4 hours had passed and Anna had felt she tought them...something. they learned about the various places too hide a pistol on yourself, the best places to shot and not kill, and most importantly, being able to reload quickly. "Alright, time to move on to your next training with some of the other Hounds... remeber what I tought you, and try not to shoot each other when the real fights start, she added smugly as they all walked off. She reached into her own Gear and took out a smoke and lighter. she quickly lit it up, hoping to finish it before her next batch of greenhorns would arrive " ill have to teach them the peckign order too" she said with a grin.
Hellhounds. A Starcraft RP (Recruitment by invite only; send msg) Chapter 1: Fall of the Confederacy
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After 4 hours of training all the recruits where, tiered, hurting and bruised not to mention the not one of them, got even close to taking Drake down, even when they double or triple teamed on him.
?Nice work guys, go on to your next training and good luck out there.? They all saluted him with pried in there heart, that put pried in Drakes heart even if he new that, in a real combat situation most of them would probably not make it back. He returned the salute with a smile, and they left to the next hound.
Drake was tiered but not too much, after all he was a Hellhound a well oiled fitting machine that didn?t give up or in for that matter. Before the next greenhorns arrived Drake went back into the armory and got more knives.
The next batch came from Anna each one of them looking as though they?ve been mentally beaten into submission. That put a smile on his face, even thought he had not had the chance for a formal introduction with her, he herd good thing about her, and her hard ass attitude. That was something Drake liked to see in people, especially women like the one he thought with in the civil war back on earth, he hoped to someday get paired up with her on a mission, to see how they would work too getter.
?Now then, every one grabs a knife, time for some close corners training.? Drake said to his weary new greenhorns.
?Nice work guys, go on to your next training and good luck out there.? They all saluted him with pried in there heart, that put pried in Drakes heart even if he new that, in a real combat situation most of them would probably not make it back. He returned the salute with a smile, and they left to the next hound.
Drake was tiered but not too much, after all he was a Hellhound a well oiled fitting machine that didn?t give up or in for that matter. Before the next greenhorns arrived Drake went back into the armory and got more knives.
The next batch came from Anna each one of them looking as though they?ve been mentally beaten into submission. That put a smile on his face, even thought he had not had the chance for a formal introduction with her, he herd good thing about her, and her hard ass attitude. That was something Drake liked to see in people, especially women like the one he thought with in the civil war back on earth, he hoped to someday get paired up with her on a mission, to see how they would work too getter.
?Now then, every one grabs a knife, time for some close corners training.? Drake said to his weary new greenhorns.
For her smoke break, Anna hopped ontop of an ammo Crate, sat down and watched her fellow squadmates in action. most of them were your typical Grunts in 6 inch steel armor, ready to take on the world, and while her eyes wandered around the traning grounds, they usually returned to Drake more often than not, and not the least because he wasnt wearing a shirt. for the past 4 hours he had barely worked up a sweat beating five men down it was...interesting, to say the least. she gave a coy smile his way, but made sure he wasn't looking. this week might not be so bad after all, she thought. especially if he keeps up this shirtless thing
After four hourse of armour wearing and movement trainging, Hagernand was a bit uneased. "These guys don't really seem fit to fight anything we've encountered" he thought to himself.
Sending the group to the next Hellhound, he sat down on a chair waiting for the next greoup to arrive. "Well at least they're not placing the shoulder pad on their heads anymore. And they can walk in the armou..." His thoughts were interrupted by the new group of greens.
"Allright. Gather up here, guys." The group was rather uneasy and insecure. "What did you learn before you came here?" "Uhm ... Hand-to-hand combat with some dude." "Hey! It's not 'some dude'. It's Drake, okay? We are your superior now, and you shall damn straight treat us with some respect. And with that I mean a whole lot. We're saving your asses weather you know it or not." Hagernand stood up in front of the group. All being just a tad more nervous than when they arrived.
"I'm guessing you've gotten pretty beaten up by Drake, then" One of the group members were about to answer when Hagernand continued "Good thing you're here, then. This is going to be calm stuff. We're here to learn the right use of Marine armour."
