Private Unity Through Combat

[Gida Luroon]

Gida Luroon looked over the troops assembled in the training yards, all of them freshly graduated full members of the Krayiss II Militia, they were not destined for reserves, nor part of the million rotating through the third legion. These troopers were designated for additional training; no designation given to them yet, though the top 25 would be given the opportunity to join the Crimson Oath, should they survive the intense training, troops so elite that they stood outside the chain of command, answering only to Darth Morta herself, a similar situation as General Luroon found herself in.

To facilitate a better training regimen for these advanced troops, Gida had requested seasoned soldiers from an elite formation, the Death Drop. She had hopes that with the hard-won experience from the do-or-die method of on-the-job training, the Death Drop would be able to prepare her troops for the real battlefield, not just what the base commander thought the battlefield would be like.

Gida herself was eager for some proper combat training with a veteran; she trained hard and drilled regularly, but nothing compared in her mind to fighting with someone who had to use these techniques to kill and survive.

Tag: Jacen Breska

 

[Jacen Breska]

THROWDOWN​

WEARING:: Jacen’s Second Legion Armor
EQUIPMENT: DC-902d
LOCATION: :: KRAYISS II ::
TAG: Gida Luroon

Proper military.

Jacen had almost forgotten what that was like. It was a shock to him and the other Droppers with him when the assignment was passed down the board. Instructors. Trainers. Help show new recruits what was to be expected of them if they wanted to not only join but survive the more extreme units and assignments The Sith Order had to offer.

A nice break from the usual of cosmic horror and city burning. Not that the last one wasn't always a hoot. So as soon as the assignment came down the line, Jacen and a few other troopers immediately jumped on it, snatching it up before one of the other teams could, much to the jeers and good-natured chagrin of the other DropTeams.

"Enjoy burning up in your pods on the way down!" He'd always yell back whenever they'd say he was going soft. One of the others even jokingly asked if Jacen was a Passenger now. An insult in the DeathDrop that drew many sarcastic gasps from the group as Jacen left, flipping a very rude gesture to the crowd as he boarded his ship.

Passenger. DeathDrop slang for anyone else in the military who rode a nice, comfy ship down to the battlefield instead of hot dropping in their pods. No DeathDrop would seriously call another one and not expect a fight, but everyone likes a break from the chaos of battle every now and again.


So now here they were, Jacen and his three squadmates, standing just inside their landing craft as it came to a halt over one of the many training yards of Krayiss II. The boarding ramp lowered, and in perfect formation and unison the four DeathDrop descended, stepping off and approaching the Commanding Officer as the Ship ascended again and went to go find more permanent landing.

Actual officers, Jacen thought to himself as him and his team saluted General Gida Luroon . It was almost like seeing a mythical creature to the DeathDrop outside of their own Officer Attaché's. It was easy to forget that, despite the name, there were more then just Sith in this empire.

"General, sir," he snapped to complete attention, "TK-710 and DeathDrop Squad 'Dreg', reporting as requested, sir!"

He looked over, through the viewport of his helmet, at the prospective soldiers. Hard to believe anyone of the Droppers looked like them, once. He wondered if any of them, as it stood, would have survived Woostri before he cast the question away. That's what he was here for.

To help make these troopers the type that would have conquered Woostri singlehandedly.



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[Gida Luroon]

Gida watched as the lander touched down across from her assembled troopers, watching as real seasoned soldiers descended the ramp. Only a single squad of the Death Drop, though that wouldn’t be too much of a problem, most of the training would be in lectures and demonstrations rather than one-on-one or small classes.

“At ease soldier.” She said after getting a good look at the one, TK-710, or as the dossier the Death Drop sent said, Jacen Breska, who looked to be in charge. "And welcome to Krayiss II."

Behind the small group, the entire regimental-sized formation was doing its best not to gawk at the Droppers, and failing spectacularly, the dented, chipped, and scratched armour that had seen combat on more worlds than anyone in the formation had ever imagined they'd visit.

Gida turned to the assembled soldiers and, with a pair of lungs that would make a Rancor jealous, addressed the entire formation without artificial amplification, "Training Regiment Cresh! Reassemble for group PT at 1400! The next six hours are free time, but no one leaves base! Training Regiment Cresh! FALL OUT!"

"If you don't mind, Dropper Breska, I've been looking to get some real hand-to-hand experience against a combat vet." Gida said, signalling him to walk with her. "I've had the best trainers that we could get our hands on, but they can't give the kind of knock-down, drag-out, kind of experience that comes from someone who's had to fight to save their life. Do you mind accompanying me to the training rings for some sparring before you bearly have time to blink between lessons and demonstrations?"

