Basic Training Week 4 [Closed to Rogue Squadron, and certain invited troublemakers.]

[mercjedi.livejournal.com]

This week the recruits were greeted to the sight of the sensoriums transformed into a jungle. A hot, miserable, and humid jungle. So like any other jungle on any other planet, in just about any other universe. Laid out in a clearing will be their blaster rifles, along with a full combat load, and a pack. They'd also find their orange jumpsuits replaced by appropriate combat uniforms. Kyle himself was already loaded up in similar fashion, and prepared to go.

"The scenario for today, recruits, is that we've completed an engagement with the enemy during a long range patrol in this lovely tropical locale, and are now moving to our extraction point. Enemy troops might be pursuing us, we don't know. Because of this, and enemy air activity there is a very narrow window for us to be picked up at the LZ. So that means get your gear, and get a move on!"

Kyle leads them through the jungle for a time before he moved behind some trees, and slipped out of their sight. He's replaced by a replica from the sensoriums that continues along, presenting a perfect target to be eliminated by a skilled sniper from afar. Which is exactly what happened as his doppelganger's head snapped back from the rounds impact, and the body fell with a thud. It was a bit of a cruel trick, but now he could see how this ragtag bunch managed to handle things when left on their own.

[OOC: Kyle will be hiding, and observing the recruits to see how they react, and pull themselves together. Also he has deliberately not established where the chain of command goes should he be taken out. He wants to see who can lead, and who can follow. It's also a test to observe whose ego still needs some adjustment. So argue, and bicker away as your characters please, that's the whole point. Kyle will also be triggering enemy attacks for them to respond to, and even might have brought in a couple of other people to assist him in harassing the recruits as they make their way to the LZ.

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[jesushasagundam]

"And if they have grenades, we'll get killed by bunching up!" Kira shot back, reading Yzak's train of thought. But she was right that they could really use a distraction...

"I'm going-- get ready!" He took a deep breath, fixed on his destination - another large tree trunk about twenty feet away - and then sprinted out from cover, tucking his rifle into his chest for ease of running as he dove to roll behind cover.

[silverduelist]

Yzak was about to call back the same thing, not in the mood right now for a smart mouth in the middle of a situation like this. Ironic, really, considering the way Yzak used to be, but even he was mature enough now to admit his immaturity back then.

[mercjedi.livejournal.com]

Deciding to not bunch up was a good idea. Choosing to provide a distraction before your teammates had laid down some suppressive fire, not so much. To reward Kira's bravery Kyle had the enemy troopers focus fire on him. Hopefully he had the reflexes to keep them occupied long enough for his fellow recruits to get into position to properly support him.

[jesushasagundam]

It was just a simulation, but that didn't mean it didn't feel real... and as the enemies turned their fire towards him, Kira felt something burst behind his eyes almost reflexively. Time slowed down, and everything around him fell into a hyperfocused sharpness that was hard if not impossible to describe with words.

He makes it to safety, but several of those dodges... it's hard to tell if they were genuine or simply dumb luck.

[silverduelist]

Well they were totally dumb luck to Yzak, who, while Kira had made his impressive leap, turned to the others again.

"Three of you cover him. Four of you, come with me-- this way." He nodded his head in the opposite direction that Kira had leapt. "The rest of you stay in this area so they keep some focus here, but don't stick too close to one another and be careful, don't get yourselves shot."

And then he looked to his left, and quickly moved behind the shrubbery, trying to keep himself paced enough to not be noticed.