Project Paladin (IC, MT, Closed, Teen soldiers thred)

[Phonencia]

OOC: we'll start off arriving at the base in separate vehicles.


vehicles

x2 Ironheart IFVs
x1 HMMWV


Ironheart 1: Phonencia, Meldaria, Bonnaful, Dimonaquid, Eirean Fe
Ironheart 2: Vandermire's characters, Stuffed Taxidermists, Al-Mumtaz,
HUMVEE 1: New Zepuha, Voik,

[Phonencia]

Highland Mountains,
Northern Phonencia

Ironheart Number 1 slowly pulled up the long winding, mountain road, the HMMWV and Ironheart Number 2 were following close behind. Inside Ironheart 1, Matt sat quietly, examining the other faces in the dark vehicle. It was 12:30 PM and there was no moon tonight. The IFV's lights were off inside too.
He finally decided to introduce himself, not wanting to seem unlike a Phonencian Gentleman. "I'm Matt."
he said quietly. The vehicles pulled up to a massive military base, a pair of Lyran Made Shadowhawks screamed in and landed on the airstrip. a large sign identified it as Camp Shelton.

[Phonencia]

AY-144 Assault Rifle

LY46 Hellhammer

L Cams, our standard BDU

Ironheart Light IFV

Shadowhawk Air Superiority Fighter, our special fighter jet for missions of high importance, meant to phase out the F-22

[Dimoniquid]

"James." He said, folding his arms. The boywas bald - no hair on that skull what-so-ever. James closed his eyes again, feeling the rumble of the humvee again. He sent his head toward his left, hearing the click. "Or Hammerhead if you want to go by codenames. So, breif? No reason? Just asked to gear up and get my ass up to here." He said again, eyes still closed. "In Dimoniquid, we knew our breif before we went on missions."

[Phonencia]

"I heard the Guardsmen talking about training. They'll probably run us through low level spec ops training."
The IFV pulled to a halt, parked inside of Camp Shelton. The door opened and a pair of Guardsmen motioned for the group to come out, using their Tac lights to illuminate the hard ground. A pair of guardsmen went over to the other IFV and the Hummer and motioned for the occupants to exit. Floodlights clicked on and lit up the large yard they were parked in. Matt stepped off the tall IFV, his boots making a light thunk and leaving a small imprint on the ground. The temperature was rather low, they were in the mountains after all, But he didn't feel at all cold. He extended his hand to help Carly down. Gotta make a good impression, I'd hate for them to think I wasn't a proper Phonencian Gentleman, He thought to himself.
She's pretty cute.

[Bonnaful]

“Aw thank you” said carly as she stepped down from the vehicle. She was not accustom to politeness because of her uncles and aunts house, and she was glad that it was coming back. She began to get chilly because of the low temperature and folded her arms across her chest. “Well it seems to be quite chilly out here” said carly as he began to walk with the group. She then thought to herself, this is going to be a long time with out her boyfriend back home.

[Phonencia]

"come on ya'll. This way."
The guardsman said quietly, motioning them to follow him into a small, well lit building.
"Try to move around a bit, it'll help warm you up. The mountains are especially cold this year."
He muttered, falling into stride behind the Guardsman.

[Eireann Fae]

Mary Jane disembarks the vehicle behind 'Carly', shaking her head at the girl's remark. "This isn't cold. I've laid my head to the concrete in far lower temperatures." She puts her hands in her jacket pockets and follows the guard toward the building. Despite her tough attitude and the soft cotton leggings and heavy jacket she wears, the girl still feels the cold kiss of frost nipping at her cheeks. Her face flushes slightly as a particularly powerful draft strikes her, touching her white flesh with a dash of rosy hue. 'Still,' she thinks to herself as she walks along, 'better here than on the street.'

[Phonencia]

Matt walked through the door into the building.
The guards pointed the group over to a large door that said briefing room.
Matt stepped inside and looked around. Metal folding chairs were set up in four rows of 10 and in a small open space in front of the chairs stood a tall man, a Highlander, with a mustache and glass eye.
He was Colonel Thomas Ryan, the CO of Camp Shelton.
They were about to be briefed on their purpose here.

[Voik]

as i sit in the room i wonder.........where in the hell am i

[Al-Mumtaz]

Ryuu followed everyone to the building.
He stepped inside and looked around. Then , he sat down on the chair.
He still keep silent. Not talked to anyone.
And he waited for the brief to start..

