a/n: A short sequel to "NORTH WINTER HIGH SCHOOL: THE WALL (MILITARY) ACADEMY". Set in the same world and takes place a year after the previous fic.
The Ages are listed as the following:
Robb - 20
Sansa - 18
Arya - 17
Bran - 15
Rickon - 12
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Jon - 19
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Gendry - 19
Ygritte - 20
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Fic: Summary: It has been nearly a year since Arya got her new partner and starting her official training as a Crow, and now its the year that Bran is to run the APA course at Winterfell Stadium.
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The Wall Academy:
Elite Military Training Depot
(Interlude)
Chapter 1:—
"I'm comin' for you, Stark!" Lieutenant Karl Tanner called to her, his finger pressing on the trigger of the automatic weapon, already moving away from his recent takedown.
The multiple report blended together, and Arya dived for cover behind a plywood divider. The thin wood shuddered with the multiple impact, the bullets' tips exploding and leaving blood-red marks on the wood, some bit pieces off the thick board, and others nearly made it to the other side.
Tanner was young, maybe only about 26-years-old. And though he could be considered handsome with his fair complexion, brown does eyes and dark hair, and thin lips—he could be as ruthless as Drill Sergeant Alliser Thorne at times, and sometimes even more so. Thorne tended to use his superior height and girth, stink-eye, harsh words and loud tone to intimidate as well as train his recruits. Karl Tanner did have the height, but he was lean and muscled in body, he used his voice, but unlike Thorne, he wouldn't scream into you face so close that you could see the hair up his nostrils, no—Tanner would come behind you, lean down and reprimand you in a whispered, cold tone that made the little hairs on the back of your neck stand up. He wasn't afraid to get physical either; to teach her or Gendry the lesson, to prove his point at any mistake they made, to reprimand them.
They had been doing this for a year now, and Arya had never been able to get rid of that lick of fear that always went up her spine in Tanner's presence. He had already taken out Gendry, putting the older teen out with a snare before bombarding him with the sim-bullets until he hang by his ankle groaning. Arya winced in sympathy, but there was nothing she could have done for him then and used the distraction to escape from Tanner's next sights.
She had evaded him in Craster's Keep for a bit, but not for long. He found her again, and now had her trapped with nothing by plywood for cover. It would only be a minute or two before his shadow fell over her
Tanner was from the south. A district nicknamed Gin Alley in the town Flea Bottom because of its poor status, condition, and the types of people that filled its streets. That should explain all the needed explaining, except that it didn't. Gendry was the from that same poor town and the two had grown into completely different men. She couldn't explain it. All she could suppose was that they could grow up in the same town, but have two radically different childhoods. Gendry was raised by his drug addicted mother until he was three and she overdosed, then he was put in the system. A boys home until he was fifteen, ranked in the top ten at the King's Landing Stadium and joined the Wall. Tanner had both parents, but they couldn't have given more than a rat's ass for him. He ran away at ten, and lived on the streets until he was fourteen, preferring that to a boy's home—or more juvie because he had resorted to stealing and such to survive—until he was caught, processed, shoved into a boys home, forced to take King's Landing's APA course when the time came around after he turned fifteen. He scored in the top five, and decided to take his chances here at the Wall. It seemed he made the right decision concerning this.
He was top of his unit. He began his Crow training at 18 like Gendry, completed his training at 21, was promoted to sergeant and worked as a mobile unit for 2-years, promoted again to lieutenant and now trained Crow recruits himself. His young age nor birthplace didn't diminish from the fact that he was one of the best Crow trainers at the Wall.
He took no mercy on her because she was a girl, and while she appreciated the thought, she didn't want to be peppered by sim-bullets from an automatic at close range. She knew that was what he was going to do, because that was what he always did. If all this was real, no mercy would be taken on her by the enemy, so Tanner showed them no mercy either.
She took a few deep breaths, and looked around. In front of her was open and Tanner would get her quick. Behind her was Tanner ever closing, her ears strained for any sound of him but heard nothing—he was quiet like a ghost, like his booted feet never even touched the ground.
She didn't have any weapons on her, didn't even have any field equipment either. All she had on was a pair of drill fatigues and the combat boots on her feet. Kill Or Be Killed, that was Tanner's motto. Do Them In Before They Do You, she supposed he must have learned that on the streets or something, and she guessed that they were some good points to keep in mind while in battle, but she had grown in an entirely different environment and maybe she would never truly understand what Tanner meant until she killed someone herself— like she knew he had.
To her right there was no cover. The section of plywood that she was taking cover behind was about as high as she was tall, and to her left was an old, beaten section of stone wall, that intersected at another piece at a 90 ° angle, running parallel to her as she had her back to the plywood. It was about a quarter shorter than the wall in Hell's Lane. The stone had gaps in it, making for natural foot- and hand-holds. If she could climb it fast enough, Tanner wouldn't spot her until it was too late and she could escape from him down the other side. He would either have to run all the back around, or climb after her, but either of those would give her just enough time to climb back down and escape from view once again.
