Fusion: Vanguard Issue #1: Orientation (IC)

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Fusion: Vanguard Issue #1: Orientation (IC)

Post by Prescient » Mon May 17, 2010 4:57 pm

Vanguard #1: Orientation

There was a sense of nervousness as all of the recruits boarded the transport shuttle outside the UN building in Manhattan. It had been several months, longer for some, of applications, physicals, psychological exams, and background checks to get here. They were finally heading to the Bastion space station for training. They were going to be members of Vanguard.

As they shuttle approached escape velocity, several new recruits lost their lunches, a combination of physical forces and mental nervousness getting the better of them. It was expected, and the flight crew seemed to take pride in performing maneuvers that would encourage such reactions. Nevertheless, the atmosphere faded away and the only thing before the recruits was a space station the size of which they never dreamed possible. Bastion, the first defense station in the war against super-powered terrorism.

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The docking bay of the of Bastion was busy with people scurrying every which way. People in uniforms were fixing other shuttles, preparing them for takeoff, and other tasks common to a flight deck. From the structure of it all it felt more like a military operation than a superhero headquarters.

As the group, lead by an agent from the recruitment office back on earth, approached the main doors that entered into station proper, they were met by two men standing near each other. Both had short hair, but one was much larger than the other, standing near 6'4". The larger man had a cybernetic arm and his uniform was cut to expose the entire thing. After the group settled into a position in front of them, the larger man spoke, and he got straight down to business.

"Apparently the recruitment office thinks you are Vanguard material, we'll see about that." His voice boomed through the entire docking bay. "My name is Lt. Col. Marc Slayton, the codename is Diehard, but you don't get to use codenames until you've earned your own, so you'll refer to me as Sir, Lt. Col., or God. Out of the sixteen of you I expect no more than three to make, and that's if I'm lenient on my assessment. Vanguard is the first fighting force against the world's most dangerous beings, and frankly, I don't think any of you know what you're getting yourselves into, so I'm going to be very clear about a few things."

He walks a little closer to the group. "First of all, I am not you friend!" he yells. "I am not your mother! To tell the truth, I don't even like the idea that you think you can hack it with the world's finest fighting force. The men and women who serve on this station earned their positions in combat, REAL COMBAT! Not that sissy shit you're used to hearing about on CNN. And I promise you, if you do not measure up to the least of the crew on this station you'll be flushed out immediately, I don't care what your powers are, because in the end, they count for nothing."

Diehard stepped back and calmed his demeanor. He points to a small circular hatch on the wall nearby. You'll be given a security and safety briefing later, but I want all of you to take a look at this now. This is an escape pod, there are a series of them in every major corridor and room on the station. They are all preprogramed to fly into the nearest large body of water on earth, namely the Atlantic or Pacific oceans. If you do not cut it in training, you don't leave on a comfy transport like the one you came in on. You leave in an escape pod. Do you understand?" The room boomed a nervous but loud "Yes, Sir!"

"I know you've been through a battery of tests and a long application process. It's only begun. Right now you'll be lead to a panel of psychologists to determine if you're capable of handling the mental stresses of fighting, given the pattern of soiled shirts from the trip up here, I doubt it. After that you'll be tested physically to see if you're capable of fighting at all."

Diehard then motions to the man standing at military ease to his left. "This is Sergeant Monsen, codenamed Elite. For those of you that make it, he'll be your section leader. If you see him in the halls, giving orders, eating, or taking a piss, you give him the proper respect, do I make myself clear?" Again, the group shouts, "Yes, Sir!"

Then the door opened behind him and an athletic, very attractive female walked out. "This is Christine Trelane, known as the Director. She's in charge of operating procedures on Bastion. If you so much as look at her wrong, I'll have you on an escape hatch before you can blink." Diehard's harsh introduction of the Director seemed perfect for her. She had an edge to her gaze that implied a lack of sympathy for weakness in those under her command.

"Thank you, Lt. Col." The Director said. She got a glazed look in her eye for a moment, but only a moment, and it was then that those in the room saw the mechanical headpiece that wrapped around the back of her head. "The psychological panel and training rooms are ready for them."

"You heard the lady, MOVE OUT!" Diehard shouted.

