Autumn
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The role play will start with everyone reporting to the room of the Dragon squad.
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[MENTION=2671]Dino[/MENTION] [MENTION=3596]Gabriel Ryker[/MENTION] [MENTION=4078]Scathach[/MENTION]
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Darian Marques, the man in charge of the Battle School, sat at his desk, Ruben Beginnings sitting across from him. "Thank you for coming, Ruben," Darian greets, standing and beginning to pace behind his desk. "As I'm sure you know, the threat from the Formics is growing. The new recruits have arrived already and they've been assigned to the Dragon toon. They're the most promising we've seen. I feel that you would be the best to ready them for the Command School," Darian explained, pausing to look at Ruben and make sure he was paying attention. "You will need to report to me and tell me their progress. If there are any of them that you don't believe would be fit for your future mission, you must tell me," Darian continued. He held his hands behind his back, straightening his spine and standing at his full height, an impressive six feet and four inches.
Darian Marques, though kind to those at the Battle School, appeared intimidating. He had short, grey hair and piercing eyes. He had a hardened expression, acquired from the first war. He had never been able to forget the horrors of what had happened. So many innocent people dead in the streets because of those buggers. Darina shook his head to get rid of the memories momentarily and focus on the present.
"I believe that those in Dragon will be our best option for the mission, so please, go meet them," Darian requested, though his tone made it seem like a command. "Here are the papers appointing you as commander," he continued, handing Ruben a sheet of paper. "They should all be in the room," Darian said as a dismissal. He knew Ruben was an amazing warrior. While he was at the Battle School, he had been the best. Better than the best, really. Darian knew he would be involved in the secret mission against the Formics. The problem was finding the group that would accompany him.
Darian gave Ruben a curt nod before sitting back at his desk and returning to the biographies and reports on the students in the Dragon toon.
Pesa Refala was one of the better fighters and his aim was impeccable. If they could train him to use a gun with the same accuracy, they would be doing well. He wasn't the smartest in the toon but he would be a great asset. Ev'r Keets was highly intelligent and she would be quite helpful with close combat as she trained with swords. Ev'r was also very self-motivated which would prove more helpful than the others might believe. Martin West was the youngest. He was very strong and had great leadership skills, though he wouldn't get to use them while Ruben was around. However, he would be a great soldier so long as his attitude was kept in check. Darian paused at the last biography. Beccalynn Grey. He just shook his head, confused as to why the board members had allowed her in. She was intelligent, to be sure, and she was adept with strategizing, but she wasn't a warrior. In fact, she shied away from conflict. Darian sighed, hoping that Ruben would be the one to pull the warrior out of her.
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Beccalynn sat on her bunk. It was situated towards the front of the long room that was filled with bunk beds. She idly played around on her desk, typing away and messing around with the programs that were uploaded.
The flight here had been interesting, to say the least. It took Becca a few minutes to get used to the orientation of being out in space. There was no up or down here and that confused her body at first. After she had wrapped her mind around it, the trip in the spaceship really wasn't so bad. She would say that she missed her parents but they were never home anyway so she doubted it would be much different being here. She crossed her legs, tying her long blonde hair in a ponytail and continuing to look at her desk.
Becca was confused as to how she had gotten here. Her parents had her interviewed for it and she was certain she wouldn't get in. She wasn't a fighter nor was she interested in becoming one. She sighed and set her desk on her bed before she stood, opening her locker and looking through it. A suit hung there but she didn't give it much attention, looking to her books instead. They were stacked neatly at the bottom of the locker. She looked at the spines, considering what she wanted to read, when she heard the door slide open. She stood straight, looking to the door as a few people wandered in. "Great. People," she thought to herself with an eye roll before shutting her locker door. She looked at her clothes, wondering if she should change. She was wearing a pair of blue jeans and a plain dark grey shirt, something she would have worn at home. It seemed everyone was wearing their toon colors, though.
Becca sat at the edge of the bed, surveying the others. They seemed like the leftovers from the other groups, truthfully. None of them looked like seasoned fighters. She caught sight of the small boy and suppressed a laugh. "You've got to be kidding me," she muttered, laying on her bed. The kid had to be ten or something. What use would he be? Weren't they supposed to send them off to war soon? She closed her eyes, ignoring the activity around her as people settled into their bunks and put their belongings away.
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Martin walked down the main hall of the circular space station, taking in his surroundings. He followed the colors on the floor like he had been instructed to and made it to a door. Pressing a button, he wandered in, catching the eye of the blonde girl who had apparently been there a while. He notched her roll her eyes and anger flared up inside him. He managed to keep his mouth shut as he made his way down the aisle, picking a bed at random and dropping his bag on the mattress.
He didn't have much with him, just a photo of his family. He looked at the photo before sticking it in his locker. He already missed them but he knew it was an honor to be here. He noticed some sort of suit hanging in his locker. It looked like the outfit he had seen other students walking around in but it was different colors.
He ran his fingers across the material before he shut the locker. It was quiet in the room. He saw the blonde girl look at him again and heard her mutter something. What was her problem anyway? He leaned back on his bed, waiting for instructions. Where was their commander? He hoped it wouldn't be that girl. If it was, he was certainly not going to have a fun time here.
He thought back to the flight here and how weird it had been climbing into the ship. It took him a while to orient himself. It was so different, being in space where there was no up or down. His brain still freaked out every once in a while, trying to right the world he was in.
