Corruck Kazen
Time is the Essence
Lanteeb was a world relatively safe from galactic powers and relatively quiet for the most part. Corruck figured that it was a good place to work. At least he hoped that the area he had chosen would be devoid of people enough that the training he had planned would not be interrupted by people. The men he had been given to command in the Consortium were hardly trained enough to handle what he had in mind. They struck him as guns for hire, some of whom had watched too many holovids.
The thirty men before him were all lined up, though the row they were supposed to have made was about a meter wide. While it would have been deplorable in any true military, Corruck decided to let it go for now. To pretend that he was not a military person was to be making quite a lie, he intended on making these people into at least a acceptable unit. They would probably hate him, he was fine with that for the short term. He planned on getting these men into very good fighting shape, given time of course.
Corruck made sure the suit's helmet was properly secured and that the course he had prepared was still holding up. He had hoped for some rain to make it more muddy and difficult to traverse, but this would work fine. "Alright men, we will start with some push-ups, I was one hundred, two for whoever complains! Get to it." The men dropped, some more quickly than others. It would be interesting to watch these men slowly become more efficient killing machines, to become real soldiers. Then they would be good for the Consortium.
[member="Vincente Zann"]
[member="Nixara Zann"]
The thirty men before him were all lined up, though the row they were supposed to have made was about a meter wide. While it would have been deplorable in any true military, Corruck decided to let it go for now. To pretend that he was not a military person was to be making quite a lie, he intended on making these people into at least a acceptable unit. They would probably hate him, he was fine with that for the short term. He planned on getting these men into very good fighting shape, given time of course.
Corruck made sure the suit's helmet was properly secured and that the course he had prepared was still holding up. He had hoped for some rain to make it more muddy and difficult to traverse, but this would work fine. "Alright men, we will start with some push-ups, I was one hundred, two for whoever complains! Get to it." The men dropped, some more quickly than others. It would be interesting to watch these men slowly become more efficient killing machines, to become real soldiers. Then they would be good for the Consortium.
[member="Vincente Zann"]
[member="Nixara Zann"]