After the recruits leave the room, The Director turns to Elite. "Please come to my office, We need to talk about your new position." After hearing a disciplined but relaxed "Yes, ma'am," she turns and leaves.

The group was lead by various training staff to individual rooms for one-on-one psychological exams. After which, if they passed, they were lead to a training room to be tested on an obstacle course and various fighting simulations and sparring sequences. The entire process took more than nine hours, with promises that it would continue tomorrow.
Welcome to Vanguard :). For an introductory post, RP the psychological exam briefly. The psychologists will ask where you're from, what your experience is, and what you can do. It doesn't have to be that detailed, though, simply figure a way to give a brief description of your character's capabilities and backstory as though they were telling someone. Also, make Attack and Fortitude rolls for your character's physical test, you can RP that as much as you like. After the tests, you are allowed to go to the common area for refreshments and relaxation - there may be others there, it is a "common area" - or to your quarters. The rest of the station is off limits.

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Re: Fusion: Vanguard Issue #1: Orientation (IC)

Post by Project Icarus » Mon May 17, 2010 6:52 pm

Eagle

John sat down in the small metal chair and shifted uncomfortably as his wings pressed against the back of the chair.

The examiner opened a manila folder, glanced at its contents, then looked back up at John, adjusting his glasses.

“It says in your file that your name is John Doe.”

That’s right. That’s the name they used for me when I was taken to the hospital. I don’t remember that. Actually, I don’t remember anything before waking up in the ER.

“So you have no idea of where you came from before that?” John nodded. “It’s not as though winged men are exactly common. No one could identify you?”

John smiled ruefully as he shook his head. “No one who didn’t say I am Michael the Archangel or Satan’s imitation.” He paused to collect his thoughts. “I guess that anyone who knows who I am either doesn’t want me to know or doesn’t want someone else to know. But that’s okay. I don’t need to rely on who I used to be. I am who I am, and I want to help people with what the abilities I have been given.

The examiner scribbled a few notes on his file and asked a question without looking up. “The media calls you the Eagle. Why is that?”

The wings, I guess,” John answered, a sarcastic hint in his voice. “One of the nurses at the hospital called me that first. I guess it stuck.

"When I got out of the hospital, I didn’t have anything to do, anywhere to go. When you don’t have a life of your own, I guess that you have to make one. Mine ended up being that of what some would call a hero. I just want to help people. That’s why I’m here.

“’Here’ as in Vanguard, or ‘here’ as in alive?”

Both, I guess,” John replied.

The examiner looked over his notes again. “You said earlier that you want to use your ‘abilities’ to help people. What exactly are your abilities?”

Other than the wings, I have better than average strength and agility, I can see for miles, and I’m pretty hard to hurt from what I can tell. If I am hurt, I heal quickly. They said that when I was found, I had broken bones and severe burns. I was fine within hours, when it should have taken me weeks to recover. Same thing has happened every time I’ve been shot or stabbed.

“I take it that’s happened pretty often?”

You could say that. Helping people often means that I run that risk.

The examiner scratched his cheek. “You do know that vigilantism is illegal?”

That’s what I’ve heard,” John replied.

“And that doesn’t concern you?”

Not as long as I’m helping people. The police couldn’t be everywhere at once, and I couldn’t just sit back while people were being hurt or robbed. Sometimes doing what’s right trumps what is legal.

This went on for some time. Finally, when the exam was over, John was led to a training room for the physical exams.

He didn't do as well in the combat as he liked, but in physical testing, he passed with flying colors.

Despite the fact that he was tired after the long day, John decided that he may as well go to the common area to meet the other recruits. After all, they might be on a team together in the future.
Attack: 1d20+6=7
Fortitude: 1d20+8=28

Unless someone else really wants it, I'm going to go ahead and use brown as Eagle's color. It plays off of his feather coloring, and there aren't any other colors that really jump out at me.

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Re: Fusion: Vanguard Issue #1: Orientation (IC)

Post by Reaper » Mon May 17, 2010 9:21 pm

Spartan

Arrival: Bastion Station

John takes the ride up in stride. Closing his eyes and focusing he lets everything else slip away. The ride doesn't go fast or slow it simple goes until they arrive at their destination. Stepping out of the transport he falls into line with the ease born of a military carreer. "Sir, yes sir!" is the shouted answer when one is required.

