Omega SOCP (Any Protectorate Members)

[Noah Corek]

Fondor
The 'Pit'

Noah sighed as he looked over the assembled group of Protectorate soldiers, both Pyre and ODF. They were all here for one reason, to learn about the new Special Operations Combative Program that Noah was putting together. Noah had been trained in SOCP when he had been younger and been in the Republic Commandos, instead of focusing on fancy martial arts, SOCP focused on fighting with your weapon and in full kit as well as weapon retention and transition. This fighting style saved Noah's life more than once when he was in the Commandos, there were many moves that were easy and simple to learn but caused lots of damage, headbutts, elbow strikes, arm twisting, jugular punches and knee stomps were just the tip of the iceberg.

 

[HK-36]

[member="Noah Corek"],


"So this is the Pit?"

The droid would ask Noah as he came to join him in front of the recruits and trainees, clad in his full armor, his cloak swishing behind him and fluttering slightly as he looked around the super-complex of the largest training facilities they have so far constructed,

"Perhaps you could tell me more about this place before we start, I am sure the trainees here would love to hear what equipment will be offered to them and get a moment of rest still before the training begins?"

HK asked another question as he turned to the soldiers arranged in a line before them, totally not asking just because this was also a potential dev thread for the said Pit describing what they will find in there and how it can be used for training, as well as its size, how many people it can hold, technical nonsense like that.

 

[Meanken]

Chaff was among those who had assembled for this new special ops program. Chaff had laughed at first when he heard bout it. To his ears, special ops rang of spy stuff, hiding in the shadows, avoiding detection, killing before the target knew ya were there. All well and good, but BORING, and not something he wanted to do on a regular basis. Dude who told him bout it set him straight, turns out the thing was just an elite unit of specially trained dudes or something. Might have just been training. Guy hadn't been clear. Chaff was down for this if it was a new unit, more interesting missions, higher likelihood of combat situations and not the more boring parts of the military, and, of course, better pay. If it was just more training, then why wouldn't he be in? Wasn't gonna cost him anything. Least, he didn't think so. The black armored warrior leaned on the wall in the back, cracking his knuckles as he waited for the guy to start the information speech.

 

[Antoir Setrrin]

One giant Sithspawn lady stood next to [member="Noah Corek"], wearing what was quite possibly the oddest outfit one could train in. Flip-flops (luckily no socks), black shorts, and a dark red tank top. Along with a dorky Protectorate bandanna that people had been handing out at some fair a few weeks back. But this was Ven'Rain Sekairo we were talking about. For her, this was very normal. Normal enough that she felt a bit confused as to why the recruits were eying her strangely. She figured it was just her size. Being nearly eight feet tall generally got people's attention fairly easily. Kept it as well. I hope they can still focus on the lesson, she thought with a frown. But then her old friend [member="HK-36"] walked in! Ven grinned, glad to see him. She held back the urge to pick him up and twirl him around. Instead she gave a polite nod, smiling at him.

 

[Tanalth]

The oppertuntiy for more lessons in combat was something Jenna had been looking foward too; especially if it was being taught by [member="Noah Corek"] whom she'd seen in combat for herself. Given his skillset she knew having more of an edgde to her already wide range of tactical skills would be useful when a gun or the like weren't handy. Though the whole build up for this special lesson had had her a bit curious. The fact only so many were going to be involved while being brought to a place called "the Pit" obviously did raise a few questions as to how great this lessoning was.

Given that this was something of a workout session Jenna had arrived in more areobic's class clothing, even bringing a gym bag with her that had some extra gear. She only wanted to be prepared since she had no true idea what would be involved. If weapons became an option then of course she'd compensate, but for all she was aware this was mainly hand-to-hand ordeals.

Upon arrival she saw both Corek and [member="HK-36"], waving to both of them since she'd seen them so often within the past few weeks. It was good to know a few familiar faces already present for this lesson to come.

@Ven'Rain Sekairo

 

[Noah Corek]

[member="HK-36"]

Noah nodded as HK asked him to explain the Pit. "You've been in the Protectorate longer than me and you still don't know about this place? Wow." Noah said as he shifted his own cloak to the side off of his arm and activated the holoprojector. "Well, the Pit is about forty by forty kilometers, pretty large, one of the few things on Fondor that can be seen from space. It's basically a giant holographic simulator. It can simulate everything from the forests of Endor to the ice plains of Hoth and even the cityscapes of Coruscant. Weather system can generate sandstorms, thunder storms, snow, sleet, rain and even lightning." Noah said as he activated his holoprojector and began to scroll through the relevant data for HK.

