This is My Rifle...(Galactic Alliance Military Training)

[Noah Corek]

[member="Kiyron"] [member="Kellyn Muir"] [member="Samuel Quentin"] [member="Six-O"]

Fondor
Southern Hemisphere
Omega Holographic Training Facility AKA "The Pit"

Noah sighed as he looked over the massive facility from the facility's control room in the center. Ever since the Alliance had taken control of Fondor, though it was run independently by the Pyre as a sort of local corporate government that extended to Thyferra, Yag'Dhul and Abregado-Rae, they had expanded The Pit nearly doubling it to be one hundred kilometers by one hundred kilometers. Due to these billions of credits that the Alliance had put into it the Pyre allowed them to use it free of charge.

And that was the reason Noah was here today. Someone in the Alliance had requested him and one thousand of the most elite contractors that the Pyre could spare to train fifty-thousand Alliance Soldiers and Marines. Appearently the general who had hired them wanted a joint force of Alliance Marines and Soldiers to use as a sort of shock troop to break the enemy lines. Noah had meet the general already, Lieutenant General Erwin S. Montgomery, and to say they didn't get along was a understatement. General Montgomery had come dressed in full uniform with all his awards and decorations and what meet by Noah and two senior advisors in bare fatigues, sans rank and name, in the standard digitized grays and blacks of the Omega Pyre.

Needless to say the good general was neither impressed nor thought too highly of the two men and one woman that met him. But that mattered little to the contractors, it was their job to train these soldiers and not placate their commanding officer.

Noah looked down at the datapad in his hand and scanned over the lists he made. Noah had divided the twenty-five thousand Alliance Marines and Soldiers into groups of twenty-five allowing each group to have a single instructor. This allowed for more in depth training and guidance.

Also on the datapad was a list of the types of trainings that they would be conducting and in what order.

1. Physical Fitness Training
2. Obstacle/Confidence Courses
3. Marksmanship Training
4. Explosive Ordnance Training
5. Small and Large Unit Tactics
6. Survival Training
7. Hand-to-Hand Combat
8. Melee Combat (Blade/Blunt Weapon)
9. Urban Warfare
10. Mountain Warfare
11. Swamp Warfare
12. Fast Roping
13. Jetpacking
14. Airdropping
15. etc.

Noah looked down at The Pit once again and smiled, this was gonna be a good next several months.

 

[Kiyron]

Kiyron strode into the control-room where [member="Noah Corek"] stood watching over the facility. The SIS operative wasn't wearing a uniform. Instead, he was dressed in civilian business casual underneath an ancient leather jacket. The only thing that identified who he was a name-badge that listed his name and rank of Colonel in the GADF. He had his old uniform, of course, but that didn't suit his role anymore, not that he transitioned into the SIS. Kiyron maintained the old rank, but not the uniform.

He found it rather amusing, being out of the chain of command, but it certainly had its uses. After so many years, the simple rank of Agent was very satisfying.

"Corek, yes?" He asked as he entered, pausing to show his badge. "Kiyron. Assigned to assist with training." He held out his hand, its cybernetic fingers glinting in the light, along with those that made up his other arm as well. "Specialty is marksmanship, survival, and wilderness warfare. Experienced in just about everything else."

He ran them through in his mind- fought urban battles, junkyard battles, dueled Sith. The whole nine yards from running with the Republic Special Forces, then the Defense Force, the Mandalorians, and SIS. "Where might I be of greatest assistance?"

 

[Kaiden Rohn]

[member="Kiyron"] [member="Noah Corek"]


Kaiden entered the control-room, glancing between [member="Kiyron"] and [member="Noah Corek"]. One man, he considered his brother. The other, he had been with during his time in the Protectorate. Both of them, he valued greatly. The Havoc Squad commander, formerly- was clad in nothing but fatigues and a pistol hanging from a shoulder holster. He walked to a chair, and sat down. He smiled at Noah, and opened his hands, in a 'I'm here' sort of stance.

"They didn't have anyone good enough to train their own boys, so they call us.."He mused, glancing over to what he could see from his position. He looked at the chart he was given- on an interesting bit of thing that Kaiden still used. Pen and paper. Wax paper and ink that didn't fade in the rain. He rocked back and forth, checking several things off and crossing a couple points off as well."I'd say that I'm more or less an expert in most of these areas, but I think I'd best be useful in the Mountain, Airdropping, and marksmanship. What I don't see however, on here, is fire and movement, which, I'm going to make a priority, otherwise all these assholes-"He waved a hand towards the plethora of troops."Could get slaughtered. That, and I haven't met any Sith, Imperial this or that, or whomever- use it effectively. We train our guys to outmanuever, and outshoot, AND outfight them, and they simply could not lose."Kaiden tapped his foot on the floor.

"No matter how many stupid guns and fancy armor they outfit themselves with."

 

[Noah Corek]

[member="Kiyron"] [member="Kaiden Rohn"]

Noah looked Kiyron up and down as he entered the room and shook his hand. Noah had seen this type of person before. Military rank, but outside the chain of command, obviously he was SIS who had been allowed to keep his military rank to make him a better asset when dealing with the GADF. "Welcome. Agent. I wasn't aware that the SIS was sending someone to observe and help with the training. I'm sure whatever interest they have are purely beneificial." Noah said as he withdrew his hand and turn his head toward the other man who entered the room.

"Ah Kaiden it's good to see you. I was afraid you wouldn't be able to make it." Noah said to him and gave one final look down to the assembled trainers and trainees. "Well gentlemen," Noah said to the two as he grabbed his plate carrier/ballistic vest while making sure to tighten it correctly, after that he slung his CQCR at his hip, holstered his M9-T11's on his thighs and sheathed his Honor Blade at the small of his back. "let's go see what we're working with here." Noah said as he walked to the elevator.