[Dimoniquid]

James shook his head. He sat down, clicking his head again. "Low level special operations? That's nancy-talk for 'pussy training', and you fucking know it. Out there, while you're scouting around, checking for things, someone is watching. There always is - rebel, or not. It's how I got into this mess. And this is nothing compared to Dimoniquid." He said, raising an eyebrow and unzipping his jacket. He studied the guard - composure. Stance. Where his weapons were - easily taken down. Carly. Girl. Blonde. How the hell could she be a soldier? Blondes were stupid, vain, and didn't deserve what they get credit for. Everyone else he could up with - her, he'd have to watch where he kept his weapons.

[Vandermire]

Alvarez stepped out of the Ironheart and yawned. The flight from Kasr Derth had been long, and the ride here had been even longer. He tried to remember exactly why he'd been sent to do this. Something about maintaining relations. Oh well. As long as it didn't involve him wearing any more damn carapace armor. He thought he sounded like a wimp, but 2 inches of solid Kevlar strapped to your vital points was not easy to wear all the time. He shouldered the bag full of his personal belongings and moved with the rest of the group.

Katie looked around. She had, for once, been able to get her parents out of her mind. She wore her fatigue jacket and blue jeans, but had her complete Guard-issue fatigues in her bag. She saw that there was another Imperial soldier here. Cadian special forces. Kasrkins, they were called in that province. She saw him looking at her, and she quickly gave him an angry stare. She stepped out of the Ironheart and looked at the others. There was one, obviously a Phonencian Highlander, with a glass eye and a mustache. There was one thing she really noticed, however: Colonel's insignia. She sat down in one of the chairs and began to listen.

[Vandermire]

OOC: Has this thread died out?

[Phonencia]

OOC: yes.

[New Zepuha]

OOC:Sorry I have been very busy, ill try to post tommrow.

[Bonnaful]

Carly crossed her legs and began to study the movements of the other people in the room. She had learn how to do this when her uncle had his friends over and she had to decide which one was going to try to make a move. She was able to look at james and tell right away that he was all business and no play by the way he acted and talked. He then looked at the other girls in the group and thought they were not as lady like, but they must be tough. Carly then thought to herself “Majority of these people are going to be good and will be hard to trip up or beat in a competition”. She then looked at James and said “What is this Dimoniquid you are talking about” with a simile.

[Phonencia]

Matt sat down next to Carly, a simple dead stare pointed at the colonel, waiting for him to begin.
He sat up ramrod straight, and tried not to slouch. The colonel began.
"You have all been chosen for several common reasons. Your parents were murdered by the rebels.
You all are extremely gifted, talented. You all could make excellent soldiers, if only someone honed your skills.
Which is why the Drill Instructors are here. Until now you all had no family but now you do, your life is now the army. you will all be the greatest special forces operators in the history of Phonencia. IF, you survive. tomorrow will be the most terrible, sheer, unbridled Hell any of you can imagine. I am Colonel Fox, but all of you will adress me as sir or Colonel. Now that you've all signed up, there's no leaving. We have an on base hospital so blowing your foot off will not get you out of here. There are two ways out of my Boot Camp, in a body bag or in a uniform. Now, run along to bed kids. You'll need your sleep."
He turned and walked out the door into the Command Center of the Base.
A Guardsman pointed the candidates in the direction of the barracks.
Matt hopped up and scurried across the camp to the massive barracks. There was a long row of beds next to each other with small tables next to them with drawers for personal belongings.
Matt placed a photo of his parents on his bedside table and stuffed some crap in the drawers before flopping into bed. He closed his eyes and began to drift off to sleep.


OOC: Thread: Beep...beep...beep..beep.beepbeepbeep BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP
Me: Rper's! hand me the Defibrilator! CLEAR!
ZAP!!!!
Thread: Beep...Beep...Beep...Beep
IT'S ALIVE!!! IT'S ALIIIIIIIIIIVVVEEE!!!!!!

[Eireann Fae]

Mary Jane smiles, coldly, while the Colonel gave his little introductory speech. This is exactly what I need, thinks the girl, images of her parents' car exploding in front of their home flashing through her mind. These guys will give me the training and the resources I need to kill the bastards that ended my life... After the briefing, she heads to the Barracks and takes the cot nearest the door, kicking her boots under the bedside table and tossing her jacket on top of it. She lays on her back, staring up at the plain ceiling, using it as a screen for the projector of her mind. On it, she saw training in stealth, which she already excelled at, having to make silent escapes through abandoned buildings and back alleys many times over the latter half of her life. Relatively new to her would be training with guns. She had shot a boyfriend's pistol once, a couple years back, taking three bullets to shoot the bottle set up on top of the dumpster. For the most part though, she much preferred her trusty bowie knife. The only constants in her life for the past eight years have been her grandfather's knife, and a friendship bracelet given to her by...

