RP: 4th Fleet (NSN) [Mission 3.3] Winds of Change

Here, outside of bootcamp, Sebastien really wasn't quite sure what to make of this reaction. After all, he had walked up and given all the proper military hoopla. The salute, the sirs, the explanation of who he was right before presenting his datajocky with his orders.

In boot this would typically just be a means of razzing the marine. Telling him he had to be louder or some such thing. Here, Sebastien just wasn't sure. Regardless, the training had been 'forced' into him and he could only think of one way to respond and that was with more gusto.

"Sorry Sir! As I said, Sir, Private Third Class Sebastien Murinae reporting for duty, Sir!"

He'd hope that this was the correct reply given the Captain's rather intimidating...features.

The parole officer gave a silent salute to the receptionist behind the desk and proceeded to walk directly out of the building, quickly and quietly. Alrik stood there, not moving out of attention until they told him who to take the papers and data jockey too. While it was old fashion to keep information on paper instead of inside a handy dandy datajockey, the law enforcement agencies had both ways of keeping data, one on paper and the other on their jockeys. Alrik took the papers under his right arm, keeping it snug against his ribs and saluting the receptionist, he waited and proceeded over to Captain Murdoch with the folders and datajockey in hand.

Waiting until the other marine finished his introduction, Alrik snapped to attention and stated his introduction with a firm salute, " Private Thrid Class, Alrik Wolf, reporting as ordered, sir." His voice was appropriate for indoors and his eyes narrow and straight, focusing on something behind the Captain.

Lisa thanked the quartermaster, took the ammor and left. Kurt and that other guy came soon too. It did not took long and they were in Fun House with loaded gun. Lisa hel her IAW in hands and cocked it. She did no recive any shotgun shells so she did not bother puttin under-slung shotung on the gun. She had fore-grup and holosight on the rifle and was ready go shoot stuff.

"Okay mates, we are team here. What's your name?" she looked at the guy Murdoch sent with them. "Well how do we proceed now. Go left?" She asked others. She was no officer and she did not want to tell others what to do. One thing was clear, going through middle in cubicle office was suicide.

Running up the middle of this floor is asking to get flanked, thought Kurt, who had his IAW at a mid-ready stance, foregoing the use of the pistol grip but keeping his holographic sight. Even a boot isn't that retarded.

"Lets take the left side of the floor first! Most people are left handed, so when we take the left side of the floor first and move to the middle, the guys will be caught off-guard." Kurt had to painfully curl his toes inward, almost to punish himself for saying something so retarded.

Couldn't they have given me a fucking Sergeant's uniform before I left OutSec? Motherfucker...

((Sebastien))

Captain Murdoch took the datajockey from Sebastien with his right arm. Its proximity to Sebastien showed just how well made it was. It had the contours of a muscular, organic arm but seemed to covered with thick grey plating with none of the characteristics of many roughshod, poorly designed pieces. Even scarier were the sharp, pointy finger tips on Captain Murdoch's fingers.

"Hm." The big man was still going over the datajockey. "And what do you intend to do for my Marine Corps?" he asked when Alrik Wolf appeared.

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((Alrik))

Murdoch frowned, taking the sheaf of paper and the datajockey. Papers. The man was carrying his life story on paper! There were more important things going on than that! Secret orders, sealed information, charts mapping possible routes for raids, and this man had a paper copy of his time in jail.

"Cadet Wilson, burn this. It's sensitive material so make sure its destroyed properly," Murdoch said, passing the papers to a passing Navy Cadet. Wilson, who looked younger than Alrik, saluted and took the papers away.

"Right, how long were you in jail?" Murdoch asked Alrik.

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((Lisa, Kurt and Tyrellius))

"Anyday now, Privates! The clock started when the opened..." the instructor overseeing the course shouted at them.

"Let's move!" Lise said and moved in checink hall in front and quickyl looking at left waving for another to follow why she covers. This was not really her thing. She did not really like CQB. She would rather be in city ruins or in woods. Although there you really won't know from where the bullet will come flying.

Alrik continued his pose at attention after the cadet took the stack of papers from his hands and proceeded to carry them off. His narrow face and thin lips gave a cold appearance to the captain, no ill will was meant towards the man, it was just his look as he stood at attention. " Three years, sir." His voice was staunch for a moment, as he cleared his throat afterwords. Alrik was not ashamed of what he had done, but you always felt lower escaping from your sentence to live a life in the military, short or long as it may end up being. Alrik hoped for the latter of the options, he had no intentions of dying a grunt.

Tyrellius glanced at Lisa, "Tyrellius." he said simply. "That's my name." and without further word he took out his weapon and checked it, making sure the ammuntion was loaded correctly so it wouldn't jam. He stood beside Kurt as he checked his weapon, then looked up. "Alright, time's against us. We have an unknown number of hostiles and possible hostages." He shot a glance at Kurt, "And I'm right handed, by the way." He let a half smile cross his face, then turned back to studying the room ahead of them.

His eyes traveled around the room, noticing shadows and crevices in the walls. This isn't going to be easy... Sighing he nodded to the others and stepped up next to Lisa. "Let's go." Raising his pistol he took two steps to the left and forward and scanned for a target...

Kurt glanced down at Tyrellius checking his weapon and fought the urge to tell him that it should have been loaded and ready before Lisa started moving. Nothing kills a fireteam more quickly than unpreparedness.

