||[Oct. 6th, 2006|11:33 pm]
PsyClone - A Star Wars Republic Commando RPG
Who: Walon Vau and Delta and Omega squads.|
Where: Various spare rooms in the Arca Barracks
Walon Vau hummed to himself pleasantly. Mird'ika was at home recovering from its wound, his previous job had been immensely successful (as well as entertaining), and he'd gotten another chance to work with Delta again. Delta, out of all the other squads of commandos he had ever trained, was his pride and joy. They were survivors like he'd raised them to be. Omega was...interesting to say the least. It would be fun to see how Delta and Omega meshed in training outside of a mission. Bridges had been built on the Black Ops mission, but they could burn just as easily. It was only a matter of time and stress to see just how well they really got along.
Walon came up with a training exercise to test them. He put the information on a data pad and passed it to a clone trooper, pointing to the commandos he was to take it to. It read:
"Hello Delta (and Omega), I'm glad to know you're still alive.
I understand that you are all supposed to be on leave, but I also understand that idleness can cause certain people to do very foolish things, such as injuring themselves. Am I correct Sev? By the way, how is your shoulder? It would be unfortunate if the damage was permanent. As I said before, I understand that you are supposed to be on leave, but I'd like to see how your skills have improved. Also, a little training never hurt anyone who wasn't strong enough, right Atin?
You will all be divided into teams of two and they are as listed here:
Team 1: Boss and Niner
Team 2: Fixer and Atin
Team 3: Scorch and Darman
Team 4: Sev and Fi
There will be no switching teams. If you find that you absolutely cannot work with your partner, you will need to complete another training assignment, which I'm sure most of you know what it will be. In your teams you will have to go to the room on the attached map with your number on it. In that room, you will need to find a key. You'll use that key to unlock the door on the other side of the room so that you may exit.
The first team to exit their room wins, the last loses. This exercise is not optional. Please find the indicated point on the attached map and report to it as soon as possible. I will answer any questions you have there. Don't waste your time trying to get your armor, you won't need it.
Walon wondered if his instructions on actually finding the key were a little too vague, but he shrugged it off. Commandos were supposed to be prepared for anything.
The rooms are basically crazy obstacle courses. Here's what they look like:
Room 1: Crowded and small. Requires a massive amount of team work to get through.
Room 2: Full of junk and garbage. Terribly unorganized. Might possibly be a few things living in the room.
Room 3: Very simply and plain. Nothing dangerous. Not too exciting or impressive.
Room 4: Large, empty, and hard to navigate. No lights, and extremely dark.
Sev followed Fi into the darkness and grimaced. He'd never been blind before; at the very least he'd had his helmet, and that had night vision. Sev reached a nervous hand out- who knew what he'd find?- and touched the wall.
"Think we should figure out just how big this place is?" he asked, and without waiting for a response, began to follow the wall, tracking his footsteps while listening for their echo off the other walls, and holding his other hand out in front of him just in case there was anything to run into. "This is disorienting," he announced, then realized he didn't know exactly what his companion was doing- or where exactly he was.
Fi didn't let Sev's voice trail too far away before he caught up with it and felt for his back. "Don't worry, it's me," he hastened, eager to avoid a reflexive punch in the face by his teammate.
He flipped around and flattened his back against Sev's. "We'll probably want to stay like that the whole time. Two reasons. That way we always know where the other is, making us able to discern between him and an incoming attack, and also it keeps our backs safe.
"Plus, it's cozy," he added, trying to promise himself that would be the last joke he made while they were in here.
Sev turned slightly in Fi's direction. "Anything jumps out at me, it'll be dead before you can get to it," he said, trying not to feel insulted. Omega didn't seem to consciously make jibes about ineptitude, whereas Delta had grown all to used to- and defensive about- snide comments from Vau.
Back on Kamino, a comment like that would have been meant nastily. Sev liked that Fi was just offering helpful advice, even if the notion of "helpful advice" was as alien as the notion of "normal life" to him.
"Corner," Sev warned Fi as his hand reached another wall. "Big room, eh? What do you think it's for? I haven't run into anything on the walls."
Fi cocked a grin knowing it would safely escape notice in the dark. Sev was always so quick to get on the defensive, and the Omega man felt very much alone in the world now wondering what had brought on this particular bout of temper.
As they reached the first corner without a kink, Fi commented "We're certainly going to have to storm the center at some point. And you realize that what we're looking for is a small key, right? Once we've secured the room, I anticipate we'll be spending the next hours on our knees." Oh... such a fun prospect. Fi only wished their squad mates had somehow been given worse assignments.
Like trying to find their key in a bale of Weequay ineptitude. That would take them even longer.
Sev nodded, even though he knew Fi couldn't see him. "I just don't want to walk into a wall because I didn't figure out where they were," he said as he found another corner. He hesitated a second before adding, "Vau wouldn't let me live it down. Not after my shoulder. Besides, I'm an optimistic guy. I keep hoping I'll kick it because it's sitting on one of the edges."
But as he found the last corner, completing his mental map of the room, he was disappointed that the task hadn't been as easy as he'd hoped. "Okay. So now we start toward the middle."
"I recommend locking elbows and working toward the middle with one of us angled at it and the other at the wall, in case of traps," suggested Fi. That way only one of them would be dragged under, left in the capable hands of the other.
The question was, which one? Concern for Sev's shoulder negated him for the position of lifeline, but then again he didn't have to use that particular shoulder.
Besides which, it felt only fitting that Fi volunteer this time for the dangerous assignment, to make up for that daredevil taunt during Black Ops. Yes, this would be Fi's way to balance things out.
And there would be plenty of other opportunities in the future to talk Sev into crazy stunts, no worries.
"I'll take point," he declared.