UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein
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				Title: <strong>UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>06-08-2012, 09:45:43</strong>
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				Named for the legendary United States Space Force Admiral, Camp Heinlein is located just northwest of the Kilimanjaro spaceport, along the Kenya Tanzania border. It is the main training base for the United Nations Space Force's Mobile Infantry and associated supporting elements.<br><br>From the air it looks rather unassuming compared to the much larger facilities built into the sides of Mt Kilimanjaro itself. Just a long runway and several clusters of buildings containing barracks and training facilities.<br><br>The shuttle finished it's aerobraking maneuver with a loud series of sonic booms and circled the mountain once in a lazy holding pattern as it awaited authorization from the air traffic controllers to land on at Camp Heinlein.<br><br>Inside the craft were 8 young men and women, Fresh recruits ready to be shaped into interstellar warriors. The Cabin was pleasantly air conditioned and the recruits were still dressed in civilian clothes with civilian hairstyles. Seemingly unprepared for what was to come in the next few weeks.
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				Post by: <strong>Blinkin</strong> on <strong>06-08-2012, 10:55:49</strong>
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				Amelia "Amy" Smith-Reynolds tried to settle back into the bare seat of the transport a little more comfortably. Military transports certainly lacked anything in real comfort, but she supposed that was the military way. She wasn't sure why, exactly, she had chose to join the fight; perhaps it was just the rousing recruitment ads after the horrible&nbsp; news about the colony world that had done it... whatever the reason, it had cut the 17 year old's goal of metaling in the Olympics short and pushed her into something that would make her chosen sport more than a sport... killing... people? things? Did anyone really know?<br><br>She had just finished her compitition round at the field used for long range shooting... a round that she had gotten a bronze for... when she had just... left and signed up. She had been assured that the metal would besent to her, or her family if she chose. She hadn't decided on that, but she thought that having it with her wouldn't cause any problems for the personal effects, would it? Being 3rd best in the world should get you something afterall, right?<br><br>Amy glanced about the cabin and hoped with more than a little concern that this was just one small transport and that the fate of the whole United Nations didn't depend on 8 people. She turned to the person next to her, "Be a good chap and wake me up when we land? Thanks awefully." Within a couple of seconds, she was sleeping and not even the worst terblance would bother her. It was a trick that she had picked up over the dozens of flights to America, or Japan, or Austrilia when her parents had dragged her off to some meeting or shopping trip or just about anywhere. She had learned the trick of sleeping anywhere and anytime simply because it made time pass faster... and no one bothered you with 'One lump or two in your tea Love?" Her Da would say that she would sleep right through the crash if no one bothered to wake her up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>06-08-2012, 13:01:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/598/breedaniels04.jpg)</div><br>Miranda Vandergelt did her best to let herself relax in the transport, looking around at the others.&nbsp; This would be her one chance to try to make friends, and she knew she'd have to do her level best not to blow it.&nbsp; Eventually, people would find out about her, whether through an explanation by the commanding officer or by her own stupid night terrors which would probably wake everyone.&nbsp; If she could just get some people on her side now, she could do this.<br><br>She didn't even want to be here, but she knew she had to do this.&nbsp; Not all of her visions were audio/visual; sometimes she just had a nudge, a direction that she was supposed to go for some reason.&nbsp; It was infuriating, but life had a way of punishing her if she didn't listen.&nbsp; Sometimes it felt as though her very life wasn't her own.<br><br>She flicked her hair to get a glance at it, soft blonde locks which barely touched her shoulders.&nbsp; It had taken forever for it to grow again after she'd last cut it, and she didn't want to give it up.&nbsp; Maybe there was something she could do?&nbsp; Perhaps plead, cajole or simple begging so that she didn't have to lose the pretty locks...<br><br>The girl next to her asked to be woken up when they got there, and Miranda smiled her reassurance.&nbsp; She'd stalled long enough.&nbsp; "Hey, everyone," she said as she passed a smile around the cabin.&nbsp; "I'm Miranda Vandergelt.&nbsp; It's nice to meet you all."
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>06-08-2012, 13:56:29</strong>
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				Wade was one of those that was built for the military life. The redheaded bombshell's father was a Specialist and she'd spent much of her childhood moving from place to place as her father was reassigned to different bases. She had grown up on military outposts, hanging with soldiers and firing weapons. She was naturally athletic and always full of energy, ready to hurl herself headlong at the next challenge or obstacle to come her way. <br><br>Wade was still in her civvies, dressed in a black tanktop, jeans, and boots. Her fiery hair was drawn back into a tight ponytail and she had headphones on, blasting rock music at a level she could hear it without drowning out the others on the craft if they spoke. Speaking of; Wade grinned at the blonde as she introduced herself, "Hey. Wade Welles. Nice to meet'cha."
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>06-08-2012, 18:31:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.joblo.com/images_arrownews/action-ru-girl-gun-19.jpg)</div>Kathy sat in her seat, the first one in front, looking out the window at the approaching compound. She dressed like she usually liked to, in a fairly revealing outfit, with army colored shorts, running shoes, and a brown tank top cut in the bottom, showing her midriff nicely. She leaned on the wall, running her hand along the side of the window, eager to arrive. She may have been petite, smaller than most, and not have a large build like some in the group, but in her head, Kathy was made for combat. What she lacked in pure strength she more than made up in agility and speed, and while her smaller height gave her some issues climbing ladders, she had an incredible endurance and could run for miles.<br><br>She also had been accustomed to guns all her life, growing up in a gun store in Nevada. She spent a lot of time as a teenager going out in the desert and killing snakes, or shooting at targets. She found that she had a very good aim, including with long range weapons, and so had enrolled as a marksmanship. As a patriotic American, she figured the biggest conflict right now was what the UNSF was doing, so she volunteered.<br><br>When the others talked, she turned her head towards them and smiled. Kathy always liked making new friends, and displayed a friendly, some would say adorable exterior, although she always made sure to stay suspicious of new comers, and take her time for them to earn her trust.<br><br>"Hello. I'm Kathy, from Texas. I'm glad to meet you."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blinkin</strong> on <strong>06-08-2012, 18:54:51</strong>
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				Amy opened her dark blue eyes and turned her head, "Amy Smith Reynolds. You may of seen me on the teley, I took Bronze in the Women's 50 Meter Rifle and just missed in the 25 meter pistol event."<br><br>She gave the others a warm smile, "I hope that we have a good run and are in the field in record time."
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				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>06-08-2012, 21:24:38</strong>
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				Scott opened his eyes for the first time since he had gotten on aboard the shuttle, the different colored orbs blinking a few times, as he looked around, hearing his fellows starting to talk. He felt more than a little self conscious among them, as they were all dressed in relatively nice outfits, where he was still wearing, what he always wore, his boat cloths. The once light brown shirt was covered in stains, from bait and from hauling aboard the catch, as were his loose jeans and the rubber boots covering his feet. He had washed the clothes and showered several times before heading to catch the shuttle and hopefully he didn’t smell, although he’d never be able to tell. He had also hosed off his boots a few dozen times, hopefully those didn’t smell either but if they did, oh well. At least he had tried.<br><br>“The name’s Scott” said the former fisherman, as four of his female companions introduced themselves, “St. Johns, Newfoundland my home. Nice to meet you all.”<br><br>He smiled, leaning forwards slightly in his seat to look around. The lack of padding didn’t bother him, it was much the same on the boats. The turbulence didn’t bother him much either, except for the fact that he couldn’t judge when it was about to happen. He couldn’t help but wonder why they had all enlisted. He had done so out of a surge of anger, to avenge those poor souls lost in the colonies and his ancestral ties to the Royal Newfoundland Regiment. Or maybe it was because he had chosen the wrong time to argue with his skipper and gotten thrown off the boat, then blacklisted. The first sounded better though, much better. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>07-08-2012, 01:42:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Brunettes/cl2-1.jpg)</div>Nerys looked up from the electronic reader in her hand when people actually started to talk. Like a lot of specialists she had a lot to learn and not a lot of time to learn it in. Basic would be hard enough with all the physical demands it would put on her, learning everything else she would need to know as a medic on top of it meant she didn't think sleep would be likely for the next few weeks. She'd decided to get a head start on some of the reading, Basic Field Triage in this case, on their way to Camp Heilein. <br><br>Still her parents had taught her better than to be rude, "I'm Nerys," she said when there was a silent moment. "For better or worse, it looks like I'm going to be the medic for our little group," she volunteered and then glanced around to see if anyone else was going to interject that they were a medic also. <br><br>Her ultimate goal was actually to be a Trauma Surgeon which was part of why she'd enlisted. A few years enlisted and the UNSF would pay for medical school and her experiences as a medic, especially in a war zone, would be invaluable both in terms of actual experience, and how it would look padding her resume. Not an entirely altruistic reason for signing on the dotted line, but she figured her goal was altruistic enough that the means of reaching it didn't necessarily have to be anything more than practical. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>07-08-2012, 01:53:16</strong>
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				Wade looked to each person as they spoke, studying them a moment before moving on, the entire time with a look of casual disinterest on her face. She cocked her head as Nerys spoke up and said she was going to be the Medic of the group. Wade pulled her headphones off and grinned. The music she was listening to could be heard blasting quietly out of the headphones. "Doc, huh? Well, if anyone cares, I'm hittin' the specialist program too. Combat Engineer. If it needs to get cleared away or blown the fuck up, come an' see me." She slouched a bit in her seat and relaxed, crossing one leg over the other. "Not a bad shot, either, if I do say so myself. I bet arming explosives in a combat situation is going to be a hell of a thrill." <br><br>The redhead leaned across the aisle and grinned at their Medic, "So I s'pose you don't hafta worry about me. If I screw up I'll be going home in a soup can. It's generally all or nothin' with high-yield explosive devices of that nature." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kobrakid92</strong> on <strong>07-08-2012, 02:13:18</strong>
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				Gabe pulled himself from his sleep once the others began introducing themselves. He rubbed his eyes some and looked out the window at Mt. Kilimanjaro and down at Camp Heinlein. He was both excited and unhappy to be here. Back home in New York he was on his way to becoming a professional fighter but lost his last fight that would've taken him to the pros. After three years of trying to go pro he gave up hope and went to pursue a new line of work. While he was in between odd jobs Gabe had fallen into a life of crime and was arrested and given the choice to either go to war or go to jail. Jail wasn't entirely appealing to him so he chose war without second thought.<br><br>He let out a silent yawn and looked at the others. Their attire, except one, all being relatively nice and well kept while his were wrinkled and faded to no end. His shirt was black with his old gym's logo on it and had faded blue jeans to go with it and a simple pair of black shoes. He looked over at the girl who claimed to be their medic. "Well you'll be seeing me quite a bit. Providing I'm allowed to walk away that is. I'm Gabe. I specialize in close quarters." he said calmly. He wasn't big on making friends but since they were going to spend the next few months together he figured he might as well get to know the group.
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>07-08-2012, 17:12:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/598/breedaniels04.jpg)</div><br>She passed smiles around as various people introduced themselves.&nbsp; So far, everyone seemed really kind and polite; hopefully, that would last.<br><br>"I just, um..."&nbsp; She took a deep breath.&nbsp; "I want to apologize if I yell or anything while I sleep.&nbsp; I get nightmares sometimes."&nbsp; She didn't know how the roommate situation would work, although there were certainly a few who would be interesting roommates.&nbsp; From what one friend told her, though, it was just one big bunk area with thirty people crammed into the same room.&nbsp; Hopefully that wasn't true.<br><br>"I don't really have any gun training at all.&nbsp; Hopefully somebody can help me with the basics on that, although...I'm not quite sure how they want me."&nbsp; Was this going to come out already?&nbsp; Oh well, maybe it was better hearing it from her than the drill sergeant.&nbsp; "I'm psychic, so like the vids say, I'll be your resident radio."&nbsp; She smiled brightly, with only her eyes showing the worry that they were going to be freaked out.&nbsp; "And no, I'm not offended if anyone has any questions.&nbsp; I get them a lot."
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blinkin</strong> on <strong>07-08-2012, 18:05:52</strong>
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				Amy turned to look at the 'radio'. "Don't worry, if it's anything like the history books, everyone gets some basic training in all of the things that you'll need in the field... weapons training, working as a unit, basic first aid and how to use the ... things... that you'll be carrying. They'll probably run us into the ground to make sure we can handle the physical stuff too."<br><br>She grinned then, a mischievous curving of lips, "Some of us may have some speciality to refine, but I would think that we'll all get the basics regardless... I may sit back on a hill or in a tree and shoot them one at a time, but I'll be able to mix it up with the rest of you if needed. I suspect that it'll be the same for everyone else too."
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>07-08-2012, 20:10:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1205.photobucket.com/albums/bb440/Khadavla/936full-jana-defi.jpg)</div>Name: Koivu, Kaija Eerika<br>Gender: Female<br>Sexuality:&nbsp; Bisexual<br>Age:&nbsp; 17<br>Nationality:&nbsp; Finland<br><br>Kaija was among those rousing herself from a nap when the shuttle reached mount Kilimanjaro.&nbsp; She looked out the window at first, enjoying the circling, but when people started talking her wide, dark, mysterious eyes regarded each seriously.&nbsp; <br><br>She wanted to speak up, but before she went to sleep she hadn't spoken a word of english for three weeks.&nbsp; It wasn't that her grasp of the language was incomplete--after all, no one from foreign nations learned Finish--but that she switched codes slowly.&nbsp; She could get by just fine in English or German--even carry on a basic conversation in Japanese--but if she tried to process languages simultaneously her brain would fall to the pavement and her tongue stumble over it and right into a ditch!&nbsp; So she waited 'til she was sure all the dials on her grey matter were set to English before she spoke up.&nbsp; <br><br>"I'm Kaija, it's nice to meet you all.&nbsp; In Finland we all do a few years of military service when we get out of high school. I was very lucky that I was able to do that service in space."&nbsp; She clammed up then, a bit embarrassed to have even vaguely implied that the misfortune of the lost colonists was fortunate for her but, damn it, how else was a girl with a 2.7 GPA going to get into space?&nbsp; <br><br>Kaija was tall as many guys.&nbsp; Maybe 1.8 meters, or six feet to put it another way.&nbsp; She had chocolate colored hair and eyes like pools of liquid night. Her massive, yet somehow perky, cleavage was a wonder of the modern world in an almost non-existent top.&nbsp; Muscular, curvaceous legs were sheathed in snug black jeans, and she wore Nike's latest brand of running shoes.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>07-08-2012, 22:11:15</strong>
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				A loud beep told the recruits to return to there seats and fasten the safety belts as the Shuttle made a hard bank and began the final descent. Thanks to the wonders of modern suborbital travel most of the 90 minute flight had actually been spent with the shuttle waiting to land.<br><br>The cool voice of the load-master comes over the loudspeakers. "Attention passengers, we will be on the runway for less than 120 seconds before departing. Please be ready to exit the vehicle as soon as we stop moving." As she talks the ground approaches with surprising speed.<br><br>While the Orbital insertion burn, 20 minutes of weightlessness, and the atmospheric re-entry, had all been exciting, somehow the feeling of an old navy pilot landing a several hundred ton SSTO shuttle as if it were a fighter on a carrier deck managed to put them all to shame.<br>The landing gear slammed into the runway hard as the hybrid rocket/air-ram engines went into full power reverse thrust. Jets of hot plasma shooting past the windows. and bringing the shuttle to a complete stop in the exact midpoint of the runway.<br><br>Outside the shuttle, the fire crew drove alongside and began to spray the craft down, releasing huge gouts of steam as the water hit the smouldering heat-shield and still glowing engines. More than half of the shuttle's time on the ground would apparently be dedicated to cooling it before it was safe to allow the passengers and cargo out.<br>As the craft cooled, the load-master, a woman in a form fitting grey UNSF bodysuit emerged from the cockpit and instructed the passengers to proceed down to the cargo bay where a single pallet of cargo was secured. There was room for at least twice that much, but apparently this shipment was planned to optomize turnaround time. "When the door opens, follow the arrows and get the fuck off the runway, Also, you should cover your ears and don't try to watch the shuttle as it lifts off. If you go blind and deaf they won't discharge you, but you'll wish they did." She explains, as she detaches the secure toggles on the pallet.<br><br>After 80 seconds of cooling the light turns from red to green and the cargo bay doors begin to open and a wave of searing heat and splashes of cold water assault you. You hear a voice shouting "MOVE MOVE MOVE!" from the blinding sunlight outside.
