushing to get ready for the day. Funny, he thought to himself. He continued to sit and watch, as the sun rose over the horizon. He sipped on his drink again, slouched over the stairs.

Fine... Blane thought though he was not happy about it. He dropped down and began doing his push ups. No big deal... football practice was much harder than this... 100, ha! Blane thought as he continued. A very short time later Blane finished off his push ups and stood up, "98... 99... 100! Sir!"

Rico was already awake with his uniform on and standing outside his door and heard what the man. Said he did his push ups and waited for more orders.

Rico saw Blane do them so fast. He had never seen anyone do them that fast. "Wow Blane you did those so fast. I have never seen anyone do that. Well I guess we can get breakfast."

Alison finished her push ups just a second after Blane, and stood up and snapped back in "attention" mode.

Rico got back into "attention" mode after saying his thoughts.

Rico looked at Alison and started to blush.

Rusty showed up about a minute early for role call, slowly stepping into attention position along with the others, dressed in his house uniform with his USP45 at his waist. He had been abot to arrive early when he had seen the instructor issue pushups to those that had arrived early and decided against it. So he had waited for a bit, and then walked out just in time to arrive on time.

The instructor saw how Blane was looking at Alison and then said," You seem to not how to stand attention. To make sure you can see straight run 10 laps around dorm B now!"

"These people have 'roll call' inside?" Hunter said to himself as he took a final swig of his drink. "They're inside way too much, I'd say." Hunter stood up and opened the door to the dorm, immediately taking in his surroundings. One officer barking orders, a few people standing fully erect, one getting ready to get smoked for being stupid. He immediately took notice of Rusty's pistol, and almost instinctively reached for his knife. He resisted the urge, and adjusted his concentration to the officer. Hunter tossed his bottle into the trash can and slowly made his way over to the others, sliding his hands into his pockets, forgetting he had his SCAF cap still on his head.

"Wha? I wasn't loo-" Blane began to protest before turning and jogging down the hall silently. What a prick... Blane thought as he quickly descended the stairs and exited the building. He began making his way around the dorm building, speeding up each time as he went around.

"Sir I think I was the one who did it. It wasn't Blane who was looking at Alison I was. Give any punishment to me you want sir." Rico stated as he waited for his punishment. He didn't want Blane to get in more trouble for something he did.

Alison spoke up, still in attention mode.

"Sir, I disagree, sir. It's not Rico's fault I am so god damn hot, sir."

"Sir I do think she is rather pretty. I was looking at her because she is so beautiful to me." Rico looked at Alison and blushed, then went back into "attention mode".

Rico really did like Alison. Even though he just met her yesterday he fell in love with her, but he could not tell her that. When he would tell her he would be way to nervous, but still that wasn't a excuse not to stand at attention and get Blane into trouble. He would have his honor and take the punishment.

Hunter found all this oddly amusing. He pulled up a nearby chair, sat down, and leaned back, kicking his feet up against the trash can, and continued to watch the barking and arguing betwixt the others and this officer.

Rusty used the opportunity created by the instructor's attention being diverted to the other two to make good his escape. He had already been counted for role call and so walked away a short distance, finding a wall to lean against. Damn, the others are full of themselves, he thought. Rico seems infatuated with Allison, Allison's very cocky, Hunter's ... well ... He's SCAF ...

As he leaned on the wall he contemplated all this, watching the entertaining display in front of him between the instructor and the two others. Blane was still running his laps, and none of the other foreign students were anywhere to be seen. The building seemed full of bigheaded students, with this group not being mutually exclusive to foreigners or native-born Scandinvans.

The instructor laughed and said," You both talk out of turn and for that you need to be taught a serious lesson about respecting your teachers and superoirs."

The instructor removed his weighted coats and gloves and said,” You have the choice of both of you fighting me at once or face an hour of clean up and twenty points from each of your houses. It is your choice., but be warned I am an Imperial knight and a veteran of seventy battles and four wars.”

'You know this college seems kind of strange why should I really care about losing twenty points to my house. Probably me house will beat me up anyways because I'm a foreigner. I bet the others are probably amusing watching us. Well maybe I should think about this. Wow this guy must be stupid. What is the point of fighting me? For his own glorifiction? I don't really know. What's up with the natives? Why are they so mean to the foreigners. Maybe they are tied to tradition. What is this imperial knight he speaks of? So what your a vetran of seventy battle and four wars. You might have been sitting behind a desk or not even near combat." Rico thought after the instructor talked. After thinking he thought about life and death.

