Right everyone, now its time to get underway,
Now a huge word of thanks to the following for reviewing and contributing characters to the story: Black Hole Army Commander, Kitai Matsuru, Moonyasha, Devil Dog and Mike 9. Now to answer a few of your queries.
Firstly, BHAC, yes your character can be a bad guy, and it's nice to see that someone actually cares enough about the quality of the bad guys in these things.
Kitai Matsuru, just so that you're aware, the brackets were for me to clarify roughly what I was after or to pass on major pieces of advice, you didn't need to stick them in the review that sent me your characters details, but thank you anyway, and plus, your the first person to ask for an organoid so of course you can have one, and finally Kitai, no your back story isn't too long by any stretch, I mean I'm writing an entire fic to cover that of my character (perhaps some of you guys could try reading it, it isn't all that bad).
Moonyasha, I don't think I'll need to change anything, although, if I do, I'll certainly get into contact.
Devil Dog, thanks for the confidence boost, I'm afraid that your character does curse ever so slightly by my book, although I'll agree he doesn't use the various curse words. Finally, I may need to add a couple of somethings to flesh out your character's personality just a little, hope this is okay with you. Also, I'd better just warn you now, that nice Command Wolf of yours may not see as much action as some of the other zoids, mostly because much of the resistance is likely to be in the air or the sea before we reach the islands of the enemy themselves, however, as a climber model, your CW will see some action, given as it can fight at range on top of a transport while they are in flight.
Finally, Mike 9, your character should fit in okay as the unit QM (If you are unsure what a QM is, and what one does, read on), hope you are fine with that.
Chapter 1: The dawn of new hope.
Brevet Captain Garth Meyer entered the conference room, walking to the seat at the head of the central table where he would begin forming his unit, the Guylos-Helic Alliance assault unit that history would later refer to as the Fangs of Freedom, who would bite into the enemy, whichever form it took and not release until it held but a lifeless husk between its mighty jaws, but for now they would be known only as Omicron company, part of the mighty army of zoid pilots that the Guylos Empire and the Helic Republic had thrown together to meet this latest threat to the safety of their people. Around him as he headed to his seat stood/sat a number of prospective candidates for membership in his company, most of them young, although a handful of older, more experienced pilots, some of them the hardened veterans of previous wars, were scattered about the room. The one thing that united all of the zoid pilots before him was their level of skill, which was above average for zoid warriors in general.
"Okay," Garth began, "you are all here as prospective recruits for the new Omicron company, as such, I will be your commander while you are with the company. It gives me great pleasure to announce that the following zoid pilots have all made the company already: Ari Dayton, Riley Hikada, Brady Cryer and Harry Champ. These zoid warriors are the pilots with the biggest reputations for zoid battling, the remainder of the unit positions will be filled by means of training simulations, some of which will tax you, as they have taxed me, to your very limits in the areas of skill, tactics, strategy and innovation. I wish all of you good luck, but only some of you will make the unit. The final composition of the unit will be decided in about two weeks time. If warriors Dayton, Hikada and Cryer could follow me please, I'd like a word with them in private, the rest of you are dismissed, assemble here at Oh-Seven Hundred hours tomorrow morning, until then, you are free to do anything that isn't forbidden by base regulations."
And with that, he turned and walked out, leading the warriors that he had mentioned directly to his office, and closed the door behind them.
"Right, the reason that I've brought the three of you here is because, pending the approval of Alliance High Command, I'm promoting the three of you to Lieutenants, you will serve as subordinates only to myself and in my absence, Frontier Command, and will be taking on responsibilities of your own. Do you three have any questions?"
"Yes sir," began Brady, "what responsibilities will we be taking on?"
"Aha, I thought that you'd be the first to ask that, Brady," replied Garth, "your duties are as follows, one of you will be my Executive Officer, basically the company second in command, and will be required to assist with a large part of the unit paperwork, as well as helping me to monitor unit training and morale. The rest of you will be regular secondary field commanders, and will be assigned your own squads. You will be responsible for the morale, discipline and security of the unit, as well as our reconnaissance and combat readiness. Also, at this stage in the proceedings, all of you will be involved in overviewing the construction of the unit, as well as helping me find both a quartermaster and technicians for the company. Any more questions?" there was a long silence, they had not thought that far ahead, finally, Garth continued, "One last thing before the three of you go, although my door is always open to the three of you, I'd really appreciate it if you made certain I got at least some sleep, rather than having to come running for your problems all night every night."