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>08-08-2012, 00:17:02</strong>
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				Wade whooped excitedly as they started to come in for a landing. "Whooo!" She bounced a little in her seat as the craft touched down hard and then streaked along the runway, trailing plasma. A big grin stretched across the fiery redheads lips and she raised a fist in the air, "Fuck yeah! One more time, but faster! Run it 'till the wheels fall off!" She never got bored of anything that was fast or dangerous and space travel tended to be one or the other. Both at once, if you were doing something really worthwhile. It was no wonder she chose to be a Combat Engineer. When they were finally allowed to rise, she followed the instructions and headed down to the cargo bay. She stood eagerly by and as the door opened the buxom redhead was first to sprint out, damn near leaving her own trail of fire behind. <br><br>Wade clapped her hands over her ears to help block out the noise and ducked her head a little bit as she ran forward, following the arrows. As much as she was tempted to look back, she managed not to give in to her desire to watch the craft take off - or see if anyone had fallen down on the runway or something. When the water hit her it stunned her a bit, buy she didn't stop in her tracks. She kept going until she was off the runway before stopping, squinting slightly as she lifted her head. Damn, it was bright out. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blinkin</strong> on <strong>08-08-2012, 00:40:52</strong>
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				Amy simply shook her head at the enthusiastic yells of the red-headed girl. She enjoyed exciting rides, but generally not where she might become part of the landscape if someone screwed up. Still, aside from the hard bump, the flight had been more than exciting enough for her.<br><br>She unbuckled her restraints and rose with the others to climb down into the nearly empty cargobay and squinted out into the bright afternoon outside. Without pausing, she pulled a pair of sunglasses out and slipped them on as she trotted off of the ramp andalong the indicated lines, her hands covering her ears as she counted down from the initial 120. When she was clear of the runway, the spray plastering her white T-shirt to her chest and dampinging her navy shorts against her slender legs. <br><br>The cool water felt good against the heat of the asphalt and what radiated off of the shuttle, but it made her nipples tighten with the damp.<br><br>She dodged the redhead and leaned back against a building wall as she waited for the sound of the engines again, opening her mouth to help disapate any shockwaves that might come their way. "Welcome to hell..."
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				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>08-08-2012, 02:02:12</strong>
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				Kathy jumped right out of her seat when the vehicle landed, then stayed ready to exit as soon as the voice told them to. She was a bit startled by the other member of their team who seemed to be enjoying the trip very much, but smiled at her, sharing her enthusiasm, if only in a more quiet way. Kathy had dreamt of this day and was happy to be here, ready to prove herself, so of course she was happy to land, but she wasn't the type to go and shout it to everyone.<br><br>When the word was given, she rushed to the door and jumped down on the runway, running along the arrows and not looking back, as she had been told. Truthfully, she didn't worry much about what was behind them, and more what was in front. She was eager to see where they would be going, and what the training would be like.<br><br>As she arrived at their destination, she tried to strengthen her fairly skimpy outfit, bringing her shorts down a bit and adjusting her brown tank top, staying ready for what would come next.
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				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>08-08-2012, 02:08:21</strong>
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				Scott arched his eyebrow, as the girl with long blond hair announced to everyone in the shuttle that she was a psychic. He had never known or even met anyone who had ESP. Growing up in St. Johns, he had heard about people who did, maybe crossed their paths once or twice without knowing it but this was a brand new thing for him. There was a sudden urge to make a skull cap of aluminum foil, not that it would really help but his thoughts were his own and he’d rather keep them that way. Not that he thought that Miranda, having just be introduced and forming no option about her yet, would try to pry his thoughts out of his mind but you never know, she might just do it without thinking. Or maybe she just picked them up, like a bycatch in a trawl net, not something you were looking for but that you catch anyways.<br><br>He opened his mouth, so ask the girl about the ifs and hows about her....abilities, when there was a loud beep. The one they had been told about when first boarding, that meant you needed to get strapped in and fast. Used to sudden changes, which needed fast reactions, he grabbed safety belts and yanked them into place, as the shuttle began to bank. Trying to breath slow, he leaned back in the seat braced himself. His lean body shook, as the shuttle bounced against the runway but he smiled, hearing at least of his companions letting out a whoop of enjoyment. He was laughing softly by the time they came to a stop and popped the safety restraints. He stood up, stretched and stepped forwards all in the same motion, as gray uniformed women herded them down into the cargo bay.<br><br>He was in the middle of the group, when the door opened and thus wasn’t trying to walk into the blast of sunlight and water. The cold water felt good, not nearly as chilly as a wintery wave sending briny spray in one’s face but wonderful none the less. Squinting in the light, he pressed his hands over his ears, like the rest and dashed forwards, looking down. He had no urge to look back, used to following safety instructions. Don’t listen on the boat and you’ll drown or get crippled. Without noticing it, he had closed the distance between him and Wade with long-legged strides and when she stopped, bumped into the redhead, all be it lightly.<br><br>“Sorry love” said Scott, taking a half step to the side and wondering if it was okay to uncover his ears.
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>08-08-2012, 02:20:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/598/breedaniels04.jpg)</div><br>What the crap was this?&nbsp; She had absolutely no idea what to expect, but it certainly wasn't this.&nbsp; Fresh off the craft and already the potential to go blind and deaf?&nbsp; Hopefully they were just messing with everyone to try to scare them, but she certainly wasn't going to risk it herself.&nbsp; As soon as the door was opened and she was told to move, she rushed her way out, covering her eyes and ears and heading for the safety of the shelter...or whatever else was out there.&nbsp; She couldn't really see well enough through the cracks of her fingers to find out until she was there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kobrakid92</strong> on <strong>08-08-2012, 03:15:38</strong>
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				Gabe buckled in as the shuttle landed, making sure to look away from the window when it hit the runway. Once the shuttle landed he unbuckled himself and followed the others down to the cargo bay and waited. Once the doors opened took a quick glimpse around and covered his ears and closed his eyes, though leaving them open just enough to barely see, and took off running. Stamina was far from a problem for Gabe, given his fighting background, so he had no trouble catching up to the lead two only to run slightly behind them so he would know when to stop and would save some energy for whatever was in store for him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>08-08-2012, 03:47:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Brunettes/cl2-1.jpg)</div><br>Nerys was still chuckling to herself at the matter-of-fact way one of her new cohorts had talked about simply being sent home in a soup can. They all knew that physical injury and death was a possibility but working with high explosives definitely put this girl at more risk. Like one of the other girls, Nerys didn't have much experience with guns but she figured she'd be taught in short order and she had never had a problem picking up new skills. Since she'd heard horror stories about drill sergeants she was determined to learn them quickly and efficiently!<br><br>She wasn't surprised to hear they had a psychic in their group but she did hold back her questions. She had plenty she wanted to ask, but didn't want to embarrass the girl&nbsp; if any of the things she considered simple curiosity, the other girl considered very personal. For now she kept quiet and figured she'd ask anything as the chance came up. Hell they were all going to be together awhile, it wasn't as if she'd never talk to the girl.<br><br>Before she got the chance to comment on anything else she was thinking, they were told to buckle up. Doing just that, she shoved her electronic reader back into her bag and held on tight. While the others seemed to enjoy the furious pace of the landing, her knuckles went white on her chair and her skin became nearly as white as the simple t-shirt she wore with a pair of faded denim jeans. Both were clean but neither were her best clothes. She hadn't seen much point in dressing up when they were just going to take her own clothes and make her wear a uniform anyway. <br><br>Once landed she had no problem running out the cargo hold with everyone else. She was clearly ready to be off the shuttle, but despite her obvious discomfort, she ran easily and by the time they were all gathering outside, her skin tone was back to normal. Flying didn't bother her in the least...it was take offs and landings that were a bitch!<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>08-08-2012, 09:29:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1205.photobucket.com/albums/bb440/Khadavla/936full-jana-defi.jpg)</div>Name: Koivu, Kaija Eerika<br>Gender: Female<br>Sexuality:&nbsp; Bisexual<br>Age:&nbsp; 17<br>Nationality:&nbsp; Finland<br><br>Halle wasn’t’ the only one shrieking in delight at the madcap descent too the runway.&nbsp; Kaija threw her arms into the air and shrieked in glee.&nbsp; She probably seemed pretty childish to her peers—she reflected—between this and the way she’d gaped out the porthole from orbit only to doze off again on the descent.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As they landed, though, she listened intently to the instructions, then relaxed for the moment of action like a pro, undoing her straps ahead of time, slipping out of them easily, and moving her long legs down the corridor quickstep and jogging down the platform.&nbsp; The spray off the hoses caught her too and she gave a delighted squeal as the chill water soaked her sheer black top to her bust.&nbsp; The chill felt so good in the tropical heat!&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; She didn’t’ let herself slow, though, but continued down the line at a jog, covering her ears and not looking at the shuttle as it took off again ‘til the last minute, when she paused to gaze dreamily at the contrails it left behind it as it shot into space.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>08-08-2012, 10:06:21</strong>
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				As the Recruits eyes adjusted to the light, a small tractor rolled into view and hooked onto the Pallet inside the Shuttle, pulling it out. On the tractor was a uniformed man wearing a Blue campaign hat and carrying a Megaphone. "YOU HEARD THE WOMAN! YOU HAVE 20 SECONDS TO GET YOUR ASS THE FUCK OFF OF MY RUNWAY!" He shouted over the sound of sonic booms, fire hoses, and Jet engines. The Tractor hauled the Pallet and followed the Recruits to the Tarmac like a dog hearing sheep.<br><br>Eventually they would come to an empty tarmac with footprints painted on it "FORM UP ON THE FOOTPRI..." The simple order was cut off in mid sentence by the noise of the Shuttle's engines roaring back to life and propelling it into the air. Inside the shuttle the noise had been negated by soundproofing, but outside it managed to drown out all other noises. And the heat from the engines could be felt on the back of the recruit's necks. When the noise died down, The Instructor's voice took it's place once more "...OLY FUCK WE GOT OURSELVES A RUBBERNECK HERE!" The Drill sergeant was shouting directly at Kaija. "IS THERE SOMETHING WRONG WITH YOUR NECK RECRUIT?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>08-08-2012, 10:38:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1205.photobucket.com/albums/bb440/Khadavla/936full-jana-defi.jpg)</div>Koivu, Kaija Eerika<br><br>Kaija snapped back to reality with the drill seargent yelling in her face.&nbsp; Cold panic gripped her as she realized she’d somehow she’d gotten into position on autopilot while still day dreaming about the shuttle.&nbsp; And…&nbsp; rubber neck?&nbsp; What the hell was a rubber neck?&nbsp; She went pale and reflexively replied, “Sir, nothing wrong with my neck, sir!”&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>08-08-2012, 11:28:54</strong>
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				Wade felt someone bump into her just as soon as she came to a halt. There was an uttered apology and she turned slightly, grinning and waving dismissively, "Don't worry about it." Her eyes shifted briefly to Kaija, the gorgeous, buxom woman who shouted in glee along with her as they landed. She thought she might like that girl. And not just because she was stacked and her skin was glistening wet. As the man in blue shouted, Wade stiffened up, standing up straight and staring ahead. It took quite a bit of self control to not watch and giggle as Kaija get yelled at. Well, they were here... what kind of fresh hell would be waiting for them now? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>08-08-2012, 14:33:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Brunettes/cl2-1.jpg)</div><br><em>"FORM UP ON THE FOOTPRI..."</em><br><br>The voice might have been cut off, but Nerys had heard enough to know what the order was and fell into line on top of one of the pairs of footprints. She stood tall and stared straight ahead wondering what else would be in store for them that day. Clearly they were planning on things just starting right off the bat and she wondered if the instructors teaching her medic classes would be as loud and brash as this first man seemed. It didn't matter. She was here, she would do as she was told, learn all they had to teach her, and in the end she would use them to reach her own goals.<br><br>At least that was what she kept telling herself. Her father, who had done his own stint in the military back home, though not with the Space service, had tried to tell her it might not be that simple, but she was young and opinionated and had a clear plan in mind. She had, until just that moment, thought that he was being overly cautious.<br><br>As one of the instructors started yelling at another girl about her neck - <em>what the hell was a rubber neck anyway???</em> she wondered - she began to start thinking that maybe he wasn't being overly cautious, but that she had been arrogant not to listen. At this point that didn't matter either. She'd apologize to him when she sent a letter home but she was here, and here she would stay unless she washed out and <em>that</em> she wasn't going to let happen if she could keep it from happening! 
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blinkin</strong> on <strong>08-08-2012, 15:29:48</strong>
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				Amy followed the rest and assumed the next spot in the line, being sure to put her feet in the painted ones... although the guy with the paint on his boots must of been about 8'2 as she could of put 2 of her small feet into 1 of the painted one.<br><br>She pulled off her shades and slipped them back into her tote, the only piece of luggage that she had brought along and had actually contained her olympician uniform before she had joined up.<br><br>She looked down the line at the girl being harrassed, and she had expected to see this, it was classic video from the recordings of the world war and later conflicts where they showed 'bootcamp.' Still... what was a rubber neck? She leaned a little to the person next to her, "Bloody loud, isn't he... would you know what a rubber neck might be?" She offerd a smile as she leaned back and stood straight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>08-08-2012, 20:18:58</strong>
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				Kathy listened to the new voice, and nodded to herself as she heard the order, heading straight for the footprints on the ground and taking her place in line. As the next comment came, she looked towards Kaija and grinned. It looked like this girl would be their instructor's first target. It wasn't surprising, with how loud and wild she seemed to be.<br><br>As she heard another of the new recruits talked, she commented quietly. "I think he's finding her a bit too curious..."<br><br>Kathy was curious herself, but she knew better than to dance around, shout, or appear otherwise out of place. This may be a brand new experience for all of them, but she remembered full well why she was there, to serve her country and the planet. She needed to stay focus on the training.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>08-08-2012, 20:44:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/598/breedaniels04.jpg)</div><br>She got inside, obviously shaken by the event and gently panting to try to keep herself under control.&nbsp; It was rather obvious that she didn't handle surprises very well, and while she wasn't breaking down or crying, she needed a bit to get herself together after that shock.&nbsp; Her hand went back to her hair, feeling over the strands and hoping to make sure that she hadn't gotten any of it singed off.<br><br>She looked up to the drill sergeant, standing up straight and trying to get her breathing under control.&nbsp; She could still taste the acrid heat, and her hands folded behind her back to see if she could try to get them to stop trembling.<br><br>Why had she signed up for this again?&nbsp; This was all crazy; there was no way she was going to be cut out for any of this.&nbsp; She looked down again and made sure she was lined up on the footprints.
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>09-08-2012, 04:17:30</strong>
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				The Instructor jumps off the tractor as it drives off the tarmac, dragging the pallet behind it, and lowers the Megaphone now that the sonic booms from the departing shuttle have died down a bit. Somehow his voice seems even louder though as he walks up to Koivu, pointing all 5 fingers directly at her stenum, like a knife about to plunge into her heart. "WELL YOU BETTER MAKE SURE, BECAUSE IF YOU CAN'T EVEN STAND AT ATTENTION, THEN I DON'T THINK WE ARE GOING TO GET ALONG AT ALL FEMALE. NOW STAND UP STRAIGHT, KEEP YOUR EYES FORWARD, PIN YOUR LEGS TOGETHER, CUP YOUR HANDS TO THE SIDE, AND STICK YOUR CHEST OUT LIKE YOU'RE PROUD TO BE HERE" The Instructor shouted as he pointed this knife hand to each part of Koivu's body in turn. Once he was finished, he turned to the rest of the group. About 32 people standing in little rows. "THIS IS CALLED THE POSITION OF ATTENTION. WHEN YOU ARE STANDING IN FORMATION, OR SPEAKING WITH ANYBODY WITH RANK, YOU WILL ASSUME THIS POSITION. DO SO NOW!"<br><br>The Instructor gave the group a few minutes to comply before. Continuing his speech. "MY NAME IS GUNNERY SERGEANT ERMEY. WHEN YOU ADDRESS ME OR ANY OF THE OTHER INSTRUCTORS ON THIS BASE THE FIRST AND LAST WORD OUR OF YOUR SHIT EATING MOUTH WILL BE SIR, IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kobrakid92</strong> on <strong>09-08-2012, 04:20:54</strong>
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				Gabe quickly ran over to the footprints and fell in line in the first available space. Luckily he wasn't in the front row so with any luck the Drill Sergeant wouldn't pay him any attention. He glanced over to see the Drill Sergeant get in one of the new recruit's face and quickly looked away trying not to laugh. He heard some of the others talking and couldn't help but chuckle. "No, he just smells the fear." he whispered just loudly enough for the others to hear him. He knew it was wrong to laugh at others mistakes but he couldn't help himself sometimes.<br><br>With any luck the Drill Sergeant wouldn't hear him and he would most likely get his fair share of yelling later on. As he stood in the formation he looked around at what view he had of the base. <em>"Something tells me this is going to be very much like prison."</em> he thought to himself. On the upside though at least there were women here so that helped. Who knew, maybe the showers would even be co-ed. His thoughts continued to go on, going every which way possible, and eventually lost track of what was going on. His eyes snapped back to the Instructor and quickly moved to the described position. "Sir yes sir!" he sounded off.
