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Post by murazar on Mar 29, 2010 17:57:34 GMT -7
Murazar was sitting in his office finishing up one of the many sets of massive paper work that he had to finish up. He heard a call from his phone, he hit the speaker button before initialling medical preparations for new recruits.
One of his security officers spoke through," Sir, a young man thats been identified as squall said he was recruited by you. Do you want to come down, before or after the physical?"
The only reason the security officer bothered to ask the question, was because sometimes his paperwork prevented him from going down there. "I'll be down there shortly, just start without me. I'll be there for the truth and lie detector." He responded, a affirmative was given and he said he'd start it up.
A few hours later he made it down to the ending of the truth and lie detector. He waited by the door in his suit with congratulations in order since squall didn't fail his testing. If he did then he would have left ealier.
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Post by Squall Miyazaki on Mar 30, 2010 1:29:39 GMT -7
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Squall allowed himself to sleep past seven in the morning before getting up to wash and dry his clothes before he went to find the organization’s office. Knowing The Fox would be there kind of made him want to show up early rather than wait until later. He’d most likely be inside anyway considering his vampiric state. Putting the key on the long chain he had about his neck and grabbing the things he figured that he’d need – including the Glock that he’d been told about just in case. If he got in trouble this time, he was on his own. Then he left the apartment.
He found the place fairly easy. Once he got there, of course the guard wanted to give him a bit of trouble about seeing the people in charge but eventually he was allowed inside. He took a seat in the lobby to await whoever was to meet him. It took only a few minutes, no more than thirty at the most, for someone to call him back. It appeared that The Fox was busy with paperwork and would be down later on. The guy took him to a room to do the physical and then hooked him up to a lie detector machine. Course he passed the test. He had nothing to hide so why wouldn’t he have passed? After the test was over, he was free to go. Walking out of the room, he saw the director standing there. ”Well, I passed,” he said. He wondered what he was to do next.
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Post by murazar on Mar 30, 2010 13:55:39 GMT -7
Murazar held out his hand, "Congratulations. Since you picked Adroit and your a Jay. You'll be known only during the companies time as either Adroit, or Adroit Jay. Likewise for me except i'm The Fox or simply Fox. Now we're going to begin your weapon and tactics training. Then your done for the day."
He motioned to walk beside him as he walked to a different elevator. One that went down to the range, well it was more than a range. It had a training course mock-up that was set up for a urban and forest enviroment. That was today anyway, it depended on what he ordered made there.
He smiled half-way pleasantly at squall, from the bags in his eyes he wasn't getting much sleep. Which to him was normal, his job was only getting harder and he still had his combat duties. You did have to lead by example, and his example was by a high amount of experience. Which mean't it was in his opinion a very good example.
At least for the combat and administration part. The technical stuff wasn't his type of work however. So he pretty much didn't do it, no bad examples needed. He looked to hsi side bringing his mind back to the matter at hand. Range then tactics for him.
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Post by Squall Miyazaki on Mar 30, 2010 15:22:18 GMT -7
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Fox held out his hand which Squall shook. Were vampires always this cold to the touch? "Congratulations. Since you picked Adroit and you’re a Jay, you'll be known only during the company’s time as either Adroit, or Adroit Jay. Likewise for me except I’m The Fox or simply Fox. Now we're going to begin your weapon and tactics training. Then you’re done for the day." he said. Honestly, Squall was ready to go to work if The Fox had wanted him to. But if he said he was done for the day that just meant that he would get more stuff done around the apartment.
They walked down to the range, which looked like a cityscape to him. Fitting it seemed as they were in a city to begin with. ”Anything in particular you want me to start with?” Squall asked. The Fox looked tired, or maybe that was just a vampire thing. Either way, the boy was up for whatever the director wanted to throw at him. He had passed the first part with nearly flying colors but his forte was bladed weapons. He had good aim but hadn’t shot a gun in his life so he could only hope that he passed this part as well. Then there were the tactics that he would have to learn. He waited for his boss’ order as to what to do first.
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Post by murazar on Mar 30, 2010 16:00:39 GMT -7
Murazar smiled as they took the elevator down eight floors and then into the enormous basement. Once they reached the firing range, what looked like a city almost. Albeit one that looked nothing like london. It looked more familiar to someone of his day and in america to boot.
Murazar replied as he unlocked his personal locker next to around a hundred other lockers next to the range all lined up agaisnt a wall. He pulled this pistol and rifle out along with live ammunition and walked squall over to one of the closest range booths.