 

[Cassus De'Gaunt]

Who else was there? Doctor Veronica Stormson, of course! Some fighting techniques could be dangerous to practice. Especially if not done properly! So the not-terribly-young-but-still-young doctor found herself walking in shortly after @HK-36. She, along with a couple assistants, were here in case anything went wrong. Well... technically they were here to assist with some science thingy, but that wasn't for at least a few more hours, so they had time to spare. When the girl heard about her old friends being there... she had to come! Luckily her friends were more than glad to go with her. With a small smile she helped the others carry their gear to one of the far corners. They'd set up a mini first-aid station while she went to speak with [member="Noah Corek"]. The big-shot commander had already been informed of their arrival, but she thought it would be polite to talk to him face-to-face anyway. Maybe he'd want her to give a short talk on field medicine at some point? Knowing how to do a lot with just a little was an important skill for field agents, soldiers, and spies alike.

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

Sarge came in as he usually did; quietly and with little fanfare. He'd forgone his power armor for a set of the carapace armor he used to clothe his soldiers in. Around his shoulders hung a camo cloak, the trademark stealth garb that had made him such a pain to so many for so long. Held in his hands was a battered but cared for DC-15A with a thirty centimeter bayonet set into lugs at the front of it.

This was the weapon with which he had fought, years before. His skill with a quarterstaff was high, his skill with a blaster being used as a quarterstaff? Higher. His muscular frame had been enhanced at some point by the heavy armor he'd taken to wearing, but he was still the same, nimble soldier he'd always been.

"Quite the little crowd." The man's voice says, coming as it did from nowhere. For all his size, the man knew how to be a ghost. Even his armor seemed weightless judging by the amount of sound he hadn't made before he'd spoken.

 

[Ventasia Terana]

The light steps from behind HK, Corek, and Ven wouldn't be anything that would grab their attention. After all, this was Omega. To be noticed even the slightest you had to be either extremely out of the ordinary, or extremely crazy. Even at this point, there was no telling which group she actually fit into. Nonetheless, there had been rumblings about some large scale training event taking place. Normally, this alone wouldn't be near enough to get her to even bat an eye, but this was a different day. She needed a reason to leave her home. This was as good as any...

Her steps came to halt a few feet behind the others, hands posted on her her hips as she cleared her throat, quite loudly at that. "Just what craziness have you all gotten started now?.. I swear, it's like you guys do this stuff on purpose just to irritate me.."

 

[HK-36]

[member="Noah Corek"],

"I see."

The droid nodded taking information in,

"Well I was busy with the Military Academy on Abregado- Go Rioting Ropos- I do not come to Fondor that often."

HK shrugged,

"How many people do you recon would fit into this place?"

The droid asked Noah, glancing about to calculate how many people could use the fancy holograph systems at once.

"And could these systems simulate enemy units as well? Holographic soldiers to shoot at our troops for target practice?"

He would ask then, totally not just to fuel the dev thread portion of things.


Looking to [member="Ven'Rain Sekairo"] the machine would quip,

"You know, Ven, I wanted to wear my booty shorts today with inscription 'Juicy Unit' on them in glitter. If I would have done that I would be less of an odd sight than you. Just do not let the Fashion Police Unit see you."

Sick burn, +5 coolness points to HK, aww yeah.


He would look to [member="Ventasia Terana"] then,

"Noah will be conducting special training for our recruits, you and other Ven could help out a bit, shape up the next generation of our special agents and soldiers."

At which he would give half-wave, half-salute to [member="Doctor Stormson"], [member="Jenna Templar"], and [member="Meanken"] whom he remembered from previous missions and encounters.


"Same goes to you, Sarge."

The droid called out hearing the familiar gruff of [member="Sarge Potteiger"] their stealthiest warrior,

"If you could stop watching us from the shadows for a moment later on, I would greatly appreciate you giving training in usage of your chameleon cloaks to those willing to learn, those things are actually bloody useful."

 

[Antoir Setrrin]

"Oh really HK? You're sure you're not jealous that I'm hot and am dating the best girl in the galaxy?" Ven teased, sticking her tongue out at the metal man. Then she turned to the other fiery redhead present. Her first instinct was to rush forward, embrace the girl, and kiss her. Hard. Instead (seeing as this was an official event) she quietly moved forward, going in for a hug. Should the 'Second Ven' want to... they could still end up with lips happily pressed together. It all depended on how much PDA Terana was okay with. Within reason, of course. After that incident in the locker room... Oops. Wasn't supposed to talk about that.

