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[RIPSaidCone]

Introduction
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May 2nd, 2018
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Lieutenant Colonel. Wenbert was a man who knew when to be authoritative and also when not to be. This was one of the times that he needed to be, sitting in a room full of uniformed men and women, looking very formal, very professional and very strict. These were his peers and some superiors, and they were giving him his brief. "Colonel Wenbert, as you already know the President has authorized DRS Bravo, and as such our military must maintain a constant state of readiness, situational awareness and most of all a power unmatched by our rivals, extraterrestrial or not." One of the Generals said, taking out a folder full of documents. Sliding it across the table to the Colonel, who sat patiently. Taking the folder and looking through the documents within it, before lifting his head back up to the older General. "What am I looking at here, sir?" He asked curiously, but with a constant state of courtesy and caution at the same time.
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"A suggested list of persons to be apart of that special operations squad you were wanting for the 515th. We approved the idea, the Defense Secretary agrees that we need a team to project our metahuman operations across the globe, we'll send them anywhere we need to and in return you get your team." Wenbert nodded, albeit slowly as he replied. "Thank you, sir. Although this is a rather diverse group of operatives here. Are your people sure that they're suited for the job?" He questioned, the General swiftly responding as he and the others got up from their chairs. "The Personnel examiners appear to think that they have great potential, although we'll see. Those are their entire files, we're sending them to Fort Walls as we speak. Don't let us down, Colonel." Wenbert nodded, "Yes, sir." The General and his staff then left, leaving Wenbert to his thoughts.
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BAF Luxford - Airfield
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Lorich, Britannica
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Across the Atlantic, Britannican soldiers at one of the nation's many air force bases prepared a transportation, two soldiers slinging their rifles over their shoulders as they unlocked the door of a small wooden cabin which had been used as the home of a woman named Kiraan Vahdin as they had found out after some dreadfully long questioning, the thin woman stepping out in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, which she had found odd when first given. "Ma'am if you'd like to follow us." One of the soldiers said, stepping out of her way as he gestured towards a jeep that was parked outside the cabin, they had provided her with books, a bathtub, a rather old oven and other basic, simplified household items and older materials that she could use and get used to easily. Things to make her comfortable as she was very clearly not of this time.
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@StoneWolf18
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Mt. Wellings Military School
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Greater New Leon, FHR
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Private 1st Class, Heights sat in his barracks after another long day of 'Meta-Warfare Training' a new regime put in place for the Army's Metahuman soldiers, Heights included. It involved remaining calm under intense pressure and being able to control one's powers in a stressful situation such as a battle or firefight, as to ensure that they didn't harm themselves or friendlies accidentally. In Calvin's case it also meant training how to better bend and control metal and the Earth. Metahumans with powers such as Calvin's were kept under close watch, especially with the Army's psychiatric report on him and his personality. 
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He'd hear a banging from his door, it then opening as four Military Police soldiers stepped in, plastic-made assault rifles in hand as the Corporal stepped forward and said. "Heights, grab your stuff. Brass is getting you transferred to Fort Walls with the rest of the 515th. You got two minutes." He said, the four MP soldiers stepping outside as they awaited Calvin's departure.
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@Blossom♕
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Fort Walls
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Chiliax outskirts, Illinois
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Private. James Stevenson had just finished another round of what was simply called Tag. Where he had to outmaneuver two humvees loaded with paintball turrets without getting hit. Needless to say he was getting better, the Private being given his congratulations by the soldiers chasing him for improving as an older Sargent walked up. "Private. Stevenson, Colonel Wenbert himself just spoke to me about you. You're gonna be called later today about some big announcement, Wenbert wants you to run the Obstacle Course three more times and do Tag again twice before you're called up. Get it done." He said, before heading back from where he walked in. Leaving the private to do his training.
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@Shisui Uchiha
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Camp Hughes Medical Facility
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Western California
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It was a different case for Private Montas however who was sat in an Army councilor's office at Camp Hughes, the Army's main psychiatric facility. A young, female Army doctor was sitting across from her, Sgt. Pierce, in her digital gray uniform she had short dark brown hair that was shaved at the sides and a little fringe. Leaning back in her chair as she spoke. "I know you probably don't want to be here, or you're wondering how we found out about all those details. But I feel like we're making progress. The Army prides itself on being an equal opportunities provider, we punish sexual harassment and homophobia all the time. So if you ever feel unsafe, just tell a superior. Now as for your..abilities, I've made preparations at Fort Walls for you to begin advanced training on your..laser vision if you want to call it that."
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"I'm also being stationed at Fort Walls to accompany you and to be there for you. The higher ups obviously want everyone to be at their best on the battlefield and so we've gotta be there to help whenever possible, a plane is ready to fly you out to Fort Walls in twenty minutes. So I'd suggest you begin packing up your things as soon as possible."
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@RowdyPotato
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Halson Testing Range
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Mohave Desert, Nevada
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"Three, two, one. Now." An officer said in the background as Specialist Noxx stood in-front of a concrete wall, two soldiers a good distance ahead of her as they opened fire, the bullets deflecting away to the sides and hitting the desert surface without any harm present. A group of Heimarkian and Jasifian Army officers standing behind the two soldiers clapping and cheering for the young blonde woman. Clearly very impressed with her abilities. One of the Heimarkian officers, a Major walking up to her afterwards and extending his hand, the two giving a handshake as he spoke. "We were all very impressed with how flawlessly you were able to do that, I'm sure the Jasifians are regretting letting you go to us." He joked with a chuckle. 
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"On a more professional note however, as of today you are to report to Fort Walls in Illinois, Colonel Wenbert has requested you to be there and it has been approved by Command. I'm aware that you're already apart of the 515th for obvious reasons but you're being redeployed to 515th Headquarters for a special reassignment, you'll be briefed upon arrival. Your stuff's been packed away and a plane's waiting to take you to Fort Walls. Don't be late."
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@Skryx
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Chiliax International Airport
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Chiliax, Illinois
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Viktoriya Yesikov, a high-ranking Taerachian officer on loan from their Armed Forces arrived in Chiliax. Having arrived in the FHR a while beforehand, but having been stationed in Texas for helping assist cadets in training as part of an increased measure to begin repairing relations between the FHR and KOT. However due to her Metahuman abilities she had been called to the 515th in Fort Walls. A group of soldiers awaiting her arrival in the airport as they took her luggage and escorted her to an SUV that was parked outside, the vehicle taking off as she was driven to Fort Walls. Out of all of them, Yesikov had been the only one with prior contact with Lt. Colonel Wenbert, during a joint Heimarkian-Taerachian defense meeting earlier in the year involving the crisis in the North Asia Sea. Wenbert himself was patiently waiting in his office, finishing work and preparing his things, awaiting the new arrivals.
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@Vampunk
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[Skryx]

