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Secret Diplomatic Communique
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To: PROHT, Wanderjar, Cravan.
From: TWSP's Armed Forces

We were wondering if you could spare a few instructors and advisors. Recently, we have been meaning to pull a few Spec. Ops. but we have been unable to field well-trained Operators, that is why we request your help in training them in the ways of covert warfare.

Secret Diplomatic Reply
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To:TWSP
From: PROHT
Encryption: class 5

The People's Republic Of Hurtful Thoughts would be willing to send a contingent of our recently reforemed Marine Raiders, the more legitimate reincarnation of the FBIA(SOC) wich I doubt you have even heard of. I'll sumise that they have done a number of, disruptive operations, to prevent worlwide genocide from becoming the new status quo.

However, before sending troops, we would like to know how many are we training and how much time we have to train them.

Deputy Minister of Defense:
Barny F. Gumbal

Secret Diplomatic Reply

To:TWSP
From: PROHT
Encryption: class 5

The People's Republic Of Hurtful Thoughts would be willing to send a contingent of our recently reforemed Marine Raiders, the more legitimate reincarnation of the FBIA(SOC) wich I doubt you have even heard of. I'll sumise that they have done a number of, disruptive operations, to prevent worlwide genocide from becoming the new status quo.

Deputy Minister of Defense:
Barny F. Gumbal

Thats good to hear, your men will be given one of the highest security clearances, meet us at our training camp (secret of course) on the Military Base south of Aszenmilovich.
The first batch of Trainees is of about 50 men, of which 10 will stay in the base as instructors for the future Teams, the other 40 will be used as 4 squads of 10 for special operations which we cant tell you about right now.

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Imperial War Department

Cravan will assist you by deploying an Imperial Guard training unit to help train a new SpecForce unit for TWSP. I have already personally assigned several of our finest instructors to attend. Please inform us where and when to send them, and they and any equipment you deem necessary will be there.

Signed,

John Klatch
John Klatch
Director of Defense

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Imperial War Department

Cravan will assist you by deploying an Imperial Guard training unit to help train a new SpecForce unit for TWSP. I have already personally assigned several of our finest instructors to attend. Please inform us where and when to send them, and they and any equipment you deem necessary will be there.

Signed,

John Klatch
John Klatch
Director of Defense

We're glad to see you answered our call, please meet us in the Military Base south of Aszenmilovich, bring any weapons, explosives and equipment you deem necessary.
Security clearances will be given to your men.

Colonel Vince Ergalla stepped off the C-5, stretching as he lowered himself to the tarmac. He watched as an MH-20 was offloaded from the cargo hold, along with weapons and equipment he and his team of instructors would be using to teach the new special forces of TWSP all they had to know.

Gathering his senior staff, he went off in search of someone from TWSP to make contact with, knowing there were still other teams which had yet to arrive.

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This is the Wanderjarian GSG-9 Operator. He is equipped with the latest in sensory, communications, personal survival, and enemy detection equipment. This is all done through a HUD (Heads up Display) situated in the facemask, which I might add, is transparant. This allows the user to recieve real time maps from his Commander, with waypoints located on said map, as well as giving the commander the ability to see what his soldier sees through the "Command Helmet", which has this option. It also has several vision modes, including night vision, but also infra red, which enables the soldier to be able to see through walls to some degree. It is not fool proof, so do not rely on it, but its ability is there.

The armor itself has a rudimentary cloaking system, allowing it to change its color according to the surrounding environment, and to the user's liking. This is done to where the user can become much harder to see.

The uniform is constructed from spider silk, giving it the ability to stop a 7.62 MM round at close proximity, keeping the user alive, but severe pain from the impact force is unavoidable. It is very light too, so the trade off for pain is survival and lightness of equipment.

These are among the basic advantages to the Wanderjarian GSG-9 Future Force Warrior equipment, which has been expanded upon from the standard Wanderjarian Integrated Warfighter System.

I will send an A-Team (12 Wanderjarian Operators) to help train and advise your men. They will work good for you comrade!


(OOC: This equipment is real, and is currently under development for the United States Army at the Natick Soldier Center:

Link to sources:

http://www.natick.army.mil/soldier/wsit/index.htm

Colonel Vince Ergalla stepped off the C-5, stretching as he lowered himself to the tarmac. He watched as an MH-20 was offloaded from the cargo hold, along with weapons and equipment he and his team of instructors would be using to teach the new special forces of TWSP all they had to know.

Gathering his senior staff, he went off in search of someone from TWSP to make contact with, knowing there were still other teams which had yet to arrive.

A man in a bussiness suit approached the Colonel and presented himself.
-"Welcome to the World Soviet Party, we were expecting you. Allow me to introduce myself, Im General Andrets, and I'll be taking you and your crew to the base"-
He extended his hand.

@ Wanderjar

Sounds good enough, can I buy some? :p

IC @ Wanderjar:

We thank you for your cooperation, please send your men and anything you deem necessary to the Military Base south of Aszenmilovich.

A man in a bussiness suit approached the Colonel and presented himself.
-"Welcome to the World Soviet Party, we were expecting you. Allow me to introduce myself, Im General Andrets, and I'll be taking you and your crew to the base"-
He extended his hand.

@ Wanderjar

Sounds good enough, can I buy some? :p

IC @ Wanderjar:

We thank you for your cooperation, please send your men and anything you deem necessary to the Military Base south of Aszenmilovich.


Absolutely:

The going rate I believe, would be 500,000 USD per unit. That is probably too little, but I don't care :p

Colonel Ergalla saluted the General crisply, then shook his hand.

"Colonel Ergalla, reporting for duty, sir.", he said with a grin. "I would be honored to be taken to the base and get set up. We have some interesting stuff prepared."

Absolutely:

The going rate I believe, would be 500,000 USD per unit. That is probably too little, but I don't care :p

That'd be 100,000,000 Million USDs for 200 suits, right?

That'd be 100,000,000 Million USDs for 200 suits, right?

Yup. :)

Colonel Ergalla saluted the General crisply, then shook his hand.

"Colonel Ergalla, reporting for duty, sir.", he said with a grin. "I would be honored to be taken to the base and get set up. We have some interesting stuff prepared."

The General nodded and signaled a group of cars waiting by the door, they were marked as Goverment Cars, and thus, they'd be granted access almost everywhere.
-"If you wish, I can ask for some of my boys to move those crates"- he signaled the equipment boxes -"Over to the base. Those vehicles are at your disposal, and already have a chauffer (SP?) waiting for you"-

Yup. :)

Then sign me up for 200. *Pays*

Do you have a link to your suit's version stats?

Your suits shall be sent with my GSG-9 training instructors.

"Thank you. We have some vehicles of our own which we will be using to assist in training your boys. Some of it we won't be able to sell you due to international law, but some of it we can. We can also refer you to their producers, since I know that TWSP seems to be a large customer of AMI."

He gestured for his senior staff to follow along.

"The rest of my staff will help your boys load the crates up."

"Thank you. We have some vehicles of our own which we will be using to assist in training your boys. Some of it we won't be able to sell you due to international law, but some of it we can. We can also refer you to their producers, since I know that TWSP seems to be a large customer of AMI."

He gestured for his senior staff to follow along.

"The rest of my staff will help your boys load the crates up."

"Sure, follow me if you please"

The general lead Ergalla and his staff to the awaiting vehicles, when everyone was aboard, he ordered the driver to take them to the "Base".