He spoke calmly," I'm going to show you how to shoot, how to think when shooting, and then safety rules. Understood?" He moved closer up to the booth, laid the clips down on it, and after aiming held his breath. He fired off three rounds, all three hit the center target. However it was too far for a human too see very clearly so he hit a button next to him on the wall and it brought the target shaped like a person forward.
Two rounds were embedded in where the eyes were, the third was in the heart. His aim was perfect, it wasn't hard when you had all the time in the world to shoot standing at a target that didn't move or shoot back. He took the magazine out of the clip and the bullet from the chamber, setting the mag down after reinserting the bullet he hand the gun to squall. The barrel was facing the ceiling.
"Aim down both iron-sights, line the center of the sights to the area you want hit. Balance the gun evenly, hold it like I did, now steady your breath. When you fire breath out, breath inbetween shots. Also when you hand any weapon to me, make sure the barrel is facing the ceiling or the ground. Also make sure if its not under combat conditions there is no ammo in it. Lastly, if I call for you or give you any indication to stop or get your attention. Hold fire, and then turn your head to me. Do not let the gun off the target, also do not flip the safety."
He talked as soon as squall held it, each instruction was delivered as soon as squall tried or did complete one instruction. He pushed his fingers and hands along with the rifle differently to match up with squalls height. The gun was modeled after the hk-416 so it was a very reliable and accurate weapon. Which is why he had it.
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Post by Squall Miyazaki on Mar 31, 2010 17:18:30 GMT -7
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Two of the rounds were embedded where the eyes would have been. The third was dead center of the chest area, right where the heart would be for a kill shot. Damn this guy’s aim was dead perfect! Course the target wasn’t moving nor firing back at them, but some people couldn’t even hit that let alone in the spots he had hit. Fox took the magazine clip from the pistol and the lone bullet from the chamber. Laying the mag on the table and replacing the bullet, he handed the gun to Squall, gun barrel pointing to the floor.
"Aim down both iron-sights, line the center of the sights to the area you want hit. Balance the gun evenly, hold it like I did, now steady your breath. When you fire breath out, breath in between shots. Also when you hand any weapon to me, make sure the barrel is facing the ceiling or the ground. Also make sure if its not under combat conditions there is no ammo in it. Lastly, if I call for you or give you any indication to stop or get your attention. Hold fire, and then turn your head to me. Do not let the gun off the target, also do not flip the safety." Squall took in everything he said. He knew the part about hoe to hand the gun back to someone. These were dangerous weapons and to be treated as such. Disrespect of any weapon, he had been told, was suicide.
After they had reset the target, it was Squall’s turn to shoot. Once he had his sights lined up and level where they needed to be – or at least where he felt they needed to be – he fired at the target. Though only a single shot, it hit a vital point – right between what would have been the eyes. That was only pure like and a tiny bit of skill being his human eyes weren’t as sharp as the vampire’s. He handed the gun back to his boss, barrel pointed at the floor as instructed.
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Post by murazar on Mar 31, 2010 18:58:35 GMT -7
Murazar nodded, perfect shot. Which incidently either mean't natural skill or lots of practice. Shooting a gun that well wasn't as easy as people thought, in video games it was easy. As a real person it was different. Well that and the kid was probably a fast learner. He wouldn't do nearly as well on the obstacle course slash urban or forest enviroment.
After all, some of those targets required the reflexes of experienced killers like himself. People who had been in fire fights would probably do well enough off the range and in the course. Regardless, he frowned for a moment and commented as he took the pistol back which was only a .40 caliber.
"Should have taken clip and chamber bullet out first..." An idle, but too truthful correction. He moved the target back further. This time instead of a measly 25 meters. It was now a the maximum distance of 75 meters. Which simply mean't his eye sight would be strained with the pistol. Adroits anyway.
His could easily pick it out. He held it up in his right hand and popped the entire magazine out with a bare minimum of movement to change where he was shooting. After he set the empty magazine on the table he handed squall a fresh clip and the pistol pointed at the ground as he hit the button to recall it.
Once the target came back it had six holes in it. Four of them disabled the legs and arms right at the joints. The other two were in the eyes of the target. It was even more impressive than the last shots he took. Yet he showed no signs of arrogance or gloating. In fact he acted bored with his shooting and eager to see squalls it seemed. Even if it was just barely noticable of the eagerness. At most a simply curve upward of his lips into a small smile. Fangs not showing of course.