Halson Testing Range


Mohave Desert, Nevada


Charlie managed to suppress an elated whoop, settling for a brief smile as she shook the Major's hand firmly. "Hopefully they won't miss me too much," she replied. Her heart was still racing, the thrill she got when using her powers was almost addictive. Watching the bullets curve away was so...satisfying. In the beginning it had been terrifying, but as she got better control of her powers her confidence overruled the lingering fear. Now it was so easy, just like flicking a switch in her mind. Listening attentively to her orders, she nodded, snapping out a crisp salute.


"Understood, Major." She said her goodbyes to her fellow Jasifian's and the few Heimarkian soldiers she had befriended in her brief time here, and then she was off, boarding the plane that would take her to Fort Walls and her new mission. To her surprise, it was empty. She had never got the whole plane to herself. Checking through the duffel bag and smaller backpack on one of the seats, she found all her stuff packed away neatly. The plane ride was relatively short -compared to the hours long one from Jasifa- but she found herself restless anyway. Bored, she scanned the inner workings of the plane with her X-ray vision. She was more familiar with naval ships, but she had dabbled in aerospace engineering a little. Enough to understand what was going on. Blinking herself out of her zoomed vision, she headed up to the cockpit and ended up chatting with the pilot for the rest of the way. 


A few hours later, they touched down in Fort Walls, Illinois. Slinging the backpack over one shoulder and picking up the duffel bag, she stepped off the plane. 

 

[Vampunk]

The landing hatch opened as Officer Yesikov stepped outside, her pale complexion and pale golden hair being a dead giveaway for her nationality, being the spitting image of her stereotypical Taerchian soldier.


Hair kept short in a militarized manner, never having known anything longer, her hair never even having reached unto her shoulders and giving her the appearance of just yet another male soldier.


Upon further inspection one might have come to notice the subtle hints that gave away her true gender.


Not that she cared though, she was a soldier first, a woman second.


Tilting her head to the side and rubbing the nape of her neck Viktoriya made her way down the landing hatch, watching out of one orange-hazel eye how they took her luggage with them and motioned her to take a seat inside the SUV, doing just as she was told as she noticed the prying gazes of the FHR' soldiers on her, narrowing her eye and causing them to just focus on their task as she couldn't help but scoff, leaning back into the SUV's seat.


Ever since she arrived she was the subject of distrust, prejudice and sometimes even fear.


Some saw her as the enemy, being transported right into the heart of the Republic.


She was a Metahuman, her track record being nothing to laugh at with over a hundred documented missions and even more undocumented ones, bordering at what could easily be declarations of war in highly volatile military zones.