If she could escape from him without being detected for 15 consecutive minutes, then the drill would be over and she wouldn't have new bruises to add to the still yellowing old ones from previous sim-bullet hits.
She crawled to the wall, and out of sight by the taller section of wall and started to climb. She found the holds easily and progressed upward rather quick. She climbed trees, and now walls all the time in Hell's Lane, and she was not afraid of heights.
She slung her leg over the top edge, and glanced back down the way she had come. She hadn't heard him, but he was there, positioned about twenty-paces from the wall, the automatic upright in the firing position. She had only time to widen her eyes and attempt to escape down the other side as his finger pulled the trigger.
Sim-bullets sprayed across her back, shoving her forward. From the wall, the fall was quick. Arms out to brace herself, trying to protect her head, she landed with a thud, loud snap and chocked on cry.
Colour flashed behind her eyelids. Pain shot up and down her right arm like lightning, her knee locked harshly. Breathing through her clenched teeth she rolled onto her back with a grunt and cradled her limp and searing arm against her chest. Her knee throbbed hotly. Groaning, she took a deep breath and made herself sit up and leaned against the stone wall for support. Even through the sleeve of her fatigues it looked misshapen. It wasn't the first time that she had broken something in her body, but that didn't mean it hurt any less. It was a surprise every time. She was confused by the blood, the pain radiating all through her right arm.
She grimaced as she looked at it, her brows knitted in the center. It could have been worse, the fall could have broken her neck instead of her arm. Tanner had known that and shot her down anyways.
A shuddered went through her as she heard his steps, and she looked up from her arm as Tanner stopped a pace in front of her. His brown eyes looked almost like black sockets in the shadow, like a demon. He said nothing as he looked at her for a long moment where all she could hear was the thump of her heart in her chest, the blood rushing in her ears.
The automatic was slung across his back by the strap, and he bent down to her. She filched a little and grasped her left bicep. She knew he saw her reaction. She grunted as he pulled her suddenly to her feet, jarring her injuring, her injured knee nearly giving beneath her weight. He briefly glanced at her bloody arms as he released her.
"Nice initiative, Stark." That was one of the nicest things he had probably ever said to her in the brief year that he had been her ranking officer. "Get to medical and have that checked out." And then he turned his back on her and went back in the same direction of where he had left Gendry hanging, probably to cut him loose or teach him another lesson.
Tight lipped, she made her way east to medical, each step jarring her injured arm, her knee hardly able to take her weight. She might as well be hopping one-legged instead for all it was doing her. She was just glad that she was already in the New Gift, other wise it would have taken twice as long to get to the medical building. She hoped that the break wouldn't be too bad, but blood was never a good sign.
-tbc-
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I hope this first chapter had caught your interest. Got some background on Karl Tanner, and Gendry Waters. Keep watch for more chapters!
The Key:
The Wall = Thousands of years ago it was a defence against the White Walkers, an invading and savage race, but has long turned into the top military recruitment training depot and base in Westeros. It takes on the top students who run the APA course, and trains the recruits for four-years before they become official officers of the Night's Watch.
The Military has complete control over itself, not the President of the Seven Kingdoms.
~ While the Wall is independent from Westeros, they need the President to implement these such actions on the Country. Such as: the APA course etc.
~It's rival is the Military outlet across the Narrow Sea that train soldiers called the Unsullied.
~Has recently allowed females to join, as briefly ago as two-years. And just last year for the first time allowed a Wildling young woman to join as well.
Craster's Keep = Is a small, laid out village that was built in the New Gift to do gun drills, such as infantry. Built in with board targets and soft targets, cameras, and a platform built above the roofless course for the instructor to watch the exercise.
Flea Bottom = A small town in King's Landing. This town is at the very bottom of the food chain. It's status is poor, it's condition rundown. This is where criminals, drug dealers/addicts and the poor reside; on all accounts a rough township with little government and police attention.
~This is where Gendry Waters is from.
~Gin Valley district/neighbourhood in Flea Bottom where Karl Tanner is from.
Stark Notes:
~Arya is the first female to ever become a corporal at the Wall, and is the first to become of rank with just a year of training as a recruit.
~Karl Tanner is Arya and Gendry's Crow trainer. He is a harsh instructor that makes sure that the lessons he teaches are learned.
~Alliser Thorne trains all the third-year cadets, which contains the two 3rd-year barracks which at full capacity holds 80 cadets at any one time.
~Arya was always climbing trees as a kid, both to prove how better she could at it than Robb, for fun, and to annoy her mother. She fallen once or twice, and broken an arm once before.
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