Ghost Training [Open]

[Livgardist]

As the other two lifted the doors subsequent to the first one, Tesla stepped forth through them, and reached the last of the doors. He took a deep breath, nodding to the others as he said: "'Don't think, do', right? What a load of horse****!" He gave a wry smile as he dug his fingers under the edge of the door, and crouched, keeping his back straight as he began to lift it. The door was incredibly heavy, and he let out a curse as his muscles contracted trying to pull it up. Slowly, the door moved up on groaning hinges. Just in case anyone tried to intervene, the young and hotheaded Mandalorian said sharply:

"Don't."

He stepped through when the opening was large enough, and allowed the heavy door to land on his shoulders. His knees buckled a bit and he had to take a step back to regain his stance when the sudden weight landed on his shoulder, but the door didn't fall down again. He nodded to the others, and said, through gritted teeth:

"Get going. It's as heavy as Mandalore's ******* balls."

Once they were all through, Tesla stepped aside, and let the door fall down again with a heavy slam. He stumbled backwards a bit before wiping the sweat out of his face as his chest expanded and contracted under the armor in trying to regain his breath. He looked at the others, and nodded to them.

"We make a good team." He smirked between his ragged breaths as he stumbled towards the finishing line where the drill demon was waiting for them.

 

[Bad Wolf]

Jenna had of course taken her time walking through the last door, she wanted to see just how strong this private was, she had been the last through the door and waited for the private to come through, she looked down at him and shook her head.

"You're young trooper, young and in experienced."

Jenna patted him on the back and started off at a jog towards the finish line.

 

[Livgardist]

Tesla, rolling his eyes at her ignorance, became suddenly enraged with her words, his hotheadedness and foul mouth playing in, and growled:
"***** you! Inexperienced my ***. Don't think that just because my methods differ from yours, I'm inexperienced. I'll take you on any day to prove it, you shutta." He retorted angrily.

He was eighteen years old, and had fourteen years of combat experience. How was that for 'inexperienced'? There was a lot of things that pissed the former child soldier off - far too many, as he had been told constantly by his father Garza during the grueling years that he had been trained by him - but nothing pissed him off as much as being called young, or inexperienced. In his own eyes, the experience he held had come at a great and terrible price. Therefor, saying he was inexperienced, was touching a nerve that one really didn't want to touch.

Perhaps it was related to some arrogance within him, caused by the fact he had been fighting for his entire life, something that created in him an inventive, independent young Mandalorian with a flair for initiatives, usually of the 'applied force' kind, on the battlefield. A character like that didn't take too well to being called inexperienced. He spat in disdain at the ground as he approached the drill instructor, having taken a clear dislike to Jenna.

Picking up his helmet, he put it on to hide his face, contorted with anger.

(((Thanks for giving me an excellent chance to show off Tesla's far-too-rarely-used foul mouth and hotheadedness, Jenna. Bwahaha. XD )))

 

[Bad Wolf]

((Just going to apologize off the get go, you insulted her.))

Jenna glared at the private that had just gone off on her, she smiled and walked up to him and stood infront of him looking him straight in the T visor of his helmet, she again reversed the Magnetic Polarity on her gloves and boots, she wouldn't even have to land a proper punch or kick to send the young boy flying.

"You know boy, you really shouldn't insult a superior officer, but I'm gonna let your little outburst slide, instead I'm going to teach you a valuable lesson about magnetics and metal and how they can come in handy, you haven't done a whole lot of zero g operations so you probably don't understand why someone would have magnetic grapplers in their boots or gloves."

Jenna flexed her gloved hands and shifted her stance just slightly, the low hum of the Magnetics getting drowned out by the heavy rain.

"You see not only are magnetic grapplers good for staying attached to a ship with no gravity or in the presence of a vacuum but they can also be used for a weapon."

Without a second word she shot her boot straight out aimed squarely at his chest, similar to how one would kick open a door, she then thrust both hands palm open forward aimed at his chest to add the extra push with the reversed Magnetism amplifying her thrust.

 

[Veritas et Lux]

erm- can we please refrain from leaving each other in the dust? posting order is now in affect:
Me, jacquais, syn, jenna, hessian

 

[Jacques]

Gordon let the whole incident go down, right in the middle of them and outside a little bit like a referee watching an opening face off in bolo-ball or something of the sort, though as soon as the girl aimed a kick at the man he intervened. He grabbed her by the ankle using his only real hand left and thrust his hand up toward the sky, so that she would be on her back and the private would be just fine. But he'd get his, Gordon was going to make sure of that.

"To me you are both inexperienced. Both hotheaded and with no real idea of what teamwork is. One minute you're," Gordon looked at the Private, "talking about how great a team we make, and then the next moment, you're," He looked at the Sergeant, "insulting him."

He let go of the girl's boot, form a fist with his hand, and used the bottom of it to smack the Private on the helmet. Hard. "Number one: You don't talk to a superior that way, insulted or not. Number two: You don't swear in front of a lady that way."

Shaking his head again, Gordon almost felt like laughing. He turned to the Sergeant and shook his head a third time, just to get the point across: "And you. Trying to pull your rank after being the instigator in this mess. He's the one who opened the last door, and what? You treat him like a kid? We're Mandalorians, we don't let rank get in the way of usefulness on the field or the willing to help out the cause. In my opinion, people like you should be Privates forever, and the real worthy Mandos get your old ranks, just to make you fume." He cracked his neck, and continued, "And while the Private's idea of defending himself is throwing around useless pieces of profanity, you never, NEVER attack another soldier without a good reason. ESPECIALLY with high tech equipment such as yours that could **** with a soldier's armor."

