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 Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2010 7:14 pm
Basic Training (reference)It was the end of the day out in the wasteland. The moon began to peek out of the horizon as a Brotherhood of Steel soldier went down into the ground for his final bout of training. A bunker was set aside for this one last obstacle course before the plunge, when this fine soldier was to be sent out to earn his name in the field. He was issued down a long corridor into the dim illumination, ending up in a small room with a metal door. In front of that door was his tester. His instructor-to-be was not the tallest, or strongest man, but he was respected enough to mold his flabby flesh into durable steel. He stood there in the armor of a Knight, a suit of combat armor that had been modified to provide better protection, stained in a dark gray. The Knight's helmet was off, golden hair cascaded from his head like straw. His eyes were also golden, like a cat. "I am Knight Azure and you are in my charge until you have completed my course."Azure's relatively calm voice echoed throughout the corridor. "Since I haven't had the chance to read your files, perhaps you would be so kind as to introduce yourself..."azureink Objective 1: Character Introduction.Please introduce your character in a post (minimum one paragraph). In your introduction, please describe any physical traits or mental quirks that your character has, the equipment they wear/use, and anything else you believe should be known about your character. The more descriptive you are, the easier it is for you and others to understand and visualize your character.
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2010 6:19 am
Barbossa
Barbossa stood silently for a moment. He was thinking of how to mouth his words. He wasn't the dumbest of his kind. It was the fact that he had no lips. His eyes glided downward towards the second pair of halo tags he wore around his neck. It gave him a sense of security seeing them there. His mind fluttered as he postured himself in the proper position.
Being a runt of his kind standing at a 7'4 he was built with a lean build. Still bulky for human-kind he was agile for his build as well as strong. He placed his large arm behind his back and clasped his hands together. He had to be wary of the spikes protruding from his hefty Mace Fist gloves. He looked as though he had a bare issueing of items. Across his waist sat a bandoleer of grenades. Each one marked crudely with a piece of chalk in his hand writing. Each one was marked with 'Smok'. He wasn't illiterate, it was the mere fact he could only read and write in phonitically.
He wore a tailored wraith uniform. It was scarred with burn marks as it was grafted together with older pieces of the uniform. Still it was a tight fit and had cuts in the seems around his joints for liberty of movement. The thick pads of leather wear supported by black straps with dull colored buckles. It was a quick release fitting for his uniform. The thick leather pads on his chest and shoulders acted as load bearing vests as well. Strapped onto his vest was a first aid kit. On it he sowed on a skull patch. For whatever reason was unknown.
On his thigh he carried a hefty looking machete to the normal man. Still, it took up his thigh. A sheath was buckled onto his leather padding. His midnight coloured armor matched well with his polished combat boots. His was quickly disciplined due to his simple nature. He always made sure to present himself according with his leaders. Although it was often known for him to be brutal with his fellow initiates. He had been often been mocked for his speech. He could speak as normal as the average wastelander amazingly. Sadly his mouth was with lips.
His equipment looked well maintained. Dark complexion worked well with this set up. It suited him, only training would tell if he could implement his equipment effectivly.
"I an 'Arossa', I an proud to serve. I joined in ser'ice to helt 'ake tings 'etter. I know 'aht its like out there."
He had a deep voice. The FEV virus had altered him with a unique strain of vocal cords. He had been known to have a bellowing roar. His jaw would dislocate and he would bellow an inhuman roar. It resembled often a Lion. Although most wastlanders don't know of such creature. His throat made a rumbling noise as he ended his sentence.
His black, pitless eyes looked eagerly at the Knight. His over dialated eyes blacked out the color of his iris. It was hard to identify his eye color from a distance. One of the most notable factors, probably the most intimidate to the non-combatant is his teeth. They where white and well polished. It was uncertain if he brushed his teeth. His front row of teeth consisted of sharp jagged dagger like teeth. He looked remarkably savage.
He presented himself as a tense person. He had a look of paranioa. As would any savage being would have in the wilderness of the wastes. His shoulders tensed up as he tilted his head to the side. His neck made a crackling sound as he stretched his spine slightly. He relaxed and slouched his shoulders slighty. His eyes did not leave the night. Although it was very hard to tell what he was looking at. As his iris would encompass a majority of his eye.