But hey, what do boots know?

"Roger that," Kurt grunted out and followed Tyrellius, hugging the left wall of the staging area, and stacked up behind Lisa and him on the wall directly in front of the staging area.

Aiming his rifle down the left hallway, Kurt used his non-dominant hand to reach back and slap Tyrellius on the thigh, indicating he would be ready to cover the next hallway as they breached the room in front of them.

"You're still moving slowly, grubs! This isn't a silent operation! You should be fast, hard, loud! The longer you take, the more time the opposition has to react and set up a counter-attack!" the instructor walking above them on a catwalk yelled.

Facing the trio was a blind corner and a series of doors running down a perpendicular hallway. All the doors were shut and no sounds could be heard from any.

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"Three years? Took you that long to figure out that enlisting was a better idea? And what are you gonna do when you meet your squad? Make your own little gang? Undermine the sergeant's authority?" Murdoch asked with an accusatory growl.

Boot Camp didn't break gangers, in Murdoch's experience, it merely gave them the skills to continue their bad habits. Admiral Valken had been clear about that whatever informality or bad habits that incoming recruits had were to be excised from them. 4th Fleet had been made Nepleslia's vanguard elite and it would not be well for Nepleslia's best to conform to Yamataian stereotypes of them. National pride was at stake.

What the Admiral wanted, Captain Murder would make sure the Admiral got.

"Fuck this shit," Lisa said an speeded up. So this was a course telling people how to get easily... she should have figured. She ran up looking into hall right ready to fire short burst there. But she did not stop aiming to breach the doors in front with her shoulder first and surprise anyone inside. If it is speed they wanted, she will give them speed.

"Sir! As my commanding officer that is up to you, Sir! Though this marine hopes to do what he was trained to do, Sir. Kick ass in the name of the Democratic Imperium of Nepleslia and its people, Sir"

What else could he really answer? This was the military after all. Did they really care about a marine's desire to make a better life for himself and for his family? Or future family? Did they care it was a means to explore places he'd dare not previously dream of, see things he'd never before be able to imagine?

If his time in bootcamp was any indicator then no. After all, bootcamp made marines, not philosophers. Gave him purpose as a marine. To think, act, talk, walk, and crap like a marine. He didnt know how it was for older marines but he was here to do some marine-ing.

Tyrellius follows Lisa around the corner, weapons raised, eyes searching for a target. His finger is ready over the trigger, if something is there he'll be ready...

Alrik stood there, still at attention and looking past the Captain. He simply stated, " No, sir." While there were subtle signs of the captain's provoking of Alrik by insulting where he came from, Alrik tried his best to hide his emotions.

Curtis just stood there at the corner, watching as his two squadmates approached him at his corner. However...Lisa appeared to be charging the door directly to his left, with Tyrelius following her as well. With him covering the hallway to their now-right, it would be bad if he were to break concentration and grab Lisa's shoulder and pull her away from getting peppered by body breaching a room that she did not know who was in.

However, your average newbie Marine didn't know any of this crap, and instead of reaching out to stop Lisa and Tyrelius from charging into a room, simply stood at the corner and held his position.

((Lisa, Kurt and Scamp))

There was nothing in the hall to their right. Lisa slammed into the door, knocking it open. Inside was a human shaped cardboard cutting of a mother with a child. From the number of holes in it, many trigger happy recruits had been by.

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((Seb and Alrik))

Murdoch turned to face Sebastien with a predatory grin. "You'll do, Private. Go downstairs and speak to the techies about getting a PA combat sim in. Dismissed."

Back to Alrik. "That's supposed to convince me? It wouldn't convince my dead grandmother that she's dead!"

Tyrellius held his fire, recognizing the targets for non-combatants. Quickly he scanned the room for any hostiles, not seeing any he turned back to the hall and moved into position a couple yards down from Kurt. Then cautiously approaching the next door he waited beside it. He knew not every room would be empty. They got lucky with the last one. This time he would stand beside the door and be ready to shoot inside from a position of cover. Glancing back at Kurt and Lisa, he took a breath and turned the handle, pushing it in, but keeping back so as to be out of the line of fire if anything was inside.

Lisa aimed at mother with child at first but she had good reactions so she did not fire. Pilot always needs a good reaction and she was a good pilot. And even though her piloting years are done now, her reflexes are still there. She then scanned the room for any other threats, even checking behind the doors. "Clear,'" she said. After that, Lisa returned into the hall and staying there to cover it while gesturing to Kurst and Tyrellius to proceed.

Alrik started to become agitated with the captain's attempt to provoke him, but in his mind he knew it was a test to see how well Alrik would stand up in the military. Yet, having already gone through the abuse and disregard for emotions in boot camp, he had been prepared to face such torments against him. That did not stop his agitated from shaking up the cool exterior he posed and the sealed bottle within him. His feet shifted for a moment as the boots pressed against his toes, causing a small cramp. Alrik continued to stand at attention, and using his ability in humanities, he replied, " Yes, sir."

((Fun House))

The door refused to budge. It was obviously locked.

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((Alrik))

Murdoch frowned again. "Join Private Murinae in the sims. Pair of you against one of the combat sims. Dimissed," he said, waving away Alrik and turning his attention elsewhere.

Unknown to Alrik, Captain Murder was not yet ready to give up his attempts to break down the former ganger.