Hagernand had all of the recruits place the armour in the order they thought it was wisest to put it on. When Hagernand went to look it over, his only thought were "Oh, for crying out loud"
Sending the group to the next Hellhound, he sat down on a chair waiting for the next greoup to arrive. "Well at least they're not placing the shoulder pad on their heads anymore. And they can walk in the armou..." His thoughts were interrupted by the new group of greens.
"Allright. Gather up here, guys." The group was rather uneasy and insecure. "What did you learn before you came here?" "Uhm ... Hand-to-hand combat with some dude." "Hey! It's not 'some dude'. It's Drake, okay? We are your superior now, and you shall damn straight treat us with some respect. And with that I mean a whole lot. We're saving your asses weather you know it or not." Hagernand stood up in front of the group. All being just a tad more nervous than when they arrived.
"I'm guessing you've gotten pretty beaten up by Drake, then" One of the group members were about to answer when Hagernand continued "Good thing you're here, then. This is going to be calm stuff. We're here to learn the right use of Marine armour."
Hagernand had all of the recruits place the armour in the order they thought it was wisest to put it on. When Hagernand went to look it over, his only thought were "Oh, for crying out loud"
Hours flew by as Marcus guided the rookies with the sharpshooter training. He covered the basics from taking cover to firing while moving. "Remember what I thought you" he said before starting a preliminary test on their gathered skills. "Remember what your strengths are and remember to turn the wind to your advantage. Trust in your instincts as well as the gun. Remember that you work as a team with other marines and they will be counting on you. They however can't attack the enemy till the targets are 750m away, you, sharpshooters, can kill a target almost 7 km away. Every kill that you make in that range will make it easier for you and your team to achieve victory" he paused to look at his team before commencing the test.
He had set up dummy targets along the range that would pop up at different distances to check the accuracy and reaction time of the recruits. "There are two colour targets out there" he said pointing down the range. "Red and green, red represents hostiles and you have to kill them with one shot as quickly as possible. Green represents civilians. Do NOT engage civilians. You will get a penalty if you do. Now get in positions!" he commanded.
There was a shuffling of feet as the recruits dropped to the ground to steady their rifles. "Stand by for firing" Marcus yelled. A hush descended on the range as Marcus finally pressed the button to initiate the sequence. A volley of shots rang out over a 4 hour period as the test was repeated over and over.Initial signs looked hopeless as bullets missed the targets and as some green targets were assassinated but at the end of the 4th hour he noticed that some of them at least showed some promise.
"Not bad!" he said looking at a target dummy in the 2000m zone that had three holes in the head and one to the heart. "Four critical shots in under 15 seconds, I would have done it in 9 seconds but hey, its a start" he said.
"All right men, that covers basic sharpshooter training for now. Go find the other Hellhounds for further training. Dismissed!"
He had set up dummy targets along the range that would pop up at different distances to check the accuracy and reaction time of the recruits. "There are two colour targets out there" he said pointing down the range. "Red and green, red represents hostiles and you have to kill them with one shot as quickly as possible. Green represents civilians. Do NOT engage civilians. You will get a penalty if you do. Now get in positions!" he commanded.
There was a shuffling of feet as the recruits dropped to the ground to steady their rifles. "Stand by for firing" Marcus yelled. A hush descended on the range as Marcus finally pressed the button to initiate the sequence. A volley of shots rang out over a 4 hour period as the test was repeated over and over.Initial signs looked hopeless as bullets missed the targets and as some green targets were assassinated but at the end of the 4th hour he noticed that some of them at least showed some promise.
"Not bad!" he said looking at a target dummy in the 2000m zone that had three holes in the head and one to the heart. "Four critical shots in under 15 seconds, I would have done it in 9 seconds but hey, its a start" he said.
"All right men, that covers basic sharpshooter training for now. Go find the other Hellhounds for further training. Dismissed!"
