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02. I'm a soldier and a poet [closed]
CHARACTERS: William Tsang, Brad Colbert, Pietro Maximoff, As Well As Severus Snape and Kate Bishop Hopefully
LOCATION: Various
WARNINGS: PG-13 probably cursing, low-level HTH combat/violence
SUMMARY: One strike team assembles for Commander Shepard'sill-fated safari into the distant regions of the Tranquility; a recruitment and training montage.
NOTES: Various assumptions were made in the construction of this post. Let me know if I botched it either via IM or Plurk and I will right it out. Also, feel free to split/start into other threads!
Xenobiology/Genetics Department (Snape, Colbert, & Kate if she fancies it)
This is Severus Snape.
[Severus Snape is probably not hoping to see much of anybody on a good day, and on a bad day, he probably has no preferences with regard to William Tsang at all, having conveniently forgotten that the trifling and vulgar young medic exists. Unfortunately, said medic seems to have found his way to the good Professor's place of employment on this day. He has with him a few others, including: one very tall, lean blonde man with a facial expression that would make wind-blasted granite look personable.] Mr. Snape, Sargeant Colbert.
Mr. Snape ought to be our comms bloke so I can go inna field. [This surprising display of assertiveness is probably even more shocking, if you think about the fact he would have hacked a private communication to acquire this information.
William Tsang nonetheless presses on, looking only a little furtive as he glances at the quiet workspace of the department. Possibly wondering if he can actually turn himself back, if Snape transforms him into something unimaginable, or heal if Snape summons an anvil onto his head.] I've got no doubt what he can do is loads better than my half-arsed mucking 'round with basic electronics, eivver. I'm sure Commander Shepard will unnastan' this arrangement if you sign off.
[It's probably difficult to tell which person you is. William thinks better than to smile, linking his hands behind his back, as if standing to attention right now might convince anybody that he'd been staying in line before.]
Rec Rooms, various training facilities (Kate, Brad, Pietro, & Mr. Snape)
[Afterward, they are only one man short.
They get to training anyway. Colbert's expectations come without the ceremony of threats or formal discourse about appropriate military conduct, but they aren't difficult to parse. The Rec Rooms have about everything that they need for basic fitness, and it becomes routine spectacle: William trailing comfortably behind Brad and Kate as they burn down the lanes of the track at a flat run.
Between their other responsibilities, there are hours of hand-to-hand and ranged training where Brad explains about the judicious application of an elbow in realistic combat situations, and Kate kills so much paper with the arrows she can reuse that they run out of range for her to try, and there necessarily follows a conversation about expanding her supply. In the weight training, William tends to sneak in more opportunities to spot so he doesn't have to lift as much. Brad is demonstrating about arterial shots with a rubber knife on a dummy, one day, when the rubber actually breaks through the plastic chassis, and Brad shrugs, because If you're that close to a manticore, you're probably dead, anyway. We're going to practice firing from cover. Who knows how to program the holodeck? William turns himself into a bulletproof shield, once. Brad asks about poop.
Of course, there's reprieve, too. Sleep-deprivation and going without are realistic challenges for any operation, but until then, staying in good condition is part of conditioning.
It's over a fry of canned protein and vegetable, reasonably seasoned, that talk starts of testing communications. The particular lounge they've taken has an ambient green light, a subtropical mural embossed into the glass walls, minimalistically sleek furniture. It's close to the rec room, mostly.] If there was a way we could dip into a deadzone quick, [William points out.] I recently came into a Roomba, actually, but 'is top pace is less'n a mile an hour.
[On cue, there's a tread in the doorway.]
OOC note: I'm so sure that I've gotten some logistics/assumptions wrong that it isn't even funny, especially with regard to transparency about powers, and trying to finagle the chronology of recruitment and job reassignments (e.g., William was originally comms). Please let me know what to fix.
LOCATION: Various
WARNINGS: PG-13 probably cursing, low-level HTH combat/violence
SUMMARY: One strike team assembles for Commander Shepard's
NOTES: Various assumptions were made in the construction of this post. Let me know if I botched it either via IM or Plurk and I will right it out. Also, feel free to split/start into other threads!
Xenobiology/Genetics Department (Snape, Colbert, & Kate if she fancies it)
This is Severus Snape.