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>09-08-2012, 04:31:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Character%20Portraits/RedheadSm1-1.png)</div>Wade was already in line and standing at attention before Gunny was even done yelling at the hot chick down the line. She'd been on bases before and, adding to that, had seen enough movies to know better than to make a snarky comment or even look over. That should speak volumes, considering snarky comments were usually her forte. Not now, though. She knew full well that would get her in a world of hurt. Probably literally. So she straightened up, pressed her hands against her sides and stuck her chest out, much to the delight of anyone who enjoyed looking at breasts behind a soaking wet t-shirt. When instructed, she sounded off with the rest of the recruits that knew well enough, "Sir, yes sir!" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>09-08-2012, 05:17:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Brunettes/cl2-1.jpg)</div><br>Listening to the Gunnery Sergeant yelling at the buxom young woman down the row from her, Nerys silently made slight corrections to her own stance so that she wouldn't become the man's next target. Standing as straight as she was, she was (for perhaps the first time in her life) grateful that she didn't have large breasts. Her own were well shaped and perky but small enough that she could easily go without a bra without worrying about it at the same time. Before she had always wished they were a bit bigger, now, thrusting her chest forward, she was glad they weren't.<br><br>"Sir, yes Sir!" she yelled with everyone else when asked if they understood their first set of instructions while not daring to look around to see if the Gunny's gaze had fallen on her for doing something wrong, and silently praying it wouldn't.
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>09-08-2012, 06:24:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.joblo.com/images_arrownews/action-ru-girl-gun-19.jpg)</div>While the tractor was finishing to come in, Kathy watched the remaining recruits get in line, and couldn't help but notice that there were a lot of girls there. Some of them looked quite cute too. She would have to get to know them better when they weren't doing exercises.<br><br>Of course her train of thoughts was quickly interrupted as the drill sergeant came up to one of the girls and yelled his instructions. She instinctively took the required position, and could guess what his next words would be as they came out of his mouth, having seen way too many army movies back in Texas. She repeated the words loud and clear, without any hesitation. "Sir, yes sir!"<br><br>It was obvious that many of the other recruits were nervous or even scared, but Kathy wasn't. She wasn't even sure why not, but she figured that having been near guns, poisonous serpents and the endless desert in her home town, there was little that could surprise her or terrify her at this point.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>09-08-2012, 15:58:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/598/breedaniels04.jpg)</div><br>It was getting more obvious now that they were going out of their way to intimidate the new people, but simply knowing that didn't mean it wasn't working.&nbsp; She followed all the instructions given, even sticking out her chest and staring straight forward, though her hands didn't quite want to stop shaking yet.&nbsp; At least she could keep them at her side.<br><br>It took her a bit to realize a question was being asked, so, a few seconds after everyone else, she responded, "Yes, sir!"&nbsp; After realizing she'd already flubbed it, she added in an extra, "...sir!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blinkin</strong> on <strong>09-08-2012, 17:38:11</strong>
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				Amy stiffened her back and brought her legs together; thrusting her chest out... which was probably quite a sight in her soaked white T-shirt and no bra...<br><br>Amy rarely wore a bra as she wasn't so well endowed that she really needed one under normal circomstances... right about now, she wished that she had taken the effort; who would of expected to get soaked running off of a shuttle?<br><br>It was too late to do anything about it now, she would dry iin this heat well enough, although her hair might not appreciate it.<br><br>She looked straight ahead and didn't move, repeating the shout with the others.... but wasn't it suppose to be something like 'yes Drill Sargearnt?'<br><br>Life was going to get interesting, she was sure of that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>10-08-2012, 05:34:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1205.photobucket.com/albums/bb440/Khadavla/936full-jana-defi.jpg)</div>Koivu, Kaija Eerika<br><br>In spite of her confusion and fluster, Kaija moved quickly to obey the drill instructor's orders.&nbsp; Physical instructions she could follow, and she was soon in the position he instuctured, shouting nervously as instructed.&nbsp; She was passingly emberassed to realize that her dark, sheer top had stuck enough to outline her bra.&nbsp; <br><br>She growled a little to herself.&nbsp; <em>I'm not afraid of this ass.&nbsp; I've taken on bigger men than him in intermural soccer.&nbsp; They have no footwork, think they can bull there way through everything.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>10-08-2012, 07:47:09</strong>
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				"THAT WAS PATHETIC RECRUITS," the Gunny barked when they were done sounding off.<br><br>&nbsp;"UNFORTUNATELY I DON'T HAVE AS MUCH TIME AS I NEED TO CORRECT YOU APES, YOU HAVE TO GET INPROCESSED FIRST. BUT REST ASSURED, YOU WILL HAVE PLENTY OF OPPORTUNITIES TO UNFUCK YOURSELVES IN THE COMING WEEKS." He then turned on his heel and started to walk around the formation, talking as he went. "BACK WHEN I WAS IN THE UNITED STATES MARINE CORPS, I HELPED TRAIN THE GREATEST WARRIORS ON EARTH. IT WASN'T EASY, BUT I PUSHED MEN AND WOMEN LIKE YOU PAST THERE LIMITS, BROKE THEM DOWN, AND REBUILT THEM AS MARINES. NOW THEY WANT ME TO DO EVEN BETTER. THE BEST IN THE WORLD ISN'T GOOD ENOUGH FOR THE UN. THEY WANT THIS OLD MAN TO GIVE THEM THE BEST GODDAMN WARRIORS IN THE&nbsp; WHOLE UNIVERSE."<br>There is a short pause as he lets this sink in. <br>"NOW, LOOKING AT YOU, I'M NOT SURE HOW I'LL DO IT. BUT THIS OLD MAN WONT QUIT THAT EASY, I'LL DO WHATEVER IT TAKES TO MAKE YOU INTO KILLERS, AND THE UN UNDERSTANDS THIS... THE INSTRUCTORS ON THIS BASE HAVE BEEN AUTHORISED TO DO ANYTHING THEY DEEM NECESSARY TO TRAIN YOUR SORRY ASSES, FROM THE MOMENT YOU TOOK THE OATH OF ENLISTMENT, YOU HAVE FORFEITED ANY AND ALL HUMAN RIGHTS. YOU ARE NOW THE PROPERTY OF THE UNITED NATIONS SPACE FORCE." The Gunny completes his lap and returns to the front.<br>"SOME OF YOU MAY WONDER WHY CAMP HEINLEIN IS LOCATED IN EAST AFRICA... WELL THE REASON IS, BECAUSE THIS IS THE PLACE WHERE THE FIRST HOMINIDS LEARNED TO WALK. YOU APES WILL TAKE A SIMILAR JOURNEY, STARTING FROM THE BEGINNING UNTIL YOU RE-EARN YOUR RIGHT TO CALL YOURSELF A HUMAN BEING, THEN MAYBE WE'LL SEE IF YOU ARE GOOD ENOUGH TO FIGHT FOR MANKIND." The Gunny finishes his speech and waits a few more moments before getting down to business.<br><br>"NOW LET'S BEGIN, YOU SHOULD ALL BE CARRYING A FOLDER WITH ALL YOUR PAPERWORK IN IT. IF YOU SOMEHOW LOST IT, LETS JUST SAY YOU WON'T HAVE A VERY FUN TIME. AM I UNDERSTOOD?" the gunny waited a few seconds for a SIR YES SIR, before shouting "DISMISSED!" and pointing his way towards the double doors into the inporcessing building.
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>11-08-2012, 01:51:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/598/breedaniels04.jpg)</div><br>This was getting worse and worse.&nbsp; What had she done?&nbsp; Just what had she gotten herself into?&nbsp; Now she didn't have any rights?&nbsp; Her breath was coming faster, in gentle pants that made her feel dizzy.&nbsp; How much worse was this going to get?&nbsp; She already had nightmares.&nbsp; Weren't her visions supposed to warn her or something if she was going to do something as incredibly stupid as sign up?<br><br>The room was starting to spin around.&nbsp; She took a deep breath, trying to calm down and focus her thoughts.&nbsp; She checked around in her purse, giving a sigh of relief when she still had the folder from before.&nbsp; It was all already filled out, although she hadn't really read through everything yet.<br><br>She probably just wasn't going to make it through all this.&nbsp; She could say that she tried and they would just send her home.&nbsp; That wouldn't be so bad, right?&nbsp; Her body was shaking, and she knew she must look absolutely terrified.&nbsp; Maybe it would all calm down once they knew she was psychic; she remembered hearing how in demand psychics were for all this stuff.
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>11-08-2012, 01:57:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Character%20Portraits/RedheadSm1-1.png)</div>Wade jogged into the building with the rest of the recruits, sticking by the men and women she'd flown over with. For some odd reason she kind of felt closer to them. Folder tucked under her arm, she strolled up to their resident psychic. The blonde looked rather nervous during the whole confrontation with the Gunny, like she was on the verge of tears. Wade laid a hand on the blonde's shoulder as she stepped up to her, "Hey. You alright? C'mon, don't go to pieces on us yet, we ain't even gone through the gas room or the obstacle course yet." She grinned. "Listen, stick with it. It's better to push yerself to your limits than quit early an' even if you wash out, so what? You can still learn something in defeat." The redhead winked. "Personally, I find this to be pretty exciting. I love not knowin' what's comin' around the corner. Life isn't worth living without a little danger and excitement!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>11-08-2012, 03:16:50</strong>
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				Scott seemed to be having a lucky day or at least a lucky hour. His slight sidestep, after bumping into Wade, as almost put him into position over a pair of painted footprints. Wearing a size thirteen boot, his feet were a bit big but as the instructor focused his attention on the well endowed Fin, he shuttled slightly, centering himself over the marks. He also quickly took his hands off his ears, lest that be something to attract their instructor’s attention onto the tall, lean fisherman. A good thing too, as the next things shouted at the band of recruits, were a series of instructions on how they were to stand. Hands at your sides, feet together, eyes straight, blah blah blah, the thing you would expect after watching a handful of war movies, which had a bootcamp segment.<br><br>His eyes didn’t stay straight however. Risking the wrath of Gunnery Sergeant Ermey, his mismatched eyes peered to his right and left, making him struggle not to smile. He counted himself lucky again, to his left, was the lovely Wade, showing off a lovely bosom covered with clinging teeshirt. To his right, their medic, Nerys if he remembered correctly. While she couldn’t compare with Kaija or Wade (in this respect) in matters of large...tracts of land, they were very nice and once again, defined by a wet teeshirt. Down the row a little bit, was Amy, their Olympian, seemingly without a bra on.This was a step up in the world, after spending his days out at sea, with three other guys, hauling in traps or nets.<br><br>“Sir yes Sir!” he shouted with the rest, before Ermey went now about his job, the same old speech one might hear in one of those old movies mentioned before, about breaking down and building up. The most interesting thing and the most unexpected thing however, was when the Gunny told them why the camp was located in East Africa. About how the first humans had learn to walk here and how they were going to make similar changes in themselves during training.&nbsp; And here he had been thinking that military planners had just wanted to give them all sunburns and heat stroke.<br><br>Sounding off again, Scott moved with the crowd of recruits, towards the inprocessing building, pulling his mostly empty seabag off his back. He wasn’t carrying much; just his boat knives, a dog eared copy of the Hobbit and the folder of paperwork. Once inside, he stuck with those he had flown in with, if anything because there were simply more pretty girls in the that group. Drill couldn’t be too bad if there was plenty of eye candy. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blinkin</strong> on <strong>11-08-2012, 04:30:16</strong>
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				Amy moved with the others of her group, finding some small comfort in the group who at least had come in with her. Pushing her wet hair back with her hands, she pulled the folder from her shoulder tote and looked at the others, "It's too much like a bad war movie from the 50's, don't you think?" She pulled the T-shirt away from her chest in an attempt to relieve the outline of her nipples and wished that she had worn something else. The options had been limited though and white was generally better for heat than darker colors and she had figured that, as an old American war movie had put it... there's a special department that just flies round looking for the worst places possible and then put a camp there.' She figured that it would either be hot or cold as hades.<br><br>She let a breath out and smiled at the telepath, "Don't worry too much, I think they do all of this to scare us into listening to them... if we stick it out the first day, they may figure that we're not going to faint at the sound of a loud voice."
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>11-08-2012, 07:37:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/598/breedaniels04.jpg)</div><br>Although Miranda did her best to give Wade and Amy a smile, it wasn't very convincing.&nbsp; "I'm okay," she unconvincingly lied, her eyes trailing down a bit from their faces...until she saw their wet breasts.&nbsp; Growing a little scarlet in the cheeks, her eyes snapped back up to make eye contact once more as she followed along with them.<br><br>Wade's comment, however, confused her a little.&nbsp; "You like not knowing?" she repeated.&nbsp; Miranda wasn't really sure how she felt on that.&nbsp; There was some peace in knowing, not having the shock come, being able to say goodbye and all such.&nbsp; However, it was also horrifying, and certainly it muted the last few good times one could have.&nbsp; "Maybe.&nbsp; I don't know..."<br><br>At least she was starting to make friends.&nbsp; A lot of people back home stopped talking to her once they found out.&nbsp; She never did find out why, but maybe here, people just had more grit under their nails and didn't care about the less important things in life.&nbsp; That was a good talent to pick up...right?<br><br>Was that really her, though?&nbsp; Was that who she wanted to be?<br><br>"They don't really shave your head, do they?&nbsp; I really like my hair..."&nbsp; The question was blurted out pretty much unbidden, as if she had too many terrors going through her mind and one just slipped out of her mind and through her voice as she fought to keep them all under control.
