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Edited by Kell in a Cell:
7/1/2016 7:00:22 PM
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"SONNUVABITCH!"
I rocketed upright, clutching my left arm in pain. It felt as if a knife was cutting into my arm, and then the cut was immediately being doused in alcohol and stitched up.
No, that wasn't right, I got sliced yesterday, and then Crossbow had stitched me up.
As the pain faded, I noticed that I was wearing a flak armor vest, though it was missing the right shoulder pad and was stained with very old blood on that side. There also seemed to be a matching helmet and lasrifle to my left and right, respectively.
Then I remembered Blackburn giving me the armor and weapon, and the two of us ambushing a bunch of cultists.
But... how did that make sense? The two events seemed to start and end in the same place, but were wildly different. There's no way they could have happened at the same time.
... Right.
"Fück the Warp." I sighed, grabbing my wargear and hoodie before heading for the door.
The bartender didn't bat an eye at the cut or the armor, which made things marginally simpler, as it meant I didn't need to explain... whatever the hell this was.
The innkeeper didn't give any sort of greeting, simply sliding over a bowl of oatmeal and a water. After giving a small nod of thanks, I dug into my breakfast as I tried to reconcile conflicting memories. I had some idea of what might have happened, but there was no way to be sure.
[spoiler]Closed. Also, the Warp did it.[/spoiler]
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The marine nodded for him to begin and simply watched.
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At that, I began. It was frustrating, at least. I focused on getting it done right, and while my accuracy thanked me for it, my speed payed. Soon enough, I was finished. At worst, my shots had been grazes, and I know I had hit every target, but needn't look at any scoreboard to see that my time did not stack up well. With a scowl, I turned to my CO. "Permission to go again, sir."
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"Go ahead, it looks like you already know what went wrong, if you can self correct I'm not going to get onto you. Remember slow is smooth, smooth is fast."
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With a curt nod, I headed back to the beginning of the course. Taking a minute to review the motions in my head - and, more importantly, the methodology - I began. Soon enough, I was done. Slightly more out of breath, I was nonetheless still not satisfied. I had done better, no doubt, but it wasn't good enough. Not by a long shot. So I did it again. And again. And again. When Blackburn came back again, I had gathered somewhat of a crowd. Whether they were laughing at me or genuinely interested, I didn't know, nor did I care. I turned to the corporal, sweat pouring down my face and my breath coming in deep gasps. "Sir," I got out between breaths. Damn, if the carapace armor wasn't heavy after a while.
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"Take five private, you kill yourself I'll have you shot for desertion. If someone could master this course in a single day, we'd be out here till you got it down. But it's only the first day, and you've made a lot of improvement. Let's keep that pace and you'll be more than just fine."
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"Thanks," I got out, heading to one of the benches and taking my helmet off. Nodding to the Guardsman that handed me a water bottle, I guzzled it down greedily, finishing it in seconds before sitting back, focusing on regaining my breath.
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"Only gonna have you run it one more time before you clean your weapons and armor for the day."
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I took a deep breath, nodding, before getting up. Walking over to the start point, I checked my ammo counter on my deece and the rounds in my 1911. Replacing both with fresh mags, I readied myself, awaiting the start signal once more.
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The signal was given and you see that yo are the last person to use the course.
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"Let's do this," I mumbled, moving quickly. I was still focusing on doing it right, but the payout and drawbacks were much better now. It also helped that I switched to my sidearm to finish a few rooms when my deece ran dry. Soon enough, I was at the end, all targets having been eliminated. A quick check of the results board showed that my time and accuracy were both far better than earlier, but still only mediocre at best. It would have to do, unfortunately.
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"Good enough for today, get that kit cleaned and weapons polished, then get some chow."
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"Yes sir," I said, heading for the armory. Needed to refill my ammo and get a knife, as well. Those tasks done, I made my way to the cafeteria - after asking for a few directions on the way - got my food, and sat down at a free table to eat.
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Warm food does the body good and you start to feel tired.
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Once I finished my meal, I headed for my quarters, dropping off my equipment and grabbing a set of sleepwear and a towel. After a quick shower and change, I fell into bed, exhausted from the day's training. Through the fuzz, I dimly noted this was only the beginning, before falling asleep. [spoiler]Quick question, do I get separate quarters, or do I sleep with everyone else?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]eh, theoretically it's like four to a room but we're understaffed at the moment to only unlucky people have more than one person in a room.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]I see. Wanna continue this instance here?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]eh, I don't know where to go, the patrol?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Yeah. Probably start with you kicking me awake. Exhausted civvy, and all.[/spoiler]