Psych Testing: Specialist Underhill - Spartan Candidate 021

John answered the questions with as simple of an answer as possible. They began with his early life then moved into his military record. Eventually finishing up with his participation in the Spartan program. They documented his answers all of which he'd been carefully coached to give regarding the programs procedures and inner workings. The canned answer comes out "The program permanently altered the composition of my carbon make up. The result was an increased mass, impenatrable skin, and increased strength." After realizing he wasn't giving up anything they didn't already know they quickly wrapped up and sent him on to the physical testing.

Physical Test: Training Room

On the physical tests he easily excelled. With his military training and enhanced body he crushed most of the tests showing his reason for being selected to join Vanguard.
Attack;Fortitude (1d20+6=21, 1d20+10=23)
Took a little freedom in making the super soldier program a little secretive. "The answers above your paygrade." kind of thing
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Re: Fusion: Vanguard Issue #1: Orientation (IC)

Post by EPIC » Tue May 18, 2010 12:54 am

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The road was long, and the training was sadistic to be kind, but he was finally here on Bastion. Demian had been fighting a long time, first as a soldier, then through rehabilitation as a Super Soldier. He felt every right to be proud of himself, though if Diehard was to be believed on any given occasion he spoke about it, this training was nothing compared to the "real fighting" that would be going on "out there". Well, whatever. In Demian's mind, he beat death once. He could do it again and as many times as he needed to.

At present, he stood next to Diehard, awaiting the new potentials from the recruitment office planet side. At present, wearing his Vanguard uniform of rank rather than his tactical gear. The one concession to his uniform is the sleek gauntlet on his right arm, a high tech piece of machine with a screen and various manipulators such as buttons.

"Sir, how many do you think will be worth the time training? It's been pretty slow and frankly, disappointing lately in the recruits they've been sending up. One batch of failures after another."

"We'll be lucky if even ONE of them is worth keeping around. HR says there are some decent candidates this time, though, I doubt they'd know a decent candidate if one smacked them upside the head."

It wasn't too much longer before the shuttles arrived with the recruits, several in need of fresh shirts due to their weak constitutions making a return on their lunches. With a sigh, Demian stood at attention, then at ease as Diehard went about with the introductions, just letting his eyes pass over the group, trying to pick out individuals who looked promising, his eyes settling surprisingly, and unmistakably to 5 other individuals, though what that meant to them would be a mystery for now.

Demian himself is of average height with a sleek, but broad build. His skin is of a darker olive hue, likely of Greek decent along with his jet black hair of medium-short length and his piercing green eyes that seem just a little too vibrant to be a natural color. In his uniform, he cuts an impressive figure, though nowhere near as intimidating as Diehard.

Once the briefing is over and his presence is requested by The Director, Demian takes his leave to her office, closing the door behind him. Standing at attention, he waits for permission to be at ease and to take a seat.

"You wanted to speak to me ma'am?"

"Yes, I wanted to congratulate you once again on your promotion, but also to brief you on what exactly it will entail in the days to come once we weed out the individuals unfit for Vanguard."

She pours a pair of drinks from a decanter on her desk, handing one across to Demian, who accepts it with a polite nod.

"In short, you will be leading one of the rookie teams once we've compiled enough suitable candidates. Given your record of service with the military, I hardly worry about your qualifications for the position. Numerous successful sorties and merits of service, a few demerits, though each counter balanced with a commendation for excellent results and judgment. To be frank, we couldn't have asked for a more suited squad captain."

"Thank you ma'am, but with all due respect, I was the cause of my military squad's massacre in my last sortie for the military."

The Director flips to the relevant page in Demian's file. "Yes, we are well aware of that, and it remains the only questionable blemish on your otherwise sterling record. You do have a habit for being aggressive and direct in your methods and perhaps the only reason that incident occurred was due to either luck or predictability in your methods. I'm sure you've had this discussion with Vanguard's psychiatrists and I will tell you much that I assume they also told you. Get over it, learn from it and better yourself. All of which I believe you have done over the course of your training with us."

"Thank you ma'am.. was there anything else?"

"Not presently. We will inform you once the squad has been constructed and assigned. For now, why don't you go inspect the recruits yourself. You seem to have a keen eye for talent. You may spot something the inspectors miss. Oh, and one last thing. The Lt.Col. has his own way of doing things with a high level of expected obedience from his subordinates. Just remember many of your squad will not have military or government backgrounds and won't be used to such harsh command. Take care of your troops and they will take care of you."