Several Hours and Kilometers later

Andrets got off the car and stretched, his was getting to old for this.
"If you follow me now, we'll go into the base"
He got past a saluting sentry and into the HQ, he came out a few minutes later.
"I've been informed that you are free to make any modifications you wish to this base, if it helps this mission"

Secret IC:
Quartermaster's list:
Weapons types to be brought for training:

AKM
CM-16

RPK
CM-249
CM-26

RPG-7 recoiless roket/grenade launcher
HM-320 rocket/grenade launcher

APS Stechnin Automatic Pistol
CCZ-75

PTRS-41 Anti-materail rifle
CM-2 heavy machine gun
CC-35C heavy anti-Material rifle

Various shotguns (bolt, pump, break and automatic actions)
AR-15 /w/ Beowulf upper

Thermobaric hand grenade
Thermobaric demolition charge
Satchel charges and Bangalore torpedoes
Practice Claymore mines
Fagmation hand grenades
White Phospherous hand grenades

Amunition types provided:
35 x 203 mm, 14.5 x 114 mm, 12.7 x 99 mm
.50 Beowulf, 12 ga, 20 ga, and 0.08 ga Pheonixian
7.62 x 39, 7.62 x 51
7 x 51 mm, 6 x 51, 6.5 x 51 (.257 Roberts) 5.56 x 45 mm
9 x 19 mm, 7.62 x 25 mm, 6.5 x 32 mm (.256 Winchester Mag)
Troops to be deployed: 49

Weapons commonly used by Wanderjarian GSG-9:

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XM8 Assault Rifle
(Caliber: 5.56x45 mm NATO

Action: Gas-operated, rotating bolt

Overall length: 838 mm in basic configuration, butt extended

Barrel length: 318 mm in basic configuration; also 229 mm in Compact and 508 mm in Sharpshooter and SAW versions

Rate of fire: ~ 750 rounds per minute

Magazine capacity: 30 rounds or 100-rounds double drum in Automatic Rifle/SAW role)


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MR-C

(Cartridge 6.8 mm caseless
Action Gas-operated reloading
Rate of fire 900 rounds/min
Feed system 45 round magazine)


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MR-C

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I will send the A-Team

OOC: I find this very amusing...

Snip

Great, we'll provide some of our own weapons too.

Namely:
G65S Infantry Combat Rifle 7.62x51 (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=11568930&postcount=564)
FGM-148 Javelin (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/FGM-148_Javelin)
HH-1 (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=11588369&postcount=2)
PRA M220 Sniper Rifle (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=11542642&postcount=32)
FN P90 (http://world.guns.ru/smg/smg13-e.htm)

We can also put on a small number of Vehicles (light & armoured) at your disposal.

OOC: I find this very amusing...



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Equipment, weapons, and vehicles brought along with the Imperial Guard:

Standard Weapons (includes most possible attachments)
-M2 Infantry Carbine (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=10808743&postcount=8)
-GLOCK 22 (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Glock_22)
-MG55A3 Squad Automatic Weapon (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=11451497&postcount=521) (6.35x45mm ARAM)
-SMAW (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shoulder-Launched_Multipurpose_Assault_Weapon)
-B-45 Thumper (http://z9.invisionfree.com/GASN/index.php?showtopic=169&st=5) (TWSP design)

StandardVehicles
-MH-20 Shadowcat (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=10828450&postcount=260)
-CH-47 Chinook (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/CH-47)
-HMMWV (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/HMMWV) (several varients)

Standard Equipment
(All provided by Denali Corporation (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=474831))
-Encrypted GPS
-Satellite Uplink Laptop
-CLD-34 Laser Designator
-CN-NV95 NV Goggles
-Utility Watch: Military Specifications
-Bluetooth/Ethernet Wireless Headset Radio Systems
-Tactical GPS Tracking Device/Marker

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Imperial Guard team deployed in Aequatio

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Imperial Guard team deployed in Aequatio

Is that a leg lying back there?

Is that a leg lying back there?

No, thats another soldier laying prone behind them.

No, thats another soldier laying prone behind them.

Oh, ok then :p

Can we just skip to your men arriving in the base and setting up?

OOC: Any chance I can get in this, or is this RP locked shut?

OOC: Any chance I can get in this, or is this RP locked shut?

Do you have any Spec. Ops. instructors to send?

Do you have any Spec. Ops. instructors to send?

OOC: Sure. I'm not currently in any wars, so I have plenty of experienced Fianoglach (rangers) available...

OOC: Sure. I'm not currently in any wars, so I have plenty of experienced Fianoglach (rangers) available...

Then do send some of them.

Thats good to hear, your men will be given one of the highest security clearances, meet us at our training camp (secret of course) on the Military Base south of Aszenmilovich.
The first batch of Trainees is of about 50 men, of which 10 will stay in the base as instructors for the future Teams, the other 40 will be used as 4 squads of 10 for special operations which we cant tell you about right now.

Someplace south of Aszenmilovich

A pair of Hurtian Mi-26 Halo transport helicopters flew overhead, with crates slung under their bellies, they lowered the crates gingerly to the ground, released the cables, and continued down and forward in one smooth motion intil it bumped to a stop.

Upon which 49 Marine raiders and Deputy Ministeer of Defense Barny F. Gumbal hopped out. and the two planes lifted off as the flight cheifs attempted to close the doors and then sped to wherever they came from.

The raiders fanned out.

And Barny walked up to the main gate of the compund, and knocked.

They had intentionally landed these supplies just outside the compound.

The Marine raiders were armed with the new experimental 6.5 x 51 mm round, a modified .257 Roberts in the CM-26 assault rifle, their pistols were chambered for .256 Winchester magnum pistol cartridge.

It was 0200 hours...

The sentry answered the door, and was shocked to find dozens of crates along with 50 armed men standing outside, timidly and scared,, he let them in and guided them to the HQ, were General Andrets was waiting for them.

The Wanderjarian GSG-9 Operators walked casually into the base, dressed in full battlesuit. They had evaded WSP Guards, and entered the base undetected. As they strolled into the HQ, they hailed the General:

"First lesson," The team leader said, flipping up his face mask and smiling. "Tighten security. Getting in here was easier than blasting that fucking Griffincrest base camp in Sochatopia!"

The Wanderjarian GSG-9 Operators walked casually into the base, dressed in full battlesuit. They had evaded WSP Guards, and entered the base undetected. As they strolled into the HQ, they hailed the General:

"First lesson," The team leader said, flipping up his face mask and smiling. "Tighten security. Getting in here was easier than blasting that fucking Griffincrest base camp in Sochatopia!"

The general watched the Wanderjarian operators, they were kinda intimidating but they had a good point.
-"Captain"-
-"Yes sir?"-
-"Double the sentries and have the current watch given latrine duties tomorrow"-
-"Aye sir"- Teh Captain left quickly to attend his duty, and the general was left alone with the GSG-9 guys.

"Anyways, I have been ordered to allow you to do anything you wish with this base, that includes modifying buildings, training courses, etc. Is this ok with you?"

The general watched the Wanderjarian operators, they were kinda intimidating but they had a good point.
-"Captain"-
-"Yes sir?"-
-"Double the sentries and have the current watch given latrine duties tomorrow"-
-"Aye sir"- Teh Captain left quickly to attend his duty, and the general was left alone with the GSG-9 guys.

"Anyways, I have been ordered to allow you to do anything you wish with this base, that includes modifying buildings, training courses, etc. Is this ok with you?"

"Absolutely," The Captain said. "My name is James Gostowski. First off, get your training soldiers up tommorrow morning at about zero six hundred, to begin calistenics. Afterwords I'll introduce them to their suits. PROHT Forces, the Cravanians, and those from The Aeson can handle physical training, I suppose, as their training differs little from ours."

