OOC: Guess Ill act like the 10 year old. Also sorry, alerts right now are just, normal... A PM always works tho.With Uriel less active I kinda forgot this was going. "A sniper!?" Icelos asked with excitement. Both his eyes already looking up to the sky imagining himself taking position in a tree and offering up the emperor's peace to all who were down his scope. With each moment lost in thought, his excitement built. "Ill take the Snipa if I can Sergeant...Please?"
@WanderingJester @Donairian @PorOborosCain @kanila @Xaphen <Sergeant Fenigha> "Would be somewhat foolish of myself if some begging would do the trick, eh?" He replied in a cheerish voice of his own, loving the enthusiasm of Icelos of desiring to deliver death. Shulk's 'playing it safe' was also a sign of intelligence, given he knew his place and did not seek glory. Hadrian would perhaps do a good job, he shall at least get a chance to prove himself. They entered a training hall with weapon racks in one corner. One area was a dedicated shooting range, empty at the moment and reaching almost a kilometer it seemed. One area was a demolition area to train greandes, and most likely also explosives. "Everyone who thinks he can handle long-distances grabs a Sniper Rifle and takes position at the shooting range. Everyone who thinks he is the right man for explosives grabs a demolition pack and takes position at the explosives training area. Anyone else, follow me." Thrax instructed, his friendly voice replaced by the harsh tone of the leader he was. Certainly these were just children. But children with the destiny of becoming Imperial Heroes.
Platonus didn't feel particularly special in anyways, so he decided to follow Sergeant Thrax instead, wondering what the Astartes had in mind for him.
Looking around Hadrian managed to find a collection of demolition charges in a vault close to the explosives training area itself, the vault was attached quite firmly to the ground yet the heavy metal lid to its interior was open allowing easy access to the high explosives within. The boy reached in and retrieved one such device from the compartment hefting the somewhat heavy explosive with both hands before walking towards the explosives practice area itself and placing it down next to him. Hadrian having done as asked looked around nervously as if waiting for further instruction, he was still considering his choice he had just made minutes ago but standing here at the bomb range he knew it was too late for second thoughts now.
Tukson followed Sergeant Fenigha with Platonus. His mind was still abuzz with the information provided by the Sergeant and other Space Marines. It was strange to think like this... Since leaving his homeworld, Tukson had trained, drilled, and learmed what it meant to be one of the Emperor's Angels. There had been others. Those who could not keep up, either too slow or a victim of fate. One mistake meaning death... Flashback 'What is your Duty? To serve Emperor's Will! What is Emperor's Will? That we fight and die! What is Death? It is our duty! What is your Duty? ...' - Litany of the Space Marine End flashback. Returning to the present, Tukson noticed Hadrian collecting the explosive pack and Icelos's enthusiasm for the sniper. They'd only be on recon until a target presented itself... Hopefully they would only have to observe. "Lord sergeant, what other forces will be deploying alongside?"
Shulk quickly followed the Sergeant. He was both eager to go on the mission but apprehensive at the same time. He followed without saying another word, he just listened as the others asked questions.
Icelos was already moving towards the shooting range before the sergeant had finished talking. He took hold of one of the rifles that had been set there. It was a lot heavier than he had realized. The reality of having to carry around this weapon came crashing down in disappointment for Icelos. Still his dreams of using the weapon kept his will strong. Anything eazy ain't usually wurf doin'. 'member that lad.
<Sergeant Thrax Fenigha> "Captain Iodicas company of course. They will deploy and setup camp on the ground with five squads to strike should we already be in ideal position. The rest would deploy via Drop-Pod or Thunderhawk, depending on the exact terrain and enemy movements, as well as how well our troops will perform in combat." Almost automatically he delivered the reply, leaving no room of curiosity in his students since he knew that men in this age could easily be sidetracked. There was no room for such things. Once he saw how the group divided he nodded to himself. "Icelos. Take aim. Your target is to shoot the target with the yellow dot on the forehead and hit it. Not more, not less. Hadrian. You will deliver your explosive to the end of the course and then run back. You will hit the trigger at the same moment when Icelos confirms elimination of target. Everyone else, follow me." Apparently not intending to remain in the same hall as the sniper and the demolition man, he went for the door at the other side of the room, straight ahead.
Since his name wasn't called, Platonus followed Sergeant Thrax, wondering what sort of trial awaits those who don't have a preference for sniping or blowing things up.
"Roger Sergeant!" Shulk quickly followed Sergeant Fenigha only looking back once to see the others gathering their new equipment. He was eager to continue the briefing and to learn more intricacies of the mission.
