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Post by PenguinNinja on Jan 16, 2014 22:18:26 GMT
"You look at me when I talk to you Private!" He waited for the man to move his head up and calmed himself. "Two hours. And behave." Rogers turned and left, scrolling through files on his tablet, trying to work out who would fill the other three members of the team.
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Post by Tonks on Jan 16, 2014 22:27:51 GMT
Miller looked Rogers in the eye, he always got pulled up for that. After Rogers left he stood for a few moments. "Wanker." He re-entered the mess hall with his arms open wide as if to announce his arrival. He walked up to his friends. "What you so happy about? Didn't you just get your balls ripped off?" One of his friends laughed. "I," Miller began, "just got requested for a mission. Balls and all!" His friends cheered as Miller flexed his muscles and pulled smug expressions.
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Post by Light on Jan 17, 2014 22:11:23 GMT
The gymnasium was filled with the sounds of soldiers at work: the telltale thuds of a combat drill.
The area was laid out with rubber mats, upon which pairs of trainees practiced hand-to-hand drills in preparation for their first big exercise in the urban combat simulation later that day. There was as usual a mix of regular soldiers and raw recruits taking part in these drills; everyone needed to learn the basics and some wished to learn the more advanced forms of unarmed combat.
Sergeant Natsumi Ayamoto walked amongst the various pairs of combatants, watching their technique and making silent judgements on who would be simply mustering out with basic and who had the potential to move on to the more advanced drills.
Natsumi was a proud woman of a civilian family who despite her upbringing had joined up with the military as soon as she had come of age. Both her parents being in the medical profession it had been hoped that she too would follow in their footsteps yet she had always wanted to serve, to protect both her family working up here and to be a part of the process of safeguarding Humanity in the long process of making Earth habitable again.
She'd worked exceptionally hard to get into the military and even harder once she had succeeded. Every day had felt like a battle and every day she'd striven to prove herself to the men of her unit. Making Sergeant had been one of her greatest personal achievements and she wore her chevrons with pride. Even so every day she woke up was a new battle to prove herself further. It had just become an instinct after all the years she'd worked for her position.
Natsumi was reasonably tall at 5'8" with light olive skin and mahogany eyes contrasted by a mane of blue-black hair which she kept in a neat ponytail tucked down the back of her uniform.
She stopped in front of a pair of regular soldiers taking the more advanced classes. "Your guard is too high." She placed a hand on his arms and brought them down a couple of inches. "You leave your midriff open if you hold that stance." To demonstrate she got him to raise his arms again and showed him how a more skilled opponent might exploit it to deliver a kick to his ribs. She remained a while longer until she was satisfied he had improved before moving on to the next pair.
This was where she was truly at home. Put a gun in her hand and she shot like any regular soldier; nothing special beyond the basic proficiencies everyone had to pass in order to get in. But give her bare hands or a close-quarters weapon and that was where she could tear people apart. That was why she was the instructor in both the basics and the advanced classes here on her home station for new recruits and regulars alike.
She stopped by another pair of promising students. "You're coming along well." She stepped onto the mat with them. "Show me how far you've come."
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Andaru
Goody-Two Shoes
I...like...cats...cos...they're...fluffy... The End
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Post by Andaru on Jan 18, 2014 0:42:53 GMT
"So whats the new doc?" Davis asked.
"Well Corporal you seem to be all but recovered, you have regained but usage of your hand and arm and you should be fine to continue physical training. I would avoid anything too extreme for a few weeks however."
"That's fine with me, thanks doc. Hopefully I won't have to see you again for a while." Davis said as he got up to leave.
"As much as I love visits from the soldiers I do prefer that they don't turn up as often as they do." She joked and continued her work.
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Playle
Talking In Your Sleep
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Deadly Sin: Sloth
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Post by Playle on Jan 19, 2014 19:57:44 GMT
She had returned to the officer’s quarters briefly just to make sure a few things were in order and to change into a uniform more suitable for talking to superiors than talking down to the cadets. She had caught a whiff of herself though – a shower was in order first, couldn’t be stinking like she was now in front of higher command. She walked into her private room which had “1st Sgt. Hernandez” inscribed into a brass plaque upon the door. The rooms for senior officers were large enough. Hers had a bed, a mirror, a footlocker and a bookcase filled with personal favourites.