"Absolutely," The Captain said. "My name is James Gostowski. First off, get your training soldiers up tommorrow morning at about zero six hundred, to begin calistenics. Afterwords I'll introduce them to their suits. PROHT Forces, the Cravanians, and those from The Aeson can handle physical training, I suppose, as their training differs little from ours."

Andrets checked his watch, its was 0230.

"I'll arrange that right away, if you wish, the Sergeant will lead you to your barracks" and with that, he left.

Andrets checked his watch, its was 0230.

"I'll arrange that right away, if you wish, the Sergeant will lead you to your barracks" and with that, he left.

"Excellent. And thank you." He and his men went with the Sergeant to the barracks.

OOC: Dammit, Now I have to think of 50 names for the guys! Anyhow, here we go.

Squad 1
Captain Johann Sebastian
Sergeant Alfredo Castillos
Corporal Arthur Johnson
Corporal Cesare Olivo
PFC Dezi Arnaz
PFC Dimitri Benvenuto
PFC Cristian Slater
PFC Martin Scorsese
PFC Igor Frakenstein
PFC Dietmar Roshtein

Squad 2
Captain Aldo Comiccio
Sergeant Abraham Goldberg
Corporal Berndt Stein
Corporal Fedor Kuznetsov
PFC Karl Marx
PFC Leonid Breznev
PFC Eduardo Whiteman
PFC Eliseo Carrillo
PFC Draco Milstein
PFC Kostia Konovalov

Squad 3
Captain Alexei Popovich
Sergeant Anton Rutkowski
Corporal Georgy Lebedev
Corporal Eberhart Milton
PFC Luka Prodan
PFC Flint Elliot
PFC Erwin Rommel
PFC Fritz Lang
PFC Slava Fernandez
PFC Enzo Ferrari

Squad 4
Captain Adolf Mölders
Sergeant Thor Dotter
Corporal Eusebio Martinez
Corporal Boris Korovin
PFC Fabio Testi
PFC Sergei Ensestein
PFC Hernan Bravo
PFC Ignacio Costa
PFC Hed Gonzales
PFC Georg Gentzen

Future Instructors
Drill Sergeant Agustin Ubben
Drill Sergeant Alarico Sudoku
Drill Sergeant Abner Sink
Drill Sergeant Aldrich Erman
Drill Sergeant Alvaro Pava
Drill Sergeant Camilo Cienfuegos
Drill Sergeant Daniil Protopic
Drill Sergeant Basilio Alsogaray
Drill Sergeant Azriel Bonaparte
Drill Sergeant Blas Parera

Bump

Muffins....err...bump

Errr... lets skip to the morning.

"WAKE IT AND SHAKE IT!" the Drill Sergeant's yells stirred up the recruits, as quickly as a sleep-filled man can, they got up and went to the bathroom, brushed their teeth, took a shower, etc. Then they got dressed and presented themselves outside, awaiting the Wanderjarian GSG-9 who were going to train them.

Errr... lets skip to the morning.

"WAKE IT AND SHAKE IT!" the Drill Sergeant's yells stirred up the recruits, as quickly as a sleep-filled man can, they got up and went to the bathroom, brushed their teeth, took a shower, etc. Then they got dressed and presented themselves outside, awaiting the Wanderjarian GSG-9 who were going to train them.

And....I'm going to have to log off for awhile and get back to work :(

And....I'm going to have to log off for awhile and get back to work :(

Sure, no problem, take your time.

((OOC: I'll try to get a post in soon, but no guarantees.))

"Absolutely," The Captain said. "My name is James Gostowski. First off, get your training soldiers up tommorrow morning at about zero six hundred, to begin calistenics. Afterwords I'll introduce them to their suits. PROHT Forces, the Cravanians, and those from The Aeson can handle physical training, I suppose, as their training differs little from ours."

Minister Gumbal
"Wake them now, they've got cargo to haul, by hand."

[point to the two 10 ton pallets by the front gate]

(0300 is starting tome for the Hurtian's trainees if you don't mind, or you can disregard and it'll be treated as if it had not been accepted, in which case you'll know what they'll be doing at 0600 hrs)

OOC: Cant do, already skipped to the morning.

OOC: Cant do, already skipped to the morning.
OOC
So that means they get to haul crates at 0600 instead, just gives the instuctors more time to prepare.

*Never said that the instructors entered building, just that the spread themselves out into the field ourside and eventually disappeared.

IC:
"WAKE IT AND SHAKE IT!" the Drill Sergeant's yells stirred up the recruits, as quickly as a sleep-filled man can, they got up and went to the bathroom, only to stare face to face with Minister Gumbal, who pointed at two massive piles of crates.

"Your first combat exercise, one hour to move those two ten ton pallets by hand to a safe location within this base, this is to simulate an EMP strike after which you have reason to beleve to be under an ambush shortly, time is of the essence, the clock is ticking, MOVE!"

OOC: After further looking, it is pretty obvious you won't be able to finish, so just post what they try. This is to see how good stock I have to start with. No special instructions or equipment offered

On top of each pallet is a large tin can

OOC
So that means they get to haul crates at 0600 instead, just gives the instuctors more time to prepare.

*Never said that the instructors entered building, just that the spread themselves out into the field ourside and eventually disappeared.

IC:
"WAKE IT AND SHAKE IT!" the Drill Sergeant's yells stirred up the recruits, as quickly as a sleep-filled man can, they got up and went to the bathroom, only to stare face to face with Minister Gumbal, who pointed at two massive piles of crates.

"Your first combat exercise, one hour to move those two ten ton pallets by hand to a safe location within this base, this is to simulate an EMP strike after which you have reason to beleve to be under an ambush shortly, time is of the essence, the clock is ticking, MOVE!"

OOC: After further looking, it is pretty obvious you won't be able to finish, so just post what they try. This is to see how good stock I have to start with. No special instructions or equipment offered

On top of each pallet is a large tin can

OCC: Can my Phantoms come along and observe?

OCC: Can my Phantoms come along and observe?

OOC:
Doubtfull, as secrecy of this exercise appears to be paramount.

Anyways, what would you observe? 150 guys getting ran through the gauntlet and given insane "beginer's missions" as training exercises.

(Yep, I'll be sending TWSP's men to the Griffencrest front from time to time, in groups of 2 or 4)

OOC:
Doubtfull, as secrecy of this exercise appears to be paramount.

Anyways, what would you observe? 150 guys getting ran through the gauntlet and given insane "beginer's missions" as training exercises.

(Yep, I'll be sending TWSP's men to the Griffencrest front from time to time, in groups of 2 or 4)

Well okay. Of course my Phantoms could come to Griffincrest to babysit.

The Soldiers scratched their heads, thinking. Some of them tried to move the Crates, but failed miserably as it was well over their strenght.

"Dammit!" Said one of them "I have an idea"
"Yeah?"
"Just wait here and keep thinking"

OOC: He's going to try and requise a vehicle =p

Everyone got together and started pushing one of the crates, slowly, very slowly, it began to move, even though they had to stop 5 minutes later.

"I think this is not working"
"No kidding"

As they moved the crate (or rather, attempted to) a shot rang out, peferating the paint cans atopt the crates, and, due to the shock of the 6.5 mm bullets used, exploded, splattering all nearby the crates in bright red paint, then the rest of the marine raiders came out from the brush with paintball markers, spraying the area down with yet more brilliant red paint, it was over in a matter of seconds.

One that was walking back towards Minister Gumbal was shot in the back with a paintball...