[member="HK-36"], [member="Ventasia Terana"], [member="Jenna Templar"], [member="Meanken"], [member="Sarge Potteiger"], [member="Noah Corek"]​

 

[Cassus De'Gaunt]

The rather short medic had to stifle a laugh after HK and Ven exchanged light-hearted quips. Those two could be so funny! And seeing Ven with Ven... it brought a smile to her face. Partially because the redheads were so cute together! But it also reminded her of some wonderful news she had for HK. First though, she had to check in with [member="Noah Corek"]. Smiling she walked up to the man with an extended hand. Shaking hands was the polite thing to do. Wait... she was supposed to salute, right? Well she did that on the way in. Hopefully it was moderately good enough. "Commander Corek, sir, the med squad and I are here in case you need us. We're also available to help anyone interested in field medicine learn a few tricks." With that she gave another salute and turned to @HK-36. He did seem to be busy talking to the others... maybe her news could wait? It wasn't anything to important after all. Just an update on her condition. Awhile back she had been really down in the dumps. Nearly had a mental breakdown due to shell shock. But her talks with the metal man had helped a lot. And she finally worked up the courage to ask Dr. Iphen out! Their first four dates had gone great! They even had another planned for a couple nights from now.

Veron was doing pretty well for once.

 

[Ventasia Terana]

A simple, yet loud scoff escaped her lips at the words of [member="HK-36"], shaking her head slightly. "Really, Bolts? You know me better than that. Your little newbies aren't even worth my time. But feel free to waste yours on them. Just don't expect much in the way of actual skill." Her words halted just as [member="Ven'Rain Sekairo"] stood before her, obviously moving to embrace her. Ventasia's hands left her hips wrapping her arms around Ven as best as she could, placing a simple, soft kiss upon her lips. It wasn't any secret what the two were. Nor was it any secret that she never really cared what others thought about her or what she did in the public eye. But, that was part of her charm.

Releasing the hold on her beloved, her hips swung slightly as she approached the the others, arms crossing over her chest. "This better be good and entertaining, [member="Noah Corek"]. Especially considering you even managed my Ven out here. Lets see what these recruits are made of.."

 

[Soldiers By Kage]

Drez kept her distance, watching from a far. In truth, she had come with [member="HK-36"] to.. Well. Meet new people. The Protectorate and it's people, to be specific. She had no clue what exactly was going to happen, only that this was the Pit, and there were a bunch of people here. So she kept close to a wall, just watching as best as she could. She had missed a lot, that was for sure, and there was no real way for her to to just catch up all of a sudden. But.. If she watched now, she was bound to learn.

 

[Telgath]

So Telgath found himself in one of the largest structures that could be seen from space, on Fondor. It was so massive that he could hardly believe that it was all just a simulation room. He didn't think it was possible. Yet here it was, staring him in the face, as if to laugh at him. But that was beside the point, the reason he was here was to learn about combat. Real combat, none of that poodoo martial arts. While Telgath did see those arts as effective, they tended to become much less efficient when opposed by those who were trained in more realistic combat. The martial arts were too reliant on an enemy coming in a certain way at a certain time. Telgath knew that the likelihood of those coincidences in the real galaxy was much smaller than most would like to admit.

And thus he was here, to learn from an expert. Something that Telgath loved doing, learning from those greater than himself.

[member="HK-36"]

 

[Dicer]

Corporal Curtis Charles was no combat expert. Hell, he wasn’t much more than mediocre when it came to soldiering. He still kissed his arse goodbye at the start of every engagement and was pleasantly surprised when he still had all his limbs intact at the end. Basic ODF close combat training had consisted of one afternoon in a ring taking a few punches from one of the Regiment’s most proficient boxers. Painful and not particularly useful. Apparently the notion had been to give some level of experience in taking hits up close. Given that he’d panicked and nearly been strangled to stabbed to death by a Stormtrooper on Coruscant, it had perhaps not been the most effective training regime.

It was chance that a portion of his Regiment were on Fondor to carry out joint exercises with Pyre – or the Great Omega Military Cash Flow Problem as his Sergeant affectionately referred to them – in the pit. A few squads from the Urban Warfare specialists had been chosen to attend the series of close combat workshops. It seemed to seriously rankle with the Sergeant that he had to salute Pyre Officers, even if they didn't take direct command from them. Dicer, of course, fell into line with his Sergeant’s point of view, and he had saluting and addressing a senior officer with disrespect down to an art. Still, he hadn't been hauled over the coals for insubordination for a few months now. Too busy desperately trying to avoid being murdered by Sith, Vong and collapsing shipyards.

Dicer stood in line with his men, in standard PT gear. When it had transpired that an actual Colonel was going to be running the close combat he had become exceptionally keen to see what was going to happen. Colonels were almost exclusively staff officers, what was a grey haired administrator going to be doing running a combat session? Was definitely going to be a wheeze as far as Dicer was concerned. Curtis certainly couldn’t see anyone who looked like a Colonel yet. What looked to be a heavily muscled sergeant stood before them. Dicer immediately labelled him as "legs for arms". Probably here to do the real work for the Colonel.

