DeVirr - 15 Days Out

Adonis IV
Six Star Alliance - Fortress Station

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Fortress - Simulated Combat Training Center
1315 - 16-01-2396

“Okay, target Left!” DeVirr announced as she shadowed the rookie.

Peters swung her head left digging her heel into the earth as she aimed her weapon down the dark corridor and lit it up the target with a trio of three-round bursts that ripped through the holographic target center mass in rapid succession.

“10-20-20….” DeVirr sounded off the hit score. “ Not bad Cherry but we need better, you’re running behind! Two targets, Right corridor.”

The combat medic turned right leading with the muzzle again quickly finding the targets fired twice at each target.”

“20-20” DeVirr announced with a nod of approval. “20-50, That's better … okay advance 100 meters down the central corridor. Go…go… go!”

Peters moved almost at once, taking off down the corridor at a dead run that DeVirr found that she was easily able to keep pace with.

“You need to go faster Cherry!” DeVirr sounded off in the girl's ear as she ran. “ And I do mean a lot faster than this. Our teams pre-combat scores depend on everyone pulling their own weight or we’re gonna lose points on the battle board.”

Peters sucked it up and increased her pace as best she was able but sadly not enough to matter overall it seemed.

‘Target, right side!” DeVirr shouted at the girl suddenly as she reached the end of the hundred-meter run.

Peters came to a sudden stop and leveled the weapon pulling the trigger … once, twice, three times before she realized her weapon was out of bullets.

“Forgot something back there didn’t we?” DeVirr sounded shaking her head in mock disappointment. “ And you are dead little Miss Cherry Poptart.”

Peters groaned, rolling her eyes as she dropped to her knees. “Fuck me sideways. “

DeVirr for her part only smirked as she shook her head, patting the new girl on the shoulder. “ Maybe next time sweetness but training debriefing comes first. Take a shower, get yourself cleaned up, grab something some chow, and meet me in the main briefing room in let's say 45 mins.”

Peters nodded using the but of her weapon to push herself onto her feet. “ Yes ma’am.”

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Tunnel Rats Briefing Room
2100 - 16-01-2396

‘Okay, First impressions?” Royce announced as he took his place at the head of the briefing room table. “Let's start with you Stark?”

Stark frowned, leaning forward as he spoke. “All and all he wasn’t the worst I’ve ever seen coming out the gate. His scores in the simulator were average pretty much across the board but I think I saw some bright spots.”

Royce nodded, turning his head to the next body. “What about your boy Gracelunde?”

“ To be honest boss, the boy is a moron.” Gracelunde frowned in annoyance. “ I know the profile says his skill set ranks him pretty high on the board and make him a pretty desirable asset for your common infantry or marine unit but I didn’t get a sense that he had a clue what he was doing in the simulator and he has a total lack of situational awareness.”

Royce nodded turning his attention to DeVirr “What about your girl?”

DeVirr for her part simply shrugged. “ Peters is pretty typical of your right out of the test tube combat medics. She overpacks her pack with shit she doesn’t need and worries about shit she doesn’t need to worry about. Her combat simulator scores are average but I think we can get them up to passing by test day. She’s also pretty soft so we’ll need work on that as well.”

Royce nodded. “So no wash-outs as yet?”

The trio shook their heads not wanting to be the one to give up on the newbie this early in the game.

“ Okay, you guys hit the rack for the night and we’ll make a fresh go of it in the morning.” Royce said before motioning for DeVirr to stay put while Gracelunde and Stark headed out.

“ So command forwarded me the results of the surveys conducted at the end of the last campaign and as you might have already guessed you made the Top-100 again.”

DeVirr sighed settling back in her seat. “Where did I place this time around?”

“61 out of 10o overall… ” Royce frowned. “7 out of 10 for the SSA.”

“So what, is command pushing for me to pose topless or are they looking to go hardcore porn this time around.” DeVirr rolled her eyes in annoyance.

“The public relations body is pushing for something classy I’m told.” Royce shrugged. “ Some racy photos for some Top Ten Girls of the SSA as well as a full photo spread and interview for one of the publications before the fighting starts. They are also suggested a “Day in the life” piece to make you come across as more of a hometown girl next door time making out in the big bad war. “

“Well at least they aren’t pushing for full blown porn again I guess.” DeVirr smirked. “ So what are they offering?”

“You’ll get paid standard rates for each job.” Royce shrugged not really knowing the numbers.

“No, not how much I’m getting paid …. I get paid regardless. What did they offer up for the team if I do the job for them?” She pressed him.

Royce frowned. “ Out the gate, they were offering Advanced Tactical Gear and a shit load of ammo as well as high-end exotic food stuffs. I also managed to talk them into attaching one of the merc units as mission support for these fucking advanced mission site taskers. ”

DeVirr nodded. “ Sounds like a good deal, I’ll do it … “

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