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Post by Darzul on Jul 22, 2010 20:42:13 GMT -6
Captain Artie Weathers looked at the 10 soldiers before him, about to start their heavy weapons training. He nodded approvingly. The smallest guy in the room was about 6'1". Weathers himself, measuring 6'7", was the largest man in the room save one - a pale man with horns protruding from his head. The general mentioned a half-demon; that must be him, Weathers thought.
"Alright, grunts," Weathers said. "You guys are here for specialized training in heavy weapons. During basic training you boys learned how to travel long distances carrying standard gear, weighing about 80 pounds."
Weathers then grabbed a pack from the table and, with noticeable but not strenuous effort, put it on his back. "Depending on your loadout, you boys will be toting over 200 pounds of shit when you go out on that battlefield. And you will not have to run as far but you will have to run as fast."
Weathers took his backpack off and set it on the table with a heavy, authoritative thud. "Since you boys are about as green as it gets, we'll start you off light. Two miles, with 150 pound bags," he told the group, pointing to the packs on the table, filled with rocks. "Strap up and pound pavement, boys! Let's move!"
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Post by mesozoic on Jul 22, 2010 21:34:14 GMT -6
mesozoic answered back with a quick. "yes sir"
he grabbed a pack and right off the bat he could fell the 150 pound weights but he soon adjusted and was able to strap it to his back with a little bit of ease. once the pack was on his back he started with the run. he could feel the weight on his back slowing him down, but Meso pushed threw it.
Meso started to slow up a bit after the mile and a half point, but he knew there was not much further to go so he took a deep breath and broke into a light jog. he finished the two miles still feeling good, a bit winded but good.
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Post by Darzul on Jul 22, 2010 22:09:38 GMT -6
Adding five pounds a day, Weathers built the class up to 200 pounds after two weeks. The group seemed to be taking to it fairly well, with one shining exception.
Corporal Mesozoic never missed a beat. Be it push-ups, running, climbing, or the dreaded stair-run, Mesozoic always dealt with it, without complaining and almost without fail. Weathers understood perfectly well why the general had promoted him to C2.
"Alright, men, you have two weeks under your belt, and you've earned a reward," Weathers told them. "Or rather, you could. Today you guys are going on a 3-mile run. Everybody crosses that line in 25 minutes, I'll give you boys leave for tonight. Everyone makes it in 20 minutes, I'll give you tonight and tomorrow off."
Once the group was wearing their packs and lined up, Weathers raised his stop watch. "Aaaand go," he said, simultaneously clicking the start button.
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Post by mesozoic on Oct 14, 2010 22:30:19 GMT -6
Meso started on his run/ the added weight, at first seemed like no problem, but as he made his way it started to become a bit more of a pain.
he would slow down every so often to catch a bit of his breath and to make any adjustments to the pack, but after a few moments he was back on tack and giving it his all. not long Meso could see the finish line off in the distance. he kept up his pace. he wasn't in it for the night and next day off. he wanted to prove to him self that he could do this.
He kept up his light job as he crossed the finish line Captain Weathers waiting to hear his time.
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Post by Darzul on Nov 1, 2010 0:03:36 GMT -6
Weathers looked down at his stopwatch. "Mesozoic, 17 minutes, 43 seconds," he said, as a nearby aide scribbled the time on a clipboard. "Good hustle, corporal," Weathers said. "Lose the pack and take a breather. You've earned it."
He then saw the next-fastest runner cross. "Frederick, 17 minutes, 54 seconds," he said, continuing on as the rest of the group crossed, until only private Kobbler remained.
"Come on, Kobbler!" Weathers screamed. "You still got 30 seconds! Don't let 'em down, Kobbler! These men need you!"
Kobbler, the smallest member of the group and almost always the slowest, put on a final burst of speed before throwing up and crumpling to the ground, no more than 30 feet from the line.
Weathers looked at the men who had crossed. "He's got 20 seconds to go," he told the group. "I dunno if he can do it alone, though."
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Post by mesozoic on Nov 2, 2010 9:39:21 GMT -6
Mesozoic dropped his gear and turned to watch the others cross the finish line. he took notice of Kobbler, who was lagging a bit behind and seemed to struggle a bit. he watched as he fell to the ground like a sack of potatoes.
he heard Captain Weathers say he 20 seconds to go. Meso rushed out to Kobblers side and picked him up and set him on his feet, throwing his arm over his shoulder. "double time it Kobbler your almost there." the two started to hurry down the track as the both crossed the finish line.
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Post by Darzul on Jan 4, 2011 0:46:05 GMT -6
His eyes half-closed, his legs jelly from the run, Kobbler leaned fairly heavily on Mesozoic, but managed to move once he had been lifted from the ground. He crossed the line, and heaved a sigh of exhausted relief between gasps for air as he collapsed again, on the right side of the line this time.
Weathers looked at his stopwatch. "19 minutes, 53 seconds," he said with a smile as the group cheered. "Get the hell out of here. See you in two days."