Meanwhile, Blane speedily finished his laps around the building and in no time returned to the second floor of the B dorm. He want back to his spot outside his door and stood to attention. Are they already trying to get on his bad side? Blane thought about Rico and Allison idiotically getting into a fight with the officer. Have they never been to military school before? *sigh*

The instructor noticed that Blance had finished his laps and said,” Good job you respect orders and the chain of command, well. Fifteen points to Crimson Blade.”

Then the instructor approached Rico and responded to his silence,” What is your answer and to tell you losing points make enemies gaining them will really help you make friends amongst the native students here.”

"Sir, I guess I'm going to have to fight you. I really don't want the natives to kill me. So, I have no other choice I will fight you alone" Rico said as the instructor.

"Well, sir, Tocrowkians never take things lying down. I'll fight."

The instructor stretched and then gave the signal for both Alison and Rico to attack him at once.

Rico saw the instructor signal them to attack. The only way they could win is if they worked together. He stared at the instructor while waiting for him to strike first.

It was at this point that Jack Meade sprinted out of his dorm room in full uniform, snapped to attention, staring straight ahead, and shouted,

"Jack Meade reporting for duty, sir! My apologies on being late for rolecall, sir! It will not happen again sir!"

Not seeing an instructor waiting to bawl him out, Jack snuck a glimpse over, saw Alison and Rico going at it with what appeared to be their drill sergeant, did a tremedous double take, and stared at Blane, his face plainly conveying his utter confusion.

Hunter had had enough. Still leaned back in his chair, he rolled his eyes.

"Hey jackass! Yeah, you, sir. We're here at what's supposed to be a school, where we learn and do all sorts of other fundamental bullcrap, not beat the piss out of you. You're wasting your time and ours, and my government ain't wasting money on sending me to this school to watch you go at it with a bunch of students. If you get off on that kind of crap, save it for after lights-out, not now. We could've been done with roll-call a long time ago, and been halfway done with breakfast if you'd do your job instead of try to be 'Cap'n Hardcore Army Boy'. So why don't we just move along and go on with the day instead of pussyfoot around here?!" Hunter yelled at the officer angrily.

Oh my god... that dumbass from sniper country has no control or respect whatsoever... their military must be filled with pathetic twerps. Blane thought as the idiot in question yelled at the officer. Blane barely showed any emotion, though he did look at the officer in a way that said, 'Please let me slam Hunter through the wall.'

'What the hell was that about. This guy needs to be needs to settle down. Well to think about Blane is giving the instructor a look. Maybe Blanes wants to kill him. I don't know?' Rico thought while looking at Hunter, then back at the instructor.

Titan had been walking behind the bunch when he saw it happen. He was apt to walk past when he heard Hunter's outburst. Hell, EVERYONE within 100ft heard the outburst.

Reverting back to his NCO instincts, he quickly ran up to the now crimson officer.

"SIR! SGT JACK TITAN REPORTING SIR!", Titan saluted smartly, "PLEASE FORGIVE MY ASSOCIATE FOR HIS SUDDEN OUTBURST! HE FAILED TO RECIVE THE PROPER TRAINING AND REQUIRES RETRAINING WHICH I WILL BE HAPPY TO PROVIDE THE RECRUIT SIR!"

Titan completed his sentence and then thought about it.

Shit, I'm not a NCO here and he's not my soldier. Hell, he's not even in my own House. Hopefully this doesn't cause me too much trouble.

Truth be told, he really really wished he could smoke the living crap outta that loudmouth.

Rusty's eyes narrowed as Hunter spoke up and shouted at the instructor, and both Blane and Titan tried to act tought as though they would either request permission to beat him, as Titan had done, or promise to do it on their own time, as Balne seemed to have decided. Rusty almost smiled at how eager they seemed to be to make friends with the instructor, who seemed preoccupied fighting the other two. After listening to Titan's speech, acting as if he was in a position of authority, the corners of Rusty's mouth turned up even more as he waited to see just how the instructor would react to five counts of sinubordination in one role call: His disciplinary fighting of Rico and Allison, Hunter's outburst, Jack being late, and Titan being late and subsequently outbursting to request permission to beat another of his classmates, or at least forcefully reeducate him.

