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Post by Admin on Feb 23, 2018 8:41:42 GMT
Basic Training: Two Yards and a Crash Mat04-14-2015, 11:08 AM Naula Kahtier When Ranooki Reese had signed her initiation orders and training manifest, Naula had imagined something more along the lines of a simulator. Cadets of the New Republic Navy would be expected to clock flight-time, after all. Introduction grade pilots would hardly be placed straight inside X-wings, and it made perfect sense that they would train before the job, rather than on it. Due to these two pieces of perfectly aligned logic, Naula had turned up for Basic Training with certain expectations in mind. What she had found, was a small block of surprisingly tough looking soldiers and their gruff drill master. It was like something out of a holodrama. She had been late - as only she could be on her first morning - and all eyes had descended with perfect silence. From the pupil side, there had been glances of amusement, a few carrying light notes of derision. From the instructor side however she got raw fury, channelled through the simple flick of his wrist that gave her all the instruction she needed; hurry up, join the others, don't say a word. She could have mentioned her quick trip to the simulator room and the dismissal she had been given. She could also have mentioned the lack of any particular location on her briefing instructions. But looking around at the group, it was clear everyone else had found the courtyard without hindrance. It was with this shaky start, that Naula Kahtier's new Republic career began: Physical Training. There were star-jumps, press-ups, laps, and a bunch of other exercises she couldn't do either. Sweat poured from under her crimson locks, tied back from her equally red cheeks and forehead. The instructor called for another round, bellowing out his order as if challenging any of the recruits to disagree. As one, they moved off around the rectangular courtyard, in full view of the offices and facilities that played sentinel to their training section. Somewhere ahead of the pack were the army recruits, fresh and buff and eager to show off. Somewhere behind, was the drill instructor, his voice barking commands for her to hurry up. She was the rear and her legs felt like butter - it was with effort that she managed to rejoin the group for the finish line. "Take five. Defence training starts whether you have your breath or not." Instructor called, dragging out crash mats from a storage crate with little effort. "Partner up. We have Cadets and Officers on campus today and I want them to see you hard at work!" Naula tried her best to seem eager, but everything from her neck downwards ached with a deep need for rest and water. The latter was handed out, but with only two minutes until defence training she could do little but sit down for the rest. Garbed from head to foot in a single skin-tight exercise suit, Naula was drawing a few more glances than she felt comfortable with. If her mother had been here, she would have frowned with disapproval. Then again, a tight outfit would probably be the least of their family "discussions" compared to joining the New Republic. "Hey mum.." Naula said, to herself. "I joined the military... " That would be an interesting conversation. An interesting conversation if she survived basic training, that was. Last edited by Maggewetok; 04-14-2015 at 06:26 PM.
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Post by Admin on Feb 23, 2018 8:42:40 GMT
12-21-2015, 02:46 AM
Romon Darksands
Due to Romon's time away from active duty, the high brass has insisted putting him through a few refresher courses to ensure that he was fighting fit. The PT session had been rough, the pilot wasn't as young as he once was...and he had the scars to prove it. He was dressed in exercise pants and a t-shirt, which was a rare sight indeed as a flight suit was his normal attire.
The drill instructor made the call to partner up for hand to hand training. Romon made his way over to where Naula was sitting. She had made quite an impression on Commander Reese and had an impressive resume. Romon looked forward to seeing what she could do.
His ice blue eyes locked onto hers as he offered her his hand. "Us pilots gotta stick together right?" he asked with a grin.
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Post by Admin on Feb 23, 2018 8:43:33 GMT
12-21-2015, 05:41 AM
Naula Kahtier
Out of uniform, Romon Darksands looked like any other recruit. His t-shirt was simple and his trousers fit for purpose. He was a well etched man, but not quite as chiselled as the army recruits who surrounded them. Based on these two simple observations, Naula greeted him as she might any fellow naval recruit; with total ignorance of his rank and a clear amount of relief. He looked like he could certainly hold his own in a fight, but the warmth in which he had greeted her as a fellow naval cadet did much to alleviate some of the worry that had been bubbling away inside. At least she would live to die in her starfighter, rather than on the training field.
