[b][u]No Days Off[/u][/b] [b][i]Outer Rim Rebellion base Backbreaker-Exact Planet is unknown[/i][/b] "Here. Here is where it began." Your vision is black, covered by a black bandana. There's movement all around you, scary, yet you knew what was happening. That voice...it was deep, but not too deep, serious but joking, sad yet hopeful. A man's voice, he obviously had experience. "This is where you will throw away your citizenship, your freedom, all to get it back." The ship you were on had cold, hard seats, but it was moving and not being shot down....always a plus. There's murmuring around, next to you. Talk of who's speaking spread throughout your transport. Whispers say names like General Armharst and Commander Hiss, both legendary names in the Rebellion. The ORR. People said joining was a suicide wish. A death sentence. They were somewhat right. The sergeants were cruel, the Feds were well armed. It would not be an easy win. If they won. "This is ORR Training base Backbreaker, your home for the next three months." The ship stops moving, loud talking outside. The ship suddenly began to heat up like pure fire. It was warm, dry and windy. Possibly a desert planet. Whoever was speaking stepped off their podium and walked around the ship as he spoke, your eyes still covered. "Today, you will be listed into the archives, where I once was, where Hiss once was, Hell, even Armharst. They all started here." He stopped in front of you, setting a hand on your head. His hand was massive, but covered in a cloth that covered his palm, most likely wrapping his hand. "Right now, you are all blind, weak and worthless to me. This will change. You will become soldiers. Damn fine ones at that. If you get shot, shoot them a hundred times over. If you are killed, your brothers and sisters in arms will drown your killer in lead and plasma so that he may never see light again." The hand shifted, gripping the blindfold. "But enough about what you will do. Do it." He grabs the blindfold, ripping it off your head. You see a man towering over you. There was a sniper on his back. Details were fuzzy, as your eyes were still adjusting to the light. It was bright, blinding almost. The cargo door for the transport had been dropped, revealing sandy dunes and warm weather outside. Others around you have the blindfolds removed, looking around and shaking their heads to get their senses back. The gasp in awe at the man that spoke. He stood over you, looking down. "Look at me, recruit." You follow the order with utter compliance, looking up at him. He had a skeleton mask over the back of his head, giving instant recognition as the leader of the ORR. Spectre. The legend. The myth. In the flesh. "You'll make a fine soldier." He turned away and started walking down the aisles of the transport. "As will you, and you. All of you will." Cuffs holding you to your seat are released from your shins and wrists. "Be fast to your gun, soldiers. It is your best friend, and it will always be there." He walked passed you, getting out into the open of the base. Spectre raised his arms. "Welcome to Backbreaker. Stay cool, recruits, it gets rather...heated here." He smiles as you and your team of about thirty recruits walk out of the transport. It takes off, leaving you on this desert planet, alone, yet surrounded. .......................................................................... It was dark outside, cold too. The sweat only made it worse. You had been archived, moved in and eaten. Thinking about how bad it will be tomorrow, when you workout for the first time, you step outside, the tan camouflage sweatshirt and painted jeans attempting to keep you warm. You see Spectre looking out over a dune, a bottle in his hand. He had no weapons on him, that you saw. You step up next to him and he speaks. "Ya know, I hate guns. Hate fighting too. But it's my job." He smiles as he stares out at the dunes, taking a swig from the whiskey bottle every once in a while. He had a short, 6 o'clock shave, bloodshot eyes and dark hair. His mask was still covering his head, pointless looking but it could keep heat in. "Soldier, I want you to know, I personally removed your blindfold for a reason. You're special. I saw your training scores and I'm impressed. However, you haven't shot at a target yet. That will change. Tomorrow." He stood there, still staring at the dunes, holding a half empty bottle of whiskey at his side. [spoiler]Open, this is the Rebellion, if you're looking to join the Feds, talk to Ginger (FN 2187). The Alliance is SilverPulse620. If you're new to the thread, come here. This is the simplest of the factions in this civil war. Have fun![/spoiler]