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>11-08-2012, 09:55:13</strong>
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				Inside the first room was a series of empty bins with locks on them, there were no staff present, but a loudspeaker in the corner told the new Recruits to "Strip naked and place all of your personal belongings, except for the contents of the folder, into an empty bin and label it with a tag from the folder. Then Proceed into the next room with the folder.<br><br>The naked Recruits were then filed into the next room and divided into several lines, where UN Personnel would take the folders. Paying no attention to the naked bodies, They removed a strip of tape from the folder and placed the rest in a pile, Sticking the tape to the recruit's naked flesh on there chest above the left breast. Then taking a small flashlight like device and shining it on the tape, causing it to sizzle and burn, Part of the tape just evaporated off, with the other half melting it's way into the skin as a tattoo. The process was much less painful than it looked but still unpleasant. On the Tattoo was a UNSF logo and a barcode, Underneath the barcode was the Recruit's name, Blood type, Specified Religion and the letters NKA, telling any medic all they would need to know if they found the body. Vandergelt's tattoo also happened to read "ESP+" next to the NKA, indicating her telepathic sensitivity. And for some reason Kathy's name was backwards, with her first name written as her last name instead of the other way around like everyone else. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>11-08-2012, 16:08:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Brunettes/cl2-1.jpg)</div><br>Nerys followed the rest of the recruits&nbsp; into the first room and looked at the bins in confusion until a voice came over the speaker. Listening to it telling them to strip she felt a slight blush color her cheeks. It was one thing to be naked in front of people she knew, or lovers, but naked in a group of complete strangers was a bit outside her comfort zone. Still she didn't hesitate as the others started and soon her things were all locked away in one of the bins except for the folder. <br><br>Falling into line once more, for their trip to the next room, her one comfort from the mild embarrassment was that everyone was naked. In a sea of flesh, hers wasn't that unusual. She couldn't stop herself from glancing at the men and women around her, comparing her own smooth skin, taut stomach, firm breasts, and the curve of her ass to the women, while simply admiring the view of the men and comparing them to each other! There were certainly a few worth the look.<br><br>Following into the next room she handed her folder to the UN official who ended up in front of her and hissed sharply as the tattoo was seared into her skin. Glancing down she saw her name, Type O Blood, No Specified Religion, and Penicillin (instead of NKA) tattooed onto her chest for all the world to see. Not planning to make a career of the military, she immediately wondered if she'd be able to have ti removed when she was back as a part of the real world, or if she would end up being proud of it when all was said and done.<br><br>She supposed it would depend on how her time with the UNSF went.<br><br>Glancing at the others she wondered what they were going to have to do next. She'd heard rumors of course, and was hoping some, in particular the one about them shaving everyone's head, weren't true. She rather liked her hair the way it was, but it would grow back if necessary. <br><br>Looking around she realized she'd ended up beside one of the men from their flight, in the shuffle, and offered a shy smile, she thought his name was Scott, and whispered to him, "So what humiliation do you think comes next?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blinkin</strong> on <strong>11-08-2012, 16:16:18</strong>
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				Amy shrugged, She had kept her hair fairly short since she was 12 because horses liked to eat at it and it got in her eyes when she had been practicing. "The movies were never consistant with it, so I have no idea... Maybe they'll let you keep some or most of it, it'll grow back otherwise." She smiled reassuringly then, "What's the worst they can do? Make us wax daily?" She tried to lighten the mood.<br><br>She paused for a moment at the order to disrobe... infront of men? She sighed, what was the difference? It wasn't as if she was really out of shape... a little soft on the curves, but&nbsp; she had a pleasantly tight figure overall and there was nothing to be ashamed of since everyone had to do it... She culdn't stop herself from checking out the guys though and blushing a little.<br><br>She took her place in line and yelped as the tatoo plastic melted into her left chest at the curve of her breast. "That burns!" she hissed and fanned herself as she stepped forward and breathed quickly through clinched teeth, "At least they didn't put it somewhere else..." She could imagine someone with a demented mental process wanting to stick it on her ass or crotch just for giggles. She looked at the person in front of her, "I guess now, if I get pulled over and the cop wants to see ID, I can just whip out one of the girls and say, "Here it is Officer..."<br><br>She steeled herself and looked down to see her name, blood type (O Positive) and a barcode. "Great, I'm a product on the shelf..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>11-08-2012, 16:41:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Character%20Portraits/RedheadSm1-1.png)</div>Wade whistled at some of the ladies and men as they stripped down naked. She found both genders equally appealing and there sure as well were some hard bodies being put on display. "Alright, might as well get your looks in everybody!" she announced, then peeled off her top. The redhead's ample chest was exposed, her torso athletic with a hint of muscle tone. She had a flowing tattoo going down her left arm, a wild collage of different words and images that blended together. She hooked her thumbs into her jeans and tugged them down after unzipping, a shimmy of her hips making her heart-shaped rump wiggle as she pulled them down, revealing her smooth legs and neatly shaven sex. Clothes were tossed into the bin and, completely naked, Wade struck a little pose for the prying eyes in the room. Why not? People were looking anyway and she had nothing to be ashamed of. "Photos, five bucks, poster-sized ten, autographs free!" <br><br>Grinning, she moved on with the rest of her group, where they got some kind of odd tattoo. The sensation burned for a moment, but when it was over she found herself more amazed than anything else. She eyed the soldier that put it on and pointed to her upper back, "Can I get like a dragon right about here?" Her tat listed no specified religion and type B blood. She moved on after her dragon tattoo idea was rejected with a cold stare. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>11-08-2012, 18:36:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/598/breedaniels04.jpg)</div><br>The kindness of the other two kept her going, and rather than melt down like she wanted to, she kept on walking into the next room.&nbsp; Surely things couldn't possibly get any worse, right?<br><br>Of course it could.&nbsp; Once she got into the naked room, a single tear forced its way from her gaze and made its way halfway down her cheek before she flicked it away.&nbsp; Really?&nbsp; They had to make things worse on her?&nbsp; Really?&nbsp; In front of boys, too!&nbsp; <br><br>She wasn't exactly that bad looking, but she didn't like her tush.&nbsp; Oh well, the others were already starting and hopefully she wouldn't be noticed too much.&nbsp; After her shirt and skirt, she slipped off the frilly pink bra and panties, revealing her ample breasts and shaved pussy, as well as a tush that had a healthy little wiggle as she readjusted her weight.&nbsp; If it wasn't for the others, she knew she wouldn't have been able to finish getting undressed.<br><br>The last thing to actually go was a small friendship bracelet, just elastic and beads, but somehow more valuable to her than even underwear.&nbsp; She caressed one of the little blue beads before slipping it off, closing the box with a sigh.&nbsp; One arm moved to her breasts to at least keep her nipples covered, while the other went down between her legs.<br><br>She let herself glance around a little, not too much but enough to actually get a pleasant look at some of the other girls.&nbsp; Everyone else seemed to have a sense of humor about the whole ordeal; maybe that would help.<br><br>Once she was branded, she gave a sharp hiss of pain, but somehow managed not to scream out.&nbsp; She glanced around to the faces of the others, saying, "What's the going rate?"&nbsp; Her mouth tried to move a bit more to get out more of what she wanted to be humorous, but she didn't really have anything else, and instead she just let her flapping jaw shut.
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blinkin</strong> on <strong>11-08-2012, 18:55:47</strong>
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				Amy looked back and with a wink, "9 pounds, 6 pents."
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>11-08-2012, 21:10:20</strong>
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				Scott glanced up, as the loudspeaker began giving out orders and then down at the boxes. He didn’t mind stripping down. Privacy wasn’t something he got a lot of on the boat and often enough during the warmer months, the crew worked with as little on as they could. Besides, it would be nice to get out of his stained clothing and be dressed just like everyone else, in nothing. Setting his bag in one of the boxes, he yanked his teeshirt off in one quick motion and tossed it on top. Calloused and scared fingers worked the belt he was wearing opened and unzipped his pants. Thrusting his thumbs into the waistband along his hips, he push off pants and boxers, down until they were around his boots, which he stepped out of and placed the whole lot into the box, before labeling it.<br><br>Clicking the lock shut, he glanced around, having a few seconds before he’d be able to get through the congested door to the next room. His eyes slide off his fellow men, nothing he was really interested in seeing there but mismatched orbs lingered over the women. He flashed Wade a big smile and whistled, as she struck a pose, showing off her ample bust and an ass to die for. Blue and green switched over to admire Nerys, Amy and Miranda in turn, each getting a smile all her own. So many pretty girls, it was making his blood stir and flow southward, to the only part of his anatomy, which wasn’t described as lean.<br><br>Anyone looking back at Scott, would find a hard, wiry body with a working tan. His arms and face were the darkest (which with his being of Irish and English stock, didn’t mean he was too dark), followed by his torso. The tan stopped at his waist, leave a pale area from hips to mid thigh, marking the one of two places on his body, which never saw the sun. From mid thigh to mid calf, had the lightest tan. There was a second pale area on him, from where his boots always covered his lower legs and feet. They would also see a deal of short, light colored body hair, which was trimmed short but never shaved. His growing but still mild arousal, showed off that he could get to a respectable length, with pleasing girth, should any be interested in seeing him fully erect.<br><br>Sticking with the group, he walked into the next room and found himself standing between Nerys and Miranda, as they all handed over the folders. The strip of tape from his folder was placed higher up and further to the left on his chest, due mostly to the placement of his personal tattoo, a large Celtic Cross (http://www.ireland-fun-facts.com/images/complex_celtic_cross.jpg), which ran from just under his throat, down to his waist and from underarm to underarm. His teeth gritted a little, as the tape was burned into his skin, He could think of ten things that hurt worse right off the back. It left his name, that his blood was AB positive, Christian and the letters NKA beneath a barcode. He wasn’t overly religious but you did need to pray to someone, when your boat’s being tossed like a bath toy in a storm and there was a big cross inked into his skin.<br><br>“Maybe” whispered Scott with a smile, leaning a little towards Nerys, as she whispered a question to him, “They’ll take measurements and tattoo those on us. Not too humiliating for me I guess. Other then that, maybe this is when they’ll shave us or make us run around outside naked.”<br><br>“I’m cheaper than Amy” he said, straightening a little and looking over at Miranda, when she asked the going rate, “Three Loonies for me.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>12-08-2012, 06:44:12</strong>
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				In the next room the Recruits would receive haircuts. Men had to be shaved down, while women just had to have it cut above the shoulders. However both genders would have to have all facial and body hair lasered off to better fit into the regulation skinsuits. At least they wouldn't have to worry about shaving anymore. The Process took a surprisingly short amount of time all things considered. It was done by a small legion of contracted civilians, local women Armed with those fancy laser pencils the cool salons were using these days. This kind of makeover could cost hundreds of dollars in the civilian world, but here it was just a quick painful scorching as the lasers homed in on and systematically destroyed each hair follicle from the root. On the head the laser was slightly more gentile, but no less methodical. Just trimming each hair to a fraction of an inch for the men, or lobing off anything hanging below the shoulders for the women. Once the hair was gone, another squad of women used devices that looked not unlike supermarket checkout scanners to scan the body, measuring each square inch with LADAR. Taking measurements for the new uniforms they would receive.<br><br>At the end of the process the naked Recruits now had thousands of tiny burned hairs sticking to them, Necessitating the next stage. The Recruits left the laser wielding Africans behind and entered the showers, Inside was an Instructor wearing a raincoat and campaign hat. As soon as the Recruits entered he closed the doors and turned on the water. Ice cold. "ALRIGHT YOU NAKED APES, YOU LOST YOUR FUR, NOW LETS GET YOU CLEANED UP."
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kobrakid92</strong> on <strong>12-08-2012, 07:17:39</strong>
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				Gabe silently walked with the others into the processing station, his folder tightly held in his hand at his side. He stripped down naked as ordered, hoping no one would harass him about his red star tattoo. Once he stripped down he followed the others into the room, since he didn't bring any personal belongings' with him. In the next room he handed his folder to whoever he was instructed to as his tag was tattooed onto his skin via laser. It didn't hurt so much as it itched. As he waited to go to the next station he wondered how the others were doing. He could see that the others were handling it in their own way, most better than others. He just kept silent and did as told and would only speak when needed.<br><br>Next up was the haircut. It wouldn't take long for him since his hair was short already, though he wasn't expecting them to take off all of the hair from his body. The smell of burnt hair made his nose twitch a bit as he waited in line for the next station. Once instructed he stepped into the shower and walked to the shower head close to the instructor. A shower sounded nice at this point, that sadly wasn't the case when he felt the water hit him. The icy bitterness of the water made him jump a bit, taking a breath before stepping back under the water washing the hair off his body. On the upside the cold water cooled him off from the hot weather outside. Once he washed the hair off his body he turned to face the center of the shower room and waited for instructions. Hoping that the instructor wouldn't bust his balls about his tattoo or him turning to face the center.
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blinkin</strong> on <strong>12-08-2012, 11:52:37</strong>
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				Amy endoured the lasers, although her skin felt like she had sat out on a nude beach way too long... The haircut had been easy as her hair was already short andshe had expected either a scalding hot shower or an ice bath just from the lack of concern for comfort so far... she was disappointed and gasped at the spray, but it also felt good after a few moments and she took the opportunity to thoroughly scrub herself until the water ran out. When it was over, she looked toward the man in the raincoat and waited for more instructions... where they wearing leatards for uniforms?
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>12-08-2012, 18:09:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Character%20Portraits/RedheadSm1-1.png)</div>Wade wolf whistled at Scott when he stripped down, a grin curving her lips, "Nice! Hey, remind me to visit you in the showers later!" The redhead snickered and smacked the fisherman on his ass before they were all ushered along to the next step. She had to admit, she was a bit sad to get her hair chopped down to her shoulders, but it would grow back in time. She didn't think short hair was the look for her, though. The laser treatment wasn't half bad, though. "Alright! Free full Brazillian! This seems less like boot camp and more like a luxury resort. I wonder if we're going to get mud baths and facials next?" She kept on moving down the line, sticking with her group and keeping her eyes on them to see how they reacted to the treatments. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>12-08-2012, 19:43:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/598/breedaniels04.jpg)</div><br>The haircuts suddenly didn't seem so bad anymore.&nbsp; When they only took a couple inches off, she knew it wasn't that bad.&nbsp; Next came the lasers, but this was something she actually wanted, not having to worry about shaving every day.&nbsp; Little yelps and whimpers jumped out of her with each shock of the machine, but by the end of it, she barely even cared that she was naked and that people were watching her.&nbsp; It just...didn't seem that important, and there wasn't anything she could do anyway.<br><br>Far too late, she finally came up with a joke response to what Amy said, and told her, "How about a gamble?&nbsp; I'll trade you for half of all the cash I have on me right now?"&nbsp; It made her start feeling a little better, and she continued, "Who knows, maybe I have a million bucks in my pockets?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blinkin</strong> on <strong>12-08-2012, 21:24:37</strong>
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				Amy grinned, "That would depend on what you would do with my 9 pounds and 6 pents... I mean, I can use a million dollars to line my bunk, but it's a little bulky to take out to kill whatever we have to kill with... and they would probably take 90% of it just to keep us honest."<br><br>She thought for a moment then, "And what would we be wagering over? Who can get the hunky guy with the tan lines off the fastest?" She laughed softly and eyed the fisherman, "Could be a big job."
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>12-08-2012, 21:42:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/598/breedaniels04.jpg)</div><br>After listening to Amy's comment, she realized that she didn't tell it right, which made her blush a little bit.&nbsp; "I, um..."&nbsp; She took a breath to think of how to explain.&nbsp; "I didn't tell the joke right."&nbsp; Her eyes dropped a little.&nbsp; "It was supposed to be, I clearly don't have any pockets, so of course I don't have any money on me.&nbsp; I could have a million bucks on me, but obviously...never mind."&nbsp; She shook her head, mentally berating herself.<br><br>She noticed one of the boys staring at her, so her eyes fell upon him, staring right down at his package in an attempt to make him feel awkward.&nbsp; When it didn't work and he only got aroused, she looked away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blinkin</strong> on <strong>12-08-2012, 22:04:06</strong>
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				Amy laughed and reached out to touch the girl's arm, "It went over great, I was teasing you." She looked in the direction that the eyes were looking and Amy grinned, "Oh my... Ladies, I direct your attention to the main event!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>13-08-2012, 09:06:15</strong>
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				"Allright, I know you apes want to get to know each other better, but there will be plenty of time for grab-ass latter. This won't be your last group shower. Next up we're gonna have to give you all injections up your tight little asses to make sure you don't give each other anything." The rain-coated instructor barked as he turned the water off and pointed to the next room where there were towels and another long line. The Injections were, thankfully, not into the anus but in fact a hypospray into the carotid artery, Star Trek style. It felt like a punch in the neck and sometimes left a bruise, but the nanomachine payload was still much less of a hassle than the vaccinations of the past.<br><br>Delivering the hypo-sprays required actual medical professionals as opposed to local contractors. Necessitating yet another long line. This seemed to be planned for however as there was a waiting area with towels ready in the mean time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>14-08-2012, 00:25:41</strong>
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				As they were herded into the next room Scott was feeling pretty damn good, with a very pleased smile on his lips. Surrounded by the naked and lovely forms of the (mostly) women he had flown in, he had already been complimented by Wade. He would most certainly find the time to be in the showers with her. The wheels were already turning in his mind, wondering about what kinda things a sexy woman like her would be into, what one could get away with, in the likely basic showering facilities they would have around here. Plainly, she didn’t have any problem with exhibitionism or voyeurism.<br><br>The next room proved the fisherman right in at least two respects to his answer to Nerys. They were getting shaved and measured at the same time. The laser haircut didn’t bother him all that much, as it zap only about an inch, maybe an inch and a half from his head. However, he did mind the complete remove of the rest of his hair. For one thing, he planned on going back to fishing after his service and he liked growing a beard during the winter months, it helped to keep his face warm. The other problem he had with it, was the fact that it made it look like someone had zap his crotch with a time machine and turned the clock back to when he was ten, all be it leaving him the same size as an adult. He didn’t dig the hairless look on himself but didn’t mind it on the girls around him.<br><br>The shower was welcome if an unpleasant shock to the system at first. After the first few seconds, the cold water felt good on his skin, as it washed away the black covering his body and removed the vile smell of burnt hair out from under his nose. However, the iciness did put a damper on the blood flow to his recently shaved manhood. Slowed it so much, it was in reverse by the time the shower ended and the recruits were shuffled off to form a long line, to await medical injections. Drying off with the provided towel, he tossed it back on the rack. He didn’t feel the need to cover up, they had already seen him naked, why bother with wrapping a towel around his waist now?<br><br>Scott was glad he felt that way, in a few minutes. Ahead of him in line, Amy and Miranda very still talking. He caught the end of one sentence, something about getting a hunky guy with tanlines off the fastest and then their olympian was looking back at him. He flashed her a big smile, which all but screamed, “Ready and Willing Ma’am!”. He was ogling them both a little bit, eyebrow wiggling suggestively, when the ESPer looked back. Her eyes went right to his package, renewing the flow and swelling the muscle with pumping blood. He smiled wider when Amy looked down too, announcing him as the main event.<br><br>“Plenty to go around” he said with a chuckle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blinkin</strong> on <strong>14-08-2012, 00:42:12</strong>
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				Amy laughed softly at the excitable guy, "Scott, right?" She was drying her hair; seeing no real point in trying to hide her body after what they had just gone through; there wasn't much to hide to begin with, although she wasn't sure how she felt about being perminently shaven and feeling like she was 9 years old again... still, there was something to be said for never having to wax her legs again, right?<br><br>She tossed the towel into a hamper and smiled sweetly, "Be careful where you point that thing, it might go off and that would be a waste, don't you think?"<br><br>She wasn't oopposed to sex; she wasn't a virgin, but she wasn't sure yet how private the living situation was yet, and she wasn't an exhibitionist when it came to having sex... she liked it private and perferably energetic. "We'll have to see if my wager is taken, and then if there's someplace to... get to know each other."