“Yeah…” Naula replied, allowing some warmth to flood the crystal blue pools of her eyes. “Naula, Naula Kahtier.” She took the offered hand gratefully, managing to rise with some grace. Her calves ached; her thighs ached; her hips were long deceased and so were any other muscles in that general vicinity. But she put on a brave face, all the same. To either side of them, the military recruits were pairing up; giving brief introductions and finding crash mats.
“Right.” Bellowed the instructor, his eyes a well-tuned vehicle of meaningless fury. “Hand to hand combat: the ultimate tool in the field. Fancy weapons might aid you, but they are all meaningless if you haven’t the room to use them. Sometimes they break down, what do you do then? We will begin with a simple repel. All those to my right, you are attackers. Those to the left, fend off the attack in any way you chose. If you all get it right we move on. If one of you turns out to be rubbish…” His eyes didn’t linger upon her, but they might as well have. “.. we may be here for some time learning technique.”
This really was turning out to be a holodrama, she thought.
Standing to the instructor’s right, Naula took an additional moment to catch her breath. Separated by several meters, the other recruits were already eyeing up their opponents, one or two even circling. A sharp crack emanated from a matt to her left, where a rather grumpy looking Rodian was face down to the floor, his partner having missed the soft blue surface and planted him straight into the ground. Not encouraging. She gradually drew her legs apart, lowering her body a couple of inches. Back on Chandrilla, she had been taught that her strength would never be in overwhelming power and that she needed to utilise dexterity in order to swiftly overcome a foe. This had of course been taught to her by the instructor who had promptly failed her physical training module, but Chandrillians were more forgiving of such transgressions. Another recruit hit the floor, going down with a sharp crunch just behind Romon. Naula took the opportunity to strike.
With one foot still bent, she sprung up and into the man, bringing her left hand across his throat in what she hoped would be a well-timed chop. Her legs stung at the sudden movement, but granted her an adrenaline filled swiftness that bore their reliance on speed, rather than technique. She already had a punch lined up, her torso twisting to the left as her right hand went for the chop, preparing to swing rightwards with a left-hook once the assault was hopefully successful. On paper, it was a well-executed move of precision. In reality however…
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Post by Admin on Feb 23, 2018 8:44:13 GMT
12-23-2015, 01:39 AM
Romon
His hand closed around hers and he shifted his weight slightly onto his left leg as he helped Naula to her feet. "Romon Darksands" he replied with a nod as the instructor began barking orders.
As he made his way to the opposite edge of the ring marked on the crash mat, he took a moment to loosen up, all the while observing Naula. She was strikingly beautiful and while the skin tight exercise suit was practical, it also did a fantastic job at accentuating her figure. "Focus" he told himself "target fixation has killed more than one pilot". He could tell by her movements that she was sore, but he also saw a feistiness in her that could not be underestimated.
The thunk of someone kissing the deck signaled that round one was underway. Romon set himself into a fighting stance and waited for Naula to make her move. This would be more than just a hand to hand training course, it would be the first test of the chemistry between them; to see how well they could read each others, to anticipate the others next move. This would come into play if they were to ever fly together in combat. A wing pair that was perfectly in sync was a true force to be reckoned with.
Romon registered someone hitting the floor behind him, and then Naula was on top of him. He managed to lean back just enough so that the chop aimed at his throat caught him in the upper chest. He was able to get his right arm up and deflect the punch; his forearm glancing against hers enough to keep fist from meeting face. This move, combined with the forward momentum from her attack resulted in the two crashing together and then heading for the mat. Romon was able to position himself so that he absorbed the impact and she landed on top of him. "No playing around, straight for the kill. I like that in a pilot." He said, their faces just inches apart. He could see a fire burning in her blue eyes.