The next morning, the prospective candidates to join the company had assembled in the briefing room where they had received a cursory you're here-now live with it speech the previous day. The newly formed officer cadre stood before them, Brevet Captain Meyer at the centre with his freshly promoted lieutenants on either side of him.
"Atten-hut" roared Garth, watching as slowly, some of his men stood to attention in something that resembled the proper military fashion as closely as shark resembled a goldfish. Slowly the buzz of conversation stopped and Garth was able to begin, or at least Garth was able to order lieutenant Dayton to quiet her organoid, Ty, who had chosen that moment to start hissing at the troops assembled, perhaps warning them not to mess with the Lieutenant. Then, he began, "this morning, we begin the simulator based training program that will sort out the true members of this elite unit from the wannabe's. All warriors in the admissions groups for both this unit and also the new trainee unit Theta company will be participating, that includes myself and the Lieutenants, not to mention Harry Champ. In fact, our unit will be facing off against Theta Company in this afternoon's simulation, so make certain you still have energy reserves after this morning's exercises."
This announcement was met with mixed feelings as some of the rank and file zoid warriors were cheered by the fact that even those of their number who were picked for the unit immediately would still be going through the combat simulations with them, others were muttering with apprehension at the sheer amount of energy that would be required of them for working two simulator sessions in a single day, and still others were looking forward to the company face off simulation planned for that afternoon, having met various hopefuls of the Theta company and wanting to see which of these were zoid warriors to respect and which, to put it simply, weren't.
"Right," Captain Meyer continued from where he had left off, "we will split into four groups, each commanded by myself or one of the Lieutenants. Each group here will face off against another group in the simulation, their mission, to capture the enemy flag while defending their own. Unit will be split into four squads so line up please.
Okay everyone, that's got everything started but I still need more zoid pilots- preferably with aerial or aquatic zoids, although if necessary I can shunt other zoids to some of the secondary companies.
Unfortunately, I have too well planned a story to surrender it to the democracy of a vote just at this instant, although I shall try to offer y'all something along those lines sometime soon.
Now a huge word of thanks to the following for reviewing and contributing characters to the story: Black Hole Army Commander, Kitai Matsuru, Moonyasha, Devil Dog and Mike 9. Now to answer a few of your queries.
Firstly, BHAC, yes your character can be a bad guy, and it's nice to see that someone actually cares enough about the quality of the bad guys in these things.
Kitai Matsuru, just so that you're aware, the brackets were for me to clarify roughly what I was after or to pass on major pieces of advice, you didn't need to stick them in the review that sent me your characters details, but thank you anyway, and plus, your the first person to ask for an organoid so of course you can have one, and finally Kitai, no your back story isn't too long by any stretch, I mean I'm writing an entire fic to cover that of my character (perhaps some of you guys could try reading it, it isn't all that bad).
Moonyasha, I don't think I'll need to change anything, although, if I do, I'll certainly get into contact.
Devil Dog, thanks for the confidence boost, I'm afraid that your character does curse ever so slightly by my book, although I'll agree he doesn't use the various curse words. Finally, I may need to add a couple of somethings to flesh out your character's personality just a little, hope this is okay with you. Also, I'd better just warn you now, that nice Command Wolf of yours may not see as much action as some of the other zoids, mostly because much of the resistance is likely to be in the air or the sea before we reach the islands of the enemy themselves, however, as a climber model, your CW will see some action, given as it can fight at range on top of a transport while they are in flight.
Finally, Mike 9, your character should fit in okay as the unit QM (If you are unsure what a QM is, and what one does, read on), hope you are fine with that.
Chapter 1: The dawn of new hope.
Brevet Captain Garth Meyer entered the conference room, walking to the seat at the head of the central table where he would begin forming his unit, the Guylos-Helic Alliance assault unit that history would later refer to as the Fangs of Freedom, who would bite into the enemy, whichever form it took and not release until it held but a lifeless husk between its mighty jaws, but for now they would be known only as Omicron company, part of the mighty army of zoid pilots that the Guylos Empire and the Helic Republic had thrown together to meet this latest threat to the safety of their people. Around him as he headed to his seat stood/sat a number of prospective candidates for membership in his company, most of them young, although a handful of older, more experienced pilots, some of them the hardened veterans of previous wars, were scattered about the room. The one thing that united all of the zoid pilots before him was their level of skill, which was above average for zoid warriors in general.