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2010 9:41 am
"Good. We'll see what you are made of then."The instructor turned and went up to the door. It opened and he ushered the Brotherhood soldier down a short corridor and into another room. Some straw-stuffed, burlap sack dummies stood around on metal poles. One such dummy stood off to the right, three more stood across the room, where a white firing-line was drawn on the ground several meters from them. Weapon lockers and ammo boxes lined the sides of the room where the dummies weren't. "Let's see what you can do against these dummies."Knight Azure said as he pointed to the lone dummy nearby. azureink Objective 2: Basic Combat.Basic Combat is divided into three sections: unarmed/melee combat, firearms, and throwing (usually grenades). 1) Unarmed/Melee Combat. In another post (minimum three sentences), approach the straw dummy provided, and strike it with either unarmed attacks or a melee weapon (you may use any Initiate ranked unarmed or melee weapon of your choice).
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Posted: Wed Feb 24, 2010 6:20 am
Barbossa looked at the dummy as the order was given. It was very tame for him. He'd often have to club his enemies to death his bare hands. He was a savage, an animal when he started swinging his large hands.
He stepped foreward to the dummy. He didn't want to impress anyone. It wasn't like he wasn't going to do the damage. He looked down at the straw dummy. His heavy foot steps could be heard echoing in the room. He puffed out his chest as he took in a deep breath. He assumed a fighting position. His right hand was drawn behind him with his left hand gaurding his face. He kept his elbow tucked and his hands were unclenched.
His eyes floated around his surroundings. The well lit room bothered his eyes. He blinked hard for a moment and shrugged off his feeling of being watched. It bothered him, almost as though he could always feel like being watched. His eyes stopped wandering around. It was time to engage in his favorite past time.
His right foot slid back. The grains of dust that littered the floor grinded underneath his heavy boot. The light from the rafteres gleamed off his smooth shaven head. His hands clenched as he prepared to strike. His knuckles let loose a chorus of crackles. He twisted slightly as he drew back his arm slightly. If the dummy could feel the heat from his breath it would quiver in fear. He let out a shout. As his right arm flew foreward. His foot trailed foreward to throw his momentum foreward.
"HA!"
The burlap sack dummy rocked back from the force. His fist planted itself in the 'face' of the sack dummy. His fist sank into the burlaps sack. His fist collided into the right half the 'face' of the dummy. He knew better than to place his punch dead center. He didn't feel like stitching his hand up from colliding into the metal pole. The burlap fabric tore under the force of his punch. Straw from the stuffed dummy scattered across the area surround ing the dummy.
He flex his abs and it felt like his whole body was following the motion of his desired result. He was having fun. He drew his right hand hand back close to his face. It was natural, the technique he was using seemed relative to boxing. His left hand drew up into an uppercut. His fist landed into the right side of the dummy. He seemed to be lost now. Almost instantly his intensity drew out his 'best' traits.
He drew up from the uppercut swiftly and he grabbed at the rest of the burlap dummie's head with his right hand. He swiftly, with ease, tore off teh rest of the dummies head. The adrenaline swelled up inside him. The rest of the head of the dummy flew towards the ammo and weapon case lined on the side of the walls. Straw stuffing scattered across the room to the left of the dummy.
Barbossa grabbed the collar of the dummy and swiftly began to drive his knee upwards into the dummy. He roared as his cheek muscles flexed upwards into a smile. Although lipless he still drew a stiwsted smile as his cheeks pulled back slightly revealing more of his teeth. The metal pole began to vibrate from the repetative concussion of his knee driving into the dummy. Eventually the belly of the dummy ruptured from the force of his knee driving into it.
He clasped the collar of the dummy. His fingers dug into the fabric and with a shout he ushered a messy ending for the poor dummy.
"RAAH!"
He riped the dummies front into two. The tearing of the burlap echoed in the room. Straw poured out of the dummy as it hung there, beleagured from the beating.
"Done... I'n Done."
He took another deep breath. His hands were still shaking from his own intensity. Although it was dummy, he knew through the training he had that he had to watch out when moments like these occur. He growled slightly as he drew his hands behind him and sqaured off his feet. He awaited his next tasking.