But that was it, all they did was look at her and talk behind her back.


Why would she care? Not like she needed them to trust her, or even like her.


In the end everyone was expected to do their duty, to follow orders and as long as they followed hers she couldn't care less of what her subordinates thought of her.


Not long and they arrived at the outpost, already having met Lt. Colonel Wenbert on a prior mission, the man being one of honor and duty, made of the same mettle like herself, or her father for that matter.


Followed closely by armed FHR' soldiers Viktoriya was escorted to Wenbert's office as she knocked on his door, waiting for him to invite her in before opening the door and stepping inside, closing the door behind her as her fellow soldiers already started to gossip once again.


It was not every day a high ranking Metahuman solider of the [COLOR= rgb(39, 42, 52)]Kingdom of Taerach was visiting the 515th's outpost.[/COLOR]

 

[Shisui Uchiha]

He hadn't been in the base for very long. This was his first day in training and they were already working him like a dog, probably just to gauge his limits. They had him run an obstacle course several times, among other exercises. Not to mention the piles of paperwork he had to fill out regarding the details of his powers and how they weren't responsible if anything goes wrong. Atleast after the obstacles and paperwork he was allowed to do something semi-fun, although it was a hard test of ability.


His superiors had put him to work teleporting around paintball rounds fired at him from two humvees simultaneously, an exercise seemingly impossible for an ordinary man. However, James had heightened reflexes and the ability to teleport instantly.  The soldiers referred to this drill as "tag". He hadn't been hit this round, however the other rounds he had been clipped a few times.


"Nearly there..." The guns on the vehicles suddenly began making clicking noises as they ran out of ammo and signaled the end of the exercise. James immediately sat down on the ground to catch his breath.


"Nice work! You didn't get hit once! That's it for now, you'll be called up soon." The soldiers shouted at him from inside before driving around to park the humvees. James walked over to a nearby bench and grabbed his bag from the ground beside it, he pulled out a water bottle and proceeded to chug the whole thing while little droplets got caught in his facial hair. He laid back against the wall behind him and closed his eyes, he was satisfied with his progress since training began. "Soon I'll be able to go out into the field and really start making a difference." He was excited to get out into the thick of things and try out his new prowess in the field.


He resolved to take a short break and do some sketches and storyboard for his next edition of comics while he waited from the call from upstairs.

 

[StoneWolf18]

To put it in the lightest way possible. Kiraan was, at most, confused and quite terrified. It was a reasonable combination of feelings considering what she was currently experiencing. Just a few days ago she had risen from the dead and was now thrusted into a situation she barely understood with people she didn’t know…now sitting in the cabin she had been put into with the barest of necessities. The door had been locked, she already tried opening it without much luck. So the majority of her time has been spent trying to rationalize the situation. She had been told little at current moment, most of the information she had not making sense anyway.



Along with all that, the woman didn't feel herself. Which, was also understandable. But despite eating and sleeping, her condition seemed to decline regardless. By the time she exited the building greeted by the two guards, she had taken on a slickly pale complexion and fatigued air about her amongst how uncomfortable she felt. One of them said something, and after deciphering what they meant through their accent, she nodded and did so. Walking after them, still unsure about what she assumed to be some sort of firearm that the carried. The soldier that had spoke opened the back door to the vehicle Kiraan had yet to learn the name of and let her enter.



The ride felt like it took ages, the unknowing metahuman staring out the window to keep the odd motion from causing a migraine or worse. But the humm that resonated inside the front end of the metal contraption soon quieted as the men got out, one opening her door and having her do the same. She then was lead to what seemed to be the entrance to another strange building before another pair of soldiers approached them. The two exchanged words, difficult to make out due to the thick, unfamiliar tones and articulation, before one of the new men gesturing for her to follow once more. Still having yet to speak (for multiple reasons, mind you) Kiraan obeyed seeing as there weren't any other options.



She was lead through a few corridors and back outside, the area being a rather vast expanse with the same stone-like material on the ground as the path they had rode on just minutes earlier. After letting her gaze examining the area before focusing on where they were headed, it only coaxed more confusion and curiosity into the situation. The best she could describe it would be a rather large metal bird with wings it was unable to tuck in. It was odd, similar to everything else she had seen, making everything feel quite surreal. Kiraan was ushered inside along with the two other guards before the hatch was closed. Sitting as instructed, the woman’s eyes flicked around the interior before focusing on the window beside her, it being made of a material she wasn't familiar with.



Then, it started to move.



First it was similar to the vehicle she had rode in before, but the force at which they were moving soon caused her to back to connect with her seat, causing a soft cry of surprise to escape her lips. But the real shock came next.