It was an interesting situation, to be sure. It seemed as if Blane and he would be the only ones not in trouble following one role call, and Blane had already been forced to run ten laps of the building. Rusty began to wonder if he should just slip away and find some food.

"Receive proper training?" Hunter spoke up again. "Listen, son, I've received some of the best training this world has to offer. So why don't you retrain some of the other prim-and-proper morons you got 'round here instead of trying to suck up like the rest of 'em?" Hunter was fired up enough. Calling somebody older than yourself "son" in Sniper Country was an immediate call to fight. Hunter'd already be swinging fists back home. "I'm sorry I wasn't trained in military etiquite. I was trained to kill and survive in combat. Where I come from you earn respect- even the officers. And so far ain't none of ya'll showed me nothin' to respect, including you," he said, nodding to the instructor. He could see the others already boiling with anger. He didn't know why;he'd just taken the heat off everyone else. Sure, if the instructor allowed it, Hunter'd go up against two, three, four guys right here and now. Heck, he'd probably get beat down into a bloody pulp, but he'd sure as heck make it known that he was trained to be above the best.

Rico looked at Hunter 'Wow it takes much balls to say that in front of everyone.' After the speech Hunter gave Rico found new respect for him.

The instructor temporarily ignored the outburst of one of the students so he could finish the matter at hand as quickly as possible. Then the instructor charged at Rico and Alison, but then a man who looked like a student just came out and stopped the instructor right in his tracks with little effort. Then he said,” Officer you know that you cannot just go around picking fights with soldiers.”

The instructor responded,” Yes, my liege this will not happen again.” Then the instructor bowed and said,” Role call dismissed.”

The mysterious man then went up to Rico and Alison . Then he said to them,” That man has slain countless soldiers and on many occasion slew groups of half a dozen or more with nothing more then his bare hands or with a sword.”

As the man told the rest of the students the other foreign students,” You do not have to fear him anymore. Also do not speak out of turn because next time I will not be able to stop them.”

Hunter didn't really understand what just happened, but he didn't really care, either. He looked each of the other students straight in the eyes, then walked out the door. He was hungry.

OOC: I have a question what is out of turn?

"Yes Sir!" Rico said. Then he went to the where Breakfast was being served. He got some cereal and a orange, then sat down at a table by himself. Typical the natives were starting at him and giving him back looks. He would get his revenge one day, but now he was hungry.

As soon as the officer was finished speaking, Rusty shrugged himself off the wall and made his way down to the mess hall, where he ignored the taunting looks from the native students and made his way down the counter collecting his breakfast. The officer had somehow averted a massive situation which could easily have escalated out of hand, and Rusty was grateful for it. He imagined the others were too, except maybe for Hunter. He had a very fierce spirit, albeit also a very foolhardy one. Either foolhardy or courageous. He was willing to say things and do things no one else in the small group of foreign students was willing to say or do, and Rusty respected him for that. But it was not enough, not yet.

Blane saluted to the man, as he was brought up to do, before turning and leaving the dorm area. He eventually made his way to the cafeteria where he went down the counter and collected a platter of food; Blane had a big appetite (proportional to his size), so he put together three plates before leaving the line. He quickly scanned the area, looking at the different students and where they were sitting before walking swiftly over to where Hunter sat, alone. Putting his overburdened tray down quietly, Blane sat directly across from Hunter and began eating as if everything was normal.

Rusty finished getting his tray of food and noticed the only foreign student in the hall yet was Hunter. Since it seemed common practice, even only on their second day, for the foreigners to stick together, he began to make his way over to Hunter. As he approached, Blane suddenly sat down where he had been about to. Rusty chuckled, sliding in beside Hunter and nodding to Blane. "You stole my spot," he said jokingly.

Then he turned to Hunter. "That was good, up there. A very nice distraction, and quite well-said. Bravo," he said, just before picking up a forkful of scrambled eggs and placing them in his mouth. After chewing for quite some time, he managed to swallow them. They were like rubber. Just as an experiment, he picked up a piece of the remains on his plate and dropped on the table from a short way up.

It bounced. Not very high, but it bounced nonetheless. Rusty laughed and carried on eating.

Blane didn't directly aknowledge Rusty's presence nor did he care for his jokes; he merely continued to eat as Rusty sat down.

