Demian Monsen (EX Zero-Elite)
Leaving the common area, Elite leaves the recruits behind and heads off to The Director's office, hoping she's still there and not overseeing some test result compiling or something. Luck was on his side however as he knocked and received and invitation inside.
"Sergent Monsen, what can I do for you?"
After a quick salute, Demian stood at ease. "I had a request regarding the new recruits who made it through today's testing."
Looking up from the files covering her desk in neat piles, The Director sweeps her gaze over Elite, closes the file and motions for him to take a seat. "I am aware you stood in on the physical training exercises. What did you think?"
"I think a lot of them were nervous, especially the ones who ended up being sent away. I understand the ability to overcome such nervousness is essential to good teamwork, especially in this line of work, however, I also believe it is a little unfair to expect that much right away."
Leafing through a few files, she withdraws one deftly and opens it. it is of course, Elite's file and she taps the page once she finds the line of data she was looking for. "You had a number of individuals in your old squad who were new recruits, and until the incident that massacred your squad.." this drew an unconscious twitch from Demian to remember, "..you had not lost a single one and each was a strongly productive member of the unit."
"Yes ma'am....I was also offered a training position at one point as well, but declined because I wanted to remain in the field."
"It appears you had a number of offers like that. Turned down three promotions that would have taken you off the front lines, two training positions, and three more from external companies looking to hire a trainer." The Director continued looking through the file, then eventually closed it and slipped it back into place. "So, you had a request, and I assume since it has to do with the recruit that you mean to do something you believe would improve their performance in the tests to come."
"Yes ma'am. I would like to use one of the training sim rooms for environmental training in a beach setting. Swimming and recreational sports are just as much training as some combat simulations, but are easier on the psyche, which should allow the recruits to feel more at ease and less hesitant to show us what they are truly capable of. To justify the use of the simulator, I have also considered a skirmish, splitting the recruits into two teams to hold a mock battle, given each a taste of what fighting other powered individuals will be like. Between the lighter training, and a little R&R in a relaxing setting, I believe we should see some more impressive results tomorrow. I will insure curfew is strictly enforced.
Listening patiently, anyone could see her weighing the pros and cons. Of course taking one of the simulators offline for more serious training had it's own disadvantages, but if it would give them a better idea of the true potential of the remaining troops, it may just be worth it.
"All right. I will grant my permission, but Sergent, this will be a one time deal. With you leading lighter training, you are disrupting the more serious training of other who could be utilizing that room. I expect to see results. Perhaps if I like what I see, I will consider it for future batches of recruits. I will make the arrangements for 1800 hours. You are dismissed."
"Thank you ma'am." Dismissed, Demian salutes and withdraws from the room. Well, aside from that mental bruise from remembering his past, that went much more smoothly than he had anticipated. The Director likes efficiency, and she had been right that taking up one of the rooms for less than serious training was inefficient used of facilities, but if he could provide results, the trade-off would be less apparent, thus reducing the inefficiency. The Director was a smart woman with an open mind, so he would have to show her that her good faith was not misguided.
Returning to the common room, having only been gone about twenty minutes, Deminan cleared his throat to get everyone's attention for the announcement. "We have been cleared to use Training Simulator room 2 for a beach environment training session. Please bring appropriate beach attire. Anyone who lacks such can requisition suits from the Quartermaster. I expect everyone there at 1800 hours, that's 6PM for those of you still getting used to military time. Dismissed."
That done, Elite moved on to get himself ready, though on a side note, headed to the medical ward to pay a visit to a special someone who would be of valuable assistance for the mock skirmish. Moving through the medical rooms, he finally found her, though the vaguely crystalline hair of pale green0blue was difficult to miss, even put up in a military bun as it was under her cap.
"LS, you got a second?" Catching her attention, the young woman turned and her smile lit up her face at seeing Elite. "Always for you Demian. What do you need?"
Damian had a bit of a past with Alexsia, codename Lifestream. He had only met her when he arrived at Bastion, but it was a done deal on sight. While free time was scarce and precious, they spent every moment they could together, and this 'training' on the beach could give them a little together time.
"I've been granted permission to run a lighter training session in a beach environment for the new recruit to ease them a little more smoothly and let them get out some tension so they perform better for their tests tomorrow. Part of the training is going to be a team skirmish, so I would like to have a medic on hand to treat any injuries. Are you available?" Yeah, he had to make it sound business, but they both understood that this is about as close to asking her out on a date as he could really get on Bastion without leave time.
"I'll have to check with the medical captain, but I don't see it being a problem."
"Good to hear. 1800 hours at sim room two. Bring appropriate beach attire. Demian smiled at her, glanced both ways to make sure no-one was in eye shot, and given that their relationship was no real secret, at least in the medical bay to anyone of rank lower than the captain, the other medics made themselves scarce, at least long enough for Demian to give Alex a quick peck on the cheek before heading back to prepare for the training session in a few hours.