"Okay," Garth began, "you are all here as prospective recruits for the new Omicron company, as such, I will be your commander while you are with the company. It gives me great pleasure to announce that the following zoid pilots have all made the company already: Ari Dayton, Riley Hikada, Brady Cryer and Harry Champ. These zoid warriors are the pilots with the biggest reputations for zoid battling, the remainder of the unit positions will be filled by means of training simulations, some of which will tax you, as they have taxed me, to your very limits in the areas of skill, tactics, strategy and innovation. I wish all of you good luck, but only some of you will make the unit. The final composition of the unit will be decided in about two weeks time. If warriors Dayton, Hikada and Cryer could follow me please, I'd like a word with them in private, the rest of you are dismissed, assemble here at Oh-Seven Hundred hours tomorrow morning, until then, you are free to do anything that isn't forbidden by base regulations."
And with that, he turned and walked out, leading the warriors that he had mentioned directly to his office, and closed the door behind them.
"Right, the reason that I've brought the three of you here is because, pending the approval of Alliance High Command, I'm promoting the three of you to Lieutenants, you will serve as subordinates only to myself and in my absence, Frontier Command, and will be taking on responsibilities of your own. Do you three have any questions?"
"Yes sir," began Brady, "what responsibilities will we be taking on?"
"Aha, I thought that you'd be the first to ask that, Brady," replied Garth, "your duties are as follows, one of you will be my Executive Officer, basically the company second in command, and will be required to assist with a large part of the unit paperwork, as well as helping me to monitor unit training and morale. The rest of you will be regular secondary field commanders, and will be assigned your own squads. You will be responsible for the morale, discipline and security of the unit, as well as our reconnaissance and combat readiness. Also, at this stage in the proceedings, all of you will be involved in overviewing the construction of the unit, as well as helping me find both a quartermaster and technicians for the company. Any more questions?" there was a long silence, they had not thought that far ahead, finally, Garth continued, "One last thing before the three of you go, although my door is always open to the three of you, I'd really appreciate it if you made certain I got at least some sleep, rather than having to come running for your problems all night every night."
The next morning, the prospective candidates to join the company had assembled in the briefing room where they had received a cursory you're here-now live with it speech the previous day. The newly formed officer cadre stood before them, Brevet Captain Meyer at the centre with his freshly promoted lieutenants on either side of him.
"Atten-hut" roared Garth, watching as slowly, some of his men stood to attention in something that resembled the proper military fashion as closely as shark resembled a goldfish. Slowly the buzz of conversation stopped and Garth was able to begin, or at least Garth was able to order lieutenant Dayton to quiet her organoid, Ty, who had chosen that moment to start hissing at the troops assembled, perhaps warning them not to mess with the Lieutenant. Then, he began, "this morning, we begin the simulator based training program that will sort out the true members of this elite unit from the wannabe's. All warriors in the admissions groups for both this unit and also the new trainee unit Theta company will be participating, that includes myself and the Lieutenants, not to mention Harry Champ. In fact, our unit will be facing off against Theta Company in this afternoon's simulation, so make certain you still have energy reserves after this morning's exercises."
This announcement was met with mixed feelings as some of the rank and file zoid warriors were cheered by the fact that even those of their number who were picked for the unit immediately would still be going through the combat simulations with them, others were muttering with apprehension at the sheer amount of energy that would be required of them for working two simulator sessions in a single day, and still others were looking forward to the company face off simulation planned for that afternoon, having met various hopefuls of the Theta company and wanting to see which of these were zoid warriors to respect and which, to put it simply, weren't.
"Right," Captain Meyer continued from where he had left off, "we will split into four groups, each commanded by myself or one of the Lieutenants. Each group here will face off against another group in the simulation, their mission, to capture the enemy flag while defending their own. Unit will be split into four squads so line up please.
Okay everyone, that's got everything started but I still need more zoid pilots- preferably with aerial or aquatic zoids, although if necessary I can shunt other zoids to some of the secondary companies.
Unfortunately, I have too well planned a story to surrender it to the democracy of a vote just at this instant, although I shall try to offer y'all something along those lines sometime soon.