However, when Rusty turned to Hunter and congratulated him, that got Blane's attention. He stopped his fork midway to his mouth and looked up from his food for the first time. He stared momentarily at the two as he thought, How pathetic...

Rico saw Blane and Rusty crowd around Hunter. He wasn't going over there. He finished eating his orange. It was still 10 minutes until they had to go to their first class. Being a big group was fine to him, but he wanted to be by his self. What the hell is wrong the natives? I mean they really don't like us. They are not even sitting near us. It least i have the table to my self. Rico set his watch to go off in 10 minutes. Rico was tried since he only got three hours of sleep last night. He went outside and sat on a bench outside.

Hunter nodded as Rusty said his words. However, he didn't look at him directly. Blane had made such a rush to sit down, Hunter took note. He saw as Blane stopped his fork and stared. Hunter simply stared back.

"You know, a real man would say what he had to say and get on with it instead of just stare," he said. "Oh wait, do I have something on my face?" He asked, rubbing his cheek and chin.

Blane had broken off his stare just seconds after he had started it and had gone back to eating. However, Hunter was being the normal cocky dumbass and wanted to coax Blane into getting mad. "You know you can act like the big bad wolf all you want," Blane started, "But it certainly won't earn my fear or respect..." Blane paused momentarily before finishing, "In my eyes... you are the worst kind of a person... a hypocrite."

A fifth year student came to their table, sat down, and said to the,” You all are lucky that he came when he did at role call or something far worse would have happened. By the way you even know who that man was?”

"Kind of rude not to introduce yourself, no?" Blane said as the student came over to their table. In a suprising move, he put down his fork and stuck out his hand, "Blane."

Hunter chuckled to himself. "A hypocrite," he said in a soft, yet deep whisper. "A hypocrite is a person who believes something, and then does the opposite. Probably like you running those laps, huh? Oh, but you're just another dog, trained to take orders and not think on your own. I don't want your respect. I could care less if I had your respect. I stand up for what I believe."

Hunter got his tray and stood up as the local student sat down. He looked Blane in the eyes one more time before putting his tray up and leaving the DFAC.

The fifth year student replied," Sorry, about that. My name in your language is Godfrey." Also you have not answered my question, do you know who that man was anyway?"

"Nope," Blane replied honestly as he watched Hunter leave the table. That was fine with him; he already hated how much of a hypocrite Hunter was. He claimed to be standing up for what he believed in; he rightfully claimed that one has to earn one's respect and yet he thinks he should get the respect of the officers while he does nothing but fills his head with hot air...

Godfrey noticed the actions of Hunter, but he did not give Hunter’s actions any real thought on the matter. Then Godfrey continued with the conversation,” That man was the Emperor and also is the Master of this military college.”

"Ah... well that would have been my guess," Blane replied calmly as he shrugged off Hunter from his thoughts. "Nice guy..."

Hunter didn't think much of Blane's attitude. He was actually impressed by it. Blane didn't take no crap. At least, from Hunter. Where does he get off on calling me a hypocrite, but not himself? Isnt' that... hypocritical? he thought to himself as he casually walked over to one of the many surrounding buildings. He walked in, and looked on several of the doors, finally coming to the one which read "MILITARY HISTORY". He opened the door, and walked to the back of the room, where he took his seat. He glanced at his watch- class would start in roughly ten minutes.

Alison collected a plate of food and sat down by her fellow foreigners.

"Veteran of Seventy battles and four wars. Peh. Everyday of Tocrowkian basic is a battle in it's own right, and every week is a war. It's a hell that goes on for twelve months. Ignorant native pricks..."

She stated, before downing a fork-full of scrambled eggs. She was quite frustrated at the moment. She attempted to take the hit for that kid Rico, but he got involved to, and then she never even got to fight.

Titan, as was his custom, had arrived 15 minutes early. He was sitting towards the front of the classroom. He hadn't spoken much during breakfest. There really wasn't a need to. Hunter was not at the point where he was ready to take advice.
What was most sad to Titan is that if Hunter had simply listened to what the instructor had told him, there would be very little drama. The instructor wasn't being mean, just trying to instill some disipline into a soldier who clearly lacks it.
From what he could tell so far, it appeared that Blane must have had some prior service before coming here. He pretty much had the same reaction he did.

Rico looked at his watch to see it was only five more minutes until the bell rang for the first class. He got off the bench and made his way to Military History. Walking inside the Class he saw Hunter and Titan. Rico didn't even bother to say anything to them. He saw in the first row, so he could clearly see the teacher.