Minister Gumbal:
"Alright, you are all dead, would anyone care to explain to me what you all did wrong during this exercise in order to get every one of you 'killed' in less than 5 minutes of a mock 'Combat exercise'?"

As he is giving this speach, a single Marine Raider walks up to a pallet witha box cutter, cuts open a palletized 10 ton sling load, and pulls out backpacks, and rifles, not one weighed over 200 pounds... Then tossed them aside from the crate for a short line of troops to pick up and rush into the base as the rest set about securing the perimiter, guns at ready.

After every 15 minutes the runners trade places with the picket line.

OOC:
Fairly easy to figure out that the instructors will be both hated and respected by these recruits.

Minister Gumbal:
"Alright, you are all dead, would anyone care to explain to me what you all did wrong during this exercise in order to get every one of you 'killed' in less than 5 minutes of a mock 'Combat exercise'?"


One of the officers attempted an explanation, while the others scratched the paint of their faces and skin.

"We didnt set a perimeter nor sentries?"

One of the Marines hands Gumbal a paintball gun, which he then fires at one of the recruits he sees scratching off the paint rather than paying attention

"You'll have time to worry about how you look later, right now we are talking about how you could have done this in a real life situation and not get killed."

He continued:

"Correct, and anybody want to try explaining to me why none of you brought your guns when you left the base? Or how about why none of you seem to remember that a palletized load can be broken up into easier to manage pieces? Or why you all bunched up by the crates? Take for example, when the marine raiders demonstrated this, if another paint can trap went off, how many would have gotten splattered/blown up?"

[One, the guy opening ther pallet and tossing out the equipment]

After they gave their answers he finally allowed them to the showers (but only for a very short amount of time before they cut off the water and kicked them out), and then have a late (and therefore cold and bland) breakfast.

Meanwhile, Minister Gumbal, Lt. Mendez, and Sgt. Gorbechev reviewed their options on furthering their training.

The recruits grumbled while they were lead to the showers, and complained under their breaths when they were kicked out. The breakfast consisted of a grey... something, bread and a cup of coffee. But, it was food, so they set about eating it.

After breakfast, Gumbal then had them assemble at the flagpole, sign asked if they remembered their weapons this time.

Upon reaching the flagpole, he went over an apology for being pergaps a little too harsh on them for being completely untrained pussies, and at first glance had mistaken them for something better than regular soldiers.

After getting this off his chest, he then gave the lecture:

"Special ops... most people think of some sort of super soldier, this is a false concept, special operationss require you to do jobs while completely unoticed and in plain view of your enemies, and when found, you won't even have time to cock your gun before you are dead. Your goal, will be to collect, and report information to friendly forces while disrupting the enemy's actions as needed while inside enemy territory a land in a state of constant readiness to find and kill you.

We are not here to train you how to act like James Bond, Rambo, or even McGeiver, this job is going to be niether glamorous nor rewarding. Chances are, when you leave this camp you will either succeed and never be mentioned, or die and dishonor your county.

Chances are, when you are deployed, they will send no more than 11 to 15 men, but will expect more resault from those few men than they'd expect from their entire military might put together. Your country will push you hard, will give you inaccurate information, and ask for you to find them better information in return. When they ask for you to nuetralise something, they will want it destroyed completely and with not a trace linked to them.

You will be asked to live off the land around you while deep in enemy territory, and if they catch you, they will torture you till you spill your guts then they'll kill you, all on national television, and you homeland will deny your very existance.

We are here to train you not only to do that, but to do that with less than an APC full of troops per nation, and with zero casualties, and perfect resaults every time. For anything less is failure.

Welcome to special ops."

After a brief pause, as he opened his notes and took a drink of water he continued:

Today's lesson will be on cover stories, these are fairly simple to grasp.

You have your high profile covers, such as impersonating delegates, CEOs, VIPs and the like. These people have the most ready access to sensitive information, but are under almost constant scrutiny, one slip and you are dead before you hit the ground. Some of these are of fictional delegates or CEO's of front companies, you can always expect a 'control' or a counter intellegence observer watching your every move, making this catagory a poor choice.

You then have low profile cover, access is almost none, but you can get away with almost as much as a normal person would, usually you would pose as a regular person and ask for favors from the locals to get the access you'll need. You'll face little or no scrutiny at the borders under this cover.

And then there are Covert operations, you have no cover, but they also don't know who you are, this also includes when you break cover, getting in or out is difficult, and usually fatal if done this way.

A cover is best done with two people, one, the field agent, armed with a business or identification card, and the other, his alibi, wich has his phone number listed on the business or identification card. This part will be handled for you by desk workers, so you only need to remember which card and cover you are using."

[turns page]

"now, moving on, extracting information..."

OOC: lost source of information, will continue lecture in another post.
IE glorified and long winded bump if you have a decent spy book on hand.

The recruits nodded and started taking notes, this was their first class on the subject, and they wanted to do it right.

OOC: Still diodn't find/remember my old source

Non-official cover: Not government affiliated, resualts vary. Very risky for the agent, though completely safe for the parent nation.

Official cover: diplomat, and hence limited imunity, though you would be constantly watcjhed by your 'shadow'. Also, failure would resault in instant incrimination of your homeland.

Now to continue BSing the IC portion up to the next mission...

IC:
"now, moving on, extracting information...

MICE
Money
Ideology
Coercion or
Excitement

Those are the four methods to get your subject to talk without resorting to tying them to a kitchen chair and pistol whipping them until the firing pin finally makes contact with the primer or the person talks.

You will most likely be doing this elicitation of information on a shoestring budget, so forget about bribery, though hinting at bribery is an option to lure them to give details. Simply, you'll have to convince them you have something they want even if you don't have it when you take this method. Generally it is possable to use the promise of a reward for their information and services followed by a convincing up front appearance of false honesty should work for as long as practical.

Ideology is feasable only if you can convince the subject that you both want the same thing and you are sincere.

Coercion, is torture and blackmail, not exactly the best way to get a 'repeat informant', but useful on lower class people who you believe is holding out on you or trying to rip you off and has no information of any real value to you. Such method shows dominance, taps them of everything they know, and discourages them from teasing you with false infoemation. Needless to say, coercion is best done behind closed doors.

Excitement, rather simple, surprise them, say something you and your subject know is blatently false to get correct information.

(OOC: K, so wikipedia sucks for spy info, also distorted their info to fit the IC context as MICE reffers to why people join up... going off of memory now...)

I'll close with a brief summary:

Give yourself a good cover story, one that will make them more open

Compliment them, vary from mild to exaggerated, inflate their ego

Convince them that you think they are an expert and you should know what they know.

Intentionally appear misinformed when in doubt of your source, a competant person is bound to nudge in and correct you if you are loud enough.
Trekkie convention:
Spy: And then the trilithium crystals...
Person B: Dilithium you dolt...
Rifle Range:
Spy: The M-16 is effective only out to XXX yards (short) and couldn't penetrate even a quarter inch of plate, and is therefore a peice of crap
Informant: You idiot! Even the basic recruit could accurately shoot out to XXX yards and pentrate [XX inches of plate] at that range.

Make sure you are talking to the right person.

Remember the local and international laws."

[Closes book]

"Now then, your next assignment, is to head out to a bar, meet 2 women, and bring back their Name, age, physical description, address, phone number, and passport number. Sexual relations not required, as those tend to end rather messy. And I'll assure you, there will be no legal protection if you fudge this one up.

You are then to stay the night at a hotel, which we have resserved for you all under the name of A. J Harris, we will contact you shortly afterwards."