When they left the ground.



The woman was first consumed with terror that was soon replaced with shear wonder, her eyes glued to the window as the runway and other such objects beneath them decreased in size as the distance between them grew. She could hardly process that any of this was actually happening aside from the very obvious fact that she was flying. One of the men who sat nearby with their rifle across their lap chuckled slightly before murmuring something to his partner. She paid no mind to this, still fascinated with what was taking place before her.



They had been in the air for about an hour, Kiraan having taken her eyes off the ocean they now flew over and remained unfocused, lost in thought once more. Until a the plane shook somewhat in the air, causing her to grip the armrests on either side of her, eyes wide. “Take it easy…” The soldier that had remained silent until now said. “It's just turbulence.” She frowned while giving him a confused look, still holding the armrests tightly still, the material seeming to give slightly. He took note of this mentally, his eyes briefly glancing towards her hands before resuming to look at her face. “The wind. Rough patches of air.” He explained, she mulling it over before nodding slowly, averting her eyes once more. “Can you speak?” The man asked, pressing lightly. “Y-yes…” She replied in a unsure but steady tone, still avoiding his gaze. Seeing as he had gotten his answer, the guard stopped there.



They landed another hour or so after the small conversation had taken place, the woman being escorted towards the fort. 

 

[RIPSaidCone]

Fort Walls


Wenbert sat behind his large wooden desk. A laptop and a multitude of papers on it, the coat of arms for the FH Army carved into the front of the desk and two flags standing behind it. Hanging down from golden poles, one FHR flag and the other being the Heimarkian armed forces official flag. He had been fiddling with his pencil idly, tapping it against the desk as he let out a sigh, his furrowed brow easily showing his concentration into what he was looking at. Some documents had been sent to him earlier in the day and they weren't at all pleasing to see, the People's Unified Army had annexed Kurtoka island south of the Taerachian mainland, Kurtoka had been barren and empty for decades after a nuclear power plant disaster, and usually the KOT wouldn't have cared about it. But only half a year ago it'd been discovered that Darium, the energy source that the KOT and UPA had been debating over was present on the island, and in large amounts. 


Coincidentally the voice of one Viktoriya Yesikov was soon heard from the other side of the door. Wenbert speaking up with his usual, "Enter." And she had done so, the masculine looking woman stepping inside moments later, Wenbert gesturing to one of the chairs that had been stacked in the corner of the room. "Take a seat and pull it over here. Pleasure to be reacquainted with you, Ms. Yesikov." He said, stacking up some papers and putting them inside one of his desk's drawers as he idly looked up the news, CNBS had already got a hold of the Kurtoka story, rubbing at his forehead he spoke up again. "I'm sure you won't have got a hold of this since the story just broke, but three hours ago UPA ground forces annexed Kurtoka island to seize the Darium mines your government had recently set up. I believe my president is currently in emergency talks with your own. Sorry to hear this, I know you have a very keen fondness of your country."
@Vampunk


Meanwhile in the same building, with James sitting and focused on his hobby. Sitting on a bench in a lobby room of sorts, with coffee tables and two lines of benches rowed up. A uniformed man stepped up to him and briefly said. "The Colonel is ready to see you now, make your way on up." Before nodding and walking off to return to his duties. 


@Shisui Uchiha


Specialist Noxx was escorted from the plane to a Humvee, and driven to the base from the nearest airfield. Upon arrival the girl's luggage being taken for her to the barracks that she'd now be staying in and she was shown from the entrance over to the Administration building, where Colonel Wenbert's office was located, taken into the same room that Private Stevenson was in and spoken to by one of the soldiers. "Wenbert's office is just up those stairs, he's ready to see you now."


@Skryx


Whilst this was happening, Kiraan had been put into a convoy of vehicles. As she was designated as a person of interest by the Army, due to her..undead condition. Of course this was all theory and the Army would need to do more testing to see if this was completely true, but for now it was the working theory and she'd been given extra protection just in-case. The guards around her had grown concerned over the way she was looking, offering her plenty of food and drink as she looked malnourished. Upon arrival at the base she was taken to the medical bay first, an examination being done by the doctors there only confirming her non-alive state. This being kept under wraps for the most part as they settled with giving her some protein bars and sending her to the Administration building where she was told to go to Wenbert's office just up the stairs like the others had been. 


