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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Frigid_Jackal_:
2/1/2018 11:45:56 PM
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"Pulling strings, arranged meetings."
Dojoville. 1200
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Minx let out a sigh, closing the door behind her to her room. The barracks weren't the best, but at least she had her own space. Luckily she could furnish it as well, and with the paychecks she got for her service, she managed to get some electronics, own food, a much better bed, and more. It wasn't Valhalla, the deck dedicated to Valkyrie, aboard the R.F.S Mjolnir, but it was nice either way.
Flopping backwards onto the bed, she closed her eyes for a bit. Amanda was so flustered for some reason, something must be wrong. Aside from the run in with the rogue faction now on the planet, nothing else seemed off. Unless there was new orders coming from the shady government back home. ONSC was weird, and Minx didn't trust them.
Groaning then, she rubbed her temples, trying to figure out what was happening. It could be anything, but if it was, it would be announced soon.
At least though, she got someone new to join the ranks of Rubicon, and she managed to convince Captain Zecht to let her bring him in.
Now it was just a phone call, as she reached into her pocket, and scrolled through the countless number of people on her phone. Most of them all the other Valkyrie in her company. Then, she selected his name, and with another push of a button, she was typing rapidly, sending coordinates and a scan key to get inside the Rubicon embassy.
[spoiler]JT[/spoiler]
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[i]Adrien felt his phone buzzing against his thigh, and reached into his jeans. He read the name "Minx" on the screen as it illuminated, and found himself smiling like an idiot. Hopefully she came through with the job, and when he saw the contents of her message, he was filled with relief. He put the phone into his pocket and left the dingy apartment he lived in, heading down a flight of stairs and past the local junkies to a lockup. He found a blue-framed bicycle and undid the chain lock, before he found himself rolling down the sleeves of his blue hoodie and speeding off down the sidewalk. It took him all day, but he arrived at the coordinates and looked for somebody to scan his code. [/i]
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It took getting past the Trayve shield dome, but he managed. Security doing a thorough search and then leaving him be. A few questions asked lead him to the walled of section and obvious location of the Rubicon embassy. High walls with guards and a checkpoint, where a few soldiers stood. He was told to hand over any identification, and the scan code Minx sent him. Offering it, they both nodded, and one spoke. "Report to the main hall, you'll be directed to sign paperwork, be given a uniform and some gear. You'll need to maintain that gear. Make us proud, recruit."
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[i]"Uh, yes sir," Adrien said, stuffing his phone back into his pocket and taking back his ID, which had been his currently useless drivers license. He made his way over to the main hall by asking directions a few times, and upon entering he searched for who would give him his gear. [/i]
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A line was seen, short at the moment, the words above reading "Registry". Three windows seen and taken, and two people in the line waiting.
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[i]Adrien approached the shortest of the lines and stood behind the last person in it, where he waited for it to move up. [/i]
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It took a good bit, but shortly he found himself filling out all the needed paperwork, ranging from basic information to extended family, health and any afflictions, and other similar needed info.
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[i]Adrien filled out the form rather quickly, though there were a few things that took a minute to write out. He handed it back to the person at the counter. [/i]
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A brief inspection went over, files being created and saved, things cross referenced. After a few more minutes, the clerk returned, and handed him a few papers, instructions and one to give to the armory.
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[i]"Thanks," Adrien said as he took the papers, giving them a brief look. He got out of the line and went down to the armoury, figuring he'd get that out of the way first. [/i]
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Once there, he found a man with a beard, tweaking with a rifle who then looked up to Adrian. "Buyin' or here for a special order?" He furrowed his brow then, trying to get a read on Adrian. The weaponsmith always did so, to know how to gear a person.
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[i]"I've got a paper here for you," Adrien said. He was straight to the point with it, and held the paper out to the bearded fella. [/i]
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He took it then, letting out a gruff noise then as she recognized it. He spoke in his rough, gravely voice then. "Now, this armor is good, but not the greatest. These irons you wear with pride, since your serving a cause bigger than you realize. Your a soldier now, son. Do you know why our insignia is a bear?" He stood, walking into the room that he worked in, a few clanks heard as he was retrieving the gear.
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[i]"To identify your troops since the other local group is a lion?" Adrien inquired. He figured it was the most logical reason he had for it - Surely other space nation's back home had a bear insignia, so maybe it was this fleet's custom one. [/i]
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"Wrong. Because we're a powerful force to be reckoned with, we're big, mean, and a terrifying sight, just like a bear." He stepped back into sight then setting down a full body suit, then pulling armor, looking thick and heavy, full by armor. Then a helmet, full cover with a visor.
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[i]"Alright, a pretty good reason then." Adrien looked over the armour and took a look at the instructions for where he was to go next. [/i]
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"Hold on, son. Don't get jumpy." He ducked again, setting down a rifle and a pistol, both with a few extra magazines. "These are yours. Keep them clean. Without your rifle, you are nothing. Without you, your rifle is nothing. Remember that." The list then had a number for his barracks room then, a place for him to stay in.
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[i]"Alright, thank you sir. Do I put the armour on here, or...?" Adrien asked, looking over both the guns and the suit. He knew he wouldn't be able to carry it all at once, so his best bet was putting it on. [/i]
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"If you want." He gestured to do whatever then.
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[i]Adrien slipped the armour on overtop his jeans and blue tee shirt, though he held the sweater in his hands, having wrapped the rifle and magazines with it for carrying. He thanked the Quartermaster one last time before he went over to the barracks, and the place he was assigned. [/i]
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He found himself on the third floor, four doors down on the right from the stairway. Room E-9. Inside, it was dull, but was suitable loving conditions. A key on a desk, a chair, and a bed.
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[i] Adrien sighed in relief upon seeing that he wouldn't be bunking with twenty others like in barracks back home. He set his rifle down on the chair with his pistol, and sat down on the bed, reading what was next up on the list of instructions. [/i]
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He had basic at 0700 the next morning, followed by drills, a more training, lunch, a break, and basic again. Most likely training varied, but he was left to wonder. Minx had yet to be seen however.
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[i]Adrien set the paper on the pillow and took his phone from the sweater. He assumed there was a bit of free time tonight, so he checked the time to see how long he had left in the day. [/i]
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He found he had roughly four hours before dark.
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[i]"Probably good to get familiar with this place..." Adrien monologued, though he promptly hushed up when he realized he was talking to himself like a madman. He stood up then and grabbed his pistol and rifle, slipping the first into a holster. He started to wander the halls then. [/i]
