Post by Sadbot on Jan 8, 2020 20:01:49 GMT
More and more the organizational structure of CORPSE was being tested. Everyone understood why, the lack of staffing in several areas was hitting each Sector in its own way. The Sector 2 combat trainer had, for instance, been deployed in Moscow to organize a defense against The Legion. It was amazing how such a bloody conflict could be so easily hidden.
Still, this did not sit well with Vulture. When he was approached by that little gremlin Grace and ordered to train a new recruit… Well, the wall he was standing next to got a brand new doorway. Despite his misgivings and slight outburst, he had conceded that this was necessary. 50 Years ago, Vulture would have scoffed at the idea of training a scientist in basic combat skills. Of course things were much simpler back then. Mordau wasn’t such a pushover.
Vulture held his hands behind his back, glancing over at the doorway to the makeshift training room. Unlike with his typical recruits, who were expected to have some grasp on combat, he had no real confidence that a Sector 2 Scientist would be as skilled. As such he would not require the fortified training area they used in Sector 3. There would be no real blood shed.
“You may enter” Vulture stated in an Austrian accent. His long black hair had been tied into a ponytail, revealing a large eyepatch which covered his left eye. “State your name and any prior combat experience or training that you’ve had”. His stern features did not betray even a hint of sympathy or mercy. This training, regardless of how much he held back, would still remain intensive and difficult. Vulture did not compromise when training. Going easy on your recruit simply meant they would be less prepared when the time came.
Julia Coldwater
Still, this did not sit well with Vulture. When he was approached by that little gremlin Grace and ordered to train a new recruit… Well, the wall he was standing next to got a brand new doorway. Despite his misgivings and slight outburst, he had conceded that this was necessary. 50 Years ago, Vulture would have scoffed at the idea of training a scientist in basic combat skills. Of course things were much simpler back then. Mordau wasn’t such a pushover.
Vulture held his hands behind his back, glancing over at the doorway to the makeshift training room. Unlike with his typical recruits, who were expected to have some grasp on combat, he had no real confidence that a Sector 2 Scientist would be as skilled. As such he would not require the fortified training area they used in Sector 3. There would be no real blood shed.
“You may enter” Vulture stated in an Austrian accent. His long black hair had been tied into a ponytail, revealing a large eyepatch which covered his left eye. “State your name and any prior combat experience or training that you’ve had”. His stern features did not betray even a hint of sympathy or mercy. This training, regardless of how much he held back, would still remain intensive and difficult. Vulture did not compromise when training. Going easy on your recruit simply meant they would be less prepared when the time came.
Julia Coldwater
