- RP Date
- 40.4
- RP Location
- Fort Ingestrie on Tatiana
Soldiers from across the Star Army sat packed into the tiny transport. Some were fresh faced soldiers, just out of Basic, a few were Junior NCOs and officers ready to test their metal. As a mustang who joined the Medical Corp, Vec was among the oldest of the trainees.
After graduation, the newly minted Wilson-Shoi's request to rejoin the 171st Combat Rescue Squadron had been met with a strongly worded suggestion to instead report to Fort Ingestrie for Advanced Infantry School first. A direct conversation with his old CO Fujiwara Koda, now a Chusa, left him even more confused. He wasn't the only one from the 171 being sent to the new AIS program, nor would he be the last. They seemed to be rotating every combat element of the squadron through. Something big was on the horizon. At this point they were rumors upon rumors, but according to Fuji, the scuttlebutt was that people up top were planning a big reorg involving SAINT and Rangers and stars knew who else. Somebody wanted CSAR units in the mix and apparently the 171, arguably the most high speed CSAR team in the entire army, still needed more juice. All of that was fine with Vec, he'd spent his entire enlistment jumping at the toughest assignments, but he wasn't a young man anymore. The last twelve years at Star Army Academy of Military & Medical Sciences had honed him into one of the Empire's finest healers. If he still had what it took to survive the next eight weeks, he'd emerge as one of the Empire's finest killers. The time imbalance, twelve years vs. eight weeks, wasn't lost on him.
Becoming a healer was harder than becoming a killer. He'd been a killer before enrolling at SAAMMS.
As the transport's ramp dropped and his fellow trainees began to disembark.
"Welcome to the Fort Ingestrie..." said a member of Cadre at the foot of the boarding ramp "You will proceed t to the crimson footprints in a fast and efficient manner. Now get off my trailer and form up!!!"
Vec started in a trot, but as he saw some of his classmates take off in full sprints, he double timed it. Duffle still slung over his shoulder he slammed to a stop on a pair of red footprints. Out of habit he threw his left arm out parallel to the deck as a spacer and dropped it to his side. Trying not to pant, he stood at attention, with his eyes at the middle distance.
Maybe he'd been wrong about healing and killing.
@demibear
After graduation, the newly minted Wilson-Shoi's request to rejoin the 171st Combat Rescue Squadron had been met with a strongly worded suggestion to instead report to Fort Ingestrie for Advanced Infantry School first. A direct conversation with his old CO Fujiwara Koda, now a Chusa, left him even more confused. He wasn't the only one from the 171 being sent to the new AIS program, nor would he be the last. They seemed to be rotating every combat element of the squadron through. Something big was on the horizon. At this point they were rumors upon rumors, but according to Fuji, the scuttlebutt was that people up top were planning a big reorg involving SAINT and Rangers and stars knew who else. Somebody wanted CSAR units in the mix and apparently the 171, arguably the most high speed CSAR team in the entire army, still needed more juice. All of that was fine with Vec, he'd spent his entire enlistment jumping at the toughest assignments, but he wasn't a young man anymore. The last twelve years at Star Army Academy of Military & Medical Sciences had honed him into one of the Empire's finest healers. If he still had what it took to survive the next eight weeks, he'd emerge as one of the Empire's finest killers. The time imbalance, twelve years vs. eight weeks, wasn't lost on him.
Becoming a healer was harder than becoming a killer. He'd been a killer before enrolling at SAAMMS.
As the transport's ramp dropped and his fellow trainees began to disembark.
"Welcome to the Fort Ingestrie..." said a member of Cadre at the foot of the boarding ramp "You will proceed t to the crimson footprints in a fast and efficient manner. Now get off my trailer and form up!!!"
Vec started in a trot, but as he saw some of his classmates take off in full sprints, he double timed it. Duffle still slung over his shoulder he slammed to a stop on a pair of red footprints. Out of habit he threw his left arm out parallel to the deck as a spacer and dropped it to his side. Trying not to pant, he stood at attention, with his eyes at the middle distance.
Maybe he'd been wrong about healing and killing.
@demibear
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