@StoneWolf18

 

[Nephalem]

The news of her relocation came as an unwanted surprise. Pleas, protests, and helpless argument jumbled up on her tongue, but the only words to escape were "yes ma'am" and "okay". She lingered in her seat for a second, making eye contact with Srgt. Pierce in hopes that she would suddenly revoke her statement and save Niobe from the panic attack(s) she was bound to have, but even Niobe knew that was wishful thinking. With a curt nod she rose from her seat and moved quietly out of the room, taking an extra second to close the door as gently as she could before heading to the barracks. As she walked she counted her steps, a calming practice she learned from her therapist before she was enrolled and had become a habit somewhere since then. '90, 91, 92', she kept her head low, using her dark curls as a curtain that blocked out what she feared most: men. '93, 94, 95' there were several male soldiers stationed here, probably all good men, and while Niobe would constantly tell herself this she couldn't help but subconsciously swear them off as monsters, but if she couldn't see them, they couldn't see her, right? '96, 97, 98, 99' each step she took felt heavier than the last as the reality of her future really sunk in. They were transferring her to Fort Walls because of what she was, what she was capable of doing, because they wanted her to be their weapon. Here in California she was treated differently than the rest of the soldiers due to her instability. No one knew what could set off her powers, so they spared her from stress to protect themselves. Niobe knew it would be different at Fort Walls, there would be men there, men who yelled and got in her face and called her names and looked at her. God, she even hated being looked at by men. She really was beyond saving. '100, 101, 102'.


The doorknob was cold when her trembling hand wrapped around it's dull gray metal. She pulled the door open and looked over the place she had called home for the past month or so. Niobe was sure it must've been decorated by a therapist because each wall was painted with a calming, stress reducing color; each object was placed to make the room look spacious and clean and cast as few shadows as possible; all furniture and potted plants came in shapes that could not be even vaguely confused with a human shape during the night. The door closed with a barely audible click. Niobe removed her shoes and sat them neatly on the mat beside the door before moving further into her small home. She lived alone, probably to spare everyone from being turned to ashes or having their body parts severed, she didn't actually know which was true yet, if she woke up from a nightmare. She stopped at the kitchen to grab her anxiety pills from the medicine cabinet. Two capsules every morning and evening. She didn't like them very much, they made her feel sluggish and tired and occasionally made her sick, but she feared what would happen if she didn't take them, however, right now was another story. Her breath came in shaky gasps and her heart was racing, a full blown panic attack would be upon her if she didn't calm down soon. She placed four navy blue colored pills on her tongue, took a sip of water from a glass she had left on the counter from her morning dosage and down they went.


Next on her agenda was supposed to be an intense full body work out, but thanks to her wonderful caretaker. Srgt. Pierce, next up was packing. Practicing breathing techniques Niobe glanced at stove clock. 'Ten minutes until I'm airborne,' she reminded herself. As she walked towards her room she visualized what she would pack, what to pack first, and how it should all be packed. Under her bed was a large royal purple suit case with wheels and several smaller pocket attachments to store whatever she decided. She slid it out and spent the next seven minutes scurrying in and out of her room and bathroom, gathering everything she owned and fitting it into the purple cube like they were just little pieces of a big puzzle. 


Three minutes later she was loading onto a plane  accompanied by two female soldiers. After she was seated the two women disappeared into the cockpit and within minutes they were in the sky. Niobe had only been on a plane once before, her flight to Camp Hughes. Watching the world get smaller and smaller made her feel at peace, as if she was just flying away from her problematic life, but this serenity was short lived. This flight was delivering her into a world full of new problems that she didn't know how to handle and people she didn't know how to interact with. "Shut up Niobe," she murmured to herself, leaning back in her seat. "Just stop thinking". The pills were kicking in, she was fighting against sleep, but this time it was a fight she couldn't win. After ten or so minutes Niobe was asleep.


"Stop!" screamed Niobe, jolting up from her seat. A female soldier who was attempting to gently wake the frightened young meta human jumped back. She was perched at Niobe's side, just in case. Niobe's body was tense and damp with sweat. Her eyes illuminated the dim interior of the plane. "it's okay!" cried the solider, holding up her hands. "You've arrived at Fort Walls!" The nightmare slowly lost its grip on Niobe's mind, dissipating into nothing as she came to terms with the real world. Her eyes ceased their supernatural glowing. "I'm-I'm sorry", whispered Niobe in a trembling voice.  "Welcome to Fort Walls" said the soldier, relieved that the new arrival had calmed down. "Grab your bag, I'll escort you to where all the new arrivals will be going" came the woman as she turned on her heel and headed off.


Niobe lunged for her bag, holding its black handle like a lifeline. With a gulp and a deep breath Niobe began to follow, '1, 2, 3...'

