NationStates Jolt Archive

"Heheh," Blane chuckled as he grabbed Hunter's hand and made for his feet. "That will teach the bastard to mess with me..." he smiled.

"Scoring system is a little dumb in my mind," he commented as he glanced around at the group of natives gathered around the screen.

"Never really saw the point of scoring, really. Points don't matter in the Bush," Hunter replied, looking over toward the native students.

"Never really saw the point of scoring, really. Points don't matter in the Bush," Hunter replied, looking over toward the native students.

"Yeh, that was my point," Blane agreed. "What matters is if you hit where you were aiming, not if you hit a 2 or 3 point region..."

"For real, man. I'll shoot old boy in the face and he'll go down just as if I hit him in the kneecap. But you know, this place seems to thrive off competition."

"For real, man. I'll shoot old boy in the face and he'll go down just as if I hit him in the kneecap. But you know, this place seems to thrive off competition."

"Yeh, it all depends on what you are trying to do," Blane agreed with Hunter. "Though sometimes for a place to thrive off of competition is good as it inspires people to work hard and becomes the best..." he said, remembering back to high school.

"It's not that bad to have some friendly competition" Rico walked over near Blane and Hunter.

"I didn't say it was," Blane said brushing off Rico.

"Competition is sometimes what keeps us going like you said. Blane you are very true." Rico looked toward Blane.

Blane ignored him...

Alison wanted to use Rico for target practice right now, but resisted the urge. It'd be a waste of good bullets, anyway.

"What's up next?" he called to the instructor as most of the students had finished firing and were now just standing around and talking.

The bell then rang and then the Instructor said,” You have no homework for tonight and now it is time for you to go lunch.”

"Great! Lunch!" Blane said enthusiastically. "Feels like a year since I last ate," he commented despite having snacked on a couple apples only a short while ago. He headed out of the range and made for the cafeteria...

The native students quickly left for lunch as most of them were exhausted and hungry after all of the training. The on trays that were for lunch ranged from corn beef to a unusual fruit called Mtonimerid.

As Blane reached the lunch hall, he picked up two trays and began sliding them along the food line. As he passed each food he took a plate or bowl of it, soon filling up both trays with stacks of dishes.

He quickly found a table nearby and put them down so as to be able to carry more. Finding the drinks, he grabbed a few bottes of water, a couple rejuvinating drinks (i.e Gatorade), and some other tasty beverages.

Rico got some of the corned beef, corn, mashed potatoes, carrots, and 4 glasses of milk. Rico also grabbed some water. He sat down and ate by himself. While eating he looked around and sat the natives eat. He hoped none of them got near him.

Alison grabbed a variety of meats, steak and corned beef among them; some mashed potatoes and gravy, and a few vegetables and a variety of drinks before sitting down, not paying attention to whom she sat down by.

"Some nice shooting you got," Blane winked as Alison took a seat on the opposite bench from him at the other end of the table. Almost before he got the last word out of his mouth, more food was shoved in...

Rico after finishing his meal he went outside. This night he would put his plan into action. Those damn natives would get their own. He sat down on a bench and a smirk appeared on his face.

"Thanks. You're not half-bad your self."

She replied, before taking a bite of food her self.

Hunter walked in the DFAC, looked around, and almost puked. He turned around, grabbed a Dr. Pepper, and headed outside. It wasn't that the food was bad, Hunter simply wasn't hungry. He only ate one or two meals a day, and apparently today lunch wasn't his eating meal. He walked back outside and sat on the bench aside Rico.

"Sup, man?" Hunter asked as he crossed his leg over the other.

"Thanks. You're not half-bad your self."

She replied, before taking a bite of food her self.

"Eh. I got a little work to do on it," he said between bites, moving from one clean plate to the next.

The native students began to speak in a form of Valgardian that they never taught any foreigners and noly had been learned by non-Valgardians after years of hearing it. Yet, they generally just were talking to each other and eating their lunch.

Finishing off his second plate of food piled high until it was spilling over, Blane washed it down with the last of his drinks and then stood up. Grabbing his tray, Blane bussed it and then grabbed a couple snacks on his way out of the cafeteria.

He realized it was a nice day out still and decided to go for a walk around the campus as he snacked...

A lone native studnet slowly followed Blane as he left the cafeteria and when he got outside he snoke around hoping to aviod Blane's detection.

Blane walked down a path that lead around the building's exterior and continued to observe the calm outdoors.

Everything seemed normal and he didn't give a hint of noticing anything odd as he walked along, snacking on the food he had grabbed.

As he turned a sharp corner on the path, Blane turned and waited for the student to round the corner after him. "Always beware of your surroundings," Blane commented to the startled student as he had unexpectedly come face to face with Blane. "Make sure not to appear in the reflections of the windows when you are trying to stalk someone. Now, why were you following me?" he said sternly.

Rico was keeping to himself for some reason. Hunter, observing the local area, stood, and began to walk around. This place is beautiful... he thought, commenting the campus and its surroundings. He noticed the far-away figure of Blane, which was sort of hard to miss, and another student. "Huh," Hunter said to himself, turning his tongue to the side of his mouth. He shoved his hands into his pockets as he kept a moderate eye on the two, otherwise looking around the campus, taking in the scenery.

Blane walked down a path that lead around the building's exterior and continued to observe the calm outdoors.

Everything seemed normal and he didn't give a hint of noticing anything odd as he walked along, snacking on the food he had grabbed.

As he turned a sharp corner on the path, Blane turned and waited for the student to round the corner after him. "Always beware of your surroundings," Blane commented to the startled student as he had unexpectedly come face to face with Blane. "Make sure not to appear in the reflections of the windows when you are trying to stalk someone. Now, why were you following me?" he said sternly.A small fat student emerged from the bushed and approached Blane. Then the student said,” I was following you because I wish to know why you and so many of the other students are able to fly through all the classes with little effort. While I being a half-Valgardian am surpassed by you, the other foreign students, the pure Valgardian students, and quite a many of the other students.”

"Well, I can't really speak for the other students - and trust me, not all of them are flying through," Blane commented. "But as for me, I am merely a product of my genes, upbringing, and schooling."

"With a little luck mixed in there... having a good memory helps."

The native replied,” You do not understand do you I was born into a noble family of good genes. My mom a wealthy Valgardian noblewoman and my father a Scandinvan Knight of the Imperial Crown. As well they both were very intelligent and physically powerful people which leaves me wonder why I was shortchanged. As for my fellow native students not a single Valgardian has yet to have failed this academy. Also all the pure Valgardian first years made it through the formation training and in class they just zoom on by barely even needing any work to get by. I am the exact opposite of these characteristics and I think I was only accepted due to my parents influence.”