She opened the footlocker to get her towel and other shower supplies. Tucked in the corner was a wrapped up Argentina flag, where generations of her family had lived. She unfolded the blue and white flag to reveal the photograph in a frame inside. An elderly man in a wheelchair, a humble old lady hunched over pushing the wheelchair, a younger version of herself, and a boy half her age. It was creased and had suffered wear and tear, but it was special.
“Padre… Madre… Julián”
She planted a gentle kiss on the photograph before wrapping the flag around it again and placing it into the footlocker once more. She headed to the communal officer showers and began to get ready for her meeting.
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Post by PenguinNinja on Jan 19, 2014 20:07:36 GMT
Rogers flicked through the files on his computer and stopped at Sergeant Natsumi Ayamoto. She was an excellent hand to hand specialist. He figured if he already had one guy who was good at guns, one at snipers then there wasn't any harm in having somebody skilled in hand to hand. He made a note of where she was, the gymnasium, and made a start to there.
Inside the room the woman was inspecting the other people's techniques. He stood close to the door and waved his hand over to her, indicating that she should approach him.
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Post by Light on Jan 19, 2014 20:12:58 GMT
She had just spent the last few minutes directly practicing with the two most promising of her students and finished congratulating them on their successes and advising them where they might make further progress.
Natsumi was just leaving them when she saw Rogers over in the doorway. "Officer on deck!" Her normally soft voice became a commanding bark that all those training would here. At her words, the pairs of combatants formed two lines facing Rogers and saluted.
Natsumi stood in front of her students and also saluted sharply before approaching as he had bid her. "Sir, can I be of assistance?"
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Post by PenguinNinja on Jan 19, 2014 20:23:06 GMT
Rogers nodded to the room, "As you were!" He waited until everybody had started practicing their combat skills again before he took a few steps off to the side. "There's a mission upcoming that I want you to be a part of. It's completely classified and there will be a briefing in two hours time. I want you there Sergeant."
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Post by Light on Jan 19, 2014 21:03:22 GMT
"I would be honoured sir, and thank you." Natsumi said to him, unable to stop herself briefly smiling at the prospect. This was a great opportunity from what Rogers had said; anything classified nowadays was something big and if the Major was personally selecting its members then this was a great chance for her.
"Where is the briefing taking place? I will make sure I am ready immediately."
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Post by PenguinNinja on Jan 19, 2014 21:08:45 GMT
"The main briefing room," he said and he nodded. "I'll see you then Sergeant." He turned and left. There was two spots left on his team and two more members of the military were in mind. Henley and Davis. Whilst both of them were privates they also held excellent records and excellent promises. He wanted them on his team.
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Post by Tonks on Jan 19, 2014 23:32:57 GMT
Sarah Henley, after eating in a different mess hall, had made her way to the running tracks. She wanted to beat her record tomorrow and so figured a bit of practice would be a good idea. She did her stretches and set off. Half an hour light jogging was her plan - get her muscles moving and warmed up.
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Post by PenguinNinja on Jan 19, 2014 23:49:32 GMT
Rogers checked his tablet and found that Henley had just been marked in as entering the running tracks. He made a start in that direction, nodding briefly to those that passed. Ten minutes passed before he entered the room and he stood at the starting line, waiting for the woman to come back.
When she passed him he held his hand out, "Henley! Over here!"
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Post by Tonks on Jan 19, 2014 23:53:36 GMT
Sarah stopped, panting. She began to worry. Had she done something wrong? Was someone dead? She never thought of the most rational reasons for things. She jogged back to Rogers.
"Yessir?"
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Post by PenguinNinja on Jan 20, 2014 0:08:38 GMT
He smiled warmly at the woman, "Relax Private. I'm here to ask you to join a team I'm putting together. Classified mission. We're meeting in the briefing room in two hours. Will you be there?"
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Post by Tonks on Jan 20, 2014 0:39:10 GMT
"Wow, sir." Sarah was relieved and flattered. "Yes of course! I'll be there, sir!"
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