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Post by Squall Miyazaki on Apr 2, 2010 1:05:07 GMT -7
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"Should have taken clip and chamber bullet out first..." Fox said. Fuck was the first thought that went through Squall’s mind. ”Perfect so far then I screw up something that simple,” he said to himself. The Fox moved the target further back. Where it had been at 25 meters, it was now at 75 meters. Time to see just how far the boy could stay that accurate. Sure he’d played shooter games but they were nothing like this. No controller stick to steady the gun sights or anything of that nature.
Or so he thought. Fox emptied the rest of the clip into the target before handing him a fresh clip and the pistol back. Squall was a little surprised. Even for a vampire, he had steady aim when firing. Squall loaded the clip into the gun while Fox called back the target. This round was more impressive than the last. He got the eyes dead on again and had disabled the arms and legs of the target. With shots like that, Squall was surprised to see that he wasn’t arrogant or gloating about it. Lord knows most people would be just to rub it in that they were a better shot than the kid was.
However Fox did look bored with his own shooting prowess and seemed eager to see Squall try it again. This was turning into a friendly competition it seemed. The director seemed to smile, not showing his fangs this time like he had the last time Squall had seen him smile. Alright. He’d bite. ”Alright, I admit it,” he said. ”Compared to you, I’m a lousy shot. But then I’m sure most people are.”
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Post by murazar on Apr 2, 2010 10:54:16 GMT -7
Murazar chuckled before replying, "Don't worry. It gets harder when the target is moving, your moving, and the target is shooting back. Throw in being tired and your heart is pumping faster than virgin in sex. Then you have the hardest, yet most usefulness."
He yanked his thumb and used it to point over to the urban and tropical enviroment that were seperate from each other and walled off. "Thats for over there, at least on your first time through you'll be by yourself. The second time i'll teach you two-person manuevers. Since we dont have at least two other people I can't teach fire team manuevers today."
Going through the military did help in teaching combat tactics. Especially since nothing in war had really changed, although to him. He personally thought that people like squall who wouldn't see combat unless the company itself was under attack. Those people just needed to continually strengthen their muscles for it. Mainly because they'd be the last defense and he wanted them to at the least be that prepared to win.
He turned his attention back to squall as he prepared to shoot. Afterwards he was planning on getting the rifle out and showing him that, after that grenades and the diferent kinds. Then they'd move to the urban part and he'd teach cover and breaching. After that, well then he'd see what he could do without any other training. More than likely he wouldn't get far since it was like laser tag with real trained soldiers part of the security in there. Well, anyone in the company if they volunteered for training a new guy.
His mind turned to other matters, maybe they ought to conduct a massive training excercise. He was just thinking of places in england for that.
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Post by Squall Miyazaki on Apr 6, 2010 3:40:35 GMT -7
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"Don't worry. It gets harder when the target is moving, your moving, and the target is shooting back. Throw in being tired and your heart is pumping faster than a virgin in sex. Then you have the hardest, yet most usefulness." Fox said chuckling. That made Squall feel a bit better about the blatant mistake he’d just made. Fox yanked his thumb over his shoulder, pointing at the environments behind him. One was an urban setting and the other a tropical setting.
"That’s for over there, at least on your first time through you'll be by yourself. The second time I’ll teach you two-person maneuvers. Since we don’t have at least two other people I can't teach fire team maneuvers today." [/i] Oh boy this sounded harder than he had first thought. But on the other hand it sounded like fun. ”Am I to be trying to outwit you or just target practice?” he asked. Really the boy had no training what so ever so he was a blank slate. That and the fact that he was a fast learner made an excellent combination. But then this wasn’t going to be like play Modern Warfare or anything. This was the real deal this time, not just a computer simulation. [/blockquote][/center] --------------------------------------------------------------- tagged Murazar!
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Post by murazar on Apr 6, 2010 15:23:21 GMT -7
Murazar walked over, picking up what looked like a XM8 variant type, and a couple of grenades. He picked up a few clips and walked back over, he set the ammo and grenades down neatly. Afterwards he pushed the button to refresh a new target paper and made it go to the maximum range of three hundred meters. Well maximum range for a human usually, and that was as far as the target range got.
He replied shortly," Targets, if you went agaisnt me in any enviroment you'd die. Mainly because I have taken a IED and a shotgun blast in the same day, and that day wasn't long ago. Since your human, you have to keep the enemy away from you if their not human. A werewolf in its wolf form or a vampire at night will take you down up close and personal."
That was almost a gurantee unless they were really weak, and considering how experienced, trained, and lethal he was. Squall had no chance at all of beating him, whether it was a paintball game or real warfare. He could be stark naked, tied to a tree, and blinded while squall had a team of ten fully trained humans with him and know exactly where he was. They'd still lose.