"The Emperor?" Rusty asked, his eyebrows raising. "Why is the Emperor here at all, let alone to do role call for a bunch of foreign students? I'm Rusty, by the way," he said, shaking Godfrey's hand.

Then he checked his watch. "Yeah, I've got to go. See you later," he said, finishing off his last bite of toast and standing up, putting his tray on a stack of them a short ways away and then walking to Military History. As he had already gone and found it last night, he knew exactly where it was, and so it took him little time to get there. Walking in the door was like entering a house of doom. Hunter was sitting at the back, apparently pissed off at Blane. Titan was at the front of the class, keeping his thoughts to himself but with an angry expression on his face. Rico was near him, sitting in the front row. All three were ignoring each other.

Fuck, this isn't the way to run a good team, he thought. If we'd tried this back in Korea we all would've died. I hope we start combat training sometime soon, because I get the feeling that's the only thing that could bring us together by now. After one day we're at each other's throats. This isn't good.

The classroom itself was somewhat small, with a black/white board at the front of the room and a series of chairs and desks throughout. He found a desk on the far right side beside the wall, around the middle of the classroom, and leaned against the wall. The instructor wasn't there yet, with only a few minutes to spare, and so Rusty closed his eyes for a moment, reflecting on the events of the past few days.

Rico was sleeping when he woke up he looked behind him to see Rusty. Rico said still sleeply "Hey Rusty when did you get here?". Rico noticed Rusty his eyes as he yawned. When looking around he saw that the room was starting to full up now. The natives as were staring at him as they usually did.

Blane shook his head in disgust at Alison's comment before standing up to bus his plate. "You are no better..." he said as he left the table shaking his head and put his tray onto the conveyor belt.

Blane left the cafeteria without ever looking back at, and proceeded directly to the first class of the morning. As he opened the door and looked at the clock on the wall, Blane noticed that there was only a little more than a minute before the bell rang. He made his way to the back of the class and sat in the last row of seats, so that he didn't block anyone's view.

He looked at his watch to see that there was one more minute until the bell rang. He got ready for class. Rico saw Blane come in and go to the back row. 'it seems none of us want to sit next to another foreigner. everywhere he came here to learn. now that he thought about it he was the youngest out of all of the foreginers. I wonder how the teacher will be. I guess i will have to find out.' Rico sat and waited until the teacher came.

Hunter looked around. Blane sat down on the last row as well, just one seat between the two. Does this guy think I'm cute or something? he thought to himself before pulling a pen from his pocket.

Military History. Hunter wouldn't get the highest grade in the class, but he wouldn't do horribly either.

Alison finished her breakfast, and hurried to MH class. She wondered just what they would be studying, as there were probably thousands of wars to study, especially considering the voilent nature of the world they all lived in.

Jack, more than slightly worried about the events of the morning, had retreated from the all-too-beligerent foreigners as soon as possible, and had spent a very uneventful breakfast trying to figure out who among the natives was in his house and would be receptive. He filed into Military History class with a bunch of the natives a bit gratified that they didn't treat him as strangely as they did Hunter, Rico, and the rest and settling down in his chair, he relaxed. Hey. It was just school, and history to boot. He'd always done well in history, and he'd taken up studying tactics and military history in his spare time over his last year in high school. He noticed Alison, Hunter, and Blane sitting around the room, but decided not to talk to them.

Too much drama by half. They're all so damn confrontational, like they're trying to prove that they're so much better than everyone else. Well, we'll see. Not something I need to get into though.

He turned and introduced himself to the Scandivanian students around him while he waited for the professor to enter the room.

Rico noticed Jack come in with the natives. Jack seem to get more respect out of the natives then the others. Rico was happy that none of the foreginers were sitting next to him. He was completed surronded by natives. Rico didn't really pay attention toward their bad looks at him.

The professor entered the class from a door near the front of the room one minute before the bell rang. Then he opened a large case near the front of the room revealing a large plate mail suit. As he was finishing putting it one a stand the bell rang. Noticing that the bell had rang he said to the class,” Today we will be disusing the effectiveness of different types of armor. As all of you have noticed this piece of armor tat I have set up front please take note of the different armor types that are already displayed in the room.”

Alison looked around, and took in all the different types of armor. This would be a rather easy test.