Blane stood staring at the boy for a moment. "Well, I am not quite sure what to say. The world turns in mysterious and unexplainable ways..." he commented.

"If you would like when we have time I could help you with your work and your methods of learning," Blane suggested.

The student bowed in thanks and," Any help you are willing to give me I would be very thankful for."

"No problem," Blane replied. "If you ever have any questions or need some help, just ask me when I am not busy or stop by dorm some time."

The native replied,” Thanks you again, but now I have to make a quick stop in my dorm room to drop off some bocks. See you later.”

"See ya," Blane said as he turned and continued down the path. Nice kid... he thought as he quickly finished off his snacks and drinks and tossed their remains into a nearby trash can. "Wonder how much time is left?" he asked quietly to himself.

As Blane was walking away a bell rang symbolizing the end of Lunch, and for the first year students that meant that Advanced Battle Strategy. Upon hearing the bell as the native students headed off to their classes.

Rico sat in the usual front row. Looking around he wondered what this class was going to be about.

Moments after he finished asking himself the question, the bell rang signaling that he had to get to class. Hurrying over the appropriate room, Blane entered and took his place at the back of the room.

A rugged, scarred, old man entered the room and put down a briefcase. Then he said,” In this class I will expect the utmost discipline and if anyone challenges me or breaks the school’s rule you will be severely punished.”

Hunter sat in the class as the instructor entered. Upon hearing the initial statement from the instructor, Hunter shifted in his seat, smirking to himself. So there's only one rule here? Let me guess... don't make an officer look stupid? he thought to himself as he sat up to hear the day's lesson.

A rugged, scarred, old man entered the room and put down a briefcase. Then he said,” In this class I will expect the utmost discipline and if anyone challenges me or breaks the school’s rule you will be severely punished.”

Aye aye, captain, Blane thought as he rubbed his eyes gently and prepared himself for the class. Advanced, eh...

Examining the class the man then said,” For today we will be taking a quick examination of your skills in commanding units. To judge this we will divide you into the command of individual regiments, each of you commanding and each regiment will have an equal amount of every type of soldiers so that there are no advantages. As for the program we will be using you each of you entered one of the chambers that are right behind this door.”

After saying this a door opened revealing a long dark hallway. Along the hallway were about a hundred doors each of them leading into a room with a 360 degree command seat that immersed the person in the command seat into a battle, with real life graphics.

Hunter walked into his chamber. Whoa, this is actually pretty sweet... he thought to himself. However, he was told he would be currently commanding a "virtual" regiment. That was a Colonel's job, not a Sergeant Second Class. Hunter's rank was just enough to take a unit into combat, much less anything even resembling a regiment. He was one to jump in and fight the battle, not control it. He turned around, poking his head out the door. "Hey, sir?! Are there any, like, virtual rifles or anything in here?"

Blane perked up when he heard what they were going to be doing in the class; commanding a virtual regiment. Awesome... he thought as he worked his way out of his seat and began wandering down the hall to pick a room.

After finding himself a suitable one, he entered and looked around. "Definately... awesome..." he said quietly to himself. "Just like a computer game..."

He stook his head out of the doorframe, "Are we going to be commanding them against each other?"

The trainer responded,” No there are nor virtual weapons for the real players. As well you will be commanding them against each other. You each will start with a position and there you will have to make the best of what you have.”

Rico saw the hall and went down it. Looking around he saw one of the rooms and went inside. He sat in the chair and was ready for this.

The trainer responded,” No there are nor virtual weapons for the real players. As well you will be commanding them against each other. You each will start with a position and there you will have to make the best of what you have.”

"Woo - this is going to be awesome!" Blane said as he slipped back inside of his room.

Just like a computer game... he thought as he waited for the 'game' to start.

On a screen came up the countdown until the game started,” 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0. Start.”

As the map was fully loaded the native students immediately began fighting with their regiments and dozens of battles were occurring in the first few seconds of the game.

Screw that, Hunter thought to himself. As the screen came up, he found himself in his own, digitally animated command post, surrounded by realistic looking officers rustling about. One of the digitals came up to Hunter almost immediately, and asked, "Sir, what do we do?" It was the first time Hunter'd ever been called "sir" and he didn't really appreciate it. However, he realized what this was about and looked down onto a digital map. By the way he looked at it, he had an entire regiment under his command, but so did everybody else on this battlefield.

"Captain, have first and second brigades set up defensive perimeters to the south and southeast. Third and fourth brigades to the north and northwest. Fifth and sixth brigades to the west and southwest. I want all our artillery no farther than one hudnred meters from this CP, pounding the everliving crap out of anybody that approaches our position. I want all armor to the west, ready to deploy to reinforce any of our positions. Get our engineers over to the east - I want so much constantino' wire over there it looks like the gates of Heaven itself were ready for Armageddon. You got that?" Hunter screamed as the rumbling of battle was heard all throughout the small room he was in. I want a weapon, he thought.

Blane's virtual reality had him dropping into the command tent of his regiment. He quickly saw his subordinate officers around him, going about their tasks in the tent. Grabbing his second-in-command, Blane began issuing his orders for his force, "Redeploy those artillery units to the top of the hill... it will increase their range and give us better defensive coverage, despite being farther back than they are now. Get the armored divisions on the flanks and have them ready to move out a second's notice. Move the scout force into the woods and have them ready to do anything I need; that means hunt, spy, run, shoot, and defend. I want the infantry divisions taking cover at the front of our base - snipers and tank hunters laying in wait."

"Yes, sir!" the officer replied as he saluted and began carrying out his orders.

"We are going to let everyone weaken themselves fighting against each other..."

"Hey Private," Hunter called over to one of the realistic looking digital figures standing next to him. The animated soldier turned around, and saluted. Hunter looked at him coldly, trying to remember this was only a digitized battlefield. "If you ever salute me again in a combat zone I'll shoot you myself, son," he hollered as an explosion went off yards away. "Run up to the artillery commander and have him reposition his pieces on that ridge right there. After they're set up, I want that location rocked and rolled," he said, pointing in the direction of a nearby enemy CP. The Private nodded, as he ran off into the screen. Hunter looked around, wishing he could have a rifle.

"What are your orders, sir?" asked an officer as Blane sat pensively.

"Nothing further..." he said, exhaling deeply. "Just maintain a tight perimeter and be ready to move on my command... We are going to let the others fight it out before we move."

"Yes, sir," saluted the officer before he went back to his station.

OOC: Sorry, I forgot about responding on this thread for a while.