Tag: Jacen Breska

 

[Jacen Breska]

THROWDOWN​

WEARING:: Jacen’s Second Legion Armor
EQUIPMENT: DC-902d
LOCATION: :: KRAYISS II ::
TAG: Gida Luroon

The bewildered stares and silent...he didn't know if admiration was the right word but it's the one that made him the happiest to apply....admiration of the training cadets brought a smile to Jacen's face underneath his helmet. Fresh faced recruits staring at what they could possibly only assume were living legends. Certainly leant weight to this growing cockiness inside Jacen, it helped make real all the good feelings he felt about the work they did in the DeathDrop. Something to inspire. He saluted the General as she welcomed him and his team, "An honor to be here, sir."


He looked around, observing the sights of the military compound. It felt oddly comforting. Familiar, safe, and refreshingly mundane. But his head shot back to the General's when she mentioned wanting to spar with him. He cocked an eyebrow inside his helmet and nodded, "Aye, sir, I'd be happy to help."

He smirked underneath his helmet and said dryly, "If you want real, I'll give ya real, Sir. DeathDrop fights dirty. We very much hold the thought there's no such thing as honor on the battlefield. We fight to win. We fight to hurt. If you want it real, you'll get it."

Jacen looked down at his armor, then back up at Gida, "If I'm wearing this, it's not going to be very fair. But it'll be very real. But you'll likely get some hurt on you. And we can't have you limping in front of your cadets later," He chuckled, "Do you have any spare uniforms or gym clothes?"

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[Gida Luroon]

"We should be able to get something your size pretty easily," Gida said, noting that he didn't appear to be outside the usual human male proportions. "After all, the point is to learn to fight the man, not the armour."

She shifted her objective from the hand-to-hand training facilities to the equipment storage. As Gida led Jacen around, he'd be able to get a feel for the base's layout. It would feel like it was built on the same basic specifications that most other long-term bases were made from, just adapted to the local conditions, and everything seemed new, too new, none of the wear and tear that would come from years of use. Just one of the many things, if someone knew where to look, that quietly showed just how green this army being built here was.

Tag: Jacen Breska

 

[Jacen Breska]

K R A Y S I S II​

WEARING:: Jacen’s Second Legion Armor
EQUIPMENT: DC-902d
LOCATION: :: Kraysis II ::
TAG: Gida Luroon

Jacen ordered the rest of Dreg to hold position. Or at least, not to follow him. They'd take in the sights, dazzle the recruits, do whatever they felt like without making too much of a nuisance of themselves while he followed a half step behind the General. The state of the facility was something Jacen noticed immediately. Either it was brand new or the recruits here scrubbed every bolt clean nightly.

He hoped it was just brand new. At least then he didn't have to worry about a thermal detonator being rolled into his sleeping quarters.

Jacen gave a curt nod to the general when she stated the point of the exercise. Of course, it wouldn't rightly be 'sparring' if he threw her around thanks to his armor. And it didn't show off any skill.

Tactical superiority through tech was important, Jacen figured that first hand on Serenno. But that wasn't the point here. This was for skill only. If you taught your cadets that only the biggest stick mattered they wouldn't appreciate it and would neglect the only weapon that truly did matter: Themselves.

Jacen was here to train them. Make them better. Not good enough, the best he could. Then Tech would add on top of that.

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[Gida Luroon]

Gida took Jacen to one of the many unit quartermasters so that they could get him set up with proper sparing gear. He'd been right on the mark with the assumption that Gida didn't want to train her troops to mindlessly think that the best gear was all that mattered when in a battle. To a degree, having the best tech available was a huge advantage, but good tactical ability and creative application of whatever resources were on hand could make a fair shot at evening the odds, if she wanted troops to mindlessly use the "Big Stick" aproach, Gida would have just requested to have her soldiers replaced with battle droids.

She turned to the quartermaster as they arrived, seeing the militiaman nearly salute her before remembering that saluting indoors unless part of a ceremony or presentation wasn't proper procedure, and choosing to ignore the near slip-up said, "Find this man some proper exercise gear, and while you're at it, find some for the other Dropers on base they may need it as well, I'll sign the them."

Gida pulled out her datapad and swiped to transmit a heavily censored version of the Death Drop troopers' dossiers, just enough to get them proper gear and waited for the authorization to issue gear forms to come back to her.

Jacen Breska