Trying to fit in [PM to join]

[Mikkel Markov]

[member="Tyro'din"]

Mikkel was sitting in the room where all new Agents were supposed to report. He wasn't really sure what he was supposed to do, or why he joined the Agents in the first place. Having aligned himself with The Primeval, the Agents just seemed like the next logical step given his skill set. Having just been given the order to report to this room and "Wait for an echo", which didn't make much sense to him at the time, Mikkel set down his pack and started cleaning his rifle in anticipation.

Why would they just have me wait here for all this time? What's the point? Markov thought.

Just as this thought occurred to him, the door to the room opened.

 

[Tyro'din]

Tyro'din entered the room and immediately began to analyse it - finding hiding spots, exits, all things his training had taught him to look for - before looking at the male standing in front of him. He was tall, pale and looked to be well built. He would most likely survive the physical training. The mental and emotion training on the other hand?

"My name is Tyro'din." The bothan said, his rough voice light, "I'll be the one evaluating you and, if you pass, training you as an agent. As much as I can, that is. You will address me as Tyro'din, no other names, no titles, nothing. Do you understand?"


[member="Mikkel Markov"]
(OOC: If you have any problems with this post, feel free to tell me."

 

[Mikkel Markov]

Mikkel nodded in agreement. "Mikkel Markov is my name," he said, his voice sounding artificial as his communication implant spoke for him. Looking [member="Tyro'din"] up and down, Mikkel evaluated him as if he would evaluate an opponent.

He's a bit shorter than I, yet more heavily built. He carries himself like any skilled fighter would, so I doubt I'd be able to take him out without having an element of surprise. I hope he doesn't choose to attack me, I would surely lose. Markov thought.

Assuming this is the "Echo" he was told to wait for, Mikkel took a relaxed stance and smiled. "When do we get started?"

 

[Tyro'din]

"Follow me." Tyro'din ordered before he walked out of the room without looking back to see if his charge was following, if he wanted to learn he would follow. A few minutes later the Bothan entered a sparse room, the only things within it was a matt stretching across it and weapon racks surrounding the walls.

"Here we will be testing your combat ability," he explained as he removed his tunic, leaving him in leather pants, "As an agent you will be required to be a shadow, to stick to the darkness and blend in. Despite this though, there will be times in which you must fight. I will be testing you first in hand to hand combat then blaster firing before we move on to any other weapons you are proficient in."

By now, Tyro'din had finished a brief warm up, "This may be a spar, but come at me with your best shot. Do not stop until either of our asses are planted on the floor. Do you understand and agree." The last sentence was said with a smug smirked stretched across the young Bothan's face.


[member="Mikkel Markov"]

 

[Mikkel Markov]

[member="Tyro'din"]

After following Tyro'din to the room and listening to his statement, Mikkel nodded in agreement. He set his rifle against the wall along with his pack and made sure his limbs were properly stretched. Turning around, Mikkel took a deep breath, exhaled, and started running towards Tyro'din. At about a meter away, however, Mikkel faked left and lunged to the right in order to get into Tyro'din's blind spot. Then, he crouched down and attempted to extend his left leg behind Tyro'din's legs and tried to push Tyro'din in his chest.

((OOC: Not too sure how FRP combat works, so tell me if I do anything wrong))

 

[Tyro'din]

[member="Mikkel Markov"]

Tyro'din allowed a small smile to form on his face as his charge to the initiative. That is, before he slammed his emotionless mask down and fell into the trance he used to fight. 'A good feint' he analysed, 'if executed a bit too soon.'
Reacting, Tyro'din twisted his body round to deflect the oncoming strike to his chest to the side slightly, aiming to catch the arm with his claws. As he turned he brought his leg up, aiming to catch his opponent in the chest, but since Mikkel was crouching down, his foot connected with his head instead.

Tyro'din jumped backwards, closing his eye as he did so, relying on his over-sensitive hearing to help guide him instead.

 

[Mikkel Markov]

[member="Tyro'din"]

As Tyro'din grabbed at Mikkel's arm, he reached over and deflect the grab with an uppercut to the arm, only to be kicked in the forehead. Falling backwards but catching himself, Mikkel stood up, checked for blood on his face and was glad that there was none. Focusing on his opponent, he realized that Tyro'din closed his eye, no doubt relying on his hearing.

There's a reason the Umbaran are known as the Shadow People Mikkel thought as he smiled. He took a few intentionally loud steps to his left, stopped, and took off his shoes. Picking them up, he stealthily walked towards Tyro'din and to his right, careful to hold his breath. When right in front of Tyro'din, he tossed his shoes to impact just to Tyro'din's right side, sidestepped to his own right, and aimed a punch at the left side of Tyro'din's neck.

