Juliet Alpha Romeo Mike Sierra - Training Facility Oscar Two Five

[Jarms48]

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Corporal Dunn
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Issac Clarke
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#1

http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2323/2079375475_44d2907d67_o.jpg

Notes:
- Lights out: Hanger Bay 205 is completely sealed during training exercises, windows are blackened and devices of illumination are left off. Encompassing the area in completely darkness.

#2



http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/kakashi282/Lets%20Play/wmplayer2010-07-0704-51-51-16.jpg

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/kakashi282/Lets%20Play/wmplayer2010-07-0704-56-41-28.jpg

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http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20091112021937/deadspace/images/1/1c/-2053773140.jpg

http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20091112022214/deadspace/images/2/2d/-2053712687.jpg

Notes:
- Zero G: When centrifuge is deactivated, the room and its contents are plunged within zero gravity.

Hot arena (when unlocked): When centrifuge is activated it will wind around the lower catwalk at lethal speeds, the inner circle of the lower arena will be opened to the depths of space and as such, the rooms oxygen has been vented to prevent a vacuum.

(Will get a video)

[Jarms48]

Dunn verses Radec 1#

"What the hell did command mean by advanced course?" Came the muttered words from the dry lips of corporal Dunn as he walked into bay 205 through the doors designed for worker personnel. The re-purposed aircraft hanger was as black as night, the only light shining through the threshold behind him, he closed the door, plunging himself in darkness.

[DoughGuy]

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Metals soles clicked on the concrete floor as a bulky shape emerged from the shadows. Gloved hands racked the slide on a shotgun eliciting a loud ‘chick’. Glowing red orbs lit up, a helmeted face slowly resolving itself around them. “Today you learn how a true soldier fights. It is too bad you won’t live to put those lessons to use.” Radec stopped a few metres from Dunn and saluted, “To the glory of Visari.”

[Jarms48]

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"Ramirez is that you? What the hell are you talking about man? It's as dark as shit in here, wait, wait, let me put down the goggles." Dunn replied, he sounded confused, his right hand was shaking as his digits ran across the edges of his low light visual equipment.

"Man why the hell are your eyes glowing, new NVGs?" The corporal continued, pulling his goggles over his eyes and flicking the toggle. They flashed twice sending the room into a green tint, his eyes going wide and he doubled back as he saw the figure before him. "Who the fuck are you?"

[DoughGuy]

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“I am your instructor.” Radec replied in answer to the man’s confusion, “Colonel Radec of the Helghan military.” He raised his shotgun and pointed it straight at the man’s chest, “Let us see if you can challenge me in return. Reflexes.” Pumping the secondary trigger Radec fired 2 shells at Dunn simultaneously, hopping back as he did.

[Jarms48]

3

"Shit. Sir!" Dunn was about to bring himself to attention as the man mentioned his rank, pausing only as he heard of the mans origins.

"I'm not familiar with that province,...... sir?" He questioned watching the man raise his weapon, did he know they were using live rounds?

"What? What!?" Dunn exclaimed, the sound of weapon discharge ringing his ears, the force throwing him off his feet and made him gasp for air. It felt like a horse kick, his kevlar torn, buckshot embedded across his vest, the rounds thankfully unable to penetrate the plate. He skidded across the floor, grunting and moaning as he came to a stop.

"What... the... fuck... man... ?" He managed to utter, dragging himself to his feet and flicking off his weapons safety. Pressing his thermal sight against his eye, watching the flare of heat metres ahead of him, Dunn rolled to the side and let his finger impact against the trigger.

[DoughGuy]

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“Are the ISA so pigs so ignorant they don’t know their enemy now?” Radec replied sprinting to his left as the SCAR’s fire sprayed into darkness, “Too slow, too noisy.” He quickly holstered his shotgun and pulled out his boltgun. He aimed it at Dunn, locating the man by the muzzle flash of his gun. He fired one of the explosive bolts at Dunn, hitting the ground just in front of Dunn’s feet.

[Jarms48]

4

Dunn looked low, a steady blink followed by a building wind, that wasn't good. He lowered his rifle, clutched his chest, another rasped breath leaving bruised lungs. He dove to the left, his torso screaming at him as he slid across the cement, he was going to feel that tomorrow. Dunn, pressed against the ground, once again standing as a detonation consumed the spot in which he once stood. He thought nothing of it, getting a bead on his target, he indented the trigger and let his rifle bark until it ran dry.

[DoughGuy]

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Radec sprinted to his left again, feeling a few shots impact on his body armour but bounce off, leaving naught but bruises. “Better.” Radec said giving no indication he had been hit. As soon as he heard Dunn’s rifle clack dry he angled his sprint towards the corporal. “Time to test your CQC skills.” Reaching him Radec drew his combat knife and held it in a reverse grip, throwing a punch at Dunn’s head.

[Jarms48]

5

Dunn hadn't said a word, he merely stepped to the side, his hand slamming the ejector and letting his spent mag clutter to the floor, he continued to backpedal as he slapped a fresh magazine home, in the darkness without the constant sprouting light of a mussel flash he had the advantage. Dexterous fingers moving to the weapons cocking handle, pulling it back and allowing a round to enter the camber. The corporal readied his weapon and once again let loose.

[DoughGuy]

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“Good tactic but you are breaking the training.” Radec said. As Dunn pointed his SCAR at Radec he activated his jet pack and shot up, dodging the burst of fire. Firing a burst of his thrusters Radec closed the distance Dunn had backpedalled and slammed back to earth to the man’s right. Radec swung his knife upwards aiming the tip at Dunn’s armpit. “Now. Onto your CQC.”

[Jarms48]

6

Dunn barreled to the left, his chest continuing to cringe with every movement, he bit his lip, dismissing the pain that continued to shoot threw him. His roll ended with with him sitting upon crouched knees and he slowly rose to a stand, rifle training back on his target, a wounded man would be a fool to engage in a sprawling melee. He would keep his distance, dodge the mans knife blows for as long as he could. He continued to walk backwards, weapon firing in protest.

[DoughGuy]

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“Very well, we will put that training on hold then.” Radec replied, shooting upwards and to the right this time as he dodged Dunn’s continuous fire. “But instead we will have to continue your evasion practice.” Radec drew his pistol with his free hand and fired at Dunn’s chest. The distance would rob the pellets of some power but they would still hurt. He fired his thrusters again and shot over his foe’s head.

[Jarms48]

7

"What the fuck are you on about man?" Dunn queried, watching the man, withdraw and raise his weapon, through the green tint of his NVGs. He dove to the floor, beginning to crawl to the right, a round flying over his head, his SCAR flew from his hands, cluttering across the floor. His right hand falling to his pistols holster, fingers grasping at the grip of his Desert Eagle. He rolled over, onto his back and began to kick, inching himself away, lining up his sights. His index finger tapping and double tapping at the trigger.

[DoughGuy]

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Radec dropped to the floor, the first shot missing him but the second 2 slammed into his back eliciting a grunt of pain. He could feel a trickle of blood run down his back where the bullet had pierced the armour. Turning around he pulled his shotgun out one final time. “I’m afraid that’s all the time we have for training. Goodbye Corporal.” Radec said, his voice monotone as he unloaded the clip at Dunn.