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Post by Raes Maihan on Oct 1, 2005 18:26:54 GMT -5
New arrivals will be greeted by their commander here. After they are massed, the commander will dismiss them and they will be taken to their quarters. Decription: The legs of the transport greeted the nervous recruits with a thud and a sudden jolt, as the massive weight of the craft was set on those legs. They would grab their bags and be ordered into a line, the hiss of an airlock being released would quirk ones ears if he was unprepared for the sudden sound. That gentle thud of timid booted feet across the platform and onto the steel deck of what appeared to be a hangar. It was monstrous, appearing 2000 by 4000 feet. Following those distant walls, an observant eye would notice the roof that seemed 300 feet overhead. With a ruffled texture to it, the very same walls that carried your eyes up, carried them back down to the floor, where mech, and vehicles of all sorts sat, unused, and a strain to maintain in their inactivity. The recruits will be separated into squads, an officer will be assigned to lead you. Due to lack of officers in these desolate times Commander Raes Maihan, will be taking a squad for himself, the poor devils he takes under his wing better be willing to learn and ready to bleed, and sweat.
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Post by jormandur on Oct 3, 2005 2:27:54 GMT -5
He looked around the space ship as it came to a stop. He was wearing the usual trainee outfit he wore two blaster pistols in a holster on each side of his waist. He had black hair that was usually spiked and a small gotee. He walked down the hall to a large room. where a guard told him to wait for someone to take him to his quarters so he took a seat. And waited patiently looking at all the other trainees llke him but there weren't many.
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Lou
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Mechanic/Technician
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Post by Lou on Oct 3, 2005 19:35:16 GMT -5
Lou was arse up in the guts of an old mech's cooling unit. She was balanced on the tip of her right foot. Her other foot, waggled about every now and again as she stretched further. Both feet were encased in sturdy, standard issue black works boots. Occasionally a gloved hand would appear questing about on a tray for this tool or that, only to reappear when the tool had been used. The tray was laid out as neatly as any surgeon's kit. Her posterior was covered by a pair of standard issue, did nothing for it, mechanic's coveralls and would be shoulder height for the average sized person.
Lou had had an epiphany in her sleep after talking with a new recruit from Esgareth. The recruits gear was an excellent piece of engineering designed to keep the recruit from over-heating. Esgareth natives had adapated to the frozen nature of the planet. Other "normal" temperatures would kill one of them. The epiphany had been using a modified form of liquid nitrogen. well insulated tubing and some good ol' fashioned duct tape. If her theory worked, she'd not only solve a vexing cooling problem; she'd also be able to ressurect the mech the unit had been coming from, thus saving it from the salvage heap.
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Post by tenebrae on Oct 3, 2005 19:43:58 GMT -5
As the transport came to a halt against the docking platform Tenebrae retreived his belongings which consisted of the rifle, armor, and a shock pistol, all of which he was given at the completion of his training, The rifle resided in an aluminium case, The shock pistol was holstered at Tenebrae's waist, and the Battle armor was in a suitcase, Tenebrae was also clutching a peice of paper with the details of his commanding officer, and where to meet him.
Tenebrae stepped off the transpost and onto the dock, looking around he noticed he was not the only new arrival, a great many of small groups were being formed as teams of people were being introduced to their commanding officers, Tenebrae walked over to where he was supposed to meet his Officer and waited.
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Post by Raes Maihan on Oct 3, 2005 20:17:27 GMT -5
Raes had been examining an old mech hidden away in the corner of the Docking Station. It stood twenty or thirty feet tall easily. And years ago he was behind the controls, using its size and strength in battle. He smiled a little bit and stepped to it, resting a gloved hand on the leg of the mechanical beast.
“Osiris, my friend, one day we will join once more…”
Raes had done most of his own mechanical work on the giant, many a night the roving guards caught the noises of maintenance going on in the docks. They looked in and seeing the black haired lad deep in his own thoughts continued on. Only one man did he trust nowadays with its upkeep, Lt. Reyes was fairly new to the Academy, but he was commendated over and over by his CO's for his job as a mechanic. The man would be here soon enough to check the systems and make sure things were in order. Sighing a bit he looked to the transport as it landed with a solid thud.
He heard that all too familiar whoosh of the doors of the transports. “Another group of miscreants” he shook his head and sighed. He moved towards the group of younglings gathered there. Many were from other colonies, he couldn’t yet tell if any or Goth’s(Alagoths) from his home world. The only difference between them and humans was their eyes anyway.
Only two people within these walls had every seen him without that helmet, one hadn’t realized it and one was sworn to secrecy. It was perfect, he chuckled a little bit and it sounded muffled and metallic under the protective gear.
“Greetings!”
One of the Captains that had taken one of the squads stood at attention, “Atten. Hut!”(Attention! for the military-impaired) “Officer on Deck!”
Raes simply raised a hand, “Greetings recruits, I am General Raes Maihan, the Commanding Officer of this school”
He now paced infront of the groups of young men, and some women, most were from varying planets. He saw a few humans mixed in, but not many. No Algothians, and to his surprise an Esgarin. He was happy for that fact, Esgarins were incredible soldiers, even though they wore those odd suits to keep from burning up in heated climates.
“We are a bit short of Officer’s so I will be personally taking a unit. I feel sorry for the poor devils I pick…” He smirked a bit, “You” he pointed to Tenebrae, “and You” a gloved finger points at jormandur. “Also a mechanic will be assigned to your squad, they will be responsible for vehicles that your unit uses. Your weapons are not their responsibility, and do not take a dirty weapon to the Quartermaster and ask him to clean it; that will be part of your training.”
Raes smirked a little bit and although it remained unseen it would be heard in his voice, “Each recruit has to check in at the Med Ward, the doctor will get all the paperwork filled out, then you will be shown you Quarters. There is a schedule of your day on the boards in your rooms, I don’t suggest staying up late”
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Post by Aisha Croft on Oct 8, 2005 19:04:56 GMT -5
If this metal head thought she was going to salute he seriously needed to think again. She only saluted one person, and that was herself. Arms folded over her middle, she looked like a punker boy. Messy cut short blonde hair, pilot honed muscles. She wore a simple, snug black tank top tucked into belted black pants. Calf height boots were strapped and housed twin, high polished, relics. Ballers. Cherished weapons salvaged from Earth by an ancestor of hers before the planet was abandoned.
One would be surprised at how effective those old time weapons were against all this new age armor. Their suits were designed for laser fire, and the like. Not lead bullets. More times than not they had saved her hide in a pinch.
Fingerless gloves were pulled snug on slender hands before those fists were shoved into the pockets of an oversized jacket that concealed her curves.
A toothpick rested inbetween petal pink lips, the flick of tongue within the confines of her mouth shifting it now and again.
To polish off the tom boy image, a hat was tugged over her tousled blonde locks.
“Sheesh, nice welcome…..Hired hand has to get a medical check up….”
Index finger and thumb removed the toothpick from her lips and flicked it into the nearest recycling bin. A shrug of shoulder was followed by the hefting of a supply bag over her shoulder. Two fingers tugged down the bill of her cap in the closest thing to a salute Raes would get out of her before she passed and carried on to follow others towards the Med Ward.
“If the doctor is a man….I’m outta here….”
A muttered grumble spurned from past encounters. Not being fond of men to begin with, it took a bit for her to willingly associate with them any more than she absolutely had too.
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