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>14-08-2012, 00:48:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Character%20Portraits/RedheadSm1-1.png)</div>Wade winced when they injected her. One thing she didn't like was needles. Terrible invention. The lot of them should be broken and tossed out to sea. She rubbed her neck a little where the injection went in and strolled up to the others, grumbling a little. When she saw the ESP girl chatting with the Irish guy she grinned a touch. Pulling her towel off her shoulders, she twisted it up and give them both a playful smack on the ass with it. She was an expert in wet towel fighting. Whap! Whap! Right across two equally lovely asses! "You heard the angry army man, kiddies. Don't start goin' at it until later. They still wanna take our blood, give us an algebra test, and probably run us through a hallway of broken glass or somethin'."
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>14-08-2012, 01:15:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Brunettes/cl2-1.jpg)</div><br>Nerys was unthrilled with the next room. She didn't mind the haircut, it was more than she would have liked to have taken off of her long hair, but at least they didn't shave her head! The laser treatment she would have been glad to do without though! It was hard to hold herself perfectly still as the contractors removed any trace of body hair that wasn't on her head. Glancing down she all but wanted to groan at the sight of her pussy being entirely bald as well. She'd always kept it neatly trimmed but she'd lost any choice in what she might do with it...<em>ever</em>. <br><br>Her face was not happy and while she was looking down at her body, with the fine hairs clinging to her skin where they'd been singed off, she was ignoring most of the banter around her. As people move she simply followed and walked into the shower room with everyone else. The sudden shock of cold water snapped her out of her thought with a sharp gasp and she was quick and efficient in getting herself clean to get out of the cold spray.<br><br>She also made a surreptitious glance around at the men in the room and found herself torn between whether she liked the look of them hairless or not. In truth she'd always liked a bit of hair on her lovers, enjoyed playing her fingers through their chest hair when snuggling with them, or the contrasting feel of their hair against her own smooth skin, the rough scratch of stubble between her thighs. She'd lose that with any of the men here now...tough she had to admit that not having to worry about catching a stray hair in her teeth when giving a blow job did appeal. No one liked that.<br><br>Following into the next room, she was glad to grab a towel and wrap it around her body, not for modesty's sake but for the added warmth after the cold of the shower. It wasn't as good as actual clothes would be, but it was better than nothing. <br><br>Holding still she let the medics use the hypospray on her and fought the urge to groan as the drug cocktail slammed into her artery. Giving her head a shake she wanted to ask the medic a few questions about the drugs they'd been given and the hypospray itself but she was already being pushed forward so that the next person could step into line to get the shot.
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>14-08-2012, 01:41:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/598/breedaniels04.jpg)</div><br>She followed along towards the towels when the water turned off, but wasn't able to beat Wade there, and yelped sharply as she got a towel to the tush.&nbsp; "Ow!&nbsp; Hey!"&nbsp; One of her arms went to guard her butt, which left her breasts exposed and gently waving until she could get a towel for herself.<br><br>She kept her eyes away from Scott for now, not wanting to know if he was still watching her but not sure how to get out of her backfired plan.&nbsp; She waited her turn, and when the shot came to her neck, she yelped and rubbed the sore shot.&nbsp; A bruise was rapidly forming, but with so much happening all at once, she just didn't seem to know what should bother her most.<br><br>Once that was done, she moved to the waiting area and plopped down to take a seat.&nbsp; She really wanted to take a nap, but that might take a while.
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blinkin</strong> on <strong>14-08-2012, 02:03:14</strong>
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				Amy continued down the line and with a grimace, accepted the shot. She had been expecting the shot, so she didn't cry out like she had at the plastic tatooing... still, it hurt and she moved on rubbing the bruise on her neck, "What's next? sandpapering the fingerprints? stitching boots onto the bottoms of our feet?"<br><br>She plopped down in a chair and took what time she could to rest; she was sure that things weren't gong to get any better... "Anyone remember an old movie called "Aliens?" There's a line in it... "Hey Sarge, how do I get out of this chicken-shit outfit..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>14-08-2012, 03:19:30</strong>
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				“No worries about that” said Scott, as Amy teased him about going off and wasting, “Its takes more then just swing it around to geeGAH!”<br><br>The fisherman hopped into the air slightly, as a wet towel smacked against his ass. It wasn’t so much that it hurt, although there was a red mark on the pale skin of his backside but the suddenness of it. He was starting to turn, to see who’d done it, when Miranda yelped from a second lash of the towel, her arm going to protect her exposed rear and releasing her breasts. Now there some a sight he enjoyed and he was smiling when he saw Wade with a coiled towel. He arched a disapproving eyebrow at her and wiggle a finger in the classic “bad girl/boy” manner but prove it to be mock anger as he couldn’t stop the chuckle from working it way out of his chest.<br><br>“You only did that” claimed Scott, as the line for the shots moved on, “Because you're not in on their bet yet!”<br><br>Laughing softly, he watched the medical professional have to stretch up on tiptoes, to get the hypo-spray to his neck. It stopped as the sharp but quick sting of the blast of air, pushing a dose of nanites his carotid artery. Rubbing his neck slightly, he stepped away, going to stand with his group of fellow recruits, a small bruise forming under his fingers. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>14-08-2012, 03:27:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Character%20Portraits/RedheadSm1-1.png)</div>Wade grinned and hooked her towel around her neck again, seemingly unashamed of her nudity (and her new hairless skin - hell, she kept herself shaved anyway). "That's because, stud, it's an unspoken fact that you ALWAYS bet on Wade. I might not be a kickass psychic or a friggin' doctor or somethin', but explosives and fire are usually a pretty solid solution for any problem." The redhead winks and grins. She strolls over and has herself a seat next to the others in the waiting area. "Might as well sit, y'know. As soon as we're dressed they're probably gonna make us run five mines - an' this time I'm not even kidding." She crossed one leg over the other and folded her arms behind her head. Hopefully she'd get at least five minutes to kick back before they were hustled to the next area. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>14-08-2012, 10:29:58</strong>
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				Rather than be rushed along, the group was allowed to wait after receiving the injection. Not untill the entire platoon had received the spray, were they herded into the next room, where uniforms were waiting in shrink wrapped packages.<br><br>The Standard UNSF uniform was a skin-tight gray bodysuit that could double as an extremely flimsy spacesuit in an emergency with the addition of a helmet. However as those had to be custom fitted, the Recruits would not receive them for another week. Dress uniforms were also something that would have to be earned. Right now all they were issued were running shoes, tube socks, a canteen, Flashlight, PT uniforms, a plain blue beret, and a raincoat. As well as a satchel containing a few manuals and textbooks.<br><br>The PT uniforms consisted of a pair of shorts and an over-enginnered jock strap for guys, and a thong and similarly over-engineered sports-bra for girls. Both genders received a blue tank top with the UN logo the same medical information that was now tattooed onto everyone's chest, and the word TRAINEE in big block letters. Also included were a set of sweats to wear over the PT uniforms, however these seemed unlikely to get any use in this climate. Until the other uniforms arrived, this was what they would be wearing for the first few weeks.
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>15-08-2012, 06:08:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/598/breedaniels04.jpg)</div><br>Once she had a set of clothes, she obviously felt better and more relaxed, covering herself up quickly and starting to put on the sweats until the sense of the climate stopped her.&nbsp; She started checking through the satchel, noticed the books and asked, "So when should we get to reading?"&nbsp; The idea of getting to just lay back and curl up with a book definitely felt appealing, even if she doubted that the books had anything that would truly interest her.<br><br>Life had its own cruel way of jumping erratically from joy to despair, never leaving the sorrow on long enough for it to kill you and never allowing the happiness last long enough to enjoy it while it was present.&nbsp; Around this base, the fluctuation felt all too forced, as if to make sure to make them all pliable.
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blinkin</strong> on <strong>15-08-2012, 13:27:35</strong>
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				Amy looked at the bra, "This is... interesting..." but then decided to get dressed before they took the clothing back, or worse, told them to take it with them and they could put it on later...<br><br>She didn't dress quickly, but did feel better with clothing on again.<br><br>She looked at the books, "Classes... they're text books. I suspect that you'll get to read them on those 3 or 4 hours you're suppose to be sleeping and then have test in class."
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>15-08-2012, 14:05:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Character%20Portraits/RedheadSm1-1.png)</div>Wade frowned a little, "Well, guys an' gals, take your last look at me 'cause it's time to cover up this work of art." she grinned a touch and struck a little pose for her onlookers before getting dressed in the PT clothes. It wasn't a bad little ensemble, really. Kind of like what she wore while working out back home. She didn't think she looked half bad, either. The sweats she didn't touch and when it came to the books she almost recoiled in horror, "Blech! Are we expected to read all this? I can feel myself gettin' a headache already! Hey! Psst!" she leaned towards the ESP girl, "If we get tested, lemme copy offa you, Goldie. I'm not really the book learnin' type; I learn by actually doin' stuff, y'know? Reading and preparing is for nerds. No offense." <br><br>Leaning back, Wade set the books aside and glanced around the room, "I sure as hell hope the ratio of shooting to reading is gonna lean more heavily towards the former."
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>16-08-2012, 03:43:28</strong>
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				“Always bet on Wade huh” mused Scott under his breath, laughing softly, “I’ll remember that.”<br><br>Smiling to himself, the former fisherman found a spot against the wall and leaned back, getting comfortable. He even dozed for a handful of minutes, until the last of the large group had their neck jabbed and the whole crew was moved on to the next room, where packages were handed out. He looked over the uniform, arching an eyebrow at the overly complicated jockstrap (how much engineering does one have to put into something like that, honesty?) and looking more than surprised at the sweats. While he could understand it could be a hassle to issuing clothing for each climate, when they got to that climate but sweats in the middle of Africa? Good God, if they had to wear those, they’d all die!<br><br>After getting dressed, he pulled on the shoes they had been issued and tugged the beret over his freshly shaven head. He stuffed the sweats, flashlight and raincoat into the satchel and pulled out one of the manuals, starting to flip through it. While he liked to read (he did, just look at the worn pages of his favorite book, The Hobbit), manuals were not his favorite things. Oh he was used to reading them, his old skipper made every deckhand read the manuals for the equipment aboard his ship, so they didn’t break anything while working or standing watch. His ears perked up however, wearing Wade complain about book learning and there was a wicked smile on his lips, as he stepped over.<br><br>“Well there should be more shooting” said Scott, “But you never know, this isn’t the Stone Age Love, we have fancy new weapons of war, things that might break if you try to hit someone with them.”<br><br>He chuckled and changed his smile to something much more friendly, to just that he was just teasing. No need to make a sexy thing like her angry with him, might take away the only fun this training camp had to offer. Well, okay, not the only fun thing, there were a few more girls in the group he was hoping to stay with, like Amy and Nerys but he’d rather be welcome in every bunk, then just one or two.<br><br>“And does this mean” he added, “That we can’t always bet on Wade?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kobrakid92</strong> on <strong>16-08-2012, 08:03:40</strong>
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				Gabe followed the others into the next room where he received the hypo-spray. It didn't hurt but it left his neck with a pretty obvious bruise. He was quickly moved so the next person could get theirs. He moved over to a nearby chair, his eyes scanning the women he had arrived with. He let his mind wonder while he waited to be moved into the next room. He stepped to a package without a bra, at least he didn't make the mistake of accidently picking a women's uniform. He silently chuckled at the thought before slowly getting dressed in the pt uniform. His eyes then went to the sweats. He had trained in sweats before but not in weather like in Africa, unless there was a winter season there that he didn't know about yet.<br><br>He glanced at the beret before opening the satchel to look at the textbooks and manuals. He'd never been much for reading unless it was about an opponent, and even then he mostly watched them. He glanced off to the side to see on the people he'd flown in with put the flashlight and raincoat into the satchel. It looked like a good idea so he decided to follow his example. He opened one of the manuals and began reading it, hoping to learn about what kind of weapons they would be using in the future.
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>16-08-2012, 10:52:34</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">"Managing recoil in Nul-G enviroments: All actions have an equal and opposite reaction. When you discharge a weapon, and equal amount of energy is applied both to the projectile and the firearm itself. On earth this energy is absorbed by the operator's arms and legs and dissipated harmlessly into the ground. However in free-fall this energy has nowhere to go and will instead push the operator around. While the operator's inertia reduces the amount of acceleration when compared to the much lighter projectile, the amount of thrust is still enough to be a significant factor in a firefight. [Fig A, a diagram of a man with a gun with arrows pointing in both directions showing the action and reaction]<br>One problem encountered by operators inexperienced in microgravity combat is angular momentum caused by conventional shooting stances. In freefall, the operator's body becomes a lever with a fulcrum located at his center of mass, by firing there weapon off of the shoulder as on earth, the operator is applying force at the far end of the lever, sending it into an uncontrollable spin. [Fig B, A diagram of a man spinning around as he fires his weapon, with his center of mass labeled, one arrow indicates circular motion, and another indicates the direction of fire]<br>To Avoid this, the operator should brace himself against a secure object before firing from the shoulder. If no such object is available, firing off the hip is an acceptable alternative. By centering the firearm along an axis through the operator's center of mass, the weapon's recoil is directed in an easily manageable straight line. Although the ability to aim the weapon accurately is sacrificed, this firing stance is useful for covering fire while escaping from a disadvantageous situation. As the weapon's fire with both push you away from your target and deter pursuers. [Fig C, A diagram of a man firing his weapon from the hip, the arrows are pointing in opposite directions]<br>If the operator is equipped with a thruster pack and a smart-linked weapon, recoil can be compensated by the thrusters. Remember however that doing so expends reaction mass as well as ammunition, both of which are valuable resources in microgravity combat. As before, angular momentum can be prevented by firing the weapon along an axis through the operator's center of mass. By firing from a prone position the operator not only prevents himself from spinning, but presents a smaller target to the enemy's return fire..."[Fig D, a diagram of a man with a jetpack, holding his gun in front of him as he floats in the prone position, there are a bunch of arrows, big ones pointing in both directions from the gun, as well as small ones coming from the jetpack, the caption explains that the net acceleration felt by the man is zero.]</span></span></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>It's pretty darn dry. There are a few chapters on weapons and tactics, particularly on zero gravity, but most of it is painfully basic and general. Flipping through the pages you see diagrams of how to disassemble a pulse rifle, or how to attach a helmet and gloves to turn the uniform into an emergency spacesuit. It also explains that the Jockstrap and sports bra are apparently rated for up to 4gs, and designed to be worn over a spacesuit while the ship is accelerating. For PT on earth they are optional, but suggested for the comfort of the more endowed personnel. It also says that 4g is the maximum allowed for humans, anything more than that and the crew have to be placed in suspension pods.<br><br>After a long period of waiting, drying, and skimming, a short brown woman in a Blue campaign hat and a Vietnamese army dress uniform enters the room. "ROOM TENCH HUT!" The tiny woman shouts with the voice and authority of somebody 10 times her size.