 

[StoneWolf18]

After the plane landed and she was escorted to another few vehicles, everything seemed to be a blur. Multiple bits of food and drink being shoved into her hands, being instructed to eat. Kiraan obeyed, but it didn’t seem to do much to improve her condition. They then arrived at the base and had escorted her to the medical bay, doctors looking her over and asking a few questions she didn't know the answer too. Not long after, the woman was partially lead once more to another section of the large campus, the administration building holding a slight chill that her current strange attire wasn't doing much to fight. The soldier gestured to the staircase before leaving her alone. Slowly ascending the steps, Kiraan subconsciously holding her unnecessary breath as she knocked softly.

 

[Skryx]

Charlie spent most of the ride to base looking out the tiny window of the Humvee. She wondered what her next assignment was, and why she had been called back for it. She was taken to a familiar building. Administration, she remembered. The Colonel's office was here. She was brought to a sort of lobby-like room with one other soldier in it, working at something at the tables. Nodding her thanks to the soldier who had escorted her, she followed his directions and started up the stairs. To her surprise, there was another woman up here, knocking on the door. Had the Colonel sent for both of them? Again, she wondered what this was about, hanging a few steps back from her. The woman didn't look like a soldier, but they had all sorts in the 515th Battalion. As she was sizing her up, their eyes met and Charlotte offered a small smile and a slight head tilt, before training her eyes on the door, waiting. 


@StoneWolf18

 

[Shisui Uchiha]

James had been sitting in the lobby working on storyboard when the man enter and addressed him.


 "The Colonel is ready to see you now, make your way on up." The soldier then turned around and promptly exited the room. "Wow. I guess it's time to meet the boss." James stood up and packed his bag with apprehension before walking towards the staircase and heading up to the colonel's office. After several flights of stairs he reached the door that read "Colonel Wenbert" on a gold plaque. He fixed his hair up and pulled his hood down off his head before straightening up and knocking three times loudly on the door. He heard a voice respond quickly from the other side that resounded around the room and across the walls.


"Enter."

 

[slim]

Calvin sighed in annoyance as the Colonel barged in during his nap. His training from earlier had almost drained him, but he had been refreshed slightly. He peered at the plastic guns, which almost caused him to smile. Were they wary of him or just taking precautions with every metahuman? It was humorous to him that they needed it, but he wasn't exactly surprised. The knew about him and how he worked. He didn't blame them at all for their actions.


He got up and shouldered his raggedy duffel bag that had some clothes, his toothbrush, and hair gel. Hair gel was something he never left the house with. He had tried putting liquidized metal in his hair once and then hardening it to give his hair a gelled look once when he ran out before, but it was awful and he had tried erasing the image from his mind. He'd just stick to using his abilities for better things. He loved finding new ways to use his abilities though, and he was always thinking of things to do that would catch people off guard. He tried encasing himself in thing metal, which was one of his most used techniques to this day. Sometimes it helped to be inquisitive.


Calvin followed the Colonel and the group of guards down the halls with mild interest. His usual wild thoughts were subdued, and he felt nothing as he thought about leaving the city, his home. He had lost the one thing that ever mattered to him, so nothing tied him down here. 


Goodbye New Leon.


The car ride was quiet and short, and he could feel all the metal around him, but he could hear the fingers waiting on the triggers even more.


No. he wouldn't rebel. Not yet anyway, and it wasn't smart to do so now anyway. No, he would sit and wait.


The plane ride was just as smooth and quiet, and Calvin got some sleep and was fully energized as the plane touched down in his new place of residence.


More driving. Calvin was slightly irritated, but they finally arrived and he nearly jumped out of the vehicle. A woman with brown hair pulled in the neatest bun Calvin had ever seen and a stern face approached him. 


"I will be taking you to the Colonel's room. Follow me." He did exactly that, and she took off in a fast pace that he had trouble following even though she was a foot shorter than him. After a while she stopped in front of a room.


"This is where I leave you, Mr. Heights." And with that, she left. That was pretty intense.


He finally took notice of the other figures. They looked relatively calm except for a few who looked like they wanted to disappear. Why weren't they going in? The colonel obviously wanted them to meet him, not dent his door with all the knocking.


Calvin nonchalantly sidled past some people and opened the door wide enough to stick his head in. There was the colonel and some..chick talking about some scuffles in a country. Whatever. Calvin was just here to fight, and it didn't matter who or who for. 


"Are we supposed to chill out here and mingle or come in? I'm just confused. If I'm interrupting then sorry mate." Calvin said cooly, the very faint New Leon accent showing in his voice. 

 

[Vampunk]

Nodding politely Viktoriya took the chair and pulled it closer to Officer Wenbert's desk, tilting her head to the side as she took a seat, crossing her arms in front of her chest, adjusting the black and white uniform of the Taerchian military that marked her as a Metahuman of a rather high position, her left shoulder adorned with the flag of her proud country, flanked by pine branches and the wings of a Taerchian hawk.