OOC:
(Example: Aren't you a little young to be at this bar? You look what, 18? 20 years old tops [actual estimate 25])
Oh, you... No, sadly, I'm 32, believe it or not.

Think of a legitimate reason why you would need their address, phone number and passport number (such as travel, paryicularily if you are the pilot/captian).

Oh, and I'd like to see you follow one of the recruits ICly. Don't forget to give him a name.
I think "Agent Mike Porter" would fit.

OOC: I'll make a post about that later on, when I have more time/less tired.

oh, forgot a few tidbits,

Don't force the conversation

End it on a happy point completely off topic

And carry on the conversation even after you've acquired the info you need

Otherwise they'll get suspicious of your actuions, as they all point towards spying, which you don't want OOCly or ICly to happen.

Two girls per guy?

Or total?

"Now then, your next assignment, is to head out to a bar, meet 2 women, and bring back their Name, age, physical description, address, phone number, and passport number. Sexual relations not required, as those tend to end rather messy. And I'll assure you, there will be no legal protection if you fudge this one up.

You are then to stay the night at a hotel, which we have resserved for you all under the name of A. J Harris, we will contact you shortly afterwards."



OOC: oh, man, i'm tearing up reading this. This is hilarious.

Two girls per guy?

Or total?

Per guy, each one has to get their name, age, address, phone number, and passport number (swiss bank account would be a bonus to your paycheck).

Good luck "AJ"...

Don't forget your lofty 'legend'. As that would be vital to your success.

Think

Why would a girl want to tell you that info?
Or
Why would you need to know that info to get what she wants?

The rich playboy pilot with a private island comes to mind...

Name and phone number so that you can "talk to her later"

Address so you can pick her up and give her a ride in your sports car (But you are too 'drunk' to drive, so you can't drive them right now [but still suave and charming for some reason, if they don't believe it, get lost looking for your car, give up looking for it, decide to hail a taxi, ask for her to come with you tomarrow, give her a kiss, and ride to the next bar for the next girl to spoil.])

Passport because you'll offer them a plane trip, some sightseeing, etc, and that'll take them over international waters, and he'll have to log their passport numbers a day in advance.

Snip

Ok, but I wont RP all of them, maybe one or two (because all of them would mean 50 guys and 100 girls, and Im not that big of imagination).

Ok, but I wont RP all of them, maybe one or two (because all of them would mean 50 guys and 100 girls, and Im not that big of imagination).

Why I suggested you only follow one recruit for this bit (and the hotel), I suggested his true name being "Mike Porter"...

Or we can skip ahead assuming you did exactly as outlined above, managed to end the conversations on a high note and as a success, and now on your way to the hotel to take a well earned nap in a 4 star hotel under a false name "A. J Harris".

(Heck, if your old and brave enough you can try it yourself, as that is pretty much how they really train, no legal protection either... So buy some girls some drinks and BS you way through a delightful conversation with a pair of reasonably attractive women... If you don't wake up naked ouside the bar covered in lipstick then you did okay... [as that is perhaps the worst that can happen])

Captain Johann Sebastian twitched a bit, he had been left at the gates of one of Aszenmilovich's most popular bars, yet, he was somewhat scared. Reuniting any strenght he had left in his body, he entered.
The place was crowded, hundreds of women and men together in a small pace, drinking and dancing all around, the music was so hard it was driving him deaf. Still, he made his way to the bar.

"A beer, please" he said to the girl attending the bar, his request was promtply fullfiled and soon he sat with a cold drink, observing the girls around him. They were all "normal" to him, although he had seen some real beauties dancing around earlier.
He tried his luck with the first one, a short brunette with a rather "generous" bust.

"Excuse me, may I speak to you?"

"Get lost looser"

His "target" mixed in with the crowd, leaving him dissapointed on the bar. This was going to be a loooooong night.

(OOC: Continues on the next post, how am I doing it so far?)

Might want to try a better physical appearance than "the guy who just walked off the base for some lovin"

Also don't speak 'to' them, speak 'with' them. For other tips, consult your local fraternity.

You also have to look for the gullible women seeking a relationship/a thrillseeker.
(IE, those easily conned and taken advantage of, if you must, the girl nursing her beer is an option... [offering to give her a cab ride home and to call her later to see if she is all right for example, followed by offering her a trip to a tropical paradise for a 'change of scenery'])

Breast size means nothing to a spy.
Except for bragging rights...

And they don't consider James Bond a 'superspy' for nothing...
He earned that reputation while making perhaps the wusiest alchoholic beverage look sexy...

And remember, you can pose as anybody if you try hard enough...
But don't pull a cliche'

Might want to try a better physical appearance than "the guy who just walked off the base for some lovin"

You also have to look for the gullible women seeking a relationship/a thrillseeker.
(IE, those easily conned and taken advantage of, if you must, the girl nursing her beer is an option...)

Breast size means nothing to a spy.
Except for bragging rights...

OOC: Well, of course he'll try and get a nic one =p

IC:

"Strike one" he said to himself "Gotta choose an easier one"

Just then, he noticed another chick, she looked around her mid-20s and was sitting on the edge, with her head down, looking at her beer. He approached her.

"Uhhm... Hello?" she looked up at him "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, thanks"

"May I sit next to you?"

"Sure, its a free country"

He grabbed a chair and sat down next to her, extending his hand, he added "Im John, nice to meet you"

She looked at him briefly before shaking his hand and answering in a low tone, "Amy"

Used real name, now she may become a security risk...

Oh well, not like she's going to care after you dump her after the conversation (which should last longer than the probing).

But leave her happy, she desserves that much at least.

Let the lying begin, oh, and pay attention to everything she says, like a real conversation, and make extra special note about the info that you need, along with things she makes a big deal about, as that would be what the conversation will center around by default, though you can slowly 'nudge' a conversation well off topic.

Used real name, now she may become a security risk...

Oh well, not like she's going to care after you dump her after the conversation (which should last longer than the probing).

But leave her happy, she desserves that much at least.

OOC: His real name is Johann, not John =p

"So, Amy, whats the problem?"

"And you care because?"

"Well, you looked sad sitting here by yourself, so I thought `why is a girl as pretty as that sitting alone´ and decided to check it out"

"Uh huh"

"Oh, c'mon, at least give me the benefit of the doubt"

"Well, if you have to know, my girlfriend just dumped me"

"Why would she do that?"

"She said Im not satisfying her enough" she gave Johann a sad smile

Threw yourself a curveball... this is where the frat boys suggest you to run away, don't, you are genuinely concerned, and happen to have something that might cheer her up. (Must love the fact that "new-money" entrapanuers tend to be low brow human beings behinfd all that money)

And those Captian's bars/wings might be enough to convince her. (She'll only know you as a captain, a captain of what is your choice.

(I must resist next urge to comment on next post... as it may be viewed as distracting)

Also, she may be pulling your leg... just to scare away the frat boys and players (it works, as shallow minded men with only sex on their mind are quickly thwarted, but since your goal isn't sex... You'll most likely succeed at your goal).

"Uhm... well, thats... err... interesting"

Amy laughed "Nah, just kidding with you"

"Oh, well" Johann blushed "I must admit you got me there"

"Yeah, just having a little fun, reality is I was supposed to meet here with a friend of mine and she just called saying she cant make it"

"That sounds boring"

"Indeed"

"Would you like me to be your friend for the evening then?"

"Sure, John, or should I call you Johnny?"

"Nah, John is ok, Amy" Johann smiled at her

OOC: Im checking this part with a real girl for feedback.

"So" asked Amy "Why are YOU alone?"

