NT-6922
Dark Siren
Natassia sighed at the line of troopers present in front of her. When she asked a Captain if she could get the troopers to work more efficiently in close quarters, all he answered was that she'd need to do it in the "free time" zone of time. And so a high amount of boys in white declined the offer to shape themselves into even more efficient soldiers -which she could understand, really. But it still irritated her to no end. There was just about seventy men and women before her now out of the one hundred and forty-four whom were strongly invited to come, forming three ranks, all standing to attention. She had displayed all of authority for this one; there would be no stepping out of line. That, she would make sure of herself.
"You've all made the first step toward survival", she finally said after leaving them basking in the heavy silence of the ship's gym for over a minute. "You joined up this side program to perfect yourself. And in that, you might just survive where others won't."
The ancient trooper let her sentence sink in, passing back and forth in front of the ranks, holding her hands behind her confidently, her helmet resting attached to her belt, letting all of them see the stern determination painted across her face. "You will sweat, you will bleed; you will take a beating when you're here. But you'll emerge more able than your lazier, fatter buddies who all decided to get themselves a cold beer instead."
Nodding in the direction of the first rank, eight sergeants stepped forward, silent as they awaited the next order. Contrarily to the other troopers, they wore a bulky type of Imperial armor, whereas their troops were simply outfitted in their fatigues. Only the Lieutenant wore her combat armor.
"I have already trained your squad leaders. Your objective for today will be to work as a team to win against them in close-quarters combat and capture me. You are free to use anything you know; however, there are no rules. A random rebel isn't going to let you prepare your guard for a fistfight."
Snapping her fingers, she signaled the squad leaders to lower their visors, and so they made a circle in the center of the gym, the mass of stormtroopers surrounding them, chatting nervously, waiting for Natassia's mark. Bringing her wristpad to her mouth, she activated the link to the gym's speakers and spoke the words.
"Now."
Everything turned into a huge brawl. Most of the troopers didn't have enough training into this field, and it was over in but a couple of minutes, as Natassia whistled loudly in the pad, the sound spreading through the almost entirely white room from the speaker system.
"As you surely noticed", she said calmly, still standing in the middle of the circle, untouched, "despite the fact that you outnumbered these sergeants greatly, you still managed to fail. There is no shame in that; although I saw a couple of you working together to bring down a couple of them, which I do commend. But the mean of this demonstration was to show you how much you need to learn. Now that you are humbled, you will be divided into teams, each and every one led by one of you - someone you will have to decide. After all, if you lose your sergeant in combat, who will lead the rest of your lot? You have thirty seconds to be prepared until the sergeants lead you to the different training areas."
Finishing her sentence, she shut down the broadcast subroutine and watched as the troopers bickered, argued, discussed, evaluated each other, and, all in all, tried to figure out what to do in such a short time. Already the sergeants were closing in, while she herself pressed a button, activating the different courses; close quarters combat with non-lethal weaponry in a simulated, enclosed environment, hand to hand combat in a restricted area, and, the ultimate challenge; the King of the Hill.
Sighing, she looked down at her wrist display. Such a long day it would be, but she was happy to know that she contributed to something useful.
[member="Zesiro"]
"You've all made the first step toward survival", she finally said after leaving them basking in the heavy silence of the ship's gym for over a minute. "You joined up this side program to perfect yourself. And in that, you might just survive where others won't."
The ancient trooper let her sentence sink in, passing back and forth in front of the ranks, holding her hands behind her confidently, her helmet resting attached to her belt, letting all of them see the stern determination painted across her face. "You will sweat, you will bleed; you will take a beating when you're here. But you'll emerge more able than your lazier, fatter buddies who all decided to get themselves a cold beer instead."
Nodding in the direction of the first rank, eight sergeants stepped forward, silent as they awaited the next order. Contrarily to the other troopers, they wore a bulky type of Imperial armor, whereas their troops were simply outfitted in their fatigues. Only the Lieutenant wore her combat armor.
"I have already trained your squad leaders. Your objective for today will be to work as a team to win against them in close-quarters combat and capture me. You are free to use anything you know; however, there are no rules. A random rebel isn't going to let you prepare your guard for a fistfight."
Snapping her fingers, she signaled the squad leaders to lower their visors, and so they made a circle in the center of the gym, the mass of stormtroopers surrounding them, chatting nervously, waiting for Natassia's mark. Bringing her wristpad to her mouth, she activated the link to the gym's speakers and spoke the words.
"Now."
Everything turned into a huge brawl. Most of the troopers didn't have enough training into this field, and it was over in but a couple of minutes, as Natassia whistled loudly in the pad, the sound spreading through the almost entirely white room from the speaker system.
"As you surely noticed", she said calmly, still standing in the middle of the circle, untouched, "despite the fact that you outnumbered these sergeants greatly, you still managed to fail. There is no shame in that; although I saw a couple of you working together to bring down a couple of them, which I do commend. But the mean of this demonstration was to show you how much you need to learn. Now that you are humbled, you will be divided into teams, each and every one led by one of you - someone you will have to decide. After all, if you lose your sergeant in combat, who will lead the rest of your lot? You have thirty seconds to be prepared until the sergeants lead you to the different training areas."
Finishing her sentence, she shut down the broadcast subroutine and watched as the troopers bickered, argued, discussed, evaluated each other, and, all in all, tried to figure out what to do in such a short time. Already the sergeants were closing in, while she herself pressed a button, activating the different courses; close quarters combat with non-lethal weaponry in a simulated, enclosed environment, hand to hand combat in a restricted area, and, the ultimate challenge; the King of the Hill.
Sighing, she looked down at her wrist display. Such a long day it would be, but she was happy to know that she contributed to something useful.
[member="Zesiro"]