IC: Then from all sides four different regiments came charging at Blane from all sides that were charging directly at Blane in the hopes that would be able to utterly destroy his forces in one foul swoop.

As for Hunter a regiment began to emerge from a nearby plain. As they advanced they began to form ranks for a charge. When they were lined up completely a barrage of artillery came raining down on Hunter’s postion.

The sensors began going crazy as they picked up the advancing regiments bearing down on Blane. He didn't need a moment to think about it - they were outnumbered, outgunned, and outflanked; their only advantage was that of a slight hill that they controlled (though the left regiment would be about on the same level) and a fixed defensive line.

He began issuing orders in a moment's notice, "Order everyone to fire one volley; arm all detonation devices, and then sound the retreat. We can't hold this."

The order was sent out and a siren alerted the retreat across the camp. Everyone fired off one volley as ordered and then began retreating; the snipers occasionally firing at officers they saw when as they ran.

"Sir, advancing enemey from the south!" Hunter heard as he turned to the left and looked, seeing the advancing enemy, now seemingly making a run at the lines. "Fire!" Hunter screamed as the brigades to the south began firing away at the advanving enemy. It seemed as if they were dropping like flies. Suddenly, a rocking was heard just a few meters away from Hunter's position, as the surround sound in the chamber indicated. "Sergeant, get ten tanks down to the south to reinforce our position down there. We're holding for now. As soon as the artillery gets set back up, I want them to locate those grid coordinates where they're firing in from, and blow the piss out of them with some counter fire." As the sergeant ran away, Hunter looked around the chamber. He noticed the position several hundred meters away, if not a few thousand, of Blane's regiment. Heh, he's getting pounded. hunter quickly motioned for another NCO to approach. "Sergeant, take two companies from Fifth Brigade and head over to that position right there. I want you to engage the attackers of that position - not the defenders. Attackers only." The sergeant ran off, and soon enough, several dots began moving on the screen in the distance, off to Blane's aid.

"Sir, we have what looks like two companies of soldiers coming from the northwest and engaging our pursuers," an officer informed Blane as his regiment continued its retreat. "They seem to becoming to our aid from one of the other commanders... Hunter."

Maybe if we join together we can hold everyone off, Blane thought as he sat (virtually) in the humvee. "Change course to Hunter's encampment. Begin sending a message inquiring about a possible mutual defense. We might just survive this..."

The regiments charged continually, thought they lost many soldiers, the native students were not about to let this foreigner win this battle. Seeing that the enemy was beginning to move heavy infantry and armored vechiles formed up in the western postion to begin the main attack upon their foes moving postions.

As for Hunter the natives attacking him begin to form a circle around his position, though they were suffering heavy casualties the native commanders kept ordering their troops forward in the hopes of destroying their common enemy.

((OOC: So...where is Alison?))

((OOC: So...where is Alison?))

((OOC: She is probably in her own room with a virtual reality set and controlling her own regiment - good to see you back again.))

As soon as Hunter could turn around, another NCO was standing there, waiting to be recognized.

"What, Sergeant?!" Hunter yelled; it was actually as loud in this room as it would be in real life, or so it seemed.

"Sir, we just received a message from another regiment, asking for a mutual defense!"

Hunter didn't think, much less answer the NCO. "Captain! Get Second, Third, and Fourth Brigades over to that ridge up there and begin setting up a perimeter! We're going to hold this notch for as long as we can, but when they get in, we're going to be falling out and displacing like your mother's second husband, so we're going to need cover like nobody's business!" The Captain nodded, and soon afterward, hordes of troops began running deadspeed toward a ridge to the north of their position. Hunter then turned around back to the NCO, who still stood, patiently.

"Sergeant, you make a reply to that message. Tell them to head to the ridge. That's the only high ground around here. We'll cover them, but we're going to need them in place when we fall out. Get all of our artillery to start pounding on all sides. I want all our armor to go assist that other regiment. Got that? Go!" The NCO turned and began running.

What were the native students doing? These weren't tactics. This was simply a brutal slaughter. Like Pickett's Charge all over again... Hunter thought as the lines were held around him.

"Ok men were moving out into that hill. We are going to some fighting. I want you to get rid of anything that you don't need now." Rico pointed toward the hill and the men moved out. Once arriving at the hill they made it to the top.

"All of you start to build some small bunkers all over the hill. Also every bunker should include one heavy weapon. The artillery should be set up to be able to fire at every direction. So move out men!"

"Sir, we have received a response from the other commander," an officer reported from the back of the humvee. "He is agreeing to a mutual alliance against the attacking forces. He is requesting that we head to the ridge where there is high ground to aid in our defense. They will cover our retreat and are sending their armor divisions, but are going to need us in place and ready to cover their own fall out."

"Alright, reply with our understanding and change our course for the identified ridge," Blane replied. "Send the scout vehicles ahead to secure the ridge and follow that up with the armored divisions. Have positions for the artillery already identified for when they reach it and begin setting up a defensive line. Have the snipers and tankbusters break off and flank to the sides of the retreat - when they find good cover positions have them dig in and begin making the enemy pay for every inch they progress. I want the enemy fearing that at any moment he could be the next one picked off or blown away. I want chaos in their lines...!"

The orders were being carried out and soon the ridge was being secured and set up by Blane's forces. The artillery was taking their positions and began pounding the enemy's advance as the snipers and tankbusters continued their menacing assault from the flanks.

"Sir, Fifth Brigade is reporting heavy losses! Their lines are breaking!" a random shout came across to Hunter as he stood in the small digitized room. Hunter quickly turned around, staring about a thousand meters away at the large ridge Blane was supposed to be taking. Seeing that most everything was in order, Hunter turned around to a fellow captain.

"Captain, tell Fifth Brigade to fall back to the ridge. First and Sixth Brigades are to fall back on this CP and defend it until the Fifth gets to the ridge," Hunter stated in a calm, collected manner.

Soon, Fifth Brigade was seen dashing from their current, demolished positions toward the ridge in the rear. As First and Sixth Brigades began falling back, the enemy began pouring over the left behind defensive positions in an attempt to totally overrun the troops. Hunter yelled at one of the nearby NCOs, "Sergeant, get that other commander's forces on the line! We need artillery support: Six Zero, Two Niner Zero, Alpha Whiskey Four, Sierra Hotel, Fire for effect, NOW!"

Blane's forces were now fully in position and ready for the battle at hand. The artillery was pounding the bull rushing enemy while the foot soldiers and other tracked vehicles began reinforcing Hunter's regiment.

A request came in from a sergeant at Hunter's camp saying that they needed artillery support. Immediately Blane ordered his artillery to change their point of fire to the supplied coordinates.