"Yes ma'am. Thank you." Placing his empty glass on the desk, Demian stands, salutes, then makes his way out of the office.

Over the next several hours, Demian stands in and observes the physical trials of each applicant. Of course, many don't have anywhere close to what it takes, but once again, the five he had singled out on arrival, he watches with more intensity, wondering if his intuition is correct about them.

Eventually he makes his way into the common area where the others many see him once again since their training if they had noticed him among the examiners. Walking over to a small group of recruits talking excitedly amongst themselves, he leans in and listens a little before they even notice his stealthy approach.

"I dunno, I as thinking about something like Flashstorm! Or Thunderzap!"
"Those both sound over-dramatic. I've already figured out my codename. Prince."
"Seriously? How's that a codename? Your powers are turning into a plant!"

"You know...the Lt.Col. is not prone to making idle threats. I've watched him eject a recruit from the last batch. It wasn't pretty."

The small group jump as they finally notice the uniformed officer addressing them, but before they can start stammering out excuses, he raises a hand to silence them.

"Codenames aren't chosen, they are earned. End of story. The reason is because your codename will come to define you. It's something that comes with time, and you don't always choose it yourself. So, no more talk of it, unless you think the Lt.Col. was bluffing. Just remember his codename is Diehard. Think about what I've said and how he earned that codename."

And with that, he left the recruits looking rather pale as their imaginations went wild with assumptions as to how the Lt.Col. got his codename. Any of the new recruits could easily approach him as he sits and enjoys a coffee.

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Re: Fusion: Vanguard Issue #1: Orientation (IC)

Post by sirzanek » Tue May 18, 2010 8:10 am

WiFire

PFC Corrins sat down somewhat nervously infront of the panel doing his psych evaluation. Though he had gone through this act numerous times before, it was always a bit unsettling, mostly because he never knew what the results were. He had to assume that they hadn't found anything really wrong with him, seeing as he was still in active duty. Although at this point, if they did find something wrong with him, what were they going to do? Take him apart? The thought made him a bit uneasier than normal. That and the fact that the two people at the table in front of him had not actually looked at him yet and he had been in the room more than a full minute. Their attention was being held by whatever was in the folders in front of them, which Alan could only assume to be his service record. Finally, mercifully, one of them spoke.

"PFC Corrins, you've got quite the record here. There are some anomolies we'd like clarification on though. It says here that when you took your service aptitude exams you scored extremely well in not only computer technology and electronics, but your abilities as a combat pilot and tactician were also abnormally high. Now, looking over your transcipts, its not hard to understand your ability with computers. But where exactly did you pick up training in those other areas?"

"PS3, sir."

"...I beg your pardon?"

"Playstation 3, sir. And X-Box. There are quite a few top notch combat aviation simulators on the market. Then there were the large scale tactical RPG's and sims. The Rainbow Six franchise is actually quite a good small squad tactics simulator. Of course after a while it gets predictable, so I went to Halo online to learn more about adaptive battle tactics. Flying a mission with the drone or playing an online game, the same basic principles apply. Make sure your squad has the edge so they don't get ganked. Pwn the enemy and get out so everyone goes home and you don't have a TPW."

"...TPW?"

"Total Party Wipe, sir." Alan had gotten comfortable talking about games and had almost forgotten who he was talking to at the moment. Then the other examiner spoke.

"I'm sorry Private. Do you think this is a game?" he said in that accusatory, almost reprimanding way you would speak to a child. Alan got very serious very quickly. Letting his left hand settle on the table with an audible clang, he responded.

"No sir. In a game, if I get sloppy, I lose a life and start over at the save point. My left arm was blown off, replaced at the shoulder. Both legs severed and replaced at the hip. I lost my right eye and a fair bit of skull. 63.8% of my brain is now composed of high capacity micro processors and silicon instead of organic tissue. I definitely do not see this as a game. In a game if I give my team bad information and we die, then we respawn and try again. If that happens in the field, I'm dead, they're dead, and whoever we were going after is going to do something very bad, which will probably make a lot more people dead. Not a game. The army has spent an awful lot of time and money making sure I was very good at one thing; giving my team the edge. Terrorists are going to try to close the gap between themselves and super powered law enforcement using technology. My job is to make that technology my bitch and make sure that the heavy hitters have the intell to take out any threat before it gets to the point that it could harm civilians. Do I sometimes focus my abilities by abstracting the situation mentally and analyzing the situation in context of game strategy? Yes. Do I equate the consequences of field operations and Saturday night LAN parties? No sir, I do not."