Boomer observed carefully as his recruits carefully completed the coagulation tasks. It had taken them the whole allotted 4hrs but they all had grasped the concept and were waiting further instructions. "Well the next task will be using the Cardiac Pulser but that is another days worth of teaching. You all did just fine for today, now go on and find you next instructor, I have another bunch of greenhorns coming in now" he said as he dismissed the recruits.
Boomer could see the new batch walking towards him as they turned around the corner. "Are you here for the medical training?" he asked the greenhorns. "Not sure sir, we just came from training with Marcus. He told us to find the other Hellhounds" a recruit spoke up.
"Well then, you found me. They call me Boomer, I am one of the squads medics. And for the next four hours you will learn how to diagnose a bullet wound" he said pulling his med kit out again.
Boomer looked over at the other Hellhounds. He wondered silently if they were enjoying the training.
Boomer could see the new batch walking towards him as they turned around the corner. "Are you here for the medical training?" he asked the greenhorns. "Not sure sir, we just came from training with Marcus. He told us to find the other Hellhounds" a recruit spoke up.
"Well then, you found me. They call me Boomer, I am one of the squads medics. And for the next four hours you will learn how to diagnose a bullet wound" he said pulling his med kit out again.
Boomer looked over at the other Hellhounds. He wondered silently if they were enjoying the training.
Anna sighed, her second batch arriving before she could finish her smoke, she droped it to the ground, griding it to dust with her boot. " alright boys and girls, listen up, its time to teach you the pecking order. it goes, at the bottom, you, then, the dirt, above that, the worms inside the dirt, followed by Zergling shit, and at the top me. Now tell me, how many of you can handle a side arm effectivley?"
OOC: Are we all making these weapons up? If not I will edit my post.
I thundered down the path to my 5 man team. Out of my armour I am 6", in my armour I am 8"8. If I hadn't picked the Titanium plates I would be smaller, but I like the way they make my armour look more impressive. As soon as I stood in front of them their gaze fell upon my robotic eye, It would be good to start off with a story.
"I got this fighting Korhal you know, my first ever tour of duty. I was 18 when they killed my team, cut out my eye and left me for dead. We were on the planet of Epsilon 3 when my squad were pushed back to an abandoned house. We held on for 3 hours until the sheer number of the Korhal overwhelmed us. As the I was the youngest they let me live, though they executed my team one by one in front of me. They cut my eye out and left. I set off a beacon and was lucky to get rescued by a passing patrol, if there hadn't been a medic in their group I would have died from blood loss. That man is why I am still here today, who knows,this could happen to you one day." The shocked look on their faces was worth it all.
"Today we are going to practise with the standard Confederate assault rifle. The Kreissler 12. It holds 60 bullets, or 30 shotgun shells. The ranges of ammunition for this gun are impressive, a total of 13 different types of bullet can be held in this gun. High explosive, Depleted Uranium and Napalm rounds to name a few. Today we will learn to use a standard 5.56 AP round, small, but they'll do the job against Zerglings. Grab one off the rack and we'll set off to the firing range.
This was going to be a tough day.
I thundered down the path to my 5 man team. Out of my armour I am 6", in my armour I am 8"8. If I hadn't picked the Titanium plates I would be smaller, but I like the way they make my armour look more impressive. As soon as I stood in front of them their gaze fell upon my robotic eye, It would be good to start off with a story.
"I got this fighting Korhal you know, my first ever tour of duty. I was 18 when they killed my team, cut out my eye and left me for dead. We were on the planet of Epsilon 3 when my squad were pushed back to an abandoned house. We held on for 3 hours until the sheer number of the Korhal overwhelmed us. As the I was the youngest they let me live, though they executed my team one by one in front of me. They cut my eye out and left. I set off a beacon and was lucky to get rescued by a passing patrol, if there hadn't been a medic in their group I would have died from blood loss. That man is why I am still here today, who knows,this could happen to you one day." The shocked look on their faces was worth it all.
