Pilots need training too (Nomad)

[Hevana Martin]

Dressed in her fresh Firemane duty uniform and her hair pulled back into a ponytail, Hevana waited the new recruit she was told was coming. Given her... experience, Hevana had been tasked with creating a unit that could handle the though jobs. To do that they would need a pilot. However she needed more than a pilot, she needed a damn good pilot. One that could get them into a hot zone alive, and could hold his own if things hit the perverbial fan.

Well, the piloting itself she could not do much about, loathe as she was to admit her own shortcommings she knew she was a terrible pilot. However making sure he did not get himself and the rest of the unit killed on the ground she could do. The profile given to her about this [member="Nomad Crimson"] had been a bit light, nautolan and a bit on the young side. Youth meant he was inexperienced, but it also meant he could be built into something useable. To often she met vertanrs to set in their ways to improve, and that was an attitude she had no time for.

If this kid lacked the right attitude, well at least he was still young enough for her to beat it into him.

 

[Noamd]

Nomad had already landed on Keashana. He was walking to the Firemane Base, it was a fairly long walk.

Nomad entered the base once all the security checks were done, he had no idea where to go so he walked up to a women with her hair tied back

"Uh.. Excuse me, but do you know where the the new recruits are meant to go?" He asked.


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[Hevana Martin]

Turning to the newcomer, a smirk formed on her face. "So you're the one they sent me. We'll have to see whether you're good enough to stay. Your first task is to run to that green flag over there and give me one lap. Then join me at the red flag. Running. From this moment every step I see you take that isn't as fast as your scrawny legs can carry you, will be one more lap. Understood? Good, now move."

She gave him no time to speak, and made no introductions. This was a test, to see how he handled unexpected situations. The green flag she had pointed to was the start/finish line of a makeshift track in the dirt, a one kilometer loop around the training area. The ref flag was about a hundred meters away from the green and was quite obviously a shooting range. Without another word Hevana began making her way to the shooting range, but her gaze never left Nomad.

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[Noamd]

Nomad stuttered a bit while his head absorbed the information

"Right" the said after a few seconds.

He used to run two kilometres every morning when he was younger he thought it would be easy.

He jogged to the green flag and dumped all unwanted gear, he then ran just under sprinting speed. Once he was about halfway his pass had slowed. He finished the kilometre in just under 10 minutes, he then sprint with the last of his energy to the red flag.

"I've... finished.. the.. task" he said painting.


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[Hevana Martin]

"Slow," was her only comment. Then she pointed to a rifle she had set up on the table down range from a hundred meter target. It was the shortest shooting range for a rifle, but she was not focusing on distance for the moment. She wanted to see how well he fired a rifle, one he was likely unfamiliar with, after such physical stress. Truthfully she expected his aim to be terrible, given the conditions. Even under ideal circumstances using a new weapon would throw off an expert. His ability to adapt was all the mattered.

"You have ten bullets. If you do not hit the target with at least one of those bullets you will run a lap for each missed bullet. Now start."

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[Noamd]

Nomad picked up the Blaster he held the scope to his right eye, lined up the shot and fire. the target hit the target but just. The recoil was something Nomad didn't expect. the Blaster flew into Nomad's shoulder and cheek he flew a metre before falling onto his back.

He got back up and pointed the blaster again he lined the shot up and fired, this was a clean miss. Nomad sighed and fired off the other rounds slowly, He only hit the target three times in total, which to him was pretty good. He turned back to [member="Hevana Martin"] hoping he wouldn't have to run more laps

 

[Hevana Martin]

When he finished, Hevana let out a grunt. It was not a happy sounding grunt. "Terrible," she said. "But I can work with it."