The native forces began to fight amongst each other over who would lead the continued assault. In result the fragile collation began to collapse almost immediately. As well the assault on the foreign students begin to fail as most of the front line soldiers of native students were being reassigned to fight the ones who had just been there allies.

In fact the battles had already been so bloody that already two of the native students had been defeated and had left he battle simulation. The battles had worn down nearly all the native student’s regiments so much that most of them had worn down to half of the strength that they had started with at the beginning of the battle simulation.

"Send a transmission, sergeant," Blane said to one of the men nearby on their vantage point. "Tell the other commander that it would be best to lick our wounds while the others tear themselves apart - later we can press the attack when we are stronger and they are weaker, though the artillery bombardment we will maintain consistently."

"Aye, sir!" saluted the soldier before hurrying to communicate the message.

As the battle began to die done nearly all the native students had been eliminated in the simulation and as a result only nine of the native students remained with their regiments. These native students now were unified in with one common goal, which was to destroy the foreign students. Though the native students had lost large parts of their regiments they still outnumbered the foreign students by nearly two to one.

Knowing this the native students began to exchange transmissions so that they would be able to coordinate their attacks on the positions of their common foes.

Damn't they are regrouping... thought Blane as his momentary happiness over their apparent victory had disappeared. Where the hell are the others... he wondered, thinking about what Alison and the annoying boy could be doing.

For the last couple of hours Rico's men had made their bunkers and trenchs. They were ready for the battle. Also the artillery was set up and ready to go. All the men were ready for the battle. Looking out toward the battlefield he wondered where the natives were located.

ooc: I have sent a telegram asking Tocrowkia if he wanted to get back involved with the thread. Otherwise I think we should take over Alison's regiment for this little simulation.

OOC: Alright, DMG you can take command of Alsion’s regiment, if you want to because I have been waiting for her to respond before I made my next move.

OOC: Alright, DMG you can take command of Alsion’s regiment, if you want to because I have been waiting for her to respond before I made my next move.

ooc: I just TGed him/her about ten minutes ago, so I will give her a little of time first.

ooc: I just TGed him/her about ten minutes ago, so I will give her a little of time first.OOC: Alright, let us give him/her a about a day more to reply then.

OOC: Alright, let us give him/her a about a day more to reply then.

ooc: Precisly my sentiments. I would think that he/she would be willing to get back involved as a couple pages back he/she asked what the deal was.

OOC: DMG is you want you can take over Alsion’s regiment if you want so that we can get on with this thread.

OOC: DMG is you want you can take over Alsion’s regiment if you want so that we can get on with this thread.

ooc: Oh yeah, I forgot I was going to do that. I will do that ASAP (i.e. when I have time).

OOC: Alright, then you have command of Alsion’s forces until Tocrowkia responds.

OOC: Alright, then you have command of Alsion’s forces until Tocrowkia responds.

ooc: Okay, though he hasn't even responded to my TG, so I doubt he would respond to this.

IC:

"Miss me boys," came a transmission over the radios - it was the distinct voice of Alison. In the distance, the scouts noticed a rapidly advancing regiment from the south. When it was closer it was identified to be Alison's, coming to aid in the defense of Hunter and Blane's stand.

With the arrival of the new regiment the native students began to rethink their strategt because this displaced their numerical advatnage quite a bit. Yet at the front of the lines one native student rallied his reigment and inspired the other natives to begin the main attack.

The first attack began with heavy artillery and mortar fire upon the frontal postions of the foregin students. After the first barrage tanks and sniper fire began to be combined with this. This pattern for now was just to soften up the enemies front lines for the main attack which was about to begin....

((OOC: This is made under the assumption that everyone's regiment has tanks and artillery, not just the natives.))

Alison's artillery units began to target the native tanks as they fired upon Blane and Hunters own regiments, firing around three volleys of shells at them. Alison then split her tanks in half, and advanced them from different directions. Her objective was to crush the natives own MBT's between her own, catching them between the hammer and the anvil.

((OOC: This is made under the assumption that everyone's regiment has tanks and artillery, not just the natives.))

OOC: Your assupmtion is correct.

What are the chances you would show up just after I made a post for you.

OOC: sorry I've been gone so long. the thread has really gotten going! hope noone minds if I jump back in....

IC: After a long day of trying not to attract ANY attention in any of the physical classes, getting his ass beat in combat against some goliath retainer in Formations, and scoring the lowest of any foreign student in Marksmanship, Jack was finally back in an area where he actually knew something.

Standing in his CP in the Cupola of a not-yet demolished church, he had kept his regiment mostly out of the heavy fighting after an initial raid had netted him 160 Humvees from various other regiments. Now with his infantry packed tightly into the HWMMV's, he struck at the flanks of two native regiments trying to overrun his position. Noticing that Alison seemed to have the situation in hand over with Blane and Hunter, Jack concentrated all his attention on the two regiments in front of him.

Turning to his virtual aide, Jack spoke.

"Captain, I want 1st Armored and 4th and 5th Mech. Inf. to divert our friend's attention for a while. Keep em pinned down, harry them, do what you have to. I want Heavy, and I mean HEAVY artillery fire on that tank laager our friends have been so kind to set up in grid 4207 over there, to be followed with skirmish in force with the 3rd Mech. Inf. Send a message to Blane that if he needs me I've got plenty of Armor reserves on his opponent's flank."

Send a message to Blane that if he needs me I've got plenty of Armor reserves on his opponent's flank."

The transmission came in from Jack and his regiment shortly after Alison entered the battle. If you need any help, we have plenty of Armor reserves on your opponent's flank, it said.

"Sergeant, send our reply. Tell them that... hell yeah we need some help," Blane ordered. "We have been in constant battle all day and are wearing thin and becoming weary - a hard and fast flanking attack would be ideal at this moment; either that or from the back and take out the artillery..."

"Alright, Captain" Jack grinned voraciously. "Lets show these stuck up indigs what true intelligence to do. Send to Blane to ask if he has any reserves at all. ANY. I don't care what. Send to 1st and 2nd infantry to press our native friends in front of us as hard as they can. make a lot of noise. all other units, wheel and clean off the front of Blane's regiment. Link up with the left flank of Alison's Armor if you can. I want all the infantry Humvees to circle around and hit the opposing artillery, then see if you can roll up the CP's from the rear. Send to Blane, we're on our way."

"Oh, and Captain?" Jack's grin got even bigger. "I want 1st Armored to break off from their little adventure and head straight for the heart of that native horde. Get them support from 3rd infantry and 4th Mechanized Infantry. Have them clear a path as fast as they can and circle around to join with the Humvees in the rear. I want as much chaos as possible. Bring my Bradley. I'm going with them."