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>16-08-2012, 22:54:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/598/breedaniels04.jpg)</div><br>She gave Wade a gentle smile at the request to copy.&nbsp; Miranda didn't really care, although she also didn't want to get in trouble.&nbsp; "I'll try," she said, opening up the book to read through.&nbsp; <br><br>After a while, she started squinting and really concentrating.&nbsp; "Okay, I think I understand this.&nbsp; When you're in zero gravity, the gun will push you, so you'll want to prepare for that and use it for getting around."&nbsp; She thought for a moment.&nbsp; "You remember in that holo where Johnny Upstart got stuck in the middle of space, so he shot his gun behind him and it pushed him back towards his ship?&nbsp; It's like that."<br><br>As soon as the new woman came in, though, Miranda quickly put the book away, standing up and standing at attention the way that the first guy had taught her.&nbsp; Her eyes stared mostly straight ahead, though she did take a look at the woman to make sure to recognize her.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blinkin</strong> on <strong>16-08-2012, 23:54:42</strong>
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				Amy jumped up and into the attention position as if shocked by a cattle-prod... or a fair facimile thereof... at the sound of the command; her eyes wide in surprise.<br><br>Daring to look to the side with her eyes alone, she took in the little thing with the huge voice and almost squeaked as a manual thunked to the floor at her feet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>18-08-2012, 03:12:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Character%20Portraits/RedheadSm1-1.png)</div>Wade grinned at Scott, "I think yer forgettin' that I'm going to be a Combat Engineer. It's my job to break things, most of the time," she said. Then she winked at him, "When I say always I mean always. I never go back on anything I say." <br><br>The redhead brushed her fingers through her hair, letting out a momentary sigh as she remembered that most of it had been lopped off. Damn. Well, it would grow back. She'd miss her long hair 'til then, though. When Miranda spoke up Wade bobbed her head a little bit, "Yeah, yeah. That's easy enough. No gravity means any little force pushes you a ways, right? That's how they should explain it. Show us a clip from that movie an' go 'It's like this, but with science' and we call it a day and go to the target range." She cracked her winning grin again.<br><br>As she was about to make another joke, their little tea party was so rudely interrupted by a tiny lady with a huge voice. Wade quickly stood up ramrod straight and kept her eyes forward, even when she heard Amy squeak as her book fell. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>18-08-2012, 03:19:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/598/breedaniels04.jpg)</div><br>After Wade's comment about the clip, Miranda couldn't help but smile a little.&nbsp; It gave her an idea, and while everyone lined up, Miranda took a moment to reach out and briefly touch Wade's hand.&nbsp; Having physical contact made things a little easier to pass on a thought.<br><br><em>The classroom felt so cold today; she was stuck far away from the radiator again, and it was hard to concentrate when you couldn't hear the teacher over your own chattering teeth.&nbsp; Everything was droning on like usual, so boring, without any attempt to indulge the mind or senses beyond rote memorization of useless words.&nbsp; Surely there had to be a better way.</em><br><br>Miranda still couldn't do it completely well, and ended up feeling a little dizzy afterwards, but the basic idea was there.&nbsp; She still gave Wade a nod as if to say that the young woman was exactly right.
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>18-08-2012, 03:49:52</strong>
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				The short woman marched across the room in perfectly measured strides, slapping the Barret off of Private Hancock's head "NO COVER INDOORS" without even pausing or turning her head as she passed. At the far end of the room she did an inhumanly graceful about face before spreading her legs at slight angle with her feet exactly 10 inches apart, and placing both hands behind her back. "This is position of Parade Rest. When I give command you will assume it. Is this understood?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>19-08-2012, 04:41:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Brunettes/cl2-1.jpg)</div><br>Nerys got dressed, like everyone else, and felt a bit better for being covered, but she would have just about killed to have one of her own sports bras instead of the over engineered, uncomfortable, piece of crap they'd issued her. Still she could live with it for a few weeks. The tank top was comfortable enough but the thong made her scrunch up her nose again. Really? The guys got shorts and the girls were expected to do PT in a thong? Despite the heat she grabbed the sweat pants and simply shoved the legs up to her knees in a makeshift version of shorts.<br><br>She didn't mind people seeing her body, but she'd be damned if she wanted to be scrubbing dust and grit out of her asscrack every damned night!<br><br>Leaning against the wall she looked through the bag she'd been given as well and was more interested in the medical manual than the passage about firing a rifle in zero gravity. She knew she should probably have been a bit more social but part of her figured there'd be plenty of time for that and couldn't resist&nbsp; flipping through the manual just a bit.<br><br>At least until a tiny woman with the voice of a man four times her size came into the room!<br><br>When that woman yelled, Nerys snapped to just like everyone else!<br><br>Listening, and watching, as the woman showed them how to stand at parade rest, and asked if they understood, Nerys said, "Sir, yes Sir!" as the Gunny had told them to say to anyone ranking over them (which was everyone) but since the woman hadn't given the command, she remained still, though her body was clearly tensed to move the moment she heard the woman give the order.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>19-08-2012, 07:43:54</strong>
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				Fortunately for Specialist Nerys, she wasn't the only one to make the mistake of calling the woman a Sir, and the following Tirade was directed at the whole room. "Do I look like Sir to you? I am Sergeant Major Nguyen, and you will refer to me and all other female non-commissioned officers as Ma'am, is that clear." There was a round of confused "Ma'am"s "Yes Ma'am"s, and "Ma'am Yes Ma'am"s<br><br>Sergeant Major Nguyen scowled at the group "It's not hard! Just like Gunny teach you, only Ma'am instead of sir. First word Ma'am, then whatever your lousy mouth has to say, and then Ma'am once more. Try Again, All Together!"<br>The second time things were more consistent, but the sounds of each cadet's voice were offset by as much as three whole seconds from the first to the last Ma'am. "You all sound pathetic. I should keep you in here until you shape up, But I have to get you back to Barracks before dark." Nyugen explained before finaly bringing the room to Parade rest. "You waste enough of my time already! Get your things and form up outside. DISMISSED!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>19-08-2012, 13:07:41</strong>
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				Scott chuckled softly at Wade’s answer and bowed slightly, signaling her win. She was right of course, her job would be to break stuff. However, the owner of the aforementioned stuff was going to be important. She should be breaking the <span class="bbc_u">enemy’s</span> stuff, not her own or her teammate’s. Hopefully, the drill instructors would get her to understand that, before she destroyed some of their gear, which is to say, his gear. Of course, she could always pay him back for anything lost but he doubted that an “I’m sorry” blowjob and fuck, would make up for the shit he’d catch for letting anything he was responsible get blown up by Wade.<br><br>He was about to flip through to another section in the manual he was holding, when a very loud voice called the lot of them to attention. After a second’s hesitation, he pulled himself into stance the Gunny had taught them before they had entered the processing building, tucking the manual under his right arm. Mismatched eyes widened slightly, when a small women marched down the line of recruits. A look of shock passed over his face, as the tiny figure not only smacked him with a line about no hat inside but for mere fact that she had been able to reach up to the top of his six feet and four inch frame. Automatically, his left hand grabbed the falling beret, as he shot a few daggers at the woman’s back.<br><br>Like a majority of the others, he snapped back a “Sir Yes Sir”, as the plainly superior instructor of some kind demanded if they understand Parade Rest and if they would assume it when instructed. This unfortunately was the wrong thing to say, as it turned out, seeing as it set the small women off in a very loud scream about her bring a Ma’am and demanding that they do it right. They were then forced to repeat it and show they could stand in the new stance, before being dismissed, which apparently meant forming up outside.<br><br>Scott stuffed the manual into his bag, slung it over his shoulder and headed out the door, trying to keep from catching Sergeant Major Nguyen’s eye. Once outside, he glanced around a bit, keeping the beret under his arm, in case they were supposed to be wearing it now. No one had told them how to form up yet. He wasn’t sure if they should be doing it by height, sex or age. If any of the movies he had seen had been correct, it would be by height, or at least thats what he thought the answer to his own private question was. Not really wanting to be out in front, he grudgingly edged his way to the head of the line. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>20-08-2012, 05:25:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Character%20Portraits/RedheadSm1-1.png)</div><br>Miranda grabbing her hand was the first surprise. The other woman's thought passing through her head was the second and far more interesting surprise. She'd never really known a psychic before. So that's what it was like, huh? Wade felt odd at having someone else poking around in her brain like that, however brief. It was oddly intimate. She eyed the blonde and returned the little nod. Her attention was soon drawn away by the short, loud woman addressing them all. <br><br>Wade winced when she heard that 'Sir, yes sir' slip out of someone on the line. She knew right off that wasn't going to fly. It sucked to see mistakes like that happen and she knew that if they made errors like that later the entire squad would probably be punished, not just the person who slipped up. Hopefully she wouldn't be responsible for too many of those herself. When the line snapped back a "Ma'am, yes ma'am!" she joined in with the rest and looked rather relieved that they were pretty much off the hook. Wade also hoped that being led to the barracks would give them a little bit of time to settle in before the real work began. <br><br>As they were called outside she hefted her bag and jogged out of the building with the rest of the group. God damn it was hot outside. On the plus side, the thong they'd been issued was great at showing off her ass and keeping her from being over-dressed. Double win. As long as she didn't fall on her ass she'd be all set. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>20-08-2012, 06:18:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/598/breedaniels04.jpg)</div><br>The "sir" that came out of her mouth wasn't even consciously considered; she'd just already told herself to just do it as quickly as possible before she got in trouble.&nbsp; She was deeply blushing by the time things were fixed, but she quickly converted it to, "Ma'am, yes, ma'am!"<br><br>Then they were dismissed, and she followed along with everyone to take around her things.&nbsp; So far, everything didn't seem to be too bad.&nbsp; Maybe she really was worrying for nothing.&nbsp; Maybe they would get to rest for a bit and study the book.&nbsp; Maybe not, but...they would find out.<br><br>Wade got a gentle smile in return.&nbsp; People seemed nice so far, and that was the most important thing.&nbsp; She knew that she was going to have to trust a lot of her lives to these people.&nbsp; In the movies, it was always the gruff, uncaring types that were best with weapons, but she'd gladly take her chances with kinder people.
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>20-08-2012, 09:13:59</strong>
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				"HATS ON OUTSIDE!" Came the shrill voice as the group exited the building. Outside the sun was beginning to set and the Cadets found another set of footprints to stand on. Four neat little rows. Once Everyone was standing mostly in line, Sargent Major Nguyen stood in front of the assembled platoon and instructed them "If you are taller than the person standing in front of you, tap them on the shoulder and take there place, If you feel somebody tap your shoulder. DO THIS NOW!" After a few moments of awkward shuffling the formation was neatly organized by height. Then the Sargent gave them a quick rundown on how to march in formation before giving the order and calling out a Candace as she led them onwards.<br><br>...It didn't help at all that the Candace was in Vietnamese. The Rhythm didn't need a language, but many recruits quickly made the mistake of trying to listen to the words, throwing them off step. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blinkin</strong> on <strong>20-08-2012, 12:40:07</strong>
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				Amy hadn't made the mistake of the 'sir' thing, but her own mother insisted on a "yes Ma'am" when being addressed, and the maid had always used it, so it came naturally off of her tongue.<br><br>She hefted her bag and followed the other outside, where she found herself in the middle of the outside line and a cap on her head. Listening to the instructions, she quickly found herself out of step and skipped.. and skipped... and skipped again as she tried to match her step with others who were out of step and trying to match their steps... She felt like she was in a game of hopscoch with a marching band.
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>21-08-2012, 09:19:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/598/breedaniels04.jpg)</div><br>It just never seemed to end.&nbsp; She probably hadn't even been here that long, but she was really feeling tired.&nbsp; She wanted to just get situated in this place and not have to deal with all of this crazy crap.&nbsp; There couldn't be that much more that she had to deal with, though...hopefully...<br><br>She got on the footprints and then marched along with everyone, but her thoughts were starting to drift, occasionally throwing her off from the repetitive pace until she got the hang of it.&nbsp; Simple rhythm always seemed to be anything but for her, which was why she was such a terrible dancer.&nbsp; Perhaps it was because time didn't seem to always want to be linear for her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>21-08-2012, 21:46:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1205.photobucket.com/albums/bb440/Khadavla/936full-jana-defi.jpg)</div>Koivu, Kaija Eerika<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Kaija stripped down with the others easily enough, starting by untying the little nothing of a blouse that held her breasts together and tossing it into the box, then enjoying a look around at her year mates while slipping out of boots, jeans, panties and a few bracelets to bare a neatly trimmed bit of pussy hair.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Noticing that Miranda was having a hard time, she quickly gave the blond girl a tight hug.&nbsp; “You look fine,” she whispered, “And you’re going to do fine.&nbsp; We all are.”&nbsp; Kaija hurried through to the next room.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She managed to bite back an indignant cry at the ugly tattoo, telling herself it was important to the process that would get her into space, and she could have it removed when the adventure was done.&nbsp; She couldn’t quite bring herself to join in with the jests, though.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Kaija grit her teeth not to burst into tears when over a foot of hair fell away from her shoulders, but she couldn’t stop a tear and a growl when her neatly trimmed delta, which she’d trimmed herself with secret pride for the last 3 years, was removed from her entirely—and permanently.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;This is mine, she growled again.&nbsp; Nothing is going to stop me.&nbsp; She strode with stern, secure pace into the showers and let the cold bombard her bare flesh.&nbsp; Let the southerners squeal at the chill—she’d been in colder for a swim test when she was seven!&nbsp; This is my trophy, my goal, my journey to the stars, and no one and nothing is going to get in my way!&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Too psyched to relax and enjoy the banter, she grabbed for soap and worked herself quickly clean; trying to pretend her big aureoles weren’t stiff and tingling.&nbsp; That gave her strength to endure the punch of the hypo spray without so much as a grunt.&nbsp; Is this an honest to god nanite immune boost?&nbsp; Wow.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She sat stoically and relaxed for a bit then, finding herself smiling at the banter, even blushing a little.&nbsp; Wow, that red haired girl is brave!&nbsp; I don’t think I’m a prude, but…&nbsp; Wow.&nbsp; Wade found deep, dark eyes lingering on her in admiration.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When the clothes finally came, she gave a bit of a relaxed smile at the thong and pt uniform.&nbsp; They’d actually found a sports bra in her size!&nbsp; Wow!&nbsp; She donned it to just to realize that—while she had the support she needed, it pushed up her cleavage a bit higher than she would like…&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Shaking her head, she found herself blushing a bit regretfully to watch all the other beautiful people covering up.&nbsp; The Finnish girl finished dressing by pulling on her socks and lacing her shoes.&nbsp; Then she looked to the strawberry blond girl she’d hugged earlier.&nbsp; Shed’ just mentioned the reading.&nbsp; Kaija bit her lower lip nervously.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“This is mine,” she whispered, echoing her earlier thoughts, “Nothings coming between me and the stars.&nbsp; Not drill sergeants, not hostile aliens, and certainly not books.”&nbsp; The words set a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach.&nbsp; The books certainly felt like the harshest opponents!&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Amy’s comment about reading them in the three or four hours they were supposed to be sleeping, then suffering a test brought a despairing groan form her lips.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When Wade voiced her own groans aloud, and suggested cheating off of the psychic girl, she looked up at the redhead again, this time her smile was almost grateful, and she giggled nervously.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As the books slowly came out, Kaija hesitantly dug through hers and relief slowly filled her.&nbsp; Coming to the part on micro-gravity combat—mediocre grades or not she knew what micro-gravity was.&nbsp; This was like reading a sport book set in space.&nbsp; She glanced up to Scott with a grin.&nbsp; “Don’t be silly, sailor.&nbsp; This isn’t a manual, this is a play book!”&nbsp; She grinned in delight and continued absorbing it as fast as she could…&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She offered Miranda a full lipped grin.&nbsp; “You saw that hollo too?&nbsp; I loved it.”&nbsp; <br>Only to groan loudly when she reached the schematics on plasma rifles.&nbsp; “Okay…&nbsp; It’s a manual.”&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She grumbled, then leapt to her feet when the Vietnamese officer entered.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Wow, she thought, realizing that this imposing person with the voice of a pagan god was a woman!&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Wow…&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>23-08-2012, 10:16:48</strong>
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				The platoon marched it's way alongside the runway as the last light faded over the horizon. As the cadence continued the rythm started to seep into the cadets and work it's way down there legs until they started to move in step. The arm swinging was still not coordinated, and most of them were still bobbing up and down. Not to mention the spacing was horrendous. If Sergent-major Nguyen had a few hours to spare she would have probably made them go back and do it again until they got it right. But with the new training program, there were many details that needed ironing out, in-processing had taken longer than expected, and she was under strict orders to get the new trainees into the mess and then in bed as soon as humanely possible.<br><br>"Platoon HALT!" Came her order as the group came to a flat two story building shaped like a giant plus sign. Several of these had been visible from the shuttle when the cadets first arrived. The platoon shambled onto one of four concrete pads located between the building's for wings. A perfect place to organize formations, practice drill, or do PT on.<br><br>Turning around with the same, seemingly permanent, look of disdain Seargent-Major Nguyen addressed the platoon once more. "When I dismiss you, you will enter the building, sign your name, pick up a tray, and wait in line for dinner. You do not yet have ID chips, so you will sign your name on the board. Am I understood?"<br>There was a short pause before a round of uncoordinated "Ma'am yes ma'am"s rang out from the mouth of the tired and hungry cadets. This was followed by a "I can't hear you, TRY AGAIN!" from the Sergent Major, and repeated itself two more times before she finally relented and shouted "DISMISSED!" Allowing the Platoon to flood into the facility while she turned away and entered the building through another door.<br><br>Most of the inside of the building, or at least this wing of it, was a large cafeteria Staffed by&nbsp; African women wearing white aprons over colorful dresses, more civilian contractors. They served various colors and flavors of disgusting looking texture-less slop. Scooped up with ice cream scoops and splashed onto the tray. After this was some vegetable like things and a square of bread or biscuit-like substance. Nex there was a bunch of glasses of water, milk, and some kind of blue colored energy drink. A sign told the trainees that at least 3 glasses of water were MANDATORY with each meal. Lastly, each trainee was given a silver foil packet containing a large pill, which was also mandatory. If any of the cadets let there eyes wander from the food placed in front of them, they would notice a glass case containing various types of deserts, cakes, ice creams, puddings, and pies. How tempting.