 

[Tyro'din]

Tyro'din smiled as he heard, just, what his charge had done. 'Clever to take off his shoes to minimise sound.' Tyro'din then began to focus on his sense of smell, slowly tracking his opponent as he came closer, he 'followed' him as he made his way in front of him before he lost concentration slightly when the shoes Mikkel had recently taken off impacted against his side, barely managing to track the Umbaran to his left side and lean backwards slightly. He grunted as he felt the fist glance off his neck, making him short for breathe slightly. Regardless, the Bothan lashed out with all his strength to where he had heard clothes rustle. Feeling some impact, no matter of small of one it may have been, he opened his eyes and began to lash out at the taller figure, aiming to land as many strong blows as possible to the torso as quickly as possible.



[member="Mikkel Markov"]

 

[Mikkel Markov]

[member="Tyro'din"]

Didn't see that coming.

As Mikkel struck his opponent, he was surprised to see that Tyro'din had leaned back, and in his surprise he failed to notice the blow coming for his chest. Taking a heavy blow, Mikkel exhaled his breath and quickly lunged back as Tyro'din launched a barrage of attacks at his chest, gripping where he was struck already. Narrowly avoiding the initial strikes, Mikkel continued to lunge back as Tyro'din attacked, until he could feel his back against the far wall.

He's putting a lot into his attacks, he should be getting exhausted right about now.

 

[Tyro'din]

Tyro'din was panting heavily and stumbled back a few steps. He had put too much into those attacks and now left himself open.

An act really. He had obsessively trained his mind and body, often bringing himself close to breaking point - the point of no return - in a pursuit of perfection, this was nothing. But he wanted to see how Mikkel would react to his faked situation, how would he take advantage of it.

'C'mon' he thought, 'show me while I should focus my time on you.'


[member="Mikkel Markov"]

(OOC: This ok with you. Bare in mind that he has been training himself in as much as possible since the age of 11 (15 yrs ago))

 

[Mikkel Markov]

[member="Tyro'din"]

Mikkel was slightly surprised to see his opponent back off while his back was against the wall, regardless how tired he seemed. Regardless, Tyro'din did leave himself open for a counterattack.

But should I be as obvious as I was with my previous attacks? Mikkel thought. No, of course not.

Mikkel lifted one leg, pressed his foot flat against the wall, crouched down, and pushed off with all his strength. Before falling head first into the ground, Mikkel tucked in, somersaulted, and pushed off the ground with his hands, legs outstretched and aimed at Tyro'din's chest.

 

[Tyro'din]

Tyro'din watched every move carefully, analysing and evaluating them. 'Clever, attacking in a way not even I could of predicted' he thought. Nodding his head the Bothan swing his body to the left slightly and grabbed the oncoming attack. Using the Umbaran's momentum against him, he pulled Mikkel through and down to the ground. All of that happened in less than a second, but despite Tyro'din's best effort, he still felt an impact against his side, which he let out a slight grunt at.

Taking a step backwards, Tyro'din bowed to his opponent, "I think we can stop here, I've seen what I need to." He kept his eyes on Mikkel until he to bowed then walked over the where Mikkel had placed his equipment, "Next we will be testing proficiency with weapons. Show me which you have with you first."


[member="Mikkel Markov"]

 

[Mikkel Markov]

[member="Tyro'din"]

Mikkel stood up with a grunt and smiled, happy he was able to hold his own in a fair fight. Acknowledging Tyro'din's command, he walked over to his pack as well, opening the bag and pulling out the parts for his disassembled blaster rifle. After assembling it on the spot, he set it next to his other rifle and pulled a pistol out of the bag.

"E-78 Marksman Rifle," Mikkel said, pointing to the rifle he had carried in. "E-41r Blaster Rifle," he said, pointing to the gun he had just assembled. Finally, pointing at the pistol, "and my P9-8 Blaster pistol. It isn't much, but it's what I got."

Mikkel stood up, facing Tyro'din. "Which do you want me to use first?"

 

[Tyro'din]

"You'll start with the pistol, we'll need to go to the range for the rifles." Tyro'din said after he had gotten over his admiration for how fast the rifle had been assembled, he could shoot a gun fine but not assemble one. "First I want you to fire off as many shots in ten seconds as you can while hitting as close to centre as possible, you aim and you lose time, don't aim and you might miss. Good luck." As be finished soaking the Bothan took out a datapad that would show him the results of the test.



[member="Mikkel Markov"]

 

[Mikkel Markov]

[member="Tyro'din"]

Mikkel smiled and picked up the pistol. Making sure it was loaded, he turned to notice the target on the opposite wall, about 10 meters from his current position and about 1 meter in diameter. Mikkel took a deep breath, lifted the pistol with both hands and aimed down the sights with both eyes opened, and started to exhale.

As soon as the sights alligned with the center of the target, Mikkel started firing. The first shot met its mark, the second hit above and to the right about 10cm, a result of the recoil. Able to correct for this, Mikkel let out 13 more shots, most of which landed inside the radius of the first two shots, the last two shots landed high due to a combination of time running out and Mikkel running out of breath in his exhale.

Mikkel lowered his pistol and turned to Tyro'din.