"Just decided to have a night out by myself"

"That doesnt sound like fun"

"Well, my friends kinda consider me a little weak on the social part and forced me to come here on my own" Johann explained, his mind racing through ideas at an inhuman speed

"Well, you dont look timid or shy to me"

"Maybe its your great personality that has achieved a radical change on my person?"

"Well, thank you" she said blushing

An extremely amused Wanderjarian GSG-9 team, dressed as a group of bar rats, watched as the WSP Selection Candidate attempted to score with an attractive woman at the bar.

"Holy shit man," one said, tearing up from stifled laughter. "If those PROHT boys are doing what I think they are, this is going to be absolutely fantastic!" They watched on, praying that PROHT troops were pulling a gag on the poor WSP trooper.

"So, where are you from?"

"Ah, just a small town nearby"

"Really? Do you happen to know Tommy Knox?"

"Nope, Im from Rio Grande, so I guess I dont"

"Oh, is it true you guys have the biggest river in the country?" said Johann faking a little excitement

"Yeah, but its not such a great thing once you get used to it"

"Oh well, still, I ought to see it sometime"

"You'd probably be bored after the first 5 minutes"

"Yeah, its a possiblity"

"So, what do you work as?"

"Oh, just as a receptionist for a small bussiness"

"That sounds awfully boring"

"Well, it tends to be, but I have lots of free time followed by short periods of activity. What about you, do you have an exciting job?"

"Well, you know, the usual"

"C'mon, what are you, an International spy?"

Johann sweatdropped big-time

Sorry Wanderjar, she's not one of mine...

Still, this is turning interesting....

IC: A man walked in, and talked to the bartender at the far end, a few passing glances darted around the room making sure nobody was paying attention to what they were saying, then he got up, and left.

The bartender then walked over to Johann and his friend and gave them each a beer.

"On the house for the friend of a friend."

"Well, no, I have a very boring job actually, a desk job at the base"

"Military doesnt sound boring at all"

"Ah, you wouldnt believe how it can"

"Well, I'll just take your word for it then"

"Yeah, so... anyways" Johann checked his watch "I think I should get going now, I've got to work tomorrow" He got up with the intention of leaving

"Wait" Amy called him from the bar

"Yes?"

"Here" Amy handed him a piece of paper "Call me sometime"

"Sure, will do" Johann said happily and left

The next girl was fairly easy, and this time he managed to get all the required data, he then headed for the hotel, took the room and had his well-earned rest.

RESULTS: Some 45 men achieved the goals, but only 20 managed to get the passport numbers. One of them got the data of two guys.

Ba-Bump

A porter went up to Johann's room, and knocked.

In his arms he carried a rather large suitcase.

He had a rather lean build, and redish blond hair, and spoke in a high pitched foriegn accent.

Something could be seen bulging from his pocket.

As the door creaked open, the porter replied:

"Delivery for Captain Johann Sebastian, sign here please."

(A similar greeting would be given to all other members of the TWSP-SF, as this is a case containg further contact information)

Johann looked supiciously at the Porter, but didnt uncover his handgun, instead, he signed and took the package inside.

The porter took the clipboard from Johann and stated, casually:

"Nice doing business with you, Johann."

The porter quickly slipped the tazer out of his pocket and fired

He then stated to black bag and zip tie Joahann as he said:

"I'm very dissapointed in you, AJ Harris..."

The then captured Johann (and others) where brought to a waiting van and driven to a non-descript warehouse. It was cold and dark, men wearing black masks ordered the now concious members to stand, legs spread, kneeling, and head pressed hard against the cold walls of the building, still bagged.

Occasionally one of the men kicked one of the prisioners in the ribs to make sure he hadn't frozen to death, yet.

They had been captured.

(Will return to these people later, now to RP those who didn't reply with their real names to the porter, and still remmember their assumed names of "AJ Harris")

Meanwhile, only three men didnt answer with their real names. Two were to busy having sex, the other one had fallen asleep.

Meanwhile, only three men didnt answer with their real names. Two were to busy having sex, the other one had fallen asleep.

OOC:

Ouch...

Even one out of 5 completely untrained (though some are paranoid) Briish go-ers (Oddly, I almost directly ripped this spy trap from a british educational miniseries, and the bar scene from MI-6 basic training, as their techniques are rather well publicized [CIA and KGB are still as secretive as ever]) manage to remember their false identities when given one.

Oh well, Those three would be rounded up as they eat their contenental breakfast (drugged food) or are attempting to take a taxi back to base (Agents in taxis).

Just because I like having the IC all together and coherent for this RP (any 'real war' spy RP should be chaotic at all times, a lesson from Dephire may help with that... Though Deph is just naturally occuring choas and getting anything other than a random answer is rather random)

To the Batcave! er, warehouse...

Are Wanderjar's men simply sitting on their hands laughing as the Hurtians are running these men through their paces? Not very sporting...

The three men boarded separate cabs and departed for the base.

(BTW, Johann is going to call Amy, and then marry her later on the RP, probably when its about to end)

Each of the cab drivers (Hurtian Raider instructors with rather well designed disguises on) locked their specially modified taxi cab doors, locking the people inside the cab as they drove (shooting the driver won't do much good, as another modification involves bulletproofing the door locks and the partition in the cab), picked up a 2nd instructor with a tazer, who then subdued and bagged the agent in the backseat of each of the cabs, which then proceeded to the warehouse.

Now, to Johann's inerogation:
(If he keeps fouling up he will be dropped from the SF course, no goodbyes, just dropped off in the middle of nowhere with a few bruises)

Johann was kicked awake and brought to the office of the warehouse, which served well as an interogation chamber.

Inside where two men, a table, two chairs, and a light bulb, the cieling was wireframe, and ropes could be seen dangling from them, Johann is still bound at the wrists. And is only unbagged as he enters the interogation room. The windows are painted over with black paint.

The man, who just happened to look exactly like the porter, started first, by dropping Johann's (unloaded, but with magaine in it and action closed) service pistol onto the table.

"What did you plan on doing with this, and should I call you Johann, or Harris?"

A duffel bag lay in a corner of the room.

Johann spit on the floor before answering.

"I dont know what you are talking about, thats not mine! Im just a middle-class bussinessman, and you know the police will come looking for me!" he shouted

The porter replied to the insult by pistol whipping him in the jaw and pointing the now cocked gun at his temple.

"We found this gun on you, by the time police find this place you will be dead at the rate this is going."

A.J. Harris started crying.

"God, I've told you! My name is A.J. Harris, Im a middle class bussinessman!"

He looked at the gun with a scared look

"Please dont kill me! I have a family!"

He thought for a second...

"Perhaps you should see what is at stake before letting you put you and you men's lives in danger"

He opens the door, and hooks his hands up to a gantry crane, and lifts him over the warehouse. So that he could clearly see a row of 80 prisioners, kneeling, with their bagged heads to the wall, and being methodically kicked by men pacing around them.

"Some of those men, and women, are undoubtedky one of yours, while the others are innocent, if you continue to misbehave, we shall select members at random, take them out back, and shoot them. Understand?"

He then started to bring the crane back over the office platform, and let him hang there, is feet mere inches from the ground now, and the zip ties digging into his wrists.
He repeated himself:

"Do you understand?"

(OOC: did he carry identification on him? Who's name does it have?)

Harris was almost scared shitless by now.

"OH GOD, PLEASE DONT THROW ME! PLEASE! I TOLD YOU ALL I KNOW!"

"Send him back to the wall..."

Bag goes on...

Down the steps he goes...

Someone kicks him from behind each knee, forcing him to kneel...

