The Elegy

[Trajan Golovkin]

"I picked a bad outfit... kark it. I've been through worse"

Moving with a purpose. It was a phrase everyone who was ever a soldier has heard in his lifetime at least twelve thousand times. When given the order to gear up Trajan moved like it was an actual attack going on and it needed to be handled like such. A dress uniform... it wasn't necessarily the most tactical thing ever so Trajan literally ripped it off and kept the briefs before suiting up all the while keeping communication with Ororo and Lucien and given that Galter had taken command he listened carefully and followed closely on his six o clock. The mission was rather simple, don't get killed and reach the flag before the other team... Hell it even sounded fun. Locking a loading before entering chopper Trajan equipped his trusty goggles on and nodded to Galter. "Roger that... Names Trajan. I'm no killer, I'm a mechanic" he ended with a chuckle before pulling out a very well hidden and small bottle of Balmorrean Whiskey, taking a swig and passing it to him. The hard liquor shot calmed him down to the point where he was now focused, not too much booze but enough to take a mission down to a level where it wasn't stressful. "Hope that changes soon, i'm open to leadership if you are down to square me away"

While thinking over what Alexander said he kept one thing in mind. 'The Forests up north'. Foliage, tree cover, possible uphill fights, extremely good places for ambush and cover and concealment. Good stuff for the hunter really bad karking stuff for those hunted and in movement. They would have to keep moving and moving. Trajan looked down at his AR weapon and frowned, looking over at his teammates and then back at his weapon. "I would have preferred something..." He pondered for the right word before saying. "Bigger and belt fed"

[member="Xandari Eriss"] [member="Lucien Galtier"] [member="Alexander Ontonas"] [member="Marcus Itera"] [member="Tyris Hayes"] [member="Ororo Zeshrul"] @Norin Terrek
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[Tyris Hayes]

Tyris hobbled his way over to the locker, securing his personal weapons inside before dawning the armor. He could not walk at the moment, he had long forgotten how, but he could atleast move faster, even with his cane. The armor looked ratehr utilitarian, but it would be useful, at the very least. The assault rifle they gave them was like the old training rifles they used back in the Zenithian military. It was basically glorified laser tag, with blanks instead of live rounds. He did not prefer these types of weapons but he would use them regardless. He was good with almost any gun anyway.

He listened as the young soldier offered to lead, Tyris almost broke out in laughter, this young kid thought he was hot stuff. Tyris was like that at one point, when he was truly young he thought he could rule the world, he thought he was the best thing since the hyperdrive. He might not have been then, but now, he was pretty damn good, but he was no god. He felt the need to whip this kid into shape, toughen him up a bit. It was for the better, or at least Tyris thought.

"I've been doing this a lot longer than you kid, I got this." he said.

He looked at what seemed to be his team as he geared up, this was going to be a mess. He had an overconfident kid, an antisocial, awkward lizard, and one good merc. The merc had some humility, that was a good thing, the rest of them would need to be whipped into shape.

"Now all of you are going to learn what it really means to be a soldier. I've been fighting all my life, I was raised from birth to join the military, and I plan to fight til the day I die, you are going to learn what it means to be a soldier, or die trying."

He looked to the young soldier.

"Well then you're feth out of luck aren't ya son? Deal with what you got, and don't worry about what you don't, that is one quick way to end up in a body bag."

"Come on, we have a job to do."

[member="Trajan Golovkin"] [member="Norin Terrek "][member="Xandari Eriss"]

 

[Norin Terrek]

Norin made his way toward the locker before he opened it he rubbed the palms of his two hands together, hoping the gear would be more than just a pile of some cheap run down pile of trash, like everything else on Lorrd. When Norin opened the locker, he wasn't disappointed. The gear was far from the most advanced of the time, but it would do its job well, especially during a simple practice round of capture the flag. He then dawned the armor, it was more comfortable than anything he wore while doing contracts, that was for sure.

Norin met up with the rest of the group, who were an odd bunch, to say the least. The one that made Norin nearly cringe was the overconfident mechanic, or whatever he was. One of the gruffed up war veterans then began to whip them all up into shape. He then nodded at the Veterans response and waited for the group to get prepared.

"Ready when you are."

[member="Tyris Hayes"] [member="Trajan Golovkin"] [member="Xandari Eriss"]

 

[Darth Arkanus]

He walked into the party a little late, his black visor turning as he looked at everyone, walking up to the man in charge, which seemed to be [member="Alexander Ontonas"] he handed the man a card. All the card said was "CPT. Darson" then a redacted name followed by the word, "Military" then as they looked underneath it would see the words, "Retired Special Forces for Hire." While the man read the card he stared around the room with his helmet on, purple eyes coming out of the mask, they weren't his but they were meant to scare, with the LED on his helmet lighting up, he could do this all over his helmet if he wanted but he just kept it as it was.

Looking around he noticed members joining teams and getting ready. He simply walked to a bench and swung his T-21 from his back and took it apart and cleaned it analyzing it with his HUD and making sure it was spotless before resembling it. This whole process took less then a minute as he sat there with his rifle laid across his lap as he stared at the far wall waiting for him to get picked up by a team or for him to just go on his own. He had heard the rundown when he had walked in so he no problem about what they were doing.

Images played in his head as he lost focus for a second, a dead woman laying on the floor, a pool of blood around her, a loud scream filled his ears and the sound of a young child sobbing. He shook the thoughts from his head, he couldn't remember, he wouldn't. But he knew what he said was a lie, he would always remember, he had to, it made him who he was, who he had become. He had no choice now and he knew it, these sensations filled him, combat was the only thing that could fill him anymore.

[member="Trajan Golovkin"] | [member="Norin Terrek "]| [member="Tyris Hayes"] | [member="Marcus Itera"] | [member="Xandari Eriss"] | [member="Lucien Galtier"] | [member="Ororo Zeshrul"] | [member="Alexander Ontonas"]