One would have instantly recognized her as a high ranking military officer but here her titles were more often than not just a formality, the Republic's Soldiers suspicious of her and only following her command if they were instructed to do so.


It was a shame, really, but she had come to expect less from the Republic's forces, their discipline impaired by petty emotions.


The soldiers back home called it fear, or rather envy, she herself saw it more as a somewhat flattering suspicion.


They knew what the Kingdom of Tearch was capable of, especially Soldiers that were prepared to do everything to make their comrades proud.


But she wasn't fighting the Heimarkian's, no, her mission was to somewhat try to better relations between the two nations, a noble task but ultimately it wasn't a matter of trust but one of knowing that their forces were to evenly matched to ever engage in all out war as it would simply generate too many losses to be worth it.


Or so her father always told her.


And there were more pressing matters to resolve as Wenbert already laid out what he knew about the recent attack on supposedly Tearchian territory.


Viktoriya couldn't help but scoff, her shoulders shifting as she chuckled softly.


"Well, the UPA were always simple carrion feeders, trying to mess with the sleeping bear and trying to get away with taking things that didn't belong to the. If Tearch wouldn't be caught up in global wars and would actually defend our transitory territories they wouldn't even have had the chance to seize Kurtoka. I think they should be reminded that they should not dare to trespass and lay claim to land that's ours. Seems we can seize this chance to see if our alliance truly is benefitting for my country and not just a formality." Yesikov remarked, raising her muscular frame from her chair, gazing down at Officer Wenbert.


"I assume the negotiations on how to proceed are going to be done in at least one hundred and five minutes, or at least they're going to be if your Head of state agrees with mine. I reckon we're both are going to see first hand what we're capable of." Viktoriya added, leaning on Wenbert's desk, raising an eyebrow at the Officer.


"I'll be looking forward to meeting your Soldiers on the battlefield. It's about time some of them will see why they'd better want the proud Kingdom of Tearch on their side." A faint smile appeared on Viktoriya's face, so small that most people would not even notice it as she leaned back again, flexing her left arm and running her fingers through her short hair.


"It's about time I'll be on active duty. Nothing beats real warfare to keep your senses sharp and your body strong."


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[RIPSaidCone]

Colonel Wenbert folded his arms as he leaned back in his chair. Whilst Officer Yesikov was in her formal attire, Wenbert was in his Combat Dress Uniform, consisting of a digital gray camouflage. UCP as it was known, the Heimarkian flag on a patch on his right arm with the 515th's insignia below it on another patch. 'Wenbert' patched onto the right breast pocket of his uniform and a pair of beige colored combat boots on to go with. His similarly camouflaged patrol cap laid still on the desk.


The Colonel, like all other higher ranking Heimarkian officers of all military branches had familiarized himself with important Taerachian figures, Yesikov and her father being two of many. As part of his International Warfare Course in Army Officer's School, a part of the academic section of that had been to do with tactics and strategies that the Taerachian military employed on the battlefield, learning how to counter them and retaliate. Along with which Generals used which tactics most, Viktoriya's father was notorious for using a rather head on approach, his often large forces steamrolling everything in sight. Heimarkian Generals like Lieutenant General Wyoming and Summers however were famous among the Republic's military for being strategic geniuses and many war analyists had debated for years on what would happen if either Wyoming or Summers were to pit one of their Armies against one of Yesikov's.


Truly, Wenbert knew that Viktoriya had a lot to live up to. And so far she seemed to be making a good impression on behalf of her family, despite how often popular culture and the media liked to imagine a Heimarkian-Taerachian war, which would also lead to World War 3 the likelihood of it happening was very small due to how devestating it would be to not just both countries but to the entire world. As both countries were notorious for their willingness to use nuclear weapons if needed. The FHR and KOT were simply too strong to fight one another, the losses would outweight the gains of a war like that by far. It just wasn't a smart idea to even consider.


"The news is saying that it's President Chen wanting to boost his approval ratings. As you know the UPA hasn't been entirely stable recently, their people want a new government. Starting a war is a great way to distract your population from how much they don't like their government." As Yesikov stood up and looked down at him, Wenbert too stood up in return. Taerachians were very well known for only respecting power and strength, diplomacy wasn't their strongest suite. Wenbert was taller than Yesikov so it was a good way of showing his role as the commanding officer, it was almost like how animals tried to show who the dominant one was. His arms folded again as he nodded at what she'd said. Thinking it over. "The UPA isn't to be underestimated, they have a population double both of our nations' put together and a military that's willing to conscript as many troops as it takes. If we're going to retake Kurtoka, it's going to be done covertly."