The majority of the group let out another cheer, and immediately began jogging toward the barracks. Today was payday; having tomorrow off opened the world up for the group of soldiers to go see Thoncir with a little Coin in their pocket.
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Post by mesozoic on Jul 24, 2011 20:30:48 GMT -6
Meso rested for the next two day, all the running and training had taking its toll on his body. he laid awake in his bunk late at night. he sat up looking out the window of his barracks. he could see the moon and stars shining bright in the night sky. he thought about his mother and how proud she would have been.
Meso knew that after his break the real fun stuff was to begin. he was set to start training with more heavy weapons, most of which he was not use to and was going to have a tough time to lift let alone shoot one with good accuracy, but with weapons like those accuracy comes in second.
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Post by Darzul on Jul 24, 2011 21:27:34 GMT -6
When everyone regrouped, Weathers had brought the group to an open field, a few miles outside of Thoncir. Rusted hulks of old cars, both military and civilian, were strewn about before them. A humvee was parked nearby, with several packs on them. A single tube with a handle was attached to the side, with over a dozen football-shaped silvery rockets attached to the same pack.
"Gentlemen, this pack is known to us heavies as the Rocketeer loadout," Weathers said as he strapped one on. He pulled on the handle of the tube, and with a click it removed from the pack. "This is the R-28 Meteor rocket launching apparatus, and these," he said, grasping three different rockets from the pack, "are the rockets one launches with the apparatus." He held up rockets with an orange, red, and white bands around them.
"The orange rockets are high explosive rounds," Weathers said. He twisted and pulled the rocket, causing the band to glow. "The rocket is now armed," he said as he loaded it into the back of the Meteor. He flipped up a round front sight, aimed, and fired it at a car. As promised, it exploded on impact, causing the car to tumble through the air. "Simple, but effective, especially against flesh-and-blood targets," Weathers said.
He then armed and loaded the red-banded rocket. "These are H.E.A.T. rounds - high-explosive, anti-tank," Weathers said as he aimed at a rusted and broken tank. He fired, and the tank was blasted to pieces, some of the smaller bits landing only a few feet from the trainees. "These are best against armored vehicles. Not bad against bunkers, either."
"And this," Weathers said as he activated the third and final rocket, "Is a H.E.S.H. round. High-explosive squash head. Basically, this launches plastic explosives." Weathers fired the rocket, causing the rocket to squash against an old house. The charge detonated, causing the house to collapse. "These ones are used against buildings, for demolitions or breaching."
"A mile down that trail is a series of targets," Weathers told the group. "Another one a mile further, and a third two miles past that. For today, you'll be using dummy rounds," he said, gesturing to the others packs, each of which contained rockets with blue bands. "These rockets are just smoke rounds, but they have paint on the end so I'll know if your aim was any good. Suit up, boys, and get going."
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Post by mesozoic on Jul 24, 2011 22:06:35 GMT -6
meso strapped on his pack and made his way down the trail to the first set of targets. he could feel the weight on his back but mustered threw and picked up his pace. the past two days of rest did indeed help him as he made it to the first mark. he did his best to aim and he fired off one of the rockets. it grazed the first target leaving a light green mark on the outer ring.
meso grunted as he took aim once more not letting that near hit get to him. he took a deep breath and launched another missile. he watched as it travel to the target and connecting it dead center. with a large smile meso moved onto the next set
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Post by Darzul on Jul 24, 2011 22:34:39 GMT -6
As the group reached the end of the course, Weathers caught up to them. "Frederick, Mesozoic, and Jekler, you all passed the first test. You boys can try out live rounds next time we come out here. The rest of you will continue to use smoke rockets until you can get them to land in the circle - or, in some cases, on the right vehicle."
"Mount up," Weathers said. "We're heading back to base."
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Post by mesozoic on Jul 28, 2011 21:58:13 GMT -6
mesozoic grabbed his pack and started to make his way back to his barrack. a overwhelming feeling of pride washed over him.
that he was able to hit the target so soon, and was going to start with live rounds. it wasn't gonna be a walk in the park its not paint he will be shooting at targets it was going to be live explosives. mesozoic's nerves tightened. with a deep intake of air he was ready to take on the next task
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Post by V.A. NPCs on Dec 3, 2012 0:18:30 GMT -6
After two weeks of practicing, the group was starting to get comfortable, as well as accurate, with the rocket launchers. However, after two weeks, the group arrived at the same training grounds - which somehow never seemed to run out of targets - to find new packs waiting for them.
"Gentlemen, you seem to have the Rocketeer loadout figured out," Weathers told them. "Today, we're gonna introduce you to the Dual Weapons loadout, known unofficially as 'Doo-Wop'."
Weathers then lifted up a large machine gun with a box attached to it just in front of the trigger guard. "Boys, this is the R-31 Wildfire light machine gun," he said. He pulled a small lever, and the receiver opened. Weathers reached into the box, pulled out a belt of ammo, and closed the receiver again. "Shoots 500 rounds a minute if you just hold the trigger and let fly. Do not just hold the trigger and let fly, Why, you ask? I'll show you."