Gun could be heard cocking...

The press his head forwards, against the wall...

They kick the man next to him...

Body falls over, stiff...

They drag the body away...

The sounds of another interogation can almost be heard over the laboured breathing...

Someone rips Harris's shirt off... The warehouse is refrigerated...

A gunshot is heard, loud and piercing... close by...

Johann aka "Harris" kept sobbing like a baby, though, he was thinking.

"I hope Im not overacting" he thought "Else I will fail yet again"

Some time passes (it takes awhile to interogate 50 people)

One of the 'gaurds' kicked Harris again, but this time said something, very clearly:

"Your turn again, Captian Johann Sebastian"

He then dragged Harris to his feet and led him back to the office.

The porter confronted Harris this time with a trail of papers stewn about the table, almost every single one stating "Johann Sebastian" or had his face on it, or both...

"We found these in your hotel room, now do you remember who you are? Or do we have to take another 5 of your men out back?"

Some time passes (it takes awhile to interogate 50 people)

One of the 'gaurds' kicked Harris again, but this time said something, very clearly:

"Your turn again, Captian Johann Sebastian"

He then dragged Harris to his feet and led him back to the office.

Johann kept acting like a scared child all the way to the office, it was not clear if this "interrogation" had officially ended, so he kept feigning.
After beign dragged inside, and having the papers shown, he burst in tears.

"I told you, someone must be setting me up! I dont even know what that stuff is!"

^ Edit ^

Edited too.

"Do you not recall, that when I addressed you as Captian Johann Sebastian, and said I had a package for him and him alone, you not only accepted the package, you signed his signature in front of me...

That either makes you, Johann Sebastian, or a spy, or both... So which are you?"

"Do you not recall, that when I addressed you as Captian Johann Sebastian, and said I had a package for him and him alone, you not only accepted the package, you signed his signature in front of me...

That either makes you, Johann Sebastian, or a spy, or both... So which are you?"

Harris blushed before answering.

"Well, you see, I know this girl, and her and I like to... uhm... pretend, you know? Foreplay *Cough* and stuff like that. We had agreed that I was to be an army officer and she a tied-up POW"

"I, see... except this letter was a fake, developed by myself to trick you. There is also a Captain Johann registered in the military, it just seems too convienent that this is all a coincidence. Also, I was tipped off by a reputable source within the military that I would find you at the hotel, in that very room."

He paused

"It just seems a little too much for a practical joke, and it would require your girlfriend, the military of The World Soviet Party, and the real Johann Sebastian to be in on it".

"I, see... except this letter was a fake, developed by myself to trick you. There is also a Captain Johann registered in the military, it just seems too convienent that this is all a coincidence. Also, I was tipped off by a reputable source within the military that I would find you at the hotel, in that very room."

He paused

"It just seems a little too much for a practical joke, and it would require your girlfriend, the military of The World Soviet Party, and the real Johann Sebastian to be in on it".

"Well, thing is I do know a Captain Johann, he was a classmate of mine in College, and, I should mention I was always a little jealous of his... wait, this is not my psychologist, I shoulndt be talking about this. Tell you what, check my pocket, theres a phone number there, its my girlfriend's, call her and say that Captain John will be coming soon, she'll understand. Oh, and dont tell my wife please, she is very... uhm... violent when it comes to matters of this sort"

He smiled...

"So, you really aren't Captain Johann... You don't know anything... we have no reason to continue questioning you."

"Guard, take this man out back and shoot him for wasteing our time..."

As Johann was pushed out the door, the Porter smilled and said to the other gaurd:

"Well, he wouldn't live long in a prision camp, but by golly, getting so much as the time of day from him is going to be impossable..."

Johann was pushed outside, the sun was high in the air, how long had he been in there? He was walked out to a beam planted firmly into the ground, pock marks showing it had been used many times before as a stake for the firing squad. On one side was a berm, and a pile of dead bodies, on the other side was a row of men carrying various cheap automatic weapons, the AR-550 and CFR-7 predominating. They wore facemasks and red armbands. A man offered a blindfold as he was tied down.

((I haven't had a chance to keep up with this thread, so just pretend I never did anything. I'm really sorry, TWSP. =( ))

((I haven't had a chance to keep up with this thread, so just pretend I never did anything. I'm really sorry, TWSP. =( ))

Me and Wanderjar decided to show off upon entry, I gave my group a tough time while Wanderjar's men were given latrine duty.

First practice mission in the field a success, Wanderjarian troops spotted getting silly in a bar.

Firs test a failure, but they appear to be recovering/learning from that mistake.

2nd test seems to pass, though not in the manner I originally expected...

Wanderjar's men decided to take a bakseat and watch my training program unfold...
Though I encourage him to try training his group at the same time.

Harris gulped, he knew this was just a test, but maybe, just maybe, he could be wrong. And that frightened him, still, he kept quiet all the time.

After blindfolding him, and others, somone acting like a commanding officer started bellowing orders in some obscure language, but the sounds that followed gave grim translation.

[Ready!]

[Aim]

[Fire]

Guns jam

[(After swearing profusely), reload!]

[Aim]

[Fire]

Bullets sizzle through the air, richocheting off of unseen objects. They missed...

The officer, shouts that the men leave, and goes walking in a line, shooting each man individually with a pistol.
blanks in pistol
Johann's turn...
he aims a little off center, to the left of is head, next to his ear
[bang]

He then continues on with the rest of the men.

Someone followed behind him, cutting down and removing the bodies from the stakes.
They shall be debriefed later (still bound)...

OOC: Did you really shoot him?

-.LOL---
^ ^ Look Up /w/ mouse ^ ^
La la la la, la la...
Otherwise, translate the Morse...

-.LOL---
^ ^ Look Up /w/ mouse ^ ^

Otherwise, translate the Morse...

Still doesnt answer my question O_o

Scroll mouse over (Highlight) my post(s), or change background color...

Scroll mouse over (Highlight) my post(s), or change background color...

I did, LOL doesnt answer my question.

Now try the post in question...

blanks... among other things...

Don't forget the very end...

Na na na, dum dum...

LOL was just a hint.

The officer, shouts that the men leave, and goes walking in a line, shooting each man individually with a pistol.
blanks in pistol
Johann's turn...
he aims a little off center, to the left of is head, next to his ear
[bang]

He then continues on with the rest of the men.

Someone followed behind him, cutting down and removing the bodies from the stakes.
They shall be debriefed later (still bound)...

[looks down]

Still have a little more to go, oh well...

Johann didnt move as he felt the man aim at him, he grinded his teeth when he heard the shot, expecting to just die immediatly, but he didnt. A little surprised, he stood still, hanging like a dead man would.

At the end of the little charade, he had the agents walked into anther warehouse, were they were told to stand as they removed their blindfolds, in front of them stood Sgt Gobechev, [the porter], with most of his plastic mask removed.

"Good evening, you have all successfully passed R2I (resistance to interogation) screening, you are now qualified to proceed on with the training program. Report to barracks and prepare for your next phase in training. Good luck."

The bruised and hurt troopers used a radio avaliable there to call the base. Soon, a truck came to pick them up and took them to the base, where they had a well earned rest and a hot meal.

Bump... thought it was Wanderjar's turn...

As that ICly was an entire day...

So do you want an 'easy' mission, or a 'hard' one.

One involves a trip to the city, another involves a trip to a real field of combat.