"Today we are going to practise with the standard Confederate assault rifle. The Kreissler 12. It holds 60 bullets, or 30 shotgun shells. The ranges of ammunition for this gun are impressive, a total of 13 different types of bullet can be held in this gun. High explosive, Depleted Uranium and Napalm rounds to name a few. Today we will learn to use a standard 5.56 AP round, small, but they'll do the job against Zerglings. Grab one off the rack and we'll set off to the firing range.
This was going to be a tough day.
I'm pretty sure you can make the weapons up but the weapons that I mentioned were from the Starcraft universe.
Anna went over side arm useage, care, and reloading. and for the most part...they were decent shooters, but most couldn't reload fast enough, or couldn't fix a weapon jam quick enough. she sighed, there were a few more things to run over, but she really couldn't care less. "alright, thats enough...head over to the shooting range and practice your shots" they all went off, a bit dis-enharted about being metally beat. she removed another smoke, and lit it up. she hated this, she was bored, she wanted too do something...interesting.
ooc : you guys are doing good. Srry I've been away for so long. But I'm glad you guys kept it going this good. When I have a chance to properly post again I'll advance the story to about a week later. Get back in some real action. Sound good?
Sounds great, chief. At first I was afraid this was starting to wear off. And also what is your take on the creating a weapon thing?xxcloud417xx said:
After a few days of training, Hagernand was pleased to see that the recruits at least now were somewhat able to move a bit comfertable in their marine armour.
Hagernand felt tired of just teaching people how to use the armour over and over again, but kept going without complaining. All because he knew this was going to serve the confederacy well. And if he did good. They'd have one more place to retreat back to.
ooc : I don't care if you guys make weapons up. As long as they're realistic to the Starcraft universe and not crazy and overpowered like some 600 AP round rifle with attached Missile launcher, napalm launcher, grenade launcher, lazer beam, swiss army knife, and coffeee maker. If you know what I mean.
After a two weeks of rotating the greenhorns, where no so much greenhorn anymore. Which came in handy, since yesterday day the upsizing got way out of hand and many people got killed or badly hurt.
Although things where going great on Car Sara, Drake had a gut feeling the in the rest of the galaxy thing where not all roses.
He only hoped that soon, they would get shipped out to the next mission, hopefully one involving killing Zreg.
Although things where going great on Car Sara, Drake had a gut feeling the in the rest of the galaxy thing where not all roses.
He only hoped that soon, they would get shipped out to the next mission, hopefully one involving killing Zreg.
Anna sighed. the week went rather fast, she thought to herself. and in that week, she turned the greenhorns into grade A....ok, grade C gunmen, capable of pulling off some dirty tricks. she was so proud. she strode to her cabin, readying her gear, packing both her pistols and knives with her. she had a bad fealing about today
Base watched with pride as the policemen pulled apart, cleaned and re attached the guns in no time flat. getting his gun ready (200 rounds of ap ammo, 100 rounds of explosive, his rocket laucher 4 missles and his side arm) he knew today was gunna be big and the tenstion in the hell hounds units were at odds with one another
Chris was already aboard the Cerberus. The ship was nw in orbit. "Hellhounds," he transmitted down to his squad, "good job on the training for the week, finally time to ship home. Dropships are on the way. Get on the Cerberus and come to the armory for a diebrief."
Marcus gathered his gear. The week had gone by fast and he was confident that his recruits were prepared. They may be rough around the edges but they could pull off a decent shot, he thought as he boarded the Dropship. Now the main question was what lay ahead for the Hellhounds. Will they make for Tarsonis and fight the renegade Confederates and the Zerg or will they have a new assignment all together. Marcus closed his eyes.
The Dropship docked with Cerberus and Marcus wasted no time in making his way to the Armory. The Hellhounds had wasted enough time on Chau Sara, he knew that by this time the enemy would have had enough time to organize a lethal strike force to cripple the Confederacy, if they so chose to. The odds didn't look good.
The Dropship docked with Cerberus and Marcus wasted no time in making his way to the Armory. The Hellhounds had wasted enough time on Chau Sara, he knew that by this time the enemy would have had enough time to organize a lethal strike force to cripple the Confederacy, if they so chose to. The odds didn't look good.