Truth be told Curtis wasn't really feeling up to this. He was pretty certain he was still sweating out the alcohol from a few nights ago. They'd decided to go drinking with some Pyre squaddies and the one-upmanship had started early. They'd strapped bottles of fortified wine to their hands before going out on the town and things had got messy. Well, wouldn't be the first time he'd thrown up on an exercise, he reflected.

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

Sarge seated himself out of the way, indistinct form revealing itself as his weapon was pulled from under the cloak. Stock pressing to the ground, hand gripping the barrel just beneath the bayonet lugs, he sat nearby like a half-finished painting. A boot was visible, as well as portions of his leg armor. A hand and arm were visible, too, holding the weapon in its position. Roughly where his head should be was simply the promise of deep shadow.

The Colonel had a lot - read: too many - toys.

His cloak had been the first.

"I might be so inclined, [member="HK-36"], provided someone here is worth the effort. Not everyone is going to be a sniper, and not everyone learns to pilot a dropship. Therefore, I see no reason to teach everyone how to use a cloak designed for an assassin." He says, voice wafting from his ghost of a form.

 

[Noah Corek]

Noah nodded to [member="HK-36"] when he said what he did. "Yeah, I heard you established a Naval Academy on some sort of ship too. Oh by the way, I never formally congratulated you on your promotion to Exarch, a droid running a planet. Who'd thought?" Noah returned the smiled when [member="Doctor Stormson"] had walked up to him and extended her hand. Gripping it in a firm grip, Noah nodded at what she had to say. "Thank you doctor. I'll make sure to flag you over if any medical needs arise." Noah told her and then his attention turned to the other redhead in the room, of course not the giant one like [member="Ven'Rain Sekairo"], but the smaller and undoubtedly more insane [member="Ventasia Terana"]. "You know you could get off your ass for once when it comes to training and actually pass your knowledge down to the younger generations." Noah informed her. A slight tremble came down his spine when the voice of the Protectorate's resident sociopath/giant [member="Sarge Potteiger"] came to his ears. Noah wasn't scared of the man, but the fact that he could sneak in without Noah hearing him, who had been tuning his senses since the age of fourteen, creeped Noah out to no end. "Preparedness Sarge, even though every person can't be a shuttle pilot, it stills make sense to teach them in case the need arises." Noah told him and then turned his attention back to HK. "How many people? Well its forty by forty kilometers. So I'm guessing about ten divisions, so about two-hundred-thousand soldiers." When HK asked Noah is holographic enemies could be made, Noah smiled. "Actually HK, trainees from both the ODF and Pyre fighting Pyre and ODF soldiers who have learned enemy tactics and how to use their armor, weapons and vehicles. Basically the fight a mock army."

[member="Xyhn-Drez"] [member="Dicer"] [member="Telgath"] [member="Jenna Templar"] [member="Meanken"]

 

[Tanalth]

With everyone else entering Jenna took note of who had arrived. Many were unfamiliar faces to her, though she had heard of [member="Sarge Potteiger"] who was another high ranking member in the Protectorate. She wondered what he would be gaining from this training session, unless it was either something even he didn't know or he was possib;y there to help instruct; as she thought [member="HK-36"] was going to do. Other than that everyone else she could see, including [member="Dicer"] [member="Telgath"] [member="Xyhn-Drez"] [member="Doctor Stormson"] and [member="Meanken"] seemed the sorts to want to be involved in learning from [member="Noah Corek"].

When she did hear the odd remark about dating women between [member="Ventasia Terana"] and [member="Ven'Rain Sekairo"], however, she did give a little awkward look around the room to see if anyone else thought that was odd to hear. Not that she had anything against girl-on-girl relations, just that the sound of it would be a little more private. In any case she shook it off before walking over to Corek and the others.

Getting thier attention she said to Corek himself, "Hey. Nice to see you again. So is this going to be anything like that mission we had to pull together? If so, I hope you keep your eyes where you're supposed to." she smiled coyly.

 

[Zemen Selah]

At the beginning Zemen was one of the first people to sneak in among the crowd of others who had filed in for the combat lesson being offered. He was trying to gather as much knowledge about fighting as possible since he hadn't done to much of it in the undercity of Coruscant. Most of that time was spent running. Zemen was tired of being weak he wanted to be able to defend himself and the ones he cared about. Standing with the others he wore a basic tank top and black pants so as to not be restricted since this was supposed to be close quarters. Though his heavily scared arms could be seen and the upper portion of his back. Looking around the myriad of faces that he saw still shocked him. There were people of all types and even that machine Hk-36.