That wasn't arrogance, it was simple fact that considering his regeneration skills. He didn't need to be arrogant, so long as he could get blood he'd live.
He lined up the rifle to the target and took five clean shots. He hit the button and set the rifle on the table as the target came back. It had its neck ripped out perfectly in a line. He hit a button to exchange targets and reset that one at the three hundred meter range again. He spoke again," Ok nearly the same thing with the pistol, except bigger and you don't hold the trigger down. It is fully automatic so be careful."
He motioned for squall to pick the rifle up and give it a shot.
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Post by Squall Miyazaki on Apr 12, 2010 20:20:18 GMT -7
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"Targets, if you went against me in any environment you'd die. Mainly because I have taken an IED and a shotgun blast in the same day, and that day wasn't long ago. Since your human, you have to keep the enemy away from you if they’re not human. A werewolf in its wolf form or a vampire at night will take you down up close and personal." The Fox replied. ”I’d like to keep my life if you don’t mind,” Squall replied. ”Though I’m not going to ask what the hell you were doing that you took that much damage in one day.” He was curious but if the vampire had taken that much damage in one day, then he might just want to keep that tidbit of information a secret.
Squall looked on as he took five shots with the rifle at the targets. Every shot was a clean shot, as was apparent when the target came toward them on the line. The neck of the target was pretty much gone with those shots lining up the way they had. Any living target, if it had taken all the shots to the neck before hitting the ground, wouldn’t have had its head any longer. All Squall could think was ‘damn’. Then he set the target back to three hundred meters again.
"Ok nearly the same thing with the pistol, except bigger and you don't hold the trigger down. It is fully automatic so be careful." he said. He motioned for Squall to pick up the rifle and try it. The thought of handling a fully automatic rifle did scare him a bit, but he decided to give it a try. He took a few shots at the target before deciding that he liked using the pistol better. Or at least something that wasn’t fully automatic anyway.
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Post by murazar on Apr 12, 2010 20:34:03 GMT -7
Murazar chuckled deciding he'd save his reply until after he fired the rifle a bit. He paused for a moment to make corrections in posture, how to hold it better, etcetera. He spoke again after that, "Well it wasn't too bad, I took a bodyguard assignment in afghanistan. Makes me remember back when I was in the army when I was human way back when. I mean you seriously don't think I do paperwork all the time? It takes work to maintain myself, my skills, and my paperwork."
He grinned in the slight pride in how he had multitasked all three of those which were all extremely time consuming. He paused a moment to motion for him to put the rifle down. " Ok you got the shooting while standing fairly started up, later we'll cover crouching and prone. For now I need you to master this in your free time. Even if your job isn't to shoot or get shot it, considering this company you don't know when the case might be when you need combat skills. Always better to have what you don't need, than not have what you do need. Eh?"
It wasn't a question, but a order in the form of a statement. He managed to make it sound something like a friend was consoling him on. The implicated order part was clear enough if squall was smart enough to pick it up. He picked up a grenade and held it for a moment. "Ok Lastly, for the range is grenade practice. You only get to get three tries at this. Please master it within those. Its not hard, its fun, and I almost everyone who works here would waste all of our grenades just to do this."
He showed him with a few miming motions and a bit of instruction. He hit a button that made eight targets show up roughly together. He threw the grenade perfectly with a little more than necessary force. For a vampire this was the required range as a average. His throw pelted through one of the targets heads, hit the wall, bounced off and slammed into the stomach of another one. It exploded extremely satisfyingly and wiped out the remaining six.
He wore a grin fit for a maniacal pyro child, he finished his wording with a few simple words. "And thats why everyone wants to waste my grenades. Beautiful sharpnel shredding. Although we do have alot of other types, for now stick with the regular ones. Later on it'll get more diverse with the more toys you get to play with." He almost acted as if he was a big kid way too excited to get on with the next thing at hand.
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Post by Squall Miyazaki on Apr 18, 2010 19:44:49 GMT -7
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"Well it wasn't too bad, I took a bodyguard assignment in Afghanistan. Makes me remember back when I was in the army when I was human way back when. I mean you seriously don't think I do paperwork all the time? It takes work to maintain myself, my skills, and my paperwork." Fox replied. ”No I don’t suppose that you would do just paperwork only,” Squall replied. ”That would just get boring. He had no doubt that it took a lot to multitask like that, especially for a vampire that had to worry about sun exposure and hunting.