Hunter looked around the room. Heh, maybe this won't be that bad a class after all... he thought, looking randomly at various armor pieces displayed.

The professor then asked,” What type of armor would be most effective against a stab from a pike or a spear?”

Quickly a student raised his hand and answered,” Plate mail, by itself, would not be able to stop the stab properly, but as well chain mail you are a risk of it breaking under the initial stab. So the most effective would be a singular piece of armor while wearing chain mail.”

Once the proffesor said about the different types Rico noticed all the different kinds, but he mostly stared the one in front of him.

Jack stared around the room, taking in the different armours hanging from their display racks. He'd never been in a classroom like this before. In fact, he'd never been this close to actual relics like this before. The Confederacy might be rich, but they were a new nation who hadn't had time to acquire such things, and the history of his people didn't include such armor. Wow.

He started scribbling impressions on each different armor type in his notebook. What the armor was made of, what it would be an effective defense against, what it was weakest to, what it protected, etc.

Jack thought about the question, then raised his hand.

"Sir, Scale mail would be best suited to a downward stroke, as the overlapping scales provide protection and blunt the force of the strike, against a braced pike from beneath, however, banded mail is more appropriate, as the bands do not have horizontal gaps as scale mail does."

Titan glanced around the room. Chain mail was primative, but effective for the time period. Also in the room was a kevlar flack vest, a diagram of reactive armor, a nazi helmet from the second world war, and another diagram of naval armor. All very cool stuff.

He figured that last answer sounded correct. He didn't know much about medevil armor.

Now Hunter was bewildered. Who cares about a pike or a spear? he thought as he listened to the others. On second thought, he might not do too well in this class. He was, however, impressed at what his classmates knew. He had to hand it to them, they knew their stuff so far. Hunter could tell you which weapon a bullet was fired from almost instantaneously due to his BS in (Ballistic) Forensics, but as for this stuff, he was as lost as a deaf man at a rock concert.

Jack thought about the question, then raised his hand.

"Sir, Scale mail would be best suited to a downward stroke, as the overlapping scales provide protection and blunt the force of the strike, against a braced pike from beneath, however, banded mail is more appropriate, as the bands do not have horizontal gaps as scale mail does."The professor responded,” Yes what you say is true and correct, but in more ancient times my people used signal pieces of steel that were light yet very strong. That is what my student is referring to. If you look up at the wall above me you will notice an example of a full suit of this. As well underneath the first suit is a full suit of chain mail. None the less Jack you have made a good point and have earned five points towards your house.”

Jack nodded his thanks to the professor and made a note of the extra-strong platemail, then resumed taking notes.

While the professor was giving Jack the points. Rico put down all the stuff he said so far on paper.

The professor then said,” Please, everyone come down to receive your military history book and your weaponry and armor books.”

Being the first one down Rico got his military history book and weaponry and armor books. Sitting back down he looked threw the two books. Rico was going to like this class.

Alison came down, grabbed her books, and hurried back up to the desk.

Blane got up slowly and meandered to the front of the class where he recieved his books for the class. He slowly walked back to his seat and returned to his chair, where he began reading through the textbooks.

Titan smiled. Weapons, his favorite subject.

Hunter got up, got his books, and sat down. Woohoo.

Jack got up, got his books, sat down, and started reading. Interesting. Good quality books. Not much he didn't already know, but good, detailed books.

Blane continued reading through the books at a fast rate. He was lucky to be blessed with the ability to speed read while still getting all the information. Though his real blessing was his eidetic memory that allowed him to memorize the massive amount of information and recall it on command.

The bell rang as all the students were beginning to read their new books. Noticing this the professor said,” Your homework for tonight is to read the first chapter of both of your new books. It is to be done by tomorrow and now you are all dismissed to go to your next class.”

Blane idled for a minute finishing the last couple of pages of the seventh chapter in the first book (as he had already finished reading the sixth chapter of the second textbook). After finishing the chapter and closing the book, Blane got up from his seat and walked casually towards the second class of the day, Weapons Repair.

As he reached the door, he open it and entered, noticing that a few students were already in their seats. As normal he headed to the back and took his seat as to not block anyone's view.

Alison also quickly hurried to the next class, taking a seat in the second row.