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blinkin</strong> on <strong>23-08-2012, 12:37:47</strong>
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				Amy signed her name and picked up the tray. She took a deep breath, knowing somewhere in her heart that the food would be unappitizing, uneatable and the best that could be said about would be... "Well, it'll make a turd."<br><br>She passed through the line and swallowed as the... stuff... was dropped onto her tray and she took a glass of milk, one of the blue power drinks and 2 glasses of water. She wondered if the power drink or milk would count as the water requirement.<br><br>She understood the requirement for water, the environment would draw it out of them in the form of sweat and staying hydrated was something she understood.<br><br>She paused at the case of desserts and unless she was stopped, she took the most caleries heavy one she could find... again, calaries would be required to keep up with the amount of energy being used over the next few days.<br><br>With her tray packed, she made her way to a table and sat down. "Yummy." she siad as she steeled herself and pushed a fork into a scoop of... slop.
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>23-08-2012, 21:45:37</strong>
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				As Amy picked up the desert, a drill instructor chatting with one of the contractors on the other side of the room stoped what he was doing and began to move silently towards her. Parting the crowd like a shark passing through a school of fish he approached her un-noticed until the shadow of his campaign hat silhouetted itself onto the table. "Enjoying your dinner cadet?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>24-08-2012, 02:46:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Character%20Portraits/RedheadSm1-1.png)</div><br>During the lineup and subsequent march she found herself next to Kaija, the two ladies of similar height. Wade couldn't help but admire the gorgeous woman's curves and thanked God for the revealing uniform they were wearing. It gave her more to ogle on the pretty ladies around her. She was thankful when the march was over, though, because she had about as much rhythm as a car crash. She hung close to Kaija when they stepped into the cafeteria, Wade hooking an arm around the tall gal's waist and pulling her in close, "C'mere you. I need someone as cool as me to sit with." The redhead grinned and winked, slid her hand down and pinched the buxom woman's backside, then grabbed a tray, signed her name and stepped into line. <br><br>Wade scrunched up her nose at the sight of some... kind of.. mash hitting her plate. She poked at it with a fork and raised both brows at the server, whom simply shrugged at her and bade her to move on. She slid down the line, thankful at getting something looking like bread and vegetables; those, at least, she could eat. "Lookit this food. I'm pretty sure makin' us eat it is a war crime. It looks like sewer runoff and smells like the back end of a wet moose in spring."&nbsp; She sighed.<br><br>Flagging down Kaija, she walked with the other woman to an empty table and had a seat. The redhead prodded her mash with her fork for a moment and looked across at the buxom gal, "Trade you my pile of mush for yer biscuit."
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>24-08-2012, 03:00:45</strong>
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				Hearing the bellow of the tiny Sergeant Major, Scott snatched the beret from under his arm and crammed the blue hat atop his shaven head. For some reason he just couldn’t explain, there was a spike of fear running through the core of his being, every time he heard the sound of her voice. He relaxed, just slightly, as Nguyen instructed them to form lines by height. He had guessed correctly, standing out in the front, even if he wanted to be far away from the Vietnamese woman, as he possibly could, at least until he figured out just how she had been able to smack the beret off the top of his head.<br><br>When the march started, the sailor had a hard time getting into step, even with the Sergeant Major calling out a rhythm. He was more used to moving with the random swells of the sea, then regimented steps in formation. He walked with a rolling gait, still feeling the illusions of self-motion, often stepping wide and leaning a little to the side. Which is why he hated being out in front, it was much easier for the Sergeant Major to spot when he was falling out of step. A passing thought pondered if the cross on his chest was good enough to keep the eastern demon in charge of them at bay.<br><br>He was grateful when the platoon was called to halt in front of a strangely shaped building. Any longer and he thought he’d take a full blast of death glare from Nguyen’s eyes. With the rest, he shouted three "Ma'am yes ma'am"s, before she allowed the lot of the new recruits get something to eat. Being in front, he was one of the first to sign in and collect a tray from the stack, before stepping into the line. The food inside however, resembled something he had once seen a greenhand spew across the deck, during a bout of heavy weather. Going down the line, he collected a scoop of brown slop, green goo, something that looked like creamed corn and a biscuit. He added three glasses of water and a blue energy drink to his tray, in the hopes it could wash down the...food. He was about to go find a place to sit down, when he noticed the case of desserts and thanked God for it. He normally would have taken pudding but given the state of the meal, chose a piece of chocolate cake instead. Sitting down at a table, he stared at the food and pondered if it was worth eating. Spoon in hand, he was hesitating over the green goo, when he was joined by Amy.<br><br>“I know” said Scott, with a half laugh, “Can’t wait to dig in.”<br><br>Smiling slightly, he took a scoop of the green stuff and was raising it the spoon to his mouth, when he noticed the instructor looming over Amy. Trying to catch her attention without speaking, he started glancing at her face and then behind her, his miscolored eyes dancing but it wasn’t enough, as she didn’t catch on before the drill instructor spoke. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blinkin</strong> on <strong>24-08-2012, 13:36:02</strong>
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				Amy had just gotten up the courage to slip a small forkfull of the brown... sludge.. into her mouth when she heard the voice and looked up, swallowing without tasting the stuff.<br><br>She replaced the fork on her try and stood, coming to attention, "Sir, Yes Sir." She managed to say around the lump of... could it be chipped beef and gravy? that was sitting in her stomach.<br><br>She didn't blame scott for not warning her, she had been so intent on figuring out what the mystery meat was that she had been oblivious to everything else. She was tempted to ask if there was a problem, or to rattle off something snarky about it not being the 1 star meal that she was use to, but would brave her way through, but figured that it wouldn't go over well... so she waited for the&nbsp; drill instruc to tell her what she had done wrong to get his attention.
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>24-08-2012, 20:51:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/598/breedaniels04.jpg)</div><br>When they got to the cafeteria, Miranda found a spot by herself, going through all the meal stuff and wanting some time to just stop and think.&nbsp; Although her thoughts were her own, and she seemed to be calming down and settling in to matters, she looked up and over to see what was happening with Amy and the drill sergeant.
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>24-08-2012, 20:54:40</strong>
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				"I see you are enjoying the deserts cadet." The instructor, his nametape said 'Reef', spoke calmly yet menacingly. Carrying the same aura of a shark that had allowed him to silently pass through the crowd. Indeed his Blue and Gray UNSF uniform only helped enhance the image of a large predatory fish. "Do you see anybody else with one of those cakes? Do you think that's FAIR Cadet?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blinkin</strong> on <strong>24-08-2012, 23:30:00</strong>
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				Amy looked up.. and up... at the drill instructor and forced herself to not swallow nervously. She was more than a little concerned that like a shark, he would detect the faintest drop of blood, or weakness and a part of her was sure that if she let that out at this moment, it would go worse for her than it would if she simply spoke... even thought that already seemed to be bad enough. "Sir," she said andthought quickly, "The caleries of the cake will be advantagious in this environment and the amount of activity anticipated, Sir."<br><br>The next question took her a little by surprise, but she decided that there was no correct answer... in for a pent, in for a pound. "Sir, fair is relative. the other cadets could of taken a dessert if they chose to. There is no signage declaring that the cart is off limits and the cadet beside me has a dessert Sir."<br><br>She hated to put Scott on the spot, but at the same time, the Drill Instructor had asked the question and if she didn't answer the question promptly and accurately, she had a sinking feeling that the Titanic would dread and the waters seemed to be full of maneaters... or in her case, woman eaters."Did I act improperly Sir?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>25-08-2012, 02:47:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Brunettes/cl2-1.jpg)</div><br>By the time they reached the mess hall, Nerys wanted to throttle the small Asian woman leading them. It was so hard to keep the proper cadence when the woman wasn't speaking English! The tempo was the same, but a part of her brain kept losing the beat because she was trying to understand the words at the same time. She would have loved nothing more than to simply shove the smaller woman into a large mud puddle and watch her flounder!<br><br>Of course she did nothing more than fantasize such things while trying to keep the tempo, but they made her feel better. <br><br>Entering the mess she had to bight back a groan at the slop they were supposed to eat. It smelled even worse than it looked but she suspected it would be both calorie rich, and nutritionally adequate, or they wouldn't feed it to them. After all, not keeping them healthy would certainly be detrimental to the quality of soldier they produced. She saw a couple of other cadets take things from the dessert shelves but she steered wide of them herself. <br><br>After the day they'd already had, she suspected those desserts were nothing more than a trap. One more reason for the instructors to yell at, or punish them. Until she was specifically told they could eat them, she was leaving them the hell alone.<br><br>And idea that seemed supported by the instructor suddenly questioning Amy. Looking up to hear the other girl's answer a small smirk curved Nerys' lips. She looked forward to hearing how that response would be greeted, and prayed it wouldn't get all of them into trouble. Still it was a good distraction while she shoveled the slop they'd been given into her mouth and tried to swallow it fast enough not to taste it.<br><br>Her, mandatory, three glasses of water were sitting in front of her just waiting to wash the nasty taste in her mouth away once the slop was gone.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>25-08-2012, 05:44:23</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=148311.msg6807952#msg6807952">Quote from: Blinkin on 24-08-2012, 23:30:00</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Amy looked up.. and up... at the drill instructor and forced herself to not swallow nervously. She was more than a little concerned that like a shark, he would detect the faintest drop of blood, or weakness and a part of her was sure that if she let that out at this moment, it would go worse for her than it would if she simply spoke... even thought that already seemed to be bad enough. "Sir," she said andthought quickly, "The caleries of the cake will be advantagious in this environment and the amount of activity anticipated, Sir."<br><br>The next question took her a little by surprise, but she decided that there was no correct answer... in for a pent, in for a pound. "Sir, fair is relative. the other cadets could of taken a dessert if they chose to. There is no signage declaring that the cart is off limits and the cadet beside me has a dessert Sir."<br><br>She hated to put Scott on the spot, but at the same time, the Drill Instructor had asked the question and if she didn't answer the question promptly and accurately, she had a sinking feeling that the Titanic would dread and the waters seemed to be full of maneaters... or in her case, woman eaters."Did I act improperly Sir?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Worried about your calories eh? So you are a dietician now? You got all the K-cal counted out and measured don't you? Better make sure you do it right Doc, because your uniform has to fit <em>perfectly</em>. If your figure changes unexpectedly, the cost of a new uniform comes out of <em>your</em> pay. That goes double for your combat armor. We can't keep re-adjusting it every time you decide to enjoy a nice little cake."<br>By the time Sergent Reef finished his lecture, his mouth had settled into a grin that would put a great white to shame. He waited for what he had just said to sink in, before adding. "You probably should leave the calorie counting to the experts, because I don't think you know how to count, I'm pretty sure that sign said for you to take three glasses of water, NOT TWO!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>25-08-2012, 06:29:53</strong>
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				Scott really wished he had left the cake back in the case, as the drill instructor starting ripping into Amy about hers and doubly so when she pointed out he had one, just like she did. He licked nervous lips quickly, as his breathing got a little quicker, the intense dread of the predatory stare of the man falling on him gripped his spine but he readied mental arguments. If Reef was going to pull him into it as well, might as well try to stand firm besides he’s fell cadet, rather than just meekly agree. Might not turn out the best for him in the short run but it would show to the rest that he was loyal to them first and foremost.<br><br>However, Reef didn’t seem to have him in his sights just yet, as the instructor ripped into Amy again. The former fisherman did his best to keep his face blank or at least neutral but inside he frowned. That Reef was going on about didn’t make much sense, they were all here for training, things like marching, push ups, sit ups and all manner of other exercises. Of course their figures would be making unexpected changes, everyone of their bodies wouldn’t respond the same way, even with the same meals and level of physical work. He knew some of his old shipmates who gained weight out on a boat, when he lost it.<br><br>When Reef revealed the real reason he had come over. It hadn’t been the desserts, those were just an added bonus for him to yell about. It was the water and the fact that Amy was lacking a glass on her tray. Well, he had three, so maybe the instructor wouldn’t really see him and he could slip under the radar this time, leave the cake uneaten and never do it again! Wishing he could just disappeared, he put the spoonful of green goo in his mouth and swallowed fast, trying not to taste it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blinkin</strong> on <strong>25-08-2012, 13:55:13</strong>
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				Amy felt her eyebrows rise just a little before she brought them back down. "Sir, Yes Sir." she responded. As if a piece of cake was going to effect her weight... or waistline... when she new that all of them would be loosing weight and putting on muscle mass. She saw one of the traps and sidestepped the fact that her mother was a doctor and knew about nuitrition, and Amy knew some as well. "Sir, it would seem unlikely that any cadet would maintain weight in this environment, so the measurements wll produce a uniform larger than needed."<br><br>She didn't look down at the glass, butshe knew this was just one more thing to hit her on. "Sir, three glasses are on my tray. Two of water and one of a liquid that is a water based drink... so I do have 3 glasses of water... one of them just has additivities that would be effective in replacing electrolites and minerals lost during exercise, Sir."<br><br>She wasn't going to show weakness here and get tossed out, and if she had to take some licks, she'd take the licks. "It would not do the unit any advantage if a cadet passed out from heat stroke because their salt levels dropped, sir."
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>26-08-2012, 09:40:04</strong>
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				Sergent Reef's insane shark-like grin returned. "Water based drink eh? Well shit, You might be too smart for me girl. Too smart for the UN if you ask me. You don't even need training, your gonna just go straight into space and kill the aliens by yourself. Congratulations! Enjoy that cake, You've already earned it!" The Instructor ranted sarcasticly. "The sign doesn't say three glasses of water based drinks, it says THREE GLASSES OF WATER." He holds out three fingers.<br><br>"As for your diet," He continues, slowly raising his voice as he speaks "While you are in the universe's greatest fighting force, your diet is the result of a strict nutritional plan, any deviation from that plan will require a change in your level of physical activity! Every piece of shit that enters your mouth will be matched with an equal amount of work squeezed out of your miserable little pores! YOU WILL NOT GAIN OR LOSE A SINGLE GRAM OF BODY-MASS WITHOUT MY EXPRESS PERMISSION! AM I QUITE CLEAR CADET!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blinkin</strong> on <strong>26-08-2012, 13:25:00</strong>
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				"Sir, Yes Sir." Amy responded with the appropriate enthusiasm and lifted the cake, pressing it into his hand, "Thank you Sir for explaining this to mee, Sir."<br><br>Mentally, she made it a point to loose at least a kilo to spite him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>26-08-2012, 19:38:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/598/breedaniels04.jpg)</div><br>Miranda stayed pretty quiet, eating her food and drinking down all the water.&nbsp; She'd lost any faith at this point that she was supposed to be here; it was a mistake, and either they were going to drive her mad or she'd be able to get out somehow.&nbsp; None of this was designed for people like her.<br><br>She threw Amy a sympathetic glance, but kept her distance for the time being, not wanting to let herself get involved in any of this.