"Oh, and send to that girl....Alison, I think. Ask where her units are. I smell an envelopment."

The native students responded to Alison’s attacks by ordering an artillery and mortar barrage directed at her units positions only. And as well the tanks returned fire onto the front ranks of Alison’s forces and as well machine guns were fired at her forces as well.
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As for Blane the native students only kept an eye him, fearing that he might be able to totally destroy their forces if they were not very careful with the attack they were planning on his forces.
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Then for Jack he was greeted with a nice little barrage of artillery and mortar. Followed by a side dish of machine gun and tank fire.

After firing upon Jack’s ranks the native students’ infantry formed ranks in order to meet any direct attack that would try to break their lines from their side that was facing Jack.

Jack cursed inside his Bradley. "Dammit, Blane, I've been blunted. I'll try again, but if this keeps up I'll have to withdraw. You got any spare humvees? I'm more mobile than you so I'll harass the flanks and nip at em. In the mean while I'm sure we'll think of something."

With the regrouping of the foreign students, the tide of battle seemed to be changing. It appeared that the natives had underestimated the size of the 'foreign military' now that all five regiments were working together. "I say we go for a full envelopment of the regiments between us," Blane commented over the radio. "Blitz them from every side and pound them into surrender..."

"Exactly my thoughts. Alison and myself are already positioned in a neat little box around them, so You, Hunter, and Rico smash them as long as they're busy swatting at us. Alison and I are both mobile, so we'll stay out of trouble. I'm re-allocating my artillery and ground infantry units to your command, I won't need them much right now -- speed's too important."

"We are dug in pretty deep up here," Blane replied to the transmission. "We won't be able to push them back unless we want to risk all of our soldiers' lives. We can, however, keep them bogged down, especially now with the addition of your artillery."

The new artillery had been placed slightly to the side of Blane's current forces in order to bombard them from the west. The defenses were tight for now, but a full out attack was nearly out of question from this side.

"If you can push them towards us with a rear attack, we can cut them down."

Jack sighed in his Humvee.

"Alright, Blane, you got it. If Alison and I make a concerted spearhead, we might be able to drive a wedge into their formations. Unfortunately, they're formed up facing us, and we're heavily outnumbered. With a bit of maneuvering they won't quite know what we're up to until we hit them, but it'll be mighty tough to pull of that kind of deception unless they've got something else to worry about. We're going to need some sort of demonstration....heavy artillery bombardment, infantry skirmishing, armored maneuvering, that sort of thing, on your front. Two Armor regiments can't do much, but if they think YOU'RE coming down off that ridge, we can find a hole and blow through it into their artillery and CP staging area. Once we're there, we're golden. But once again, we need a diversion. You three up to it?"

"I read you," Blane replied to the transmission. "I will have the armored divisions begin maneuvering into a threatening position and the infantry will form up ranks and prepare for an assault. The artillery will maintain their heavy attacks, but other than that... we can't do much.... hold on - I am going to try something."

As the armored divisions of tanks began maneuvering so that they were in a striking position, and the infantry moved into assault formation, Blane concocted another odd distraction. He had five humvees brought to the front and loaded to the brim with explosives. They were then driven far back so that they were behind Blane's regiment. Once there a driver sat in each one and gunned them up to their max speed, right through Blane's regiment and over the hill. Once at the peak of the hill, they tied the gas pedal down and jumped out. The five humvees roared over the hill and flew towards the enemy encampment at incredible speeds... soon they would explode right in the midst of the enemy's formation - wreaking havoc...

from half a mile away, on the other side of the field, Jack heard the roar of the combined artillery and smiled. Trust Blane to get things done right. But then came five booming explosions that lit up the virtual horizon like miniature suns.

"Wha-?" Jack bolted upright and started sweeping the ridgeline with powerful binoculars "Blane, what's going on over there? You alriii....Oh." The realization of what must have happened settled on Jack as his vision alighted on the twisted wreckage of the forward native positions and the secondary explosions ripping through the front lines.

"Blane," Jack laughed, "You're a genius!" Jack turned to his aide sitting beside him. "Get on the horn to Alison. I want every single MBT she has rallying on our 1st Armored. Get 2nd and 3rd Armored over there too. All other units are to spread out and find ANY target of opportunity and blow it sky high. I don't care who it belongs to, if it explodes, light it up like the 4th of July. I DON'T want a general engagement ANYWHERE else but on Blanes' front at the moment."

Jack grabbed the comm and raised the virtual commander of 1st Armored. "As soon as Alison's units arrive, move straight on. Don't stop for prisoners, or even to mop up. Just punch through the lines, roll over the trenches, and keep going. Mechanized Infantry can keep pace behind you if you need support. Blane's buying us some time, now we get to take advantage of it. Now, MOVE!"

"Alright, Blane." Jack laughed. "You can relax, now. The calvalry's on the way. All you have to do now is mop up."

With that, Jack raced off towards 1st Armored, the thrill of battle coursing through his veins

"What the F-CK is going on here!?" Hunter screamed inside his simulator, not to anyone in particular. It was as if all of a sudden the entire world just woke up and decided to get in the fight.

"Blane, I don't know what the frick you got these guys doing, but you've got them playin' 'Run Boy Run' down here!" Hunter hollered in his "redneck" accent. There was a few seconds of silence as Hunter got back on his link. "We've still got several enemy entangled with our guys. We're going over them doing EPW searches and all that crap. We've taken a pretty good lickin' down here, so I'm putting my men on standby and let the rest of our friends take care of whatever's left. We're low on ammo, and got several casualties. I'm loading our casualties up and sending them up your way for better protection. As far as I'm concerned, my boys are done, unless ya'll need them for something."

"Roger that," Blane replied to Hunter's transmission. "Yeah... I got a lot of wounded and dead up here too. The few that are still alive are barely capable at this point and extremely low on ammo... some have none - but we can't let them know that. We are randomly firing off some shots to keep them worried and on their toes..."

"We are transporting the wounded back from the frontlines a few hundred yards... I would recommend moving yours there so we don't have to deal with the transportation," he added.

"Relax, Hunter. We're on our way." Jack tried to soothe Hunter over the comm. "We're all pretty beat up, but Alison and I have some fresh armor units spearheading through the lines right now. I just released whats left of my ground infantry units to Blane...If you're really being pressed that badly, just let him know and he can send you some to stiffen up your front. You've just gotta hold and make as much noise as humanly possible, so Alison and I can push through and break them. I've still got some ammo dumps operating to the south. See if you and Blane can't get a convoy going down there, that should last you guys for a little while, at least."