"Ok you got the shooting while standing fairly started up, later we'll cover crouching and prone. For now I need you to master this in your free time. Even if your job isn't to shoot or get shot it, considering this company you don't know when the case might be when you need combat skills. Always better to have what you don't need, than not have what you do need. Eh?" he said. Squall could see where knowing how to shoot would somehow save his life one day. He certainly wouldn’t want to end up like he had that night in the alley when he had met the director. ”That’s a very valid point,” he replied.
"Ok Lastly, for the range is grenade practice. You only get to get three tries at this. Please master it within those. Its not hard, its fun, and I almost everyone who works here would waste all of our grenades just to do this." Oh this was going to be fun. Squall smiled at the thought of getting to try this. Explosions were always his favorite part of games like Modern Warfare and Gear of War. ”This is going to be fun,” he replied. He watched the targets pop up. When the thrown grenade exploded over the targets, it didn’t leave much behind in its wake.
Fox grinned like a manic at the damage. "And that’s why everyone wants to waste my grenades. Beautiful shrapnel shredding. Although we do have a lot of other types, for now stick with the regular ones. Later on it'll get more diverse with the more toys you get to play with." Fox said. He so looked like a kid with his favorite toy. ”This was always my favorite part of the warfare games,” Squall replied. ”Not that this compares to a video game in the least. Just saying.” He took a few tries at the grenades and by the time he had it done, that part of the training was mastered.
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Post by murazar on Apr 18, 2010 21:12:23 GMT -7
Murazar nodded and the smile faded as the grenades were done. He walked over and brought some simple gear. Pads for the joints, titanium variant sheaves for his forearms and legs, a light bulletproof vest, and a steel mask that had a T.A.C. comm in the eyeslits. Considering where they were it was deactivated and he made sure squall payed attention as he put it on so he wouldn't forget.
He clapped him on the shoulder before speaking, "Well now we move onto the course. Put your gear on you the most comfortable way, and the most easily reached. You won't be able to see your own gear too clearly, but if you know where everything is placed and mentally account for the weight you'll do fine."
While squall was figuring out which spots were better to have what he spoke as usual in his way about history of which he loved, usually the war stuff." Now I don't expect you to really know, but two hundred or so years ago the two world wars happened. I'm going to tell you about one man during that time who became a legend among us soldiers who are not ignorant. In the next lessons i'll include more of them so you'll have a basic comprehension of something to model for in your own way."
He talked as they walked to the course which despite the distance they had alot of obstacles that was equipment that monitored and changed to a far degree the entire course. It also had a speaker system for the area. He stopped there pointed and motioned for him to go to the entry and start when he signalled to start.
He spoke over the speaker system as he checked everything, "The mans name was Simo Hayha. He was a Finnish farmer who only served one mandatory year in the military and went back to farming. When the USSR or Russia known now, invaded he decided to pick up a bolt-action rifle with only iron sights, no scope. That with homemade pure white camo and food he defended a entire forest that was one of the few entrances to the country. " He paused motioned for squall to go as he continued talking he changed up the equipment.
"Simo killed platoons of men, after they realized only one man was killing tons of their men they nicknamed him 'The White Death'. Then they detailed entire missions just to kill him. Didn't work, then they detailed a Counter-Sniper team, he took them down. Finally, they decided just to carpet bomb the whole damn forest."
He paused letting the effect of the talk seep in as the kid moved about the small city which only a few of the buildings in the interior actually could be entered to have a shortcut. At your own risk of course, anything from the house being a big IED to it having five fake .50 cal machine gun nest could be in it.
"A cloud of shrapnel tore his camoflage up, but it didn't wound him. He managed afterward in the clean-up detail to get shot in the head. Which then they took his body to their command and traded it to his people. Surprisingly he didn't die, in fact he was promoted from corporal his previous rank to second-lieutenant. Which has never happened nor will happen."
He paused again to check the controls and deliver some choice surprises on squall. He grinned at the creative things his men had set up. "Now, not only did he live. He had no adverse side effects other than having a messed up face for his life after it healed. He is credited with the most amount of kills confirmed in any major war. He killed five hundred and five soldiers with his rifle, and two hundred with a SMG he picked up from the russians. Thats a total of Seven hundred and five kills total. In fact that was all done in a hundred days to top it off, the weathr was six feet of snow and twenty to forty degrees below zero. That is a legend, I of course have more kills than that. However i've never had the chance to kill seven hundred soldiers in only less than a third of a year. "
He paused chuckling at the small progress squall was making. He knew he'd improve better later, he just hoped he wouldn't shoot his foot off in the meantime.
{OOC: ITs fine, in fact rp your way through the course with your own ideas. Just keep it realistic and what mura is saying in mind. This post might take you awhile.}
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