Or basic SERE and foriegn/exotic weapons training from the instructors?
(Which involves a very lengthy monolouge followed by a short 'mini RP' of SERE training)

Followed by 'Urban SERE'
(which culminate to dropping you off in some city (not necisarily TWSP, and may speak a foriegn language), and the instructors convincing the authorities you are an international terrorist and must be captured [prefferably alive, but dead is an option], it would then be your goal to make it back to the barracks under your own power)

That would be followed by the final mission, conducting a true SF mission within your borders, and not get caught (such as destroying an illegal drug lab or empty warehouse, or, prematurely demolish a decomissioned bridge [in other words, do something very hard to conceal, and conceal it, or at the very least, not get caught])

I got it, staging an assasination of Emporer Baker... in public... Then not beng caught...
And without Emporer Baker's knowledge.

Meaning you'll need someone to impersonate Baker, convince the world he is dead [so the real Mr Baker will have to be detained, he can have a laugh over it later; saying it was for him to see what exactly would happen if someone did kill him, so that they may improve upon it] and seek shelter [if you saw the old movie 'FX' or 'Mission Impossoble 3' (both movies involve staging the death of a crimminal for questioning), you'll have an idea or two already on how this is done (though you'll do it better)]

Bumpo

triplebumped

überBump

Bump

Bump for Wanderjar and Hurtful Thoughts

OOC: Sorry, Haven't seen this thing in awhile.


I'll post on it later.

OOC: Sorry, Haven't seen this thing in awhile.


I'll post on it later.

kk, dont worry about it.

Just posting...

Wondering if I should continue without Wanderjar or wait another week for him to catch up.

Just posting...

Wondering if I should continue without Wanderjar or wait another week for him to catch up.

Go on, post =p

OK, I see you are using Johann in other RPs, so I'll be very carefull not to get him killed here... Since this IS a training thread, and it shouldn't be my goal to kill cadets...

Bump... thought it was Wanderjar's turn...

As that ICly was an entire day...

So do you want an 'easy' mission, or a 'hard' one.

One involves a trip to the city, another involves a trip to a real field of combat.

Or basic SERE and foriegn/exotic weapons training from the instructors?
(Which involves a very lengthy monolouge followed by a short 'mini RP' of SERE training)

Followed by 'Urban SERE'
(which culminate to dropping you off in some city (not necisarily TWSP, and may speak a foriegn language), and the instructors convincing the authorities you are an international terrorist and must be captured [prefferably alive, but dead is an option], it would then be your goal to make it back to the barracks under your own power)

That would be followed by the final mission, conducting a true SF mission within your borders, and not get caught (such as destroying an illegal drug lab or empty warehouse, or, prematurely demolish a decomissioned bridge [in other words, do something very hard to conceal, and conceal it, or at the very least, not get caught])

I got it, staging an assasination of Emporer Baker... in public... Then not beng caught...
And without Emporer Baker's knowledge.

Meaning you'll need someone to impersonate Baker, convince the world he is dead [so the real Mr Baker will have to be detained, he can have a laugh over it later; saying it was for him to see what exactly would happen if someone did kill him, so that they may improve upon it] and seek shelter [if you saw the old movie 'FX' or 'Mission Impossoble 3' (both movies involve staging the death of a crimminal for questioning), you'll have an idea or two already on how this is done (though you'll do it better)]

I'm guessing the 'final mission' will instead be guarding that lil special box you have...
Aided by Wanderjar SF of course, as a safegaurd to prevent failure.

I'll start monolouge later when I've caught my breath... er... gotten rid of this writer's cramp/block...

I say, an easy field mission to start with.

BUMPO for PROHT

OOC:
Left off at... Wanderjar teaching basic + advanced weapons stuff...
(Mastering almost all weapons in NS existance, and teaxhng them how to learn really fast if they aren't masters)
And other 'technical' SF stuff (improvised weapons, safe handling of prisioners, traps, marksmanship, etc)


Don't know about stealth, improvised bivies, and scouting.
So I should cover that anyways, with an OOC link, cause I'm lazy.
Basics: Find, Fix, Flank, Finish. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_I0f6BoTqFQ) 1 (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rn7Vzo8iRDA) 2 (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EsklSG4h2HE) 3 (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gWgSmSTbnxA)
Sniping/scouting (http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-4521572679299554649)
What they are looking for: 1 (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Frg_jZ5gzkw), 2 (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rEY7nufV6yA)
(Bold, all caps notes are preffered, as it is more legable in the event they find you dead with your notes)

So that leaves me with that and handing out another mission.

IC:
Before rotating the groups from their Hurtian trainers to the GSG, and the GSG releasing their cadets to the Hurtian Raiders, they decided to brush up on the 'basics' for combat, mostly centering around GASN and CA affiliated weapons and tactics. Survival, escape and evasion came shortly afterwards, and involved mostly a stay in the woods as Hurtian raiders hunted them with paintballs.

Those who 'failed' would have been asked to try again, with live ammo, or leave.

Not many failed, some did fail, twice, others decided to leave while they still had a pulse, as things would only get harsher as time went on, and the Hurtians believed they were ready for live fire excercises, though political pressure from Minister Pinkerton (or Deputy Minister Gumbal) prevented this.

The Raiders focused intently on 'shovel fighting', mostly with pundjabs.
This was later translated to hand t hand with firearms an CQB. (http://www.angelfire.com/art/enchanter/drkcr.html)

Dealing with 'active camo' was also discussed, as it was well known an IIR or UV sensor may detect what is not apparent to the naided eye, or, the active camo could be 'overwhelmed' with light from flares, or smoke could be used t track their movement (smoke is pulled with the armor, this is how farts 'travel'), and a brief discussion of a paint that rapidly gives of visable smoke upon contact with air was also given.

They also taught the soldiers to rely less on high tech solutions, and to be able to use 'low tech' alternitives with equal ability (but generally more expense, as a flare is single use, an IIR sensor is multiple use) should their equipment fail for any reason; this included LOS commnication with heliographs/blinkers/flags, use of colored flares and smokes, use of certain gun reports (the noise a gun makes when fired) or lack thereof, air/ground signals, trail signals, and flags.

Tracking and stalking wer also taught, both for SERE situations, and more 'urban' conditions, such as hunting down targets hiding amongst the general population of innocent/unknowing bystanders.

Along the way, mind games and practical jokes ran rampant, mostly fueled by their instructors at first, it was hoped such things would becme self-sustaining, as it kept their minds on edge, to be kind and courtius to everyone they meet, yet always thinking of ways to kill everyone in the room with minimal risk/witnesses.

Likewise, the instructors didn't ask questions when a cadet showed up late, or in a disfigured uniform, badly beaten, or not at all. Occasionally, even the instructors had 'trouble' showing up in full uniform, or sometimes with a black eye.

Combat drills were mostly 'hunt/run excercises' with each section taking turns, and no two sections served together on the same side in the same place more than twice, in order to familiarise them with all the units capabilities quickly. They practiced in fields,mountains, forests, swamps military bases, and towns.

One day, a rather 'normal day' Mendez gave them a 'simple' task, naming their units...

That same day, Gumbal ordered the men ready to deploy within 24 hours, and he assured them, that they would be going overseas...

BuMp

The soldiers were fast to name their squads, and even faster to ready themselves for any mission.

Squad 1 - Alpha Squad "Red"
Squad 2 - Bravo Squad "Green"
Squad 3 - Charlie Squad "Blue"
Squad 4 - Delta Squad "Black"

BUMP

Did we ever finish this?

No, it didn't really end, and I threw out the course curriulum about a month or three ago.

Now I have to either remembert what the deployment was, or make a new one up.
Edit:

Hum...
Wanderjar didn't do too much 'training', did he?

Oh my,. wait, I still have Gorby alive and kicking?