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>26-08-2012, 19:50:49</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=148311.msg6815487#msg6815487">Quote from: Blinkin on 26-08-2012, 13:25:00</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Sir, Yes Sir." Amy responded with the appropriate enthusiasm and lifted the cake, pressing it into his hand, "Thank you Sir for explaining this to mee, Sir."<br><br>Mentally, she made it a point to loose at least a kilo to spite him.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Sergent Reef pushed the cake back. "I don't wasn't this shit, You took the cake, you have to finish it." Turning to address the entire room. "EACH CADET MUST FINISH EVERYTHING ON THERE PLATE, IS THAT UNDERSTOOD!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>26-08-2012, 19:57:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/598/breedaniels04.jpg)</div><br>Miranda was quick to respond, "Sir, yes, sir," but there wasn't any fire or urgency within it.&nbsp; She just answered without any real thought, a weary voice borne of reflex the same way that she would answer her mother's questions about whether she brushed her teeth.<br><br>She looked back over to Amy, and if Miranda could get eye contact for a moment with her, she'd send a mental image of the sergeant picking up the glass of water and eating the glass.&nbsp; Imagined instead of lived, Miranda didn't have the talent to give a vision that seemed distinct and clear, but anything she sent to people was clearly artificial and sent from her anyway.&nbsp; She also didn't have the emotional clarity to hide the undertones that she was already getting sick of this place.
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>27-08-2012, 07:47:13</strong>
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				The Message transmitted, but somehow the mental image didn't come out the way Miranda had wanted. Losing control of her imagination, her thoughts turned to Sergent Reef Gladly chomping down on the cup and chewing. Wen he opened his mouth again, the shards were stuck into his gums, as shark teeth made out of glass! Gleefully showing off his new chompers instead of bleeding in pain.<br><br>When both girls returned to reality Sergent Reef, having not eaten any glass, was leaving the table and walking down the rows of tables making sure everyone got the right amount of water, and that nobody else was abandoning the food. Pausing for a moment at Wade and Kaija's table to shout "Eat your own damn food Ladies, this isn't high school" before walking past. "That pill on your tray is also mandatory, if you skip it, we WILL find out."
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>27-08-2012, 07:55:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/598/breedaniels04.jpg)</div><br>As the image carried away from her, Miranda trembled, shutting her eyes and putting her hands over her face.&nbsp; She'd only been trying to make a little joke about how you were supposed to eat everything, but obviously not the glasses.&nbsp; Something had gone wrong, not the first time but never as badly as this.&nbsp; The apparition was horrifying, and she felt sick from seeing it.&nbsp; Slow, deep breaths kept her from losing it any further than that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>28-08-2012, 07:01:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1205.photobucket.com/albums/bb440/Khadavla/936full-jana-defi.jpg)</div>Koivu, Kaija Eerika<br><br>In spite of her shot of hero worship--or maybe because of it—Sargent Major Nguyen was particularly intimidating.&nbsp; Kaija jumped half way out of her skin at some of the bellows.&nbsp; She managed fairly well at the marching—would have done better if they were actually jogging.&nbsp; She offered the redhead beside her a quick smile.&nbsp; <br>She paid close attention to the dietary regime being dictated to her, it wasn’t so different from instructions she’d received at soccer camp.&nbsp; The sight of the gloop they were being fed made her queasy, but she found herself pulled against the saucy redhead’s side.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"C'mere you. I need someone as cool as me to sit with."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>Kaija grinned, not sure why she was blushing, but laughed and squeezed the other girl’s waist with her own arm. <br><br>"Lookit this food. I'm pretty sure makin' us eat it is a war crime. It looks like sewer runoff and smells like the back end of a wet moose in spring."&nbsp; <br><br><br>Kaija giggled and made a gagging face.&nbsp; She pointed to the green gloop, “I’m pretty sure this is what happens when you burp a baby reindeer.”&nbsp; She made the gagging face again, but took her tray and the requisite large number of drinks.&nbsp; Perching on a bench, she drained a cool, clear water glass, then looked over at the girl who’d sat down beside her.&nbsp; <em>She’s really pretty, and funny too.</em><br><br>While forcing down the goo, she looked up at the drill seargent gnawing on the blond.&nbsp; She whispered to the redhead beside her, “Grin like a shark and a bellow like a loudspeaker.&nbsp; Are we sure these aren’t the aliens?”&nbsp; <br><br>She grabbed another water to wash down the slop, then picked up the pill and went for a third.&nbsp; “And I think this was made to be swallowed by horses.&nbsp; Wonder what it is?”&nbsp; She shrugged and popped It in her mouth, then drained the third glass of water to get it down.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>29-08-2012, 02:01:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Character%20Portraits/RedheadSm1-1.png)</div>Wade peered back over her shoulder at Sgt. Sharkey or whatever his name was yelling at the poor cute shy girl. There wasn't really much she could do, though she felt pretty damn bad for the gal. It was just how it went. They'd all be getting yelled at around the clock, more or less. It was part of the training. When it was over, the guy even passed by her table and chided her and Kaija a little bit, though they didn't get it near as bad as Amy. Miranda didn't seem to be doing so hot, either. When the creep finally strolled away she rolled her eyes a little and started digging in. Well... as enthusiastically as one could dig into slop, anyway. Wade passed the time and ignored the foul taste a bit by chatting with Kaija.<br><br>"So, how 'bout we be shower buddies? I can't swim, y'know. I might need someone real close by in case I start to flounder," the redhead grinned and winked at the buxom gal beside her, "An' maybe you can cozy up in my bunk with me, too. Y'know, in case I get real scared." She was teasing, of course, but she wouldn't exactly say no if a woman like Kaija offered to accompany her in the shower. Or bed. Or anywhere, really. Hell, she'd cozy up with all the ladies here given half a chance. At least that part of military life was a bonus; plenty of pretty faces. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>29-08-2012, 03:00:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1205.photobucket.com/albums/bb440/Khadavla/936full-jana-defi.jpg)</div>Koivu, Kaija Eerika<br><br>&nbsp; If the redhead's intent was to make her blush, she was certainly succeeding.&nbsp; The slightly younger girl's heart fluttered at the intimacies she so casualty suggested, and at the same time she gasped and giggled.&nbsp; It made her height a lot less imposing hearing her giggle like a virgin teen.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; "Righto, I'll be there to make sure you don't drown in the shower drain.&nbsp; But only if you keep me warm in the arctic waters of the faucet!"&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; <em>She's not really serious, is she?&nbsp; I mean, this is boot camp, not a porn.</em>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; Her hammering heart dared to hint that she wished it was.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; "Do you suppose Seargent Sharkface goes back under the bed with the other monsters when the sun sets?"&nbsp; She gave a delighted shiver and squeezed the redhead's knee, "oh, we'd better cuddle up for mutual defense!"&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>29-08-2012, 22:10:25</strong>
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				It wasn't long before dinner was over. Starting with the first tables, Sergent Reef began to rush the cadets along, telling them to stand up, drop the trays off at the dish pit, and form up in a line. This way, the first people in the first line now had to wait for the last people. Once everyone was done, Reef guided them into the center Atrium of the building, which contained a large stairwell twisting down into the earth. The Cadets were marched down the stairs to floor 3 wing B, there new home under the earth for the next few weeks.<br><br>END DAY 1
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>30-08-2012, 07:23:20</strong>
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				Day two.<br><br>The Next morning the Cadets were rushed out of the room earlier than they would be comfortable with, and had to get dressed faster than they thought they were capable of. Sergent Major Nguyen herded the cadets up the stairs out of the building and onto the Tarmac. She was now dressed in her own PT uniform, Identical to the Cadets except that it had INSTRUCTOR written on it instead of TRAINEE, and her bottom was boyshorts instead of a thong. Apparently once you got out of training you had more options with your uniform. "Platoon Tench HUT!" Her outdoor voice, returned in full force as she formed the Cadets up on the pad beside several other Platoons filling the concrete Tarmac.
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>31-08-2012, 09:10:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/598/breedaniels04.jpg)</div><br>Miranda rose with a groan, her dreams still vivid in her mind as she wiped the gunk out of her eyes with her fingers.&nbsp; Somewhere along the line, she had passed from not wanting to be here anymore to just not caring, realizing that at some point they would either accept her, kill her, or send her home.&nbsp; She really didn't care which anymore.<br><br>Shambling out, she moved to stand on the pad, standing at a position mostly resembling what she'd been told about standing at attention.
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>31-08-2012, 09:59:46</strong>
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				Once everyone was standing at attention an instructor with a megaphone, somewhere outside your field of vision, began to shout orders. "PARADE REST! AT EASE! WARMUP IN PLACE FOR 60 SECONDS!"<br><br>Although the newcomers still had trouble getting things right, there were hundreds of Cadets on the pad, and most of them had been here for longer. The sound of all of them moving at once echoed across the African dawn like a smaller version of the rolling thunder of the Kilimanjaro mass driver just 30km away. Once the order to start stretching was given, the Cadets began to start to move independently, making a low murmuring noise as they shifted about and occasionally chatted with there neighbors. Not quite as impressive sounding but still an incredible magnitude.
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>02-09-2012, 18:37:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Character%20Portraits/RedheadSm1-1.png)</div><br>Wade stood with her group of familiar faces, yawning and stretching a little as she shook off the remains of sleep. It always took her a moment to get started in the morning. Working out would help her brain get going again, at least. The redhead lifted up on her tiptoes and pulled her arms over her head, back arching, breasts pressing outward. Next, she showed off that spectacular ass by bending over and doing a few toe touches. She straightened up and eyed Miranda, giving her a little playful swat on the butt, "Hey, what's the matter? You look like crap, girl. Cheer up! It's a nice mornin' and yer amongst friends and loved ones and a drill instructor that might shoot you." She grinned playfully. "Just do yer best, eh? We'll catch ya if you fall."
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>03-09-2012, 03:20:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/598/breedaniels04.jpg)</div><br>She let herself stretch out, warming up and giving Wade a very gentle smile of appreciation for her kindness.&nbsp; However, Miranda obviously didn't sleep very well, and it showed.&nbsp; Somewhere around the stretching and the 60 seconds, her eyes closed and she stopped moving.&nbsp; Although she remained standing, she had managed to fall asleep, though almost certainly without intending to.
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>03-09-2012, 07:53:09</strong>
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				After a minute a whistle announced the end of stretching. "TECH HUT!" the voice returned, calling everyone back into the position of attention in another wave of echos across the concrete tarmac. "First Exercise is Pushups! Two minutes! Starting positions ready!" The group moves in a wave down onto there faces, and the whistle blows. "Down! Up! Down! Up!" The Candace is called across the tarmac for what feels like forever to the new recruits. The more experienced cadets from other platoons however seem to be handling this with no problem.
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>05-09-2012, 20:32:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/598/breedaniels04.jpg)</div><br>Although anyone physically looking at her would see her just standing there, those sensitive to psychic activity would have little trouble in recognizing her mental exercises.&nbsp; In her dreams, Miranda continued to follow along with the group, and honestly thought she was doing so properly.&nbsp; Her body had just tricked her into believing that she wasn't dreaming, that everything was fine.&nbsp; Certainly she didn't feel anything but exhausted, and her dreams even incorporated the pain in her muscles from each push-up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>06-09-2012, 02:49:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Character%20Portraits/RedheadSm1-1.png)</div><br>When the order was given to kiss the pavement Wade was about to get down but she noticed Miranda just kind of standing there. The redhead nudged the blonde and murmured, "Hey! Pst! Pushups, girl! C'mon!" She stood there a moment longer, sticking out like a sore thumb next to Miranda as the only pair of cadets still standing. Leaning in, she nudged the blonde again and then tilted her head to look at the psychic's face. Asleep. Wade straightened up and called out to the Sergeant Major, "Ma'am, I think we're down one! She's out cold!" She laid a hand on Miranda's shoulder and shook her gently, "C'mon, wake up blondie! You keep snoozin' and they're gonna make me carry your ass around all day!" She instantly regretted saying it. No need to give the instructors any ideas.
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>07-09-2012, 03:43:48</strong>
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				Suddenly the voice focused in on the two women still standing, a focused ultrasonic speaker audible only to them. "You two! Why aren't you pushing?" A few seconds latter an Instructor marches through the rows of pushing Cadets. "WHAT THE FUCK CADETS! DID YOU NOT HEAR THE VOICE? WHY AREN'T YOU TWO MOVING AFRICA?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>07-09-2012, 03:47:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/598/breedaniels04.jpg)</div><br><em>"What are they talking about?"</em>&nbsp; The dream question was audible to Wade while she was touching Miranda, as was the ghostly appearance of her still attempting to do the push ups.&nbsp; In the dream, though, everything got harder, as if first horses, then elephants were standing upon her, just wanting to make her get in trouble.<br><br>It wasn't until the ultrasonic speaker hit her that her eyes snapped open, registering in panic as she had to figure out where she was and what was going on.&nbsp; It didn't take long after that before she dropped to the ground and started doing the exercises like everyone else.<br><br>She just had to hope that she hadn't gotten Wade in trouble.&nbsp; It was bad enough that she wasn't cut out for this place, but she didn't want to mess anyone else up.<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>08-09-2012, 04:31:54</strong>
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				How did this keep happening?<br><br>For the second time in less than twenty-four hours, Scott found himself next to someone drawing the wrath of an instructor. Last night at dinner, it had been Amy and now, first thing this morning, it was Miranda. He had been standing next to her, on the other side from Wade, when they ordered out of the bunks and told to head out to the pad. It had been an interesting way to wake up, with two conflicting trains of thought. The first had been, the Skipper’s giving orders, hurry up and follow them! However, the second, which quickly established itself and nearly won the fractions of a second war between them, was to stay in bed and keep his arms wrapped around Nerys.<br><br>However, it had been that ingrained urge to follow orders, which won the day and the Newfoundlander and slipped his arms from around his desirable bunkmate. Rolling out of bed and onto his feet, he dressed faster than he had had ever gotten his survival gear on during a storm, before heading out. He doubted the last recruit out of the barracks was going to enjoy themselves. Coming to attention with the rest, he noticed their resident ESPer looking rather out of it, as they all began to stretch.<br><br>Stretching was something he knew he could do right and it appeared that everyone had a different way of doing it. It was the rest of morning warm up (and the day to come) that he was worried about. His muscles and weight had never formed from exercising but rather from work, hauling in and tossing off crab pots or working nets. Push ups, sit ups and the rest, he wasn’t sure how to do them right. So he was paying close attention to the movements, when they were ordered to do push ups for two minutes. He completely missed that Miranda hadn’t dropped down with the rest of them, until he heard Wade call out.<br><br>A chill of fear went through him, as an instructor approached, causing him to lose his rhythm 
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 10:18:12</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=148311.msg6883516#msg6883516">Quote from: AndyZ on 07-09-2012, 03:47:56</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatright">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/598/breedaniels04.jpg)</div><br><em>"What are they talking about?"</em>&nbsp; The dream question was audible to Wade while she was touching Miranda, as was the ghostly appearance of her still attempting to do the push ups.&nbsp; In the dream, though, everything got harder, as if first horses, then elephants were standing upon her, just wanting to make her get in trouble.<br><br>It wasn't until the ultrasonic speaker hit her that her eyes snapped open, registering in panic as she had to figure out where she was and what was going on.&nbsp; It didn't take long after that before she dropped to the ground and started doing the exercises like everyone else.<br><br>She just had to hope that she hadn't gotten Wade in trouble.&nbsp; It was bad enough that she wasn't cut out for this place, but she didn't want to mess anyone else up.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"So now you start listening!" The Instructor barks as Miranda started to push. Then he turned to Wade "SO WHAT'S YOUR EXCUSE FIRECROTCH?" He shouts, pointing his knife hand at her. As this is happening. the loudspeaker picks up again. "Continue pushing for two more minutes." "YOU HEARD THE VOICE! GET MOVING!" The instructor shouts along.
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				Title: <strong>Re: UNSF IC: Camp Heinlein</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blinkin</strong> on <strong>15-09-2012, 20:56:38</strong>
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				Amy had awoken with a little confusion about where she had been, but it had only lasted a few seconds and then she was pulling her uniform on over her all but hairless body. She had compromised and slept in the thong while remmoving the bra, so she had to take a few seconds to put the overly complicated thing back on along with her uniform. For nearly as long as it took her to get dressed, she considered foregoing the bra all together, but who knew what they would be doing and she didn't want to have the added discomfort of going without in a hard run. She wasn't overly well endowed, but she had a nice figure and was just too large to regularly go without the damned thing.<br><br>She followed the others out to the surface and after stretching for the requred 60 seconds and looking about at her fellow cadets, she heard the order for pushups and grimaced as she dropped to the hot asphalt and started pushing her body off of the ground again. She was thankful that she was at least in decent shape and could manage to keep up the exercise for the extended time, if not at the pace that the more experiencer platoons could. She would get that pace in time.<br><br>She tried hard to not get involved with the drill sargeants yelling again at the two girls down the line, but concentrated on keeping her nipples off of the ground and fully extending her arms again. She could feel a line of sweat already running down her back and between her breast from the hot morning sun overhead and wondered how hot it would be in another 4 or 5 hours.
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