Then Jack looked out of his Humvee and saw the plumes of dust that marked Alison's armored units coming to the field.

"Alright, boys and girls, it's time to get our rears in gear. If we can't win this fight, I don't know who could, 'cause the cavalry's here!"

With that, the combined armored column raced towards the enemy lines, guns blazing.

The native students formed a wedge as they continued there charge against Blane with the tanks leading the way and firing both their cannons and their machines guns against any enemy they came across. Then the infantry came behind mopping up any surviving enemy soldiers.

As for Hunter the artillery launched a new barrage combined with sniper fire to create a powerful screen of fire to slow the advance down of Hunter’s forces in the hopes of preventing them from joining up with Blane’s force entirely.

OOC: Thats' sorta odd....they were facing me n' alison a little while ago....oh well. I'll be ramming 108mm shells down their back armor this way.

IC: As Jack's column punched through the thin screen of enemy infantry infront of his column, quickly obliterating any semblance of resistance, he quietly wondered where all the rest of them were...

Then a terrible thought hit him, and he ordered the column forward as fast as they could, and to ignore any non-CP targets. He even ordered up the remnants of the Mounted Infantry from the flanks of the enemy position and brought them up to screen the column from infantry assault.

"They must be concentrating in front....dammit!"

As Jack and Alison's tanks hove into view of the massive assault crashing against Blane, Hunter, and Rico's lines, Jack ordered a massive volley of fire down on the rear elements of the native charge, spintering the rear ranks amid a rain of TOW missiles from the APC's, 108mm MBT shells and .50 and .762 machine gun fire.

Even with the newly arriving infantry from Jack, Blane's forces couldn't hold off forever against a full frontal assault. Their elevation gave them a slight tactical advantage, but they were outgunned and quite battle weary.

Soon they were being pushed back, inch by inch. Cover and retreat tactics were being used but eventually they would be overrun. The others needed to storm them... now.

The long line of Jack and Alison's combined armor commands fired another massive volley, and the assault storming Blanes lines was temporarily thrown into confusion as the fire raked their lines. From Jack's lines a single Humvee flying Jack's command pennant raced forward, followed by the entire right wing of the line. As the armor surged up to engage the native assault waves from the rear, the assault wavered, and in places broke entirely as MBT cannon shells and heavy machine gun fire cut through their ranks like a scythe through wheat. Humvees full of infantry roared up, their passengers firing madly through the windows of the vehicle, IFVs discharged their crews and the whole line advanced slowly up the ridge towards the heaviest fighting, bogging down occaisionally as pockets of stubborn resistance cropped up.

However, for the most part, the assault's back was broken, and soon the unified foreign commands linked on the ridgeline, Blanes' bloody but valient infantry along with Jack's battle-scarred and much thinned ranks of armor facing a much chagrinned and quite decimated foe. Jacks' assault from the rear had cut down many of the opposing regiment's CPs, and the native regiments milled about awaiting orders from non-existant commanders.

Just as the troops began pulling back to Blane's position, Hunter heard the more-than-recognizable sound. It sounded as if the Death Angel himself was decending from the sky to rain down fireballs of destruction to his men. Hunter watched helplessly as hundreds of troops were thrown through the air in a horrific scene by incoming artillery. Almost instantaneously, Hunter's troops began to route. Hunter grabbed a nearby captain who hadn't begun running yet.

"Cap, I need one platoon that's good on men and ammo. NOW!" The captain looked around sheepishly, before getting on his radio, spurting several indiscernable words and phrases. Several seconds later, about thirty troops were gathered around Hunter. "You wanna run, you do it now. We've got several pieces of artillery to take out before they kill the rest of us." As Hunter spoke, four of the digital troops began to run; the others stayed. "Let's go."

As the troops began to run toward the enemy howitzers, which were an estimated five hundred meters away, Hunter's booth glowed red, and the message "YOU ARE DEAD" appeared. Apparently, he'd taken a digital shot to the neck.

"What the..." Hunter mumbled under his breath, trying to figure out what just happened.

As the troops began to run toward the enemy howitzers, which were an estimated five hundred meters away, Hunter's booth glowed red, and the message "YOU ARE DEAD" appeared. Apparently, he'd taken a digital shot to the neck.

"What the..." Hunter mumbled under his breath, trying to figure out what just happened.

ooc: lol, nice way to get out of the game - maybe I should do that too...

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OOC: Alright, I have decided that we should move on because this is getting a little too old.

IC: As the battle raged the simulation began to shut down due to the instructor had become satisfied with the performance that had been given by the students who had remained in the simulation so far.

As the doors to the simulations opened the few native students who were still in them got out and began to converse with one another over how they had been able to survive the simulation and to find out why they were not be able to eliminate the foreign students before the simulation had ended.

Then the instructor came out and said,” The failing students have all gotten low passing grades, while those of you who had been able to make it through shall be either giving Perfect or Terrific marks for your great performances in the battle simulation.”

Alison grinned as she surged forward with her armored units. She was riding in an MBT her self, receiving constant updates from the other units. How ever, a rogue artillery shell from her own regiment hit the tank square on the turret, killing Alison and her digital crew. When she arrived back in real life, she cursed the stupid AI, and slammed her fist on the console.

((OOC: Yeah, yeah, a rip off of Sniper Country. But still, the combat was getting pretty confusing, and it was slowing down the RP. The sooner we're done with it, the better I think.))

Alison grinned as she surged forward with her armored units. She was riding in an MBT her self, receiving constant updates from the other units. How ever, a rogue artillery shell from her own regiment hit the tank square on the turret, killing Alison and her digital crew. When she arrived back in real life, she cursed the stupid AI, and slammed her fist on the console.

((OOC: Yeah, yeah, a rip off of Sniper Country. But still, the combat was getting pretty confusing, and it was slowing down the RP. The sooner we're done with it, the better I think.))OOC: Sorry, about that I just ended the scenario, but in compensation you will receive a perfect grade in exchange.

"I can handle that," Blane said as he emerged form his simulation room and heard what the instructor said about those who had made it to the end. In fact, he was slightly happy that the simulation had ended as it most likely wouldn't have been long before Blane's forces were overrun, even if Jack's forces were wreaking havoc on the native students.

"Good job in there," he commented casually to some of the foreign students like Alison, Jack, and Hunter. "Woo... that was fun."

The instructor then said,” Due, to the sheer pressure of this battle and it realness this class has also supplied your Mental Reactions to Battle class for the day. So for now you have all earned thirty five minute of free time for yourselves.”

"Yeah, it was. Not something I'd want to do everyday though..."