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Posted: Wed Feb 24, 2010 8:49 pm
Azure was always impressed with the raw strength of Super Mutants. He nodded to the Initiate as he completed his savage beating of the poor straw dummy. "Impressive as always. Your kind have a knack for this sort of fighting. I respect that."Azure stated before he motioned with his hand to bring the recruit over to the firing line. A table sat off to the side with an assortment of smallarms. Pistols to hunting rifles adorned the surface of the table. "Now let's see how well you handle a firearm."azureink Objective 2: Basic Combat.2) Firearms. In your next post (minimum three sentences), approach the firing line, and take aim at any of the three straw dummies provided (you may use any Initiate ranked firearm of your choice; if you choose a basic firearm without the burst feature, you will need to requisition one that does have that feature for the second part of this training exercise). First, fire some single rounds into the dummy(ies) of your choice. After that, you will switch to burst-fire mode and mow down a dummy of your choice.
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2010 8:07 am
Barbossa grinned at the comment that Azure had said. He knew the next task was the hardest. The last time he manned a gun it was much larger than the small rifles he was being placed to use. He felt more comfortable with the heavier the weapon. He felt like he could just simply feel the destination of the rounds.
He looked over to the weapons. He approached the table slowly as he peeled over to take a closer look at the armaments. His large hand palmed the pistol as he looked at it. He placed it back inside and grunted with displeasure. He continued on looking through the weapons. Finally he picked up an AK-47. Probably not the best choice, considering he already had a problem with aiming.
He checked the weapon to see if it still had rounds within the bolt chamber. He attempted to pull the trigger after the weapon was cleared. Only the tip of his finger, which struggled to slide through, was able to pull back on the AK-47. The resounding click as the bolt slid foreward caused Barbossa to wince. He never liked guns like these. Raiders always used them. He didn't like raiders... he really doesn't like raiders.
He took 4 clips and slid them into straps around his stomach that he put on himself. He latched them down securely and approached the firing line. He took a kneeling position. He was a terrible aim and figured he'd need all the help he could get. The weapon was still too akward for him, but he attempted to fire anyway. He raised the weapon on his right side and loaded it with ease.
"CRACK!"
The weapon fired. The single round found itself luckly as it grazed the target. He fired again and again... and again. Still no shot hit the target. "Stu'id..." He fired one more time and landed a shot right in the dead center of the face of the dummy. Straw shot out from the hole created by the bullet penetrating the burlap cloth. "Gun."
He lowered the weapon and looked over to Azure. He was quiet, if one had the keeness they could see the dissapointment on his face. He stood up and released the clip with expended rounds. He placed them back on the table and returned to the firing line.
"Did I do good?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2010 9:43 am
"Try reloading and using the burst mode."
The Knight commented.
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2010 7:45 pm
Barbossa looked back towards the target. He was determined to atleast show he had some prowess in firearms. He was familiar with the AK-47. Most of the time he would simply beat his enemies to death with the firearm. He was familiar with it's function of 'Auto'. He pulled back on the hammer and locked it to release the live round within' the bolt chamber.
He grabbed his 2nd magazine in the make-shift magazine pouch on his armor. The leather straps released as he pulled it out. The popped the magazine in and the bolt chamber slid foreward. He flipped the function switch to auto with his thumb as he brought the weapon up to his shoulder.
He took a kneeling position. He knew that if he used the training prior to the moment he'd be successful. His instructor took attention to his lack of ability to fire a weapon. He also took notice of his strength. He remembered to keep the weapon tight against the pocket in his shoulder. With a pull of the trigger he released a volley of rounds on the one target that fusterated him the most.
Rounds came blazing out of the rifle. His rifle was steady and as he adjusted fire with his tracers guiding his aim 15 of his thirty rounds gutted the dummy. He steady as aim onto the targets stomach and chest as straw shot out from the damage. He reloaded quickly and adjusted to the next target.
He was swift. Almost like if one blinked they would of missed it. He let loose another volley in full auto. His results were spectacular. He shot off the arm of this dummy and placed a couple rounds in it's head. Although rounds scattered across the room he still had results. He dropped another magazine and adjusted fire.
He loaded his last clip. The hammer slammed the cartridge into place. With an ease on the trigger and a good grip on the rifle grip of the weapon he let loose a lucky volley. The rounds ate up the dummy, bit by bit, it left little behind. The chest front of the dummy split up and hay slid out of the remains. If it had been a real target, it would've met a bloody demise.
He grinned at his results. Maybe he had a little luck, or maybe he was getting better. He knew better, he'd trust his instructors wisdom."Don't let it get to your head Mutie."
"I think thats 'etter."