Gordon begun to walk away, but turned around once more, planting both feet firmly on the ground and standing at attention, "Do you hear me, soldiers?!" He yelled, as loud as the General had before. After a few seconds he turned once more and walked back toward the new General that they had just so un-calmly destroyed all respect she might have had for them. When he reached he, he apologized for all of their actions after the course was complete.

 

[Syn]

Allison moved as she pressed into the mud and crawled, it wasn't the most pleasant but she moved feeling the mud on her face and came up when she needed to spit some of the muddy water out. As she came out the other side Allison didn't stop moving to wipe her one eyes of the mud she just ran for the wall and jumped grabbing on and heaving herself up popped her neck from side to side as she began to repel down. At the bottom Allison moved as she went towards the blast doors and lifted the first with little effort over her head and went through. The second and third she lifted quicker and higher then the forth she hefted up and walked through joining the others as she came behind Jenna and walked looking at Jacques as she went towards Mitya and stood ready.

 

[Bad Wolf]

Jenna stood up and dusted herself off, she knew she had over reacted, but at the same time she needed to teach the private a lesson, and she wasn't intending on damaging his equipment just proving a point to him. at any rate she turned and faced Jacques and Mitya.

"My apologies I over reacted, I let my temper get the best of me, I have no excuses just being hot headed."

Jenna stood at attention and waited for her punishment.

 

[Veritas et Lux]

She stood there and flashed on all of the intense lights, illuminating the course like a stadium. The group was incompetent, her face- riddled with disappointment, and if they could see within her helmet the strong angry facial expressions that she failed to hold back.
"Front and center!", she shouted, as they all began to line-up before her.
"Disgraceful! Helmets off!", she commanded, walking the muddy sprint, signaling for them to fall in line.
"You are training to become ghosts, Mandalorian ghosts! Yet you have shown me that you're barely mandalorians!", she stopped before the crawling sectin of the course. With a turn of a dial on the fence it shut off, than came back online an entire two inches lower than before. The curved crawling course was still taking a pounding from the immense rain.
"Get down! I want to see you crawl! Get your faces in the mud.", she bellowed once more, not using the force to amplify her vocals.

 

[Livgardist]

Realizing he had returned the favor of pissing someone off, a smirk appeared behind the helmet on Tesla's face when Jenna activated her magnetic grapplers. Having fought countless battles on spacestations on the Outer Rim as a child, it didn't take a genius to figure out what she was planning after she started ranting about magnetism. Urban warfare was after all his specialization, and that often translated to fighting in space stations. He retorted with an amused and arrogant tone, preparing mentally for the impact, while trying to piss her off even more for his own bemusement:

"Heh. And you should learn to listen once in a while...shutta. I did my first zero-G operation when I was six. I survived. My opponent didn't. How old were you when you did yours?" While speaking, his hand brought out and armed a stun grenade, ready to drop it when she launched the reversed magnetic field on him, which would effectively launch him out of range from the grenade's impact.

He never got a chance, however, as suddenly, the one-armed Mandalorian intervened, sending the woman on her back, starting to berate both of them. Tesla hid the grenade once more, and clenched his fists in anger as the man hit him on the helmet, interrupting their fight.

"Number one: You don't talk to a superior that way, insulted or not. Number two: You don't swear in front of a lady that way."

"Ah, kiss my ***, old man." He retorted angrily. "Who the *** are you, Romeo of **** Alderaan? I don't talk sweet to someone who thinks just because they've got more stripes than I do they can treat me like some wet-nosed recruit. Because where I come from, stripes don't matter jack shit. What matters is getting things done. And you don't hit me on the head like that ever again, stripes or no."

It was as if this woman made a mockery of the entire hellish, bloodsoaked childhood he had lived through, and the combat experiences he had gained from it. He had learnt the art of war as a child soldier, at age four. Garza Carid had taken him in and trained him from ten years and up, but he had merely refined what had already been there. The only thing he had been unable to remove was Tesla's hotheadedness, and the haunting nightmares stemming from his violent childhood.

"Do you hear me, soldiers?!" The man yelled at them. Tesla stared at him for a moment, considering whether or not it was time to challenge him - or her - to a duel. He was pissed off, and wanted a fight. He wanted to take out his frustration on someone, beat the living crap out of them. The only way to do that to a Mandalorian was in a duel. But then he spat on the ground instead, walking past them.

"**** this ****." He muttered. He stopped by the woman, and said: "If you ever patronize me like that again... I'll ******* kill you..." He hissed at her, his voice filled with pure, naked hate, moments before the drill instructor began to yell at them once more.

Tesla removed his helmet, letting it drop to the ground. His eyes met hers, and hissed at her: "Even the lowest of dogs have their pride to defend, ma'am. And they don't let no-one step on it.", before turning and facing the crawling course again. Without any protests he got down, face into the mud, and began his crawling. Like before, he moved, almost slithered, like a snake, as he made his way through the obstacle.

 

[Veritas et Lux]

She watched as they all crawled in the mud, at least they took their punishment well. It was a start, so she wouldn't make them go another round of it, just to the end. So she would wait for them all to reach the rock wall before actually putting them in teams. As for now though, she contemplated whether or not Tesla and Jenna were destined to be stuck with each other, at least until they could work correctly... Yea... That sounded grand.

"Keep moving! Faces in the mud, because if you hit that field above your head you're going to have to restart!"

 

[Syn]

Allison looked and listened to the one as she remained quiet and nodded. She went down again and pressed herself into the mud as she gritted her teeth and stayed low coming out the other side and going towards the rock wall. Allison wiped at her eyes where she still had mud and cleared it enough to see.