 

[Tyro'din]

[member="Mikkel Markov"]

Tyro'din watched this was a pleased smile. While not perfect, it was very good and very few got a perfect score anyway. "Very good." He praised before he turned and marched out of the room and back into the hall, pausing at the door for a few seconds to give Mikkel time to grab his gear. He entered the room a few doors down, hoping that his charge had followed.

The new room was split into 10 stalls. At the end of each stall there were 5 circular targets, each a different size. Along the back wall - behind where the stalls began - there were racks set up with holstered rifles.

Turning, the Bothan addressed the taller figure, "Here you will do the same thing, this time with one of your rifles. Same time limit, same goal. I hope you do as well as last time." Finished with what he had to say, Tyro'din stepped back and let Mikkel do the task in his own time.


(OOC: I understand that this may seem repetitive, but i have a reason behind this.)

 

[Mikkel Markov]

[member="Tyro'din"]

Mikkel clipped his pistol onto his belt, slung the marksman rifle and bag over each shoulder, picked up his assembled blaster rifle, and followed Tyro'din to the new room. Examining the targets, Mikkel took the smallest of the five, one about 10 cm in diameter, and placed it 20 meters down range. Back at his stall, he set down the bag and marksman rifle to his left, and raised his E-41r.

Taking a few seconds to adjust the scope's zoom down to 1x, Mikkel got into a proper shooting stance; feet a little wider than shoulder width apart, left foot in front facing the target, right leg behind him slightly pointed at a 90 degree angle, both knees slightly bent. Going through the same breathing exercise he went through when firing the pistol, taking a deep breath and exhaling, firing his first shot when it aligned with the center of the target.

This time Mikkel didn't have to correct for recoil like he did with the pistol. Familiar with the rifle, as soon as the shot was fired he applied downward force to counteract the recoil using the foregrip, almost eliminating the effect altogether. Shot after shot, Mikkel hit his mark each time. Firing 17 shots in 10 seconds, the barrel started glowing red from overheating.

Adjusting the zoom again to get a closer look at the target, Mikkel smiled when he saw his shots leave a thick black circle about 4 cm in diameter scorched onto the target.

"I hope I don't have to fire in rapid succession like that again, the barrel overheats when firing any more than a few short bursts at a time" Mikkel commented.

 

[Tyro'din]

Tyro'din let out a quick chuckle at the results. "Excellent. You're a lot better than me at the rifle." He said. "Now," he began, "we come to the mental part of the evaluation." Marching out of the room and entering the hall once more, he entered a room that was at the end of the hall. The new room was large, a hall more than a room. There was a floor-to-ceiling glass window replacing one wall. There were large speakers at each corner of the room. Set out in rows there were over 50 desks, each able to seat three. Turning to Mikkel, Tyro'din continued his explanation.

"In here you will be completing two tests as quickly as possible. The second test will be a generalised test, made to mark your intelligence. You will be marked on how fast you complete the test and how many right answers you have. The first test will be done now and will be short. You will answer questions designed to evaluate your personality, please answer honestly, we need to know if you're a psychopath, for example, so that we can redirect your studies appropriately. During your second test sounds and other such detractions will be used to see how well you can tune them out. Any questions? If not, you may begin when you are ready." Finished speaking, the Bothan walked over to one of the walls and picked up a datapad which he placed on one of the desks.


[member="Mikkel Markov"]

 

[Mikkel Markov]

[member="Tyro'din"]

Markov shrugged and sat down at the desk, curious about what kind of person he was himself.

Am I a psychopath? I wouldn't know, I rarely interact with anyone anymore. For the past few years I have been out for myself, not really worrying about others. Does that make me a psychopath? No, probably not. At most I'd say I'm a sociopath.

Shrugging off the thought, Mikkel started the test. The test questions seemed simple enough, standard psychiatric evaluation questions with a few differences here and there to cater to the needs of the Agents. The question set that bothered him the most was about if he had killed anyone, and why. The answer to the question was most definitely a 'yes', but the reasoning behind it varied. Mikkel thought for a minute, and gave the response 'because I had to'.

Mikkel finished filling out the form and submitted it. Other than the questions previously mentioned, the answers suggested Mikkel Markov was an isolationist; he preferred to work alone or in small groups and rarely communicated with others.

 

[Tyro'din]

[member="Mikkel Markov"]

While Tyro'din was conduction an analysis of Mikkel's submitted answers he said, "Move immediately onto your next test. Remember you will be tested on: time, correct answers and your ability to ignore detractions." With that said he retreated to the back of the room.

Tyro'din's ears twitched slightly as he finished reading through the Umbaran's answered and thought about what he had read, he himself ignoring the slight distractions in the room, 'I would say he is an isolationist, particularly a minor sociopath. Best idea would be to train him to do solo missions almost exclusively, assassination and espionage, maybe training to work with one or two partners in the field. That is, of course,' Here Tyro'din looked up towards the recruit focussing on his test, 'if he passes. I must admit, I hope he does. It would be ... interesting.'