For a second, both examiners look at him with completely inscutable expressions, and then jot down a series of notes. Of course, they had to be old school and use pen and paper. Alan was kind of hoping that they would type the notes to send off to a third party so he might be able to at least take a quick look at them.

"Thank you, Private, that will be all." Alan got up and headed out for the physical test, sure that his little speech had just cost him his chance.

The phsyical tests were not nearly as bad as Alan was fearing. He actually felt pretty good about the tests of his control with the D-Pack. The strength and endurance tests could have gone better though...
OOC- Attack and Fortitude rolls 1d20+8=28, 1d20+2=14
After a quick shower, Alan went down to the common area to grab a snack and see what the rest of the recruits looked like after coming out of the testing phase. Of course, not being the most social person in the world, he sat in the corner with his laptop working on programming his freeware version of SquadPong for the Wii. Of course to anyone else, it would look like he was half asleep and staring off into space...

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Re: Fusion: Vanguard Issue #1: Orientation (IC)

Post by Storm Vermin » Tue May 18, 2010 1:44 pm

Arsenal

Jack was only slightly nervous about the psych test. It would be one of many similar evaluations he was subjected to in the last year, after this whole mess. Now, he sat opposite to a man who was looking at the contents of a folder he was holding. Jack could only imagine that it contained information about him. After few minutes of awkward silence, the psychologist asked his first question.

"It's Jack, uh, Turkocki, right?" The doctor evidently had some difficulies pronouncing the foreign last name.

"Jack will suffice." He answered with a slight smile.

"Your files provide quite an interesting story. You murdered a person a year ago and yet, you aren't in a jail. Even more, you are cooperating with the military. Would you care to explain this peculiar situation?

Jack cringed when he heard the question. "Well, first of all, I wouldn't call this murder, rather a crime of passion, a very long period of 'temporary insanity'. Honestly, I am sure that if I did it with a gun we wouldn't have been having this conversation now. But you probably know what made it special. I guess that our country was interested in my know-how, and simply provided me with the resources I needed to pump out more machines of destruction. This doesn't mean that I don't regret what I did. I really do, but... well, I can't rewrite history, right?

The psychologists was writing something in his notebook all the time. Meanwhile, he asked yet another question.

"Why do you want to join the Vanguard?"

"The decision wasn't entirely mine, I guess the Army simply wanted to do something with me, and they thought that this is the best way they could use my talents. But I also wanted this. I simply want to hellp people, contribute to the society the best way I can. I know it sounds little far-fetched, but this is simply how I feel."

The questioning went on for almost an hour more. Jack stumbled out of the room rather worried about the results. There was still the physcial tests, which he passed surprisingly well. Of course, the combat tests were still ahead of him. Jack climbed into his battle armor, which was brought to orbit alongside him. He was still pondering the potential results of his psychological examination. Unfortunately, it meant he could hardly focus on the combat. Luckily, the suit's fine computer systems and Jack's intellect ensured that the results weren't disastrous, but still, he could fare better.

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Re: Fusion: Vanguard Issue #1: Orientation (IC)

Post by Fatty » Tue May 18, 2010 3:50 pm

Greg

"So Mr. Holmes you're a civilian?"

"Yes"

"It states here that you have done some travelling and aid work, most recently in Africa in a combat zone. It also states that this is where you first came into your abilities?"

"Yes"

"You're not very talkative are you Mr. Holmes?"

"I have had this conversation six times already, you have all my information. Is there anything specific you wish ask?"