Titan felt fairly confident about Weapons Repair class. He'd been doing mantinance on weapons for a few years now. The real secret behind keeping weapons in good working conditions was constant mantinance. This was drilled into thier heads time and time and time again during their basic training. If a weapon was found to be dirty, that meant the person owning the dirty weapon was flogged and the whole platoon had to dig a grave for the poor guy. Then the sloppy soldier would have to refill the whole. The point was that the weapon was your life. Keep it clean, keep it in good condition, keep it working, OR ELSE.

Hunter picked up his books and walked to his next class. "I gotta get a backpack," he mumbled to himself as he walked into the the next class. He walked to the back of the room, taking his seat in the rear far corner. He placed the books on the floor next to him, and glanced across the room.

Hunter marveled to himself, the intelligence of the others around him. He saw Blane speeding through the pages, the quickness Jack had answered the big question in class earlier. Hunter wasn't a genius. He made it through high school with a 2.87 GPA, and graduated the University of Southern Sniper Country with a 2.56. It seemed as if every other nation had sent the best they had. The SCAF just sent somebody. There wasn't really anything special about him. He was just another guy from Sniper Country. Sure, he was in the SCAF, and that set him apart back home, but here, he was probably considered to be about as sharp as a bowling ball.

A man bearing many scars of long gone wars entered the room carrying a large box of tools and guns. Then he began to set all of them up on a large table that was towards the front of the classroom.

Native students began to enter the room in large numbers and took seats as far away as possible from the already present foreign students. Though they didn’t seem to notice Alison as they were still under the impression she was a native from the southern empire.

Hunter watched as the professor put out weapons onto the front table. He noticed as he placed an M4A2 carbine on the table. Hunter sat up. He could tear that sucker down and put it back together in a minute and a half flat.

Rusty had remained quiet during the first class, and made it through the assigned chapters during class time, but barely. Although technically very nearly a high school dropout, he was still a good reader, and could read fairly quickly. Not as quickly as Blane or most of the other students, but still good.

The first class seemed mostly useless, at least in the beginnin stages. Military history had been fun in the past, but not seriously. Sure, he could tell you just why the Greeks had won the Battle of Marathon, but tactics such as that were no longer effective. More importantly, he could tell you why NATo had defeated their opponents in the Korean Wars. Recent military history, overlapping with Tactics, and it would actually be useful. Oh well. Maybe it would improve.

The second class seemed more promising. Weapons Repair. An imprtant skill, for sure, and one that could save any field soldier's life in bad conditions. As he watched who appeared to be the professor setting up the weaponry, he wondered whether or not they were supposed to be joining in. There were a lot of weapons on the table. He noticed both an M4 and a C8, an M16 and a C7. Variety, a good thing.

Absentmindedly, the presence of all the nearby weapons made him reach down and verify that his USP was still in its holster. It was, and he breathe an inward sigh of relief, taking a seat in the second-last row of the class.

As the professor began laying out the weapons on the front table, Blane began recalling images and information on the weapons that he had read and learned about. Though he hadn't used most of the weapons, he was still fairly familiar with their design and handle.

As Rusty walked down the aisle towards his seat, Blane noticed that he was packing heat. Well... I suppose if they don't know, he can't get in trouble, Blane thought as he turned his attention back to the front of the class.

walking in with the rest of the Scandivan students, Jack took one of the few available seats left in the room. Weapons Repair class. Oh joy.

Seeing as how Tocrowkians learned how to repair weapons blindfolded in basic, Alison would have an easy time in this class.

Rico entered the class and sat in the first row. This class was going to be easy for him. Since he had already been in the Marines back in Canadstien he knew how to do Weapons Repair. If your weapon was broken or jammed then you’re screwed and you’re probably died.

The bell rang signaling the start of the class. When it rang immediately all the remaining native students took their seats. The old veteran then said,” Will a voluntary please come up and assemble these basic M-15 parts?”

"Sir I will." Rico got up and went over toward the M-15. Seeing the M-15 parts Rico looked at it for a second. Seeing a couple M-15's before. The Canadstein army went from M-14 to M-16. During his basic training he took the M-14 as his training rifle. It looked the same as an M-14 except for the heavier barrel and stock, a hinged buttplate, a selector switch for fully-automatic fire, and an attached bipod. Then he got to work and in about 1 minute and 25 seconds he was done. "Sir I have completed the objective." Rico gave a salute to the professor. His hand still in place until the professor gave him a salute.