Weathers then aimed the weapon downrange, and held the trigger until the empty belt spat out the other side. The barrel was glowing red, and had a slight but noticeable droop.
"The heat from sustaining that rate of fire will literally melt the barrel. This is now a useless 25 pounds of inaccurate, dangerous dead weight." Weathers set the gun on the firing bench. "To avoid this problem, you shoot in bursts of 8 to 10 rounds. A good way to measure this is to hold down the trigger long enough to say 'See my foes, down they goes'."
Weathers then grabbed a wide-barreled weapon which was basically a tube with a trigger, grip and stock. "The other weapon you'll be carrying is the R-83 Firestorm grenade launcher. Just like the Meteor, it comes with several types of projectile. You can tell them apart by the rings around the shell casings. And just like the Meteor, orange are high explosive, red are HEAT, and white are HESH. The colored shell casings are smoke, just like the colored rockets were. Now, these ones with the yellow rings are buckshot." Weathers grinned. "They're my favorite."
He held up a small lead ball in his hand, 1/3 inch in diameter. "This brutal little bastard fires 28 of these at 1,000 feet per second. At 40 yards, 20 of them will stay in a tight 1-yard pattern. Observe."
Weathers then broke open the action on the grenade launcher, loaded a yellow-ringed buckshot round, aimed at a mannequin, and fired. The target was utterly shredded from the waist up, the arms and head dangling briefly before falling off. Weathers opened the action again, the casing flipping out of the gun.
"The shotgun from hell, boys," Weathers told the group. "Unparalleled at close range."
He then pointed to the truck filled with packs. "Grab and go, boys," he said. "Same idea, different course. Targets tagged red are for the machine gun, blue for the grenade launcher. By now you should know which rounds to use on which targets. Move out, soldiers!"
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Post by mesozoic on Dec 3, 2012 0:32:02 GMT -6
mesozoic grabbed his gear and settled in a spot on the range. meso begun to set up his R-31 and started to take aim at the targets down range. he followed the captain's instructions and started to fire in 8 to 10 round bursts. aiming for all the red targets he could see. a few time meso lost track of his count and he could start to feel the heat from the gun. he took that as his early warning to slow down and take his time.
after what seemed like a couple of minutes, meso could see no more red targets. so he took that as his que to bust out the R-83 "hello beautiful." he said as he loaded a yellow round into the launcher took aim down range at a yellow target and held down the trigger.
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Post by V.A. NPCs on Dec 3, 2012 1:14:56 GMT -6
Two weeks of training with both the machine gun and the grenade launcher had made the group a force to be reckoned with, now proficient in three different heavy weapons and able to carry them quickly and efficiently. Weathers was prepared to introduce the fourth and final weapon before the class was certified.
"Okay, men, you may have noticed that the Doo-Wop was lighter than the Rocketeer," he said. "Now, we're gonna swing in the opposite direction. This loadout is the heaviest you'll ever carry. It may be the most dangerous, as well."
Weathers grabbed and hefted a pack onto his back, attached by a flexible metal band to a massive machine gun, with six barrels arranged in a circular pattern.
"Gentlemen, let me introduce you to the R-56 Pyrodeus minigun. Some of you may recognize it from the noses of our attack choppers. This hog didn't get that name by accident - it spits 6,000 rounds a minute at full tilt, which for those of you who suck at math is 100 rounds a second. It would probably give the Angel of Fire himself a run for his money.
Since even you big lugs can't carry enough ammo to make that worthwhile, in addition to the fact that they tend to explode if you let 'em run all out, we put in a computer chip that reduces the rate of fire to a svelte 2,000 rounds a minute. If you fire in bursts, which you'd better for the same reason as the R-31, the 4,000 rounds in this backpack should be more than enough to get you through the conflict you're stuck in.
When Pyrodeus here spins up, no place is safe. It can shoot down aircraft, usually with only one or two quick sweeps over the target. It goes through infantry like butter. Buildings won't stop it, and heavy armor might prevent the guy behind it from getting shot, but bombarding it with that kind of lead will deafen and disorient them. The downside is, that makes you a target. But so does any heavy weapon, so you guys oughta be used to that by now. The upside is, whatever's trying to kill you, there's a pretty good chance you can kill it right back.
Watch and learn," Weathers said, pointing the weapon downrange as he held down the trigger. The barrels took a few seconds to get up to speed, and once they did the shooting range erupted. Roofs were literally cut off of cars, the doors and panels so full of holes the junked vehicle became a shredded patchwork of iron in a matter of seconds. Weathers changed his aim, and cut a hole into a building downrange.
"You boys are already the biggest and baddest the Vorcan Army has to offer. Mastering this beauty will make you destruction incarnate." Weathers then gestured to a truck loaded down with ammo packs and miniguns.
"Who wants to give it a try?"
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