[Severus Snape is probably not hoping to see much of anybody on a good day, and on a bad day, he probably has no preferences with regard to William Tsang at all, having conveniently forgotten that the trifling and vulgar young medic exists. Unfortunately, said medic seems to have found his way to the good Professor's place of employment on this day. He has with him a few others, including: one very tall, lean blonde man with a facial expression that would make wind-blasted granite look personable.] Mr. Snape, Sargeant Colbert.
Mr. Snape ought to be our comms bloke so I can go inna field. [This surprising display of assertiveness is probably even more shocking, if you think about the fact he would have hacked a private communication to acquire this information.
William Tsang nonetheless presses on, looking only a little furtive as he glances at the quiet workspace of the department. Possibly wondering if he can actually turn himself back, if Snape transforms him into something unimaginable, or heal if Snape summons an anvil onto his head.] I've got no doubt what he can do is loads better than my half-arsed mucking 'round with basic electronics, eivver. I'm sure Commander Shepard will unnastan' this arrangement if you sign off.
[It's probably difficult to tell which person you is. William thinks better than to smile, linking his hands behind his back, as if standing to attention right now might convince anybody that he'd been staying in line before.]
Rec Rooms, various training facilities (Kate, Brad, Pietro, & Mr. Snape)
[Afterward, they are only one man short.
They get to training anyway. Colbert's expectations come without the ceremony of threats or formal discourse about appropriate military conduct, but they aren't difficult to parse. The Rec Rooms have about everything that they need for basic fitness, and it becomes routine spectacle: William trailing comfortably behind Brad and Kate as they burn down the lanes of the track at a flat run.
Between their other responsibilities, there are hours of hand-to-hand and ranged training where Brad explains about the judicious application of an elbow in realistic combat situations, and Kate kills so much paper with the arrows she can reuse that they run out of range for her to try, and there necessarily follows a conversation about expanding her supply. In the weight training, William tends to sneak in more opportunities to spot so he doesn't have to lift as much. Brad is demonstrating about arterial shots with a rubber knife on a dummy, one day, when the rubber actually breaks through the plastic chassis, and Brad shrugs, because If you're that close to a manticore, you're probably dead, anyway. We're going to practice firing from cover. Who knows how to program the holodeck? William turns himself into a bulletproof shield, once. Brad asks about poop.
Of course, there's reprieve, too. Sleep-deprivation and going without are realistic challenges for any operation, but until then, staying in good condition is part of conditioning.
It's over a fry of canned protein and vegetable, reasonably seasoned, that talk starts of testing communications. The particular lounge they've taken has an ambient green light, a subtropical mural embossed into the glass walls, minimalistically sleek furniture. It's close to the rec room, mostly.] If there was a way we could dip into a deadzone quick, [William points out.] I recently came into a Roomba, actually, but 'is top pace is less'n a mile an hour.
[On cue, there's a tread in the doorway.]
OOC note: I'm so sure that I've gotten some logistics/assumptions wrong that it isn't even funny, especially with regard to transparency about powers, and trying to finagle the chronology of recruitment and job reassignments (e.g., William was originally comms). Please let me know what to fix.
no subject
[ Severus does not bother pointing out that, essentially, it's him or no one. There is not a backup option for any squad; volunteers have been thin on the ground. ]
no subject
( that there are no alternatives does not mean that brad is willing to accept bad choices. there's always the alternative of not going at all, and while brad would hate that option because he's finally been presented with an opportunity for a real recon mission, he isn't going to walk in with a team that can't handle it. )
Welcome to the team, prof.
no subject
[ While not in any danger of bubbling over the 'cool' seems genuine, Kate flashing Snape a bit of a smile before leans in to look as William initially takes the shard. As he passes it to her she looks back to Snape again to check, even as she's already taking hold. Oh hey Brad. She gives a little wave to the Marine in the looking glass but too late, as it turns into a view of his jumpsuit and she passes the device back to its creator. ]
Can you make one for each of us, or are we limited to two?
no subject
I've yet to decide. [ Absent, but honest. ] There's an impracticality to too many small objects that can be misplaced or used as beacons to powers that may sense magic, but obvious problems may arise in the event you are separated from each other.
no subject
[ it's not quite a demand; consider it a very strong suggestion. that way, they will be able to communicate via snape when they split up.
brad has no intention of letting the group split into anything smaller than teams of two, with the possible exception of sending an individual scout ahead, possibly himself.
that means two teams of two with one mirror each, snape with one, and one mirror to pass around whenever necessary. ]