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[MENTION=2671]Dino[/MENTION] [MENTION=3596]Gabriel Ryker[/MENTION] [MENTION=4078]Scathach[/MENTION]
--
Darian Marques, the man in charge of the Battle School, sat at his desk, Ruben Beginnings sitting across from him. "Thank you for coming, Ruben," Darian greets, standing and beginning to pace behind his desk. "As I'm sure you know, the threat from the Formics is growing. The new recruits have arrived already and they've been assigned to the Dragon toon. They're the most promising we've seen. I feel that you would be the best to ready them for the Command School," Darian explained, pausing to look at Ruben and make sure he was paying attention. "You will need to report to me and tell me their progress. If there are any of them that you don't believe would be fit for your future mission, you must tell me," Darian continued. He held his hands behind his back, straightening his spine and standing at his full height, an impressive six feet and four inches.
Darian Marques, though kind to those at the Battle School, appeared intimidating. He had short, grey hair and piercing eyes. He had a hardened expression, acquired from the first war. He had never been able to forget the horrors of what had happened. So many innocent people dead in the streets because of those buggers. Darina shook his head to get rid of the memories momentarily and focus on the present.
"I believe that those in Dragon will be our best option for the mission, so please, go meet them," Darian requested, though his tone made it seem like a command. "Here are the papers appointing you as commander," he continued, handing Ruben a sheet of paper. "They should all be in the room," Darian said as a dismissal. He knew Ruben was an amazing warrior. While he was at the Battle School, he had been the best. Better than the best, really. Darian knew he would be involved in the secret mission against the Formics. The problem was finding the group that would accompany him.
Darian gave Ruben a curt nod before sitting back at his desk and returning to the biographies and reports on the students in the Dragon toon.
Pesa Refala was one of the better fighters and his aim was impeccable. If they could train him to use a gun with the same accuracy, they would be doing well. He wasn't the smartest in the toon but he would be a great asset. Ev'r Keets was highly intelligent and she would be quite helpful with close combat as she trained with swords. Ev'r was also very self-motivated which would prove more helpful than the others might believe. Martin West was the youngest. He was very strong and had great leadership skills, though he wouldn't get to use them while Ruben was around. However, he would be a great soldier so long as his attitude was kept in check. Darian paused at the last biography. Beccalynn Grey. He just shook his head, confused as to why the board members had allowed her in. She was intelligent, to be sure, and she was adept with strategizing, but she wasn't a warrior. In fact, she shied away from conflict. Darian sighed, hoping that Ruben would be the one to pull the warrior out of her.
--
Beccalynn sat on her bunk. It was situated towards the front of the long room that was filled with bunk beds. She idly played around on her desk, typing away and messing around with the programs that were uploaded.
The flight here had been interesting, to say the least. It took Becca a few minutes to get used to the orientation of being out in space. There was no up or down here and that confused her body at first. After she had wrapped her mind around it, the trip in the spaceship really wasn't so bad. She would say that she missed her parents but they were never home anyway so she doubted it would be much different being here. She crossed her legs, tying her long blonde hair in a ponytail and continuing to look at her desk.
Becca was confused as to how she had gotten here. Her parents had her interviewed for it and she was certain she wouldn't get in. She wasn't a fighter nor was she interested in becoming one. She sighed and set her desk on her bed before she stood, opening her locker and looking through it. A suit hung there but she didn't give it much attention, looking to her books instead. They were stacked neatly at the bottom of the locker. She looked at the spines, considering what she wanted to read, when she heard the door slide open. She stood straight, looking to the door as a few people wandered in. "Great. People," she thought to herself with an eye roll before shutting her locker door. She looked at her clothes, wondering if she should change. She was wearing a pair of blue jeans and a plain dark grey shirt, something she would have worn at home. It seemed everyone was wearing their toon colors, though.
Becca sat at the edge of the bed, surveying the others. They seemed like the leftovers from the other groups, truthfully. None of them looked like seasoned fighters. She caught sight of the small boy and suppressed a laugh. "You've got to be kidding me," she muttered, laying on her bed. The kid had to be ten or something. What use would he be? Weren't they supposed to send them off to war soon? She closed her eyes, ignoring the activity around her as people settled into their bunks and put their belongings away.
--
Martin walked down the main hall of the circular space station, taking in his surroundings. He followed the colors on the floor like he had been instructed to and made it to a door. Pressing a button, he wandered in, catching the eye of the blonde girl who had apparently been there a while. He notched her roll her eyes and anger flared up inside him. He managed to keep his mouth shut as he made his way down the aisle, picking a bed at random and dropping his bag on the mattress.
He didn't have much with him, just a photo of his family. He looked at the photo before sticking it in his locker. He already missed them but he knew it was an honor to be here. He noticed some sort of suit hanging in his locker. It looked like the outfit he had seen other students walking around in but it was different colors.
He ran his fingers across the material before he shut the locker. It was quiet in the room. He saw the blonde girl look at him again and heard her mutter something. What was her problem anyway? He leaned back on his bed, waiting for instructions. Where was their commander? He hoped it wouldn't be that girl. If it was, he was certainly not going to have a fun time here.
He thought back to the flight here and how weird it had been climbing into the ship. It took him a while to orient himself. It was so different, being in space where there was no up or down. His brain still freaked out every once in a while, trying to right the world he was in.