Alison commented. She slumped against a wall slightly. The sim has worn her out, maybe not physically, but mentally. She was also disappointed when she remembered the next "Free Time" was a few hours away.

"I know what you mean. Quite stressing and trying on the body and mind," Blane replied to Alison.

His head perked up and his demeanor changed as he heard the words "Free Time."

"What to do with ourselves!" Blane stated as he became instantly elated.

ooc: Sleep

OOC: Just a little good news the native students will nor bother any during free time due to there being a tighter lock down ever since the last fight.

IC: The native students all began to leave the room as they all wanted to take a little break from the hard demands of class work.

((OOC: According to your list on page one, there are at least two classes before the next free time.))

OOC: Actually. That simulation provided two classes and as well the thirty five minutes came from the time left from the other class due to it being done early.

OOC: Actually. That simulation provided two classes and as well the thirty five minutes came from the time left from the other class due to it being done early.

((OOC: Um...what?))

Rico walked out. It seemed the other foreigners got most of the attack. He had recieved no damage. Rico walked back to his dorm room to get some sleep.

((OOC: Um...what?))

OOC: The simulation took up both periods, Advanced Battle Strategy: 1:10-2:00 P.M. and Mental Reactions to Battle: 2:10-3:00 P.M. However, it ended before the end of the Mental Reactions 'class' and so the time they had left was given to them as free time. (Just think about it as getting out of class early)

((OOC: So Scan, what is there in the way of entertainment at the college? You never told us/me.))

"You guys want to go do something?" Blane asked casually to the other foreign kids: Hunter, Alison, and Jack.

"Normally this would be a pretty good time to take a short nap... but my blood is pumping and the adrenaline is coursing through my veins - I don't think I would ever fall asleep..."

((OOC: So Scan, what is there in the way of entertainment at the college? You never told us/me.))

ooc: Good question.

OOC: Well, let me think the college has computers, rugby, television, the internet, both types of football, hockey, basketball, fishing, hunting, firing ranges, paint balling, sailing, board games, and a number of other things.

"Yeah."

Alison replied to his question.

"Let me go change real quick, though."

She continued, walking out of the classroom and toward her dorm. A lot of the things at the college seemed appealing, especially the paintball and basketball. She figured she would just tag along with the others when she got back.

"No problem," Blane replied as he took his jacket off a hook by the door and through it over his shirt. It was a nice day out, but warm, it was not. Certainly not enough that he wouldn't need a jacket.

He leaned heavily against a table as he waited for Alison's return and the others' responses.

"No problem," Blane replied as he took of his jacketOOC: You may want to be careful in the winter because it gets well a few dozen degrees below Celsius quite often.

OOC: You may want to be careful in the winter because it gets well a few dozen degrees below Celsius quite often.

OOC: Oops... will edit.

Alison returned a few minutes later, wearing a new, clean set of clothes and a heavy jacket which was only half-zipped.

"So, what are we gonna do?"

She asked as she stepped into the room.

"Well, we only have about thirty minutes now," Blane replied as Alison appeared in the doorway. "So nothing that will take too long... or take too long to get started."

"I don't know really..." he said as he thought. "Perhaps we could play a game of some type, be it physical or simple..." he suggested.

"Yeah, great idea. That only leaves us with...what? About one thousand options?"

Alison replied, sarcastically of course.

"Yeah, great idea. That only leaves us with...what? About one thousand options?"

Alison replied, sarcastically of course.

"Ehh... yeah," Blane admitted. "Well lets try to narrow it down."

"Physical or non (i.e. word games, board games, etc.)?"

"Eh, Physical I guess. I hate board games."

She replied.

On the way to his dorm Rico stopped on the way there. He could get some sleep later. Remebering what he could do for fun he remebered sailing. That might seem fun even though it would be with natives. He had nothing against them, but they had something against him. Going down to the docks he went up to the person who looked to be in charge.

"So I'm new and I wanted to know how I started to sail?"

"Eh, Physical I guess. I hate board games."

She replied.

"Okay... that helps," Blane replied. "Now lets continue to narrow it down within physical activities."

"There is the mundane and often boring 'working out' so lets just discredit that now," he remarked. "Now should it be a sport, fight, or strategic (e.g. paintball)."

Alison went over the options quickly, and then replied.

"Well, everyone here's alot bigger then me, so I'd probably go down pretty fast if it was a fight or any kind of contact sport...so I'd prefer something strategic."

"Hmm... well there aren't that many strategic games I can think of," Blane replied as he listened to her answer. "The first couple that come to mind are paintball and capture the flag..."

"Any suggestions?"

"A combination of the two."

She replied instantly.

On the way to his dorm Rico stopped on the way there. He could get some sleep later. Remebering what he could do for fun he remebered sailing. That might seem fun even though it would be with natives. He had nothing against them, but they had something against him. Going down to the docks he went up to the person who looked to be in charge.

"So I'm new and I wanted to know how I started to sail?"The dock master replied to Rico,” You may start saying right now if you wish because you are a student and you have all the proper paper work filled out when you were enrolled in this school. All I need to know is if you want to go by yourself on a small boat or with other students on a larger boat.”

"Sir I would like to be on a larger boat with some of the students." Rico replied to the dock master. He looked directly at him

The dock master responded,” If you wish, there is a boat numbered E-32 on your right that is preparing to go out on the lake with seven students, but they still need one more so hurry before someone else gets there before you.”

Hunter had wandered off toward the school's local Archives. He'd heard rumors as he was preparing to leave for the school of a small number of Scandinvan spies or special forces, or some type of force that had played a small role in the Royal Palms Conflict nearly fifteen years ago. There probably wouldn't be much, but Hunter figured he'd give it a try at any rate. There may be no vailidity to the claims at any rate.

Hunter walked into the huge Archives building, and immediately addressed the first attendant he met, who looked very much like a civilian. "'Scuse me, ma'am, I'm looking for declassified military records. Can you help me at all?"

"Thank you, sir" Rico gave a salute then ran off. Running down the dock he found boat E-32. Getting aboard he looked saw the students. He faced one and started to talk. "So do you have any idea where we are going?"

OOC: DMG and Tocrowkia the rules for battle playing will be standard, but you need me to explain them I will.

IC: The native students responded to Rico,” Well, we are going just for a quite lap around the lake then we are coming, but still the lap should take at least twenty minutes even if we are going top speed the entire way.”
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The attendant replied to Hunter,” We do not have any books or files on that were printed due to security purposes. But, on the computers over there are quite a few documents on declassified military records, yet you will have to use the password issued to you by the school.”

OOC: Sniper Country, you do not have to actually give, just put ****** if you want to put in your password in or your next response.