"It's states in your file that you were picked up, outside small town by Allied Peace Keeping forces, when they checked the town for survivors, they found that some of the bodies wounds they had never seen before, do you know how these may have been caused"

"I have very little memory of what happened there" Greg lifted his head up from where he was staring at the floor, with a tired face "I am not a soldier", unlike most of the others, he was one of the few applicants that was a civilian before and had made it this far. "I was naive, I thought I could make a difference, instead I ended up losing my friends in a very violent and sudden fashion." Greg sighs "From what I've learnt about my powers it is very likely that I killed those people, however, I have had this chat more than I would have liked to, it has been explained to me that the trauma of the near death situation and the emergence of my abilities may have caused the memory loss, nothing like that has happened since.”

>>The examiners make some notes.

“Mr. Holmes, thank you for your time please proceed to the physical exam”

Greg makes his way to the testing area.
Before something shook apart and broke they sent Greg on his way, he heads to the common area to catch the end of Elite’s talk and waits nervously to see if he cut the mustard.
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Re: Fusion: Vanguard Issue #1: Orientation (IC)

Post by Prescient » Tue May 18, 2010 5:23 pm

Of the sixteen recruits that arrived on station, three were disqualified immediately after the psyche tests and five more were sent home after the physical test - only two of the more belligerent ones were jettisoned out in an escape pod by Diehard. The rest of the failed applicants (no longer referred to as recruits) shipped out on a shuttle immediately before evening chow time.

The eight remaining recruits, exhausted as they were, went to the Common Area to get some food and relax. One of the recruits, a young girl, approached a recruit who seemed to be half asleep and staring off into oblivion. The tag on his gray training uniform read "A. Corrins."

"Hello," she said, somewhat startling PFC Corrins out of his programming - although he was used to such things and hardly showed his surprise. "My name's Jonica, I'm new here too." Although young, Jonica was very pretty, and more than a little innocent looking. She seemed barely of age to be eligible for military service, much less experienced enough to qualify for an elite team like Vanguard.

One of the other recruits, the one who was chastised by Elite, was keeping quite and concentrating on his drink. The other six recruits find their way to a table easy enough, with a warm plate of rather decent cafeteria food.
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Re: Fusion: Vanguard Issue #1: Orientation (IC)

Post by Fatty » Tue May 18, 2010 5:58 pm

Greg

Greg finds a seat at the table and sits down eyeing up the young girl as he does, he then looks at the remaining recruits, in and British accent "So I guess this is it, the final selection. They were rather vigorous weren't they, I got bored after the 6th of 7th psych test and what's with Diehard I didn't think he'd actually shoot people out of the station I mean I heard that Elite guy say that he would I just had trouble believing it. Are all military higher ups like this?" Maybe that was a little bit to much... "I'm Greg by the way... I don't want to get shot out of the station so no codename."
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Re: Fusion: Vanguard Issue #1: Orientation (IC)

Post by Reaper » Tue May 18, 2010 7:38 pm

Spartan

John sits down and digs into his food. Little thought is spared towards finesse as he methodically shovels it in. As he eats he takes in the surrounding people wondering as to their qualifications.
Fatty wrote:Greg
"I'm Greg by the way... I don't want get shot out of the station so no codename."
stopping the flow of food from his plate to his mouth he extends a hand to greg "John."
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Re: Fusion: Vanguard Issue #1: Orientation (IC)

Post by Project Icarus » Tue May 18, 2010 7:46 pm

Eagle

John did his best to conceal his distaste for the man eying the young girl, nodding to him as he sat down near to John. "My name's John. John Doe, actually," he said, looking to the 'other' John. "You might have heard of me as Eagle. As for the colonel, I wouldn't know if all military brass is like that. I'm not military, either."

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Post by Fatty » Tue May 18, 2010 8:18 pm

Greg

Greg shakes John's (Spartan's) Hand "Nice to meet you." then speaks to John (Eagle) "John Doe, isn't that they name they give to unidentified dead people in the U.S, or in some legal cases?”
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Re: Fusion: Vanguard Issue #1: Orientation (IC)

Post by EPIC » Wed May 19, 2010 1:13 am

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HP: 1

Demian leans back in his seat, having chosen one away from the recruits where he can keep an eye on the whole room, and an ear open for any more codename talk so he can put it to rest before Diehard catches wind of it. Of course he understood the reason for codenames being earned, and also though the Lt.Col.'s punishment was a little on the harsh side, but as a soldier, he really wasn't in any position to question the Lt.Col. who far outranked him.