Mary Jane drifts serenely into slumber, seeing splendorous spirits of the past.

[Phonencia]

Matthew slowly drifted into a dream....


He stood in a field. A large grassy field, the green swaying back and forth in the wind.
His parents stood at one end, a Rebel gunman at the other.
The gunman raised his Kalashnikov to fire.
"MOM! DAD!!"
his parents couldn't hear him.
A loud, terrifying sound dominated his dream...
RATTA-TAT-TAT!!!
He flashed back to the field, as if someone had hit replay.
The same thing happened again, until he felt a tap on his shoulder just as the gunman raised his rifle.
He whirled and found himself staring into the dead, glass eye of Colonel Fox.
He tried to beg Fox to save his parents but no words came out.
Fox handed him an AY-144L Assault Rifle and pointed at the gunman.
Matt looked down and realized something.
He wore a Kevlar Helmet, Vest, and BDU. And he was clearly an adult now, rather than just a kid.
He stepped forward, fearing he'd end up slowly, shuffle across the field, but instead he sprinted in between his parents and the gunman.
A bullet hit him in the chest, but he felt like a brick wall. as if air had hit him.
He raised the AY-144 and laughed like a posessed man as he fired off round after round into the rebel, tearing apart his torso.


OOC: that pretty much foreshadows future events and gives an idea of how he feels. Like a helpless child when his parents died, and soon like a soldier when he completes training.

[Stuffed Taxidermists]

OOC: Sorry I have to pull out of this, I have no time unfortunately.

[Bonnaful]

Carly slowly sat on her bed and got all of her stuff and began to put her stuff on her table. She put a picture of her mother and father and her younger brother, and right next to that picture she put her boyfriends’ picture. She then pulled her legs up and put them on the bed and drifted off to sleep under the covers.

Dream
“Carly com here I got something for you” yelled one of her uncle’s drunk friends as he broke down her door. “Get away from me you drunk bastard” yelled Carly as the man began to forced himself on her. “Aw, don worry honey it wont hurt for long” said the man. Carly as she laid half way naked pulled a piece of class from the floor and stabbed the man in the arm. “You little whore” said the man as he pulled his fist up to punch carly. “No” yelled carly as she swiped the class across his hand only to see three dirty fingers come off. The man ran out of the room gushing out blood and on the verge of tears. Carly began to dress up and packed up and made a make shift spear and jumped out of the 5 foot window. “Run just run Carly” thought Carly as she began to run in with the spear in hand and book bag on back. She knew if she ever returned to her uncle’s house she would have to kill him before he kills her.

[Phonencia]

OOC: everyone keep doing dream posts until tomorrow.
then our characters wake up (When I have the DIs rear their ugly heads)
and Boot begins....MUAHAHAHAHA

[Dimoniquid]

"Dimoniquid? Home." James simply put, grabbing his bag and moving to the barracks. After grabbing a bed, he dropped his bag at the end, taking his jacket and shirt off, revealing wounds and fragmentation marks. After lying down, he began to fall asleep.

"Ah, sleeping beauty."

"I kicked your ass once, I can kick it again." James said, waking up. He was in a military hospital - he could tell by the sound of rumbling from where the planes were landing.

"Sergeant saved your ass. A few seconds later, you were being driven back to Camp Leon while firing a gimpy at the enemy." The private said, sitting down and handing James a drink of water. "How're you feeling?"

"Like I had a LMG fired at me with suppressive rounds. Either than that, I feel fine with a pounding headache." James said, taking a gulp. "Lets hope they figure out whether that IED was remote."

[New Zepuha]

The night was cold and the air sharp to the nose. The night of the Mansion assualt, when Janet lost all that she held dear.

There was a slamming at the door, strange for it being 9:08 p.m., only the generals would visit my father so late. When my father had gotten up to see he had told me to pack only what I needed and leave through the tunnels. With that I did as I was told, once I was finally preparing to enter the tunnel, I heard a loud shotgun boom, a man scream machine gun shots and another man scream. I shut my eyes as tears ran aall down them, a sudden female scream was audible as she shut the coded hatch to the tunnel.