Then she stood a little straighter and folded her hands behind her back. "I am Lieutenant Hevana Martin, and you have been recruited to be part of a new combat team called the 'Fast Land/Air REconasance', or 'FLARE.' You will refer to me either as 'ma'am,' or 'Lieutenant Martin' when not on a combat operation. In combat, or a combat simulation, you will refer to me either as 'Lieutenant,' or 'Heavy.' The next year of your life will be the hardest you have ever experienced. During the day you will be doing combat and physical training with me. During the evenings you will be training with every flight simulator we can get our hands on. You will be tired, and you will hate every day more than the previous. But when your training is complete you will be the best Force be damned pilot in this company, and you will fear no one on the battlefield."

She paused, her eyes narrowing slightly as she looked down at the recruit (and given her diminutive height, that was saying something). "Do you have any questions recruit?"

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[Noamd]

Nomad stood straight up when the lieutenant started giving the summary, "Yes ma'am, I have one question, why a year?" he said, flinching once she had finished.

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[Hevana Martin]

Her expression did not change, and she did not immediatly tear him a new blow hole. You do not know what you do not know. "Normally a unit like this would require two to three years of training before I deemed you worthy. Unfortunatly, Firemane is a business and time is money." Her smirk from earlier returned. "Which means you get to enjoy three years of training in just one. Now grab your gear and follow me, I will show you your bunk."

Taking only a moment to grab the rifle, she spun on her heel. Walking with brisk purpose she made her war toward a single story building on the opposite side of the training yard.

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[Noamd]

Nomad collected all of his gear which he dumbed earlier, and caught up with the Lieutenant. He listened to some birds chirping in the trees as he followed her silently towards the building.

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[Hevana Martin]

(Sorry had this written and forgot to actually post it!)

When they arrive at the building, Hevana turned to face the recruit. "This barrack is where you and the other boots will be living. You will have the special privedge of training for an elite unit. Such an honor will naturally draw the attention of your fellow recruits. Try and survive, it would be inconvenient to replace you."

While she did not actually expect any hazing to actually kill the boy, she certainly expected it to make his life harder. Which was good, she needed survivors. He would have to prove himself to the other recruits. Of course, given that their training was only three months to his year he would have to do it three more times. Those would be the real trials. "Your training begins at 0600 sharp. I expect you to be already at the green flag by then. Understood?"

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[Noamd]

(No problem, it happens. Sorry for the short posts)

Nomad listened with all his attention "Understood. Is there anything else I should know?" he said.


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[Hevana Martin]

(No problem, just takes time and practice. We can continue this thread if you'd like, or you can forward Nomad to being trained after this)

"That's 'Is there anything else I should know, Ma'am,' recruit," she said sternly. To build him into a proper soldier, he would need to be broken down first. And that was starting now. Is was something all soldiers and sailors faced if they wished to survive, and an experience Hevana remembered all to well. "To answer your question, I guess you will find out tomorrow. Now pick your bunk and turn in. No activities after lights out. If I catch you horsing around past time, I'll make sure to put that energy to good use. Dismissed."

Turning away, Hevana marched to the complex's main building leaving Nomad to fend for himself for the night. It would be a hard road, but if he survived he will have earned the right to be in what Hevana planned to be the most elite unit in the Galaxy.

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[Noamd]

(I'll just time lapse Nomad)

Nomad placed his gear into the empty footlocker which was beside his new bunk.

He decided the best thing to do was to get rest for the training the next day.

'A whole year...' he thought to himself wondering what the next year of his life would be.

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[Noamd]

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(Wait can I change my mind?)

Nomad awoke early, it wasn't even dawn. He sat up. All of the bunks were now filled. 'huh, so this is the group I'll be training with' he thought to himself. His shoulder was still sore when the weapon recoiled into said shoulder. He checked his commlink: 5:57 'didn't I need to be some where- the green flag!' he remembered. Trying to get up as quickly and silently as possible he almost jumped into his clothes.

He didn't run while in the building but he didn't walk either. Nomad managed to get lost twice but he made his way out after asking several guards. He raced to the flag. He checked the time once more just before he reached his objective 06:08.... Nomad was late.