He stood up and cleared the rifle. He picked up his magazines and walked to the table. He cracked his neck as he placed the weapon down. He was never dissapointed with himself when he got to use a weapon on full auto. He was just never a good aim. He felt safer feeling where he was aiming. No matter how messy it was, it was good enough for him.
He turned towards Azure and placed his hands behind him. He stood by the table waiting for his next command.
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2010 8:48 pm
You did well.The Knight stated before pointing to a box of grenades, then to the dying dummies. "Let us see if you can control your strength as well when throwing a grenade."azureink Objective 2: Basic Combat.3) Throwing. In your third post (minimum three sentences) of the Basic Combat training, you will retrieve a grenade of your choice from the nearby ammo box, and throw it at one of the three straw dummies that inhabit the same area that you used your firearm(s) on. Describe the explosion.
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2010 9:27 pm
Barbossa turned to face the table. He picked up the fragmentation grenade. His hand engulfed the small training grenade. He looked at it and winced. He grunted in distaste because he knew that he could throw them. He just couldn't get it down right at times.
He approached the firing line where the 'foxhole' like barricade was built up. The cement bricks piled over only three feet so Barbossa knew he had to duck down pretty low. The sand bags still had the 'battle scars' of previous initiates using frag grenades. He didn't want to get hit with any flying shrapnel so he had to throw it far. He wasn't fond of getting dust flying up too much. He stood, squared off to the targets. He drew his right foot back and pulled the pin. His speech was impeded, but he gave the call.
"FIRE IN THE HOLE!"
He drew the grenade back and pointed his other hand towards the middle dummy. The one that was a little bit more lucky than the other two. He paused for a moment and let the grenade cook for a moment. With a thrust of his arm the grenade glided in the air as graceful as he could get it to. With that he ducked quickly and curled up into a ball. He placed his hands over his sensitive ears. Even though the gunfire was loud it didn't bother him as much as the concussion of the explosion.
The grenade tumbled in the air and bounced off the 'shoulder' of the targets remaining arm. The grenade drifted in the air for a moment. Then it exploded. The thunderous crack flew through the room. The concussion rocked the dummies. The shrapnel tore apart the back of the middle dummy. The other two dummies suffered from the shrapnel as straw slid out the opposing arms. The middle dummy sagged further down on the pole.
Barbossa looked around nervously for a moment. Not knowing if he tossed it safely. Shrapnel from the grenade bounced off the small low barricade made by cement bricks. The sand bags on the outside soaked in the concussion from the explosion and a few pieces of shrapnel. He just knew that his old instructor taught him to cook it off. He always threw to hard, no matter how hard he tried. "Somtimes the best technique is the weapon, not the soldier."
He stood and placed his hands down to his sides. Looked around as the dust settled down from the explosion. The pieces of shrapnel littered the dummies. It was an almost well timed moment when the first dummy he fired at bursted with straw out of it's stomach. Barbossa had left a mess of the training site. He seemed to have a lot more luck than most.
"Lucky."
He said under his breath as he turned to face Azure.
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Posted: Mon Mar 01, 2010 7:29 pm
Azure ducked behind a gurthy support pillar as the Initiate threw the grenade. He emerged after the straw settled. After eying the capable destruction he bade the Initiate to follow him into the next room. "You have done well so far. Now for the next test."He led them into an even larger room than the first. This one was dotted with obstacles. Small hills, waist-high walls, oil drums... it looked like a miniature reenactment of the wasteland surrounding the Brotherhood compound. "On the other side of this world is the exit. If you can reach it undetected, we'll know whether your sneaking skills are top notch. If you can't... well, you can't.
You have already passed most of the parts that matter, so this is more of a test to see if you can sneak. This is to notify us of another ability at our disposal. If you want to give up, or don't care to go through this last part, you can say so now, or later on. I myself never cared to much about stealth.
You can't see him from where we are, but there is another Initiate on the other side of the room, his job is to find you when this starts.
Any questions?"azureink Objective 3: Stealth.You are ushered into a large square room with many small barricades to hide behind (ranging from boulders to stacks of barrels and crates). You start on one side of the room and the instructor starts at the exit. The objective is for you to make it to the exit without the instructor catching you. The instructor has to hunt you down and can't wait at the exit. This objective will take the form of an rp with many posts (minimum three sentences each for both participants). The objective is completed whether or not you can make it to the exit. The objective is not failed if the instructor catches you... not everyone is born a ghost.
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