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Post by Admin on Feb 23, 2018 8:45:10 GMT
12-23-2015, 05:03 AM
Naula
The air left her as they hit the floor, his chest absorbing some of the impact but still leaving her struggling to draw breath. She tried to recall exactly how they had ended up here, but it was all one big blur. The fight had been over in seconds, her assault repelled with relative ease and a swiftness that proved her sparring partner had done this before. Naula had never been a fan of hand to hand combat; or any kind of combat that didn’t involve a ship, come to think of it. It wasn’t an issue of sex. She had known many women who could hold themselves in a fight. But somehow the universe had given her a small frame, with relatively little natural talent for sparring. Nine times out of ten, she would be beaten by brute strength alone. It was why she enjoyed the cockpit. Strength and physical prowess were meaningless when she was in control. That was when the larger races or stronger people stopped mocking her for her clumsy fighting…
“Um… yeah….” Naula offered, not entirely sure what she was agreeing with. The smallest touch of pink fluttered its way across her cheeks, reminding her that she was still lying on top of him. Naula made a swift motion to correct that, drawing herself up and offering her own hand to help Romon up. Romon Darksands – she knew the name from somewhere, though couldn’t quite pinpoint how. The name seemed to linger on in her thoughts, with positive connotations but no obvious origin.
“Right!” roared the instructor once again, bringing her sharply back to reality. “Most of you seem to have the grasp of that. Good.” His eyes washed over the crowd, lingering on no one, though Naula couldn’t help feeling singled out. “Switch roles now. I want to see everyone effectively defending themselves or there will be drills…”
Taking a steadying breath, Naula turned back to Romon, offering him what she hoped was a confident smile. Very little confidence lingered beyond the veil however and internally she was starting to feel an adrenaline egged fright. She was not a brave girl, if truth be told. At least not brave without four sides of transparasteel and an array of weaponry at her disposal. She took up a ready stance, spreading her legs and drawing one foot slightly back. She nodded for him to begin.
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Post by Admin on Feb 23, 2018 8:46:47 GMT
12-23-2015, 05:45 AM
Romon
Romon tried to hide the grin on his face as he noticed her cheeks flush slightly. To be honest, he was in no hurry for her to move. But then the drill instructor had to go and ruin the moment. He took her hand and hefted himself to his feet.
While there had been times in his military career that Romon had found himself inadvertently on the ground in a combat zone, and close quarters combat skills had proven useful, he was still more comfortable fighting in the air than on foot. He had been a brawler in his youth, but once he found his wings, he rained his punches with a Starfighter.
He took a ready stance and returned Naula's smile and nod. Romon made his approach. His left hand up high and then making a short diversionary strike at her head, while he planted his right foot and brought his right fist up in a strike at the midsection. That was the plan at least. He was not putting enough force behind his attack to cause any pain. It was tactics they were learning here, no sense in hurting each other in training.
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Post by Admin on Feb 23, 2018 8:47:32 GMT
01-01-2016, 01:54 AM
Arianna Talien
Ari couldn't believe it. She was being sent back thru training. Laughing as she headed across the yard to the training pavilion, she shook her head. It was a good thing she had stayed in shape during her time in space. True, it had been basic things like push-ups, pull-ups and jogging around what part of the abandoned, nearly ghost like ship still was open and oxygenated.
She stepped into the class, already being conducted and looked around as she shed her sweater and pulled her hair back into a ponytail. In a t-shirt and workout pants, she watched the second round of attack-defend play out before her. As the group was finishing up, she reported to the instructor who absently motioned her to the end of the double paired lines and then promptly ignored her.
Waiting to see what would happen next, Ari looked around at those in the room to see what the Republic had recruited since her absence.
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Post by Admin on Feb 23, 2018 8:47:46 GMT
<<Thread ended due to lack of response>>
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