To Rico this seemed fine. Acutally kind of fun. Talking to the same student again. "Thank you and who might you be. I'm Rico Featherson." Rico put his hand out.

"A combination of the two."

She replied instantly.

"Fine with me..." Blane said. "Capture the Flag paintball..."

"Come on, lets go... we don't have that much time," he commented as he opened the door and held it for her.

Alison walked out through the door quickly and toward the paintballing field, figuring Blane would follow after her.

After Alison left through the door, Blane followed quickly after her and in no time was walking next to her.

Soon they arrived at the paintball arena as they walked up to the man in charge. "Hello, sir," Blane greeted. "We are interested in playing a CTF paintball match."

The attendant replied,” Alright then, but sadly you will have to play by yourself due to most of the other students are not playing and are engaged in their own affairs.

Yet, this leaves courses from urban, forest, plain, and castle arenas all open for you to choose from. Which arena do you want?”

Blane turned slightly to Alison, leaving her the choice of the course. One v. One eh...

She thought about it for a moment, then made up her mind.

"We'll take the castle arena..."

She replied.

((OOC: Oh, and Scan, be on the look out for a TG from me in the near-future regarding this thread.))

To Rico this seemed fine. Acutally kind of fun. Talking to the same student again. "Thank you and who might you be. I'm Rico Featherson." Rico put his hand out.The student shook Rico’s hand replied,” My full name is a little long, for now just call me Erin."
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The attendant said," Alright, just go outside and then go left as soon as you head out the door. The castle arena is just a 120 meters down that way."

OOC: The paintball equipment is ready for you at the sight.

Rico sat down next to Erin then asked. "What year are you at the school?"

The student replied," I am a second year at this school and before this I served in the army for two years. So how do you like your time here so far?"

The attendant said," Alright, just go outside and then go left as soon as you head out the door. The castle arena is just a 120 meters down that way."

OOC: The paintball equipment is ready for you at the sight.

"Good choice," Blane commented to Alison as they followed the attendant's directions.

Soon they arrived at the sight and noticed a pair of paintball equipment set up and ready.

The student replied," I am a second year at this school and before this I served in the army for two years. So how do you like your time here so far?"

"It's been fine execpt for the natives who hate the foreigners. Most of them just want to get in fights with us or want us to leave. It's hard to make friends since most of them give us the cold shoulder." Rico replied.

Erin responded,” Well, think the situation it from their perspective for a minute. Many of the native students have come to only relay on themselves and their people as their only means of support in their lives due to the constant wars our empire fights against our neighbors. Many of the native students have lost many friends and family members in these wars. All of that together causes them to view all non-Scandinvans or non-Valgardians in a negative if they had not proven themselves.”

Alison picked up her paintball gun, making sure the CO2 canister was firmly attched before loading the paintballs and putting on her mask. "Ready..." She stated after she had done so.

Alison picked up her paintball gun, making sure the CO2 canister was firmly attched before loading the paintballs and putting on her mask. "Ready..." She stated after she had done so.

Blane too went through the steps of checking his gun and donning the equipment necessary to play paintball (or at least necessary if you would like to remain uninjured). "Alright... me too," he said a second later.

"Shall we take our sides?"

ooc: Dying again?

Erin responded,” Well, think the situation it from their perspective for a minute. Many of the native students have come to only relay on themselves and their people as their only means of support in their lives due to the constant wars our empire fights against our neighbors. Many of the native students have lost many friends and family members in these wars. All of that together causes them to view all non-Scandinvans or non-Valgardians in a negative if they had not proven themselves.”

"Well I have no idea how we are going to prove ourselfs Erin." Rico responsed. "So are you one of the people that hates foreingers?"

[ooc: Perhaps we should just close this down once and for all. Say all the students graduated with honors and bladie blah blah...]

OOC: Alright, then DMG, sorry to everyone that this thread went sour. Yet, I am considering a more easy flowing rp that is a kinda of sequel to this one where there is a large scandal that involes nearly everyone in your graduating class being involed in a conspiracy to kill the emperor.

OOC: Alright, then DMG, sorry to everyone that this thread went sour. Yet, I am considering a more easy flowing rp that is a kinda of sequel to this one where there is a large scandal that involes nearly everyone in your graduating class being involed in a conspiracy to kill the emperor.

Sounds good to me. So, are you going to post the graduates with their degrees, awards, honors, etc., or are we supposed to?

OOC: Alright, then DMG, sorry to everyone that this thread went sour. Yet, I am considering a more easy flowing rp that is a kinda of sequel to this one where there is a large scandal that involes nearly everyone in your graduating class being involed in a conspiracy to kill the emperor.

[ooc: That might be a bit odd for Blane considering he goes on to become the Dominion's most decorated solider ever.]

[ooc: That might be a bit odd for Blane considering he goes on to become the Dominion's most decorated solider ever.]

[SIZE="1"]Heh, Hunter's going to go on to lead one of the best units in the history of the SCAF and SOF-D, but I'm all for this. I can see Hunter plotting to kill the Emperor. But maybe that's just me. Not to mention Hunter's harsh relations with Blane may cause him to show disregard for the safety/well-being of DMG itself.[SIZE="1"]

[SIZE="1"]Heh, Hunter's going to go on to lead one of the best units in the history of the SCAF and SOF-D, but I'm all for this. I can see Hunter plotting to kill the Emperor. But maybe that's just me. Not to mention Hunter's harsh relations with Blane may cause him to show disregard for the safety/well-being of DMG itself.[/SIZE="1"]

[ooc: Yeah, Blane is quite similar. However, I can't see him plotting to kill the emperor, though I could see him being the one left out and in the end turning against the graduates who try to kill the emperor.

I am not sure how the last part of that statement is relevant or makes sense.

And in turn, Hunter would gladly be the one in the group to try and, er, eliminate Blain in order to keep the conspiracy alive, therefore causing mass tensions betwixt the two, and in the future, causing both (as "great" military men) to hate each other with a burning passion from hades.

And in turn, Hunter would gladly be the one in the group to try and, er, eliminate Blain in order to keep the conspiracy alive, therefore causing mass tensions betwixt the two, and in the future, causing both (as "great" military men) to hate each other with a burning passion from hades.

[ooc: Blane dies not far in the future... couple of years *gasp*]

[ooc2: Perhaps we should take this discussion either to the OOC thread or a new thread.]

OOC: Alright, everyone graduated with high honors and the Highest Ranked Student, in your year, was Blane and the second highest was a Valgardian. Then the 3rd highest was Hunter.

As for the rp let us move it to the OOC thread of the thread and the link in first post of this rp,