- RKOSNAKE
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- Exalted Legendary Member
"I may not be perfect, but always been true."
1700 HOURS, DECEMBER 20, 2536 (MILITARY CALENDAR) \ SECTOR K-009, ABOARD UNSC HOPEFUL \ MESS HALL
Two hours later, all of the trainees had woken up and were currently located in the mess hall eating in silence as they waited for both Lieutenant Kurt Ambrose and Chief Mendez to arrive. They apparently had something to inform them. The three hundred heads turned to the right as a click resonated through the room, truth was, that they would be the only ones with an ear powerful enough to pick that sound from over the other side of the room. Standing on the door were both Kurt and Chief Mendez, clad on their regular uniform as always, they strutted to the middle of the room, stopping once they were in front of everybody.
By now the SPARTANS had left their food and had stood up, saluting both men as they entered the room. "At ease" Mendez said, dismissing their salutes before Kurt spoke. "I see that everybody made it through the augmentations without any side effect, that pleases me a lot and I have to say that I'm proud of every single one of you for that." He told the trainees, holding his hands behind his back while he spoke, while his tone may not have shown his current feelings, his emotions deep inside were of extreme joy and pride for his SPARTANS. They were ready to defend humanity and her colonies against the Covenant. "So eat and rest now, because your first mission will begin soon." He informed them, looking at Mendez for a second before speaking again. "As you may know, the Covenant is currently attacking us with pretty much everything they've got, glassing colonies, destroying our ships and killing our armies, but we also have the Insurrection to worry about." He said, looking down as he remembered his first mission with Blue Team, how they had almost been killed, if it hadn't been by his funny feeling then him and the rest of the team would have been turned into confetti. It made him shudder to know how close they had been to dying that day.
He noticed that he was drifting out of the conversation and resumed, wanting to inform his soldiers as much as possible in order for them to be prepared for anything. "It has come to our attention a recent uprising in the planet Mamore, UNSC forces have been sent but with no success so far, Command wants us to send you to see how effective your training has been." He kept explaining, keeping a stern expression on his face. He didn't like the decision to send the SPARTANS this early, they had just been augmented after all, but he didn't have a say on whether or not they went, if HIGH COMM wanted it, they'd get it. "Fortunately for us, Mamore is about a week away from here in Slipspace, so that will give you some time to get more used to your new abilities." The SPARTANS listened in silence as their commander spoke, not feeling nervous at all, sure they had just gotten out of the medical bay two hours ago, but they were more than ready for the job, that was their purpose after all, to be the best of the best.
Kurt stopped his speech and looked around, noticing the determined look on their faces, he knew that they would get the job done. "SPARTANS, ARE YOU READY?" He asked them, receiving a loud "SIR, YES SIR!" as an answer from his soldiers. "I shall see you in a few hours; I still have to have your armors unpacked among other things." He finished, looking over at Mendez and the SPARTANS before walking out of the room, leaving Chief Mendez to deal with the schedules.
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1900 HOURS, JANUARY 8, 2537 (MILITARY CALENDAR) \ ABOARD UNSC HOPEFUL, IN SLIPSPACE \ TRAINING SECTION
"Come on, you will have to do better than that if you want to beat me" Said Emile, while he blocked the continuous barrage of strikes coming from another trainee, Kai A019. The two teenagers were currently locked in a sparring match against each other, the rest of the trainees were either focused on exercising on another part of the room or were spectating the match. "Come on Emile, just finish him!" One of them said, getting impatient with how slow the encounter was going, ever since their augmentations, the SPARTANS had been put through what could be called an alternate reality where everything was slower than normal due to their high reaction rates given by the drugs.
Kai tried without results to break the defense of Emile, being stopped every time by a counter strike from the other teenager. "Keep trying." Emile taunted, laughing at the futile attempts from his opponent to get at him. Kai, frustrated by his lack of success in the match so far, began to strike faster, trying to find a hole in his opponent's defense, managing to land a punch to the jaw of Emile only receive an uppercut in retribution. Falling to the mat below them, he held his jaw in pain as the other teen raised his arms in victory. "I told ya' I'd win." Emile said, offering one hand to the downed SPARTAN, whom gladly took it. "Well, it was worth a try." He replied, still holding his jaw with one of his hands. Emile just laughed, shaking his head. "Ah don' be such a wuss, I didn't hit yo so hard." He commented, patting Kai on the back before walking off to where the barbells and dumbbells were located.
"He can be annoyin', eh?" Jun said from his resting place against the wall; he wasn't really the type to go into physical combat, no, he'd rather shoot his enemy's head clean off of his shoulders from a mile away with his trusty SRS99 AM. Kai simply nodded, looking at Jun in a 'you're stating the obvious' kind of way. "Yeah, he often puts himself in a high pedestal when it comes to close combat records." He grunted in annoyance as he was added to the already impressive list of victories of the CQC specialist. "Yeah, well he has a good victory record." Jun finalized, shrugging off the conversation as he walked out of the training section to head towards the armory where he could peacefully assemble his weapon. Kai just shook his head and headed to where the treadmills resided, intent on getting his focus on something else.