Training Day

[cityship]

As per the Chief's message, it was training time. Everyone who signed up for training (or was signed up by someone else) was ordered to an open square in the City.

Yes, the City, instead of the sensoriums. That meant that any weapons used would be real. And every bit of damage that they dealt would be real. As would the injuries. Though there didn't seem to be any weapons around, and there were no targets set up.

Interesting, that.

Anyway, in the square was the Chief of Security, who was busy marking off names of people who arrived early or on time. Anyone who figured that they could skip out, though, there is now an unhappy seven foot fully armed and armored Spartan hunting you down.

((ooc: READ THIS BEFORE TAGGING. EDIT: But the first subthread "Early/on time arrivals" is now open for tagging. Training has now begun!))

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[aworldnevermade.livejournal.com]

Luly grins. "Most of it's more directed, collateral damage is never very good. 'Less it's an area thing in the first place." She thinks a moment. "Power armor's, tk tk tk, think of a suit of armor. Like a medieval knight. Got it? Now make it ten feet tall and motorized."

[youngsoldat.livejournal.com]

"That's... incredible...." His eyes were wide as he tried to imagine it, "But... doesn't that armor get heavy? How could you wear it? How could you even use it? It seems like fantasy!"

[aworldnevermade.livejournal.com]

"That's what the motorized part is for," Luly says. (She's cheating, a little—taking advantage of the ship's translator to 'really' put everything in her native language instead of bothering to jigger around the concepts enough to manage it herself.) "It's a... negative-feedback system. When you push in a direction, the system tries to get away from that until it balances out. And there's a basic artificial intelligence to keep an eye on the systems for you. If it's done right, it's just as easy to use as walking around normally, once you get used to the extra size."

[youngsoldat.livejournal.com]

"...that sounds incredible. With something like that beat the Russians easily!" He seems enthusiastic enough about the idea.

"We'd be immune to small arms fire! It'd be like your own personal tank!" He really likes that idea, apparently. "Invincible! No one could stop you!"

[aworldnevermade.livejournal.com]

"That's the infantry model. We deal with things that need them." Things, she says, with a certain emphasis on it—things that aren't people, sometimes or often. "I'm an Engel pilot—ah, tk tk, forty feet tall, just about. Heavy assault mech. I'm one of the ones who do the front-line assaults." Her glance shifts upwards a moment, as if looking at some huge enemy.