One by one, the scant few remaining recruits mill into the room, the super soldier's green eyes locking on each in turn, recalling information from their files on powers and records, as well as the events from the earlier physical training sessions he watched.

It certainly had turned out rather as he thought, if there WERE a few more recruits left than he anticipated. But those five he picked out from the initial crowd were still around, and some of them even out-performed the group as a whole, though in no record-breaking way. But still, they warrented watching.

For anyone who might ask the crew about Sergent Monsen, they'd learn he's got military background, known for aggressive but brilliant tactics, and as far as his personality, he's far more friendly than Diehard, though that's a pretty tall stick to measure against. Still, while appearing professional, he doesn't give off that intimidating vibe the Lt.Col., or even The Director does.

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Re: Fusion: Vanguard Issue #1: Orientation (IC)

Post by Project Icarus » Wed May 19, 2010 6:22 am

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Greg shakes John's (Spartan's) Hand "Nice to meet you." then speaks to John (Eagle) "John Doe, isn't that they name they give to unidentified dead people in the U.S, or in some legal cases?”
"Well, I don't know about dead people, but that's what they called me when they found me, almost dead. I had amnesia", John answered. There was nothing defensive about his tone, he just answered Greg's question matter-of-factly. "In case you're wondering, I have regenerative ability in addition to the wings. The doctors say it has something to do with what they called stem nodes, throughout my body, that produce large quantities of stem cells. That's probably the only reason I'm still around."

John paused, looking to the others. "So what can you guys do?"

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Re: Fusion: Vanguard Issue #1: Orientation (IC)

Post by sirzanek » Wed May 19, 2010 7:07 am

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As Alan is snapped out of his programming reverie, he saw something completely foreign to him; a pretty girl who wanted to talk to him. Mentally sending a save command, he started to attempt the painful ritual of small talk. "Uh, hi. My name's Alan. Sorry I was a bit spacey there, I was working." As usual, the response was a quizzical look. "Oh, uh, I'm a cyberpath. I talk to computers....not like in a weird way, like they're telling me to kill people or anything...I mean I can...uh, ok, uh reboot the conversation. Hi, I'm Alan. Jonica, that's a pretty name. What do you do?" The last three sentences come out incredibly quickly, as Alan's typical response to any degree of estrogen takes over his vocal processors. Luckily, Jonica seems to be more amused than put off by Alan's social ineptitude.
"It OK. When I use my powers its a like that with me too. I'm a Telepath so I totally get what you're talking about. It would be so cool if we both made the team, between the two of us, we could find out like everything!" Alan relaxed a bit. The girl's enthusiasm was infectious, as well as her smile.
"Well, here's hoping. I'm not sure though. I got a little flip with the guys doing the psyche eval, and my stamina test could have gone better. Combat was fine, my little buddies were in top form," he says, patting the top of the D-Pack, two drones visible but inert at the top of the two containment cylinders. "I just hope they take into account that I am carrying a little more weight than my size would indicate." And with that he taps his metal hand against his metal thigh, making a clear clanging sound.
"Oh, well mine went really well. Funny how easy a psych exam can go when the examiner is 'convinced' that you've already answered everything before you even sit down...." she says, an impish grin plastered all over her face.
"Wait...you mean you..?" Alan asks in a hushed voice.
"Don't get me wrong, I'm not hiding anything, just, well, tests make me really nervous and I really want this to work out. They let me slide on the physical stuff because, really, who cares how much the psychic girl can benchpress? I just 'convince' someone else to do the heavy lifting and-" Jonica cuts off in mid sentence, seeming to notice the rest of the conversations happening in the room. "OMG, is that...? <squee> He's even cuter in person!!! Those youtube videos don't do him justice... I didn't know he was going to be here. I could just die!" she turns hiding her face from the winged man, trying to compose herself. Alan is now completely comfortable, recognizing the all too familiar reaction of a girl seeing a guy she finds far more interesting than him. Looks like it is time to merge the conversations. Alan clears his throat a bit.
"Uh, I'm Alan Corrins, PFC US army. I'm a cyberpath. I do data retrieval, computer intelligence, electronic counter measures, that sort of thing. And this lovely lady is Jonica," Alan says, slightly nudging her, trying to get her to turn around and face the rest of the group. "And keep the thoughts clean guys, she's a telepath." Alan says, with an awkward grin.

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