"If our Presidents do agree on something, then myself and my superiors will be the first to know. No doubt they'll agree on deploying the 515th. Speaking of which." He said as a head poked through the door, it belonged to one Private Calvin Heights, the others were outside as well. Wenbert calling them inside. "Enter." He said, four people entering the room soon after. Calvin Heights, Charlie Noxx, James Stevenson and the interesting one thats file had been blacked out by the HDA. He'd still read it of course, he had authorization but she was interesting indeed.


"Welcome, Private. Heights, Specialist. Noxx, Private. Stevenson, and Ms. Vahdin. Take a seat." He said, turning the lights in the room off as he flipped a projector on. A screen coming up on the wall showing a map of a city, however it wasn't Kurtoka. One last arrival had come in, a young woman. The Colonel nodding towards her as a female soldier stepped in alongside her. "Private. Montas and Sargeant. Pierce, please sit down so I can begin the briefing." With everyone then sat down, he began his talk.


"Now you're all probably wondering why you've been summoned here. To put it shortly you're being put into a special operations team for the 515th, the higher ups seem to see potential in all of you and want me to unlock it. Trust me, if it's in there. I'll get it out, this goes for all of you minus Miss. Yesikov here. She's part of an exchange program with the Kingdom of Taerach, she'll be second in command of this team, only under myself in terms of rank. So respect her, Specialist Noxx will be third in command and engineer if you need it. The rest of you will work to get your roles and your promotions. You'll all be living in Fort Walls from now on, if any of you feel as if you're stressed, under too much pressure or otherwise feeling unfit mentally. Talk to Sargeant. Piece, she'll be your counselor of sorts."


"Now before I go onto talk about your first mission, are there any questions?"


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[StoneWolf18]

Trying to listen to the man through his accent was difficult. Most of his words fell on deaf ears but one sentence stuck out.

Are there any questions?
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The phrase's impact felt as if she had been caught by a charging ox at a full sprint.


The four words were probably the biggest understatement she'd ever had to bare witness too.


She barely knew who or what she was, what was going on around her, what year it was and how long she had been dead for, who any of these people around her were, what any of the objects were, how any of it was even remotely possible...the woman felt faint, which wasn't surprising considering how pale she had grown, it almost appearing sickly, and the partially terrified, conflicted, and confused expression she wore. She kept her eyes cast down towards the floor, nervously wringing out her hands, her unnecessary breath quickening as she tried to process everything. But it was more than difficult due to how sudden new situations were being thrown at her.


Kiraan wanted to speak. To say something. But she could't find her voice buried beneath everything she was currently feeling. So she was stuck with directing a helpless glance at Colonel Wenbert before averting her gaze once more.


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[Skryx]

Charlotte looked around the room, observing her new team. She tried to match the names to the faces, calling mental bets on their personality based on their faces. Like the woman from Taerach. Stone cold bitch, she guessed. Or maybe that was just formally. She could one of those surprisingly fun ones though she highly doubted it. But still, she wondered why she was here, Charlotte had never seen a Taerachian soldier, and it seemed strange for her to be here on an exchange. As far as she knew, they hadn't sent anyone over. But what did she know anyway, she wasn't exactly high up in the chain of command. The two other women in the room (excluding Sergeant Pierce) seemed nervous and unsettled. She wondered how many of them were soldiers before the war. That wasn't really important so she didn't ask. 


"No, sir," she said, though her tone lacked any form of military firmness.

 

[Nephalem]

Private Montas sat quietly, her hands in her in her lap. Her fists were clenched so tightly it looked as if individualsnowflakes sat upon each of her knuckles. Niobe was very anxious at this very moment. Situations with new people made her anxious, men made her anxious, being addressed made her anxious, being at Fort Walls made her anxious, but luckily Sargent Pierce was here. Right now that woman was her anchor, her safety net. Without her Niobe feared she would have already attempted to flee. Only when the meeting seemed to be coming to a close did Niobe finally gain the courage to take a peek at the other people in the room. The way she brought her head up then snapped it back down resembled an awkward and forceful nod, but in that quick second she managed to get at least a vague look at the people around her. She took a moment to analyze each and every person.


Niobe didn't bother much with the politics of the FHR so she didn't have any burning hatred for the Tearach woman, only the same fear every other man and women in this room struck into her hesrt. 


The blonde girl seemed like she wanted to be here, but didn't seem very fond of the Tear achieve woman. Niobe suspected it was normal for there to be tension, but believed that future problems would arise due to this. 


The nervous woman seemed as unsure of this situation as Niobe, perhaps even more so. At least she wasn't the only one a breath away from a panic attack. 


The two other men, besides the Colonel, featured even less than the women in her analysis of her new squad. 'I bet they're good people' she kept repeating mentally, 'I bet they're good people'.