Over the past few years a company by the name of Blackwood has set its sights on technological advancement and cybernetics. As it was currently owned by a very wealthy business man it soon began setting its sights on world dominance. However the company, its forces, and wealth soon fell to the hands of a Lilim seeking the same goals as the demon lord. This sudden change has taken everyone by surprise, including the private army they fight against.
Their first acts of “destruction” have been striking areas of direct interest as this private army has been at war with them for the last few years. However, it has come to the idea that a fresh new set of soldiers would be needed to deal with this issue.
As of now, Blacklust has taken control of the company and is now on the verge of converting all of blackwoods funded project to support the ideals of the demon lord, her daughters, blacklust’s current leader and those that work under their reign.
"Well, people call me Bright Eyes," As he said this, he took off his sunglasses which revealed his unnaturally bright, blue eyes. Even in the well lit room, his eyes emitted an almost dim glow. "That's about it."
Sawyer noted her faster breathing, which in turn made him a little nervous. Though, played it off as if nothing happened. "I'm guessing you're here for the same reason as me?" He asked, looking at her for a moment, again, before looking back at the door.
"Well, I thought my medical service could be of use here. And," Sawyer stopped for a moment, taking a deep breath. "Mamono, they terrify me." He'd finish, his voice quieter as he explained the last part.
"Erm, what about you?" He then asked, hoping to not have to continue his explanation.
Matilda uses this time to look at Sawyer. He might just make a good husband, though she had only just met him and therefore couldn't say. The only problem she could currently name is his fear of Mamono.
“Yes,” He sits down on a chair next to the door. “I’ve applied to be an engineer for the company. I’m hoping that I don’t see too much of the battles. I’m not all too fond of fighting.” He’d smile in a perfunctory way.
"I guess you'll fit right in with us, then. Neither of us are fond of fighting either, which is why we're both medics." Saywer explained before looking at Matilda for a moment. He was trying to determine what set her breathing off. Maybe it was nothing at all, he didn't know.
“Oh, I can fight. I just don’t really want to.” Mason would follow them. “I worked in the coal mines for almost all of my life. That’s why I thought of engineer. The explosive experience could really help the company, and at twenty-three, it pays so much better than picking at shale and coughing in soot.”
“All the more reason to stick close. I think the company will do fine in the end.” He’d speak softer so no one else could hear. “In all honesty, if this facility does go down, I’ll be the last one leaving.”
Down a corridor was a door. The OP activated it with her card and it slid open. Inside was a large operations room full of people occupied with their work. At the middle was a large halographic table with a map displayed. beyond that was a large map on screen being surveyed. General Lee Warden stood behind it talking to another high rank of service.
Warton:”mhmm... make sure we have exact intel on their whereabouts. Around the clock.
"Really? Well, when I was little, I'd always break up confrontations and avoid fights. When I got older, I just realized that, fighting just wasn't my thing, but helping others was." Sawyer rubbed the back of his neck as he explained this.
Great, looks like they’re getting along nicely... Mason shifted his feet a little. He just needed to find someone within the facility that he could rely on in case all hell broke loose. Since there was an odd number of recruits, it seemed he’d be fending only for himself.
General Warton placed the ID’s through a scanner. First was Bright Eyes, then Araxes, and finally Quinn’s. Afterwards he handed them back.
Warton: “I am glad to hear your set on something important to you all. Now back to business. Since a squad of at least four is required. I will make arrangements to have someone fill in your final placement”.
“I worked in the coal mines for almost all of my life. That’s why I thought of engineer. The explosive experience could really help the company, and at twenty-three, it pays so much better than picking at shale and coughing in soot.” He blushes a bit and rubs his neck. “Kinda boring, really.”
Op:”that’s right. Follow me please”. She scanned the lock with her card and the door opened. Leading down a corridor with another locked door with one final scan the door lead to the same room where the three other recruits were.
Op:”last one, sir”.
Warton:”verywell. Return to your post. And be ready for their introduction”.
Warton:”ok scans complete. Take a look On display here. The table lit four classes associated with the private army and who each one belonged to. “Two medics, one engineer, one sniper and one Rifleman”. General Warden tapped a button on the table and spoke. “Second lieutenant SilentKnightM. Report to the Bridge for debriefing”.
Warton:” it’s recommended for a squad of five to participate in order to complete special operations. A squad of four has the higher potential to fall apart very quickly in given situations, especially against Blacklust’s technological advancements. Plus, your all new and someone here has to show you how things work around here.
Now what Warface is in the business of doing is to stop Blacklust from seeking world dominance, and in order to do that we must hit their crucial points. Those include: Weapons manufacturing, nuclear Power plants, mining facilities, dominated continents, and further on”. General Warden hands each Members card back over. “Let’s go. We wouldn’t want to keep our fifth member waiting”.
going down wards there were many sights outside. what could be seen down under were soldiers saluting to platoon comanders, soldiers jogging around base, heli's transporting ammunition and other essentials. once they hit the ground a Rifleman , in full armor concealing his face and all other parts of exposure, was sitting over a crate waiting a few meters away from everyone else.
Should anyone look at Matilda after the realization on what type of training they would do, they would see a half terrified half disgusted Mothman for half a second. Thankfully for the Mothman her disguise held.
Warton:”this here is Second lieutenant SilentKnightM. A mighty fine soldier, Straight forward individual, and excellent for getting you all started. From here on out. He will be your squad leader, mentor, and armory director. Any questions?”
"Field Medic," Sawyer answered with a few nods. "Can't move around in that heavy shit." He'd state before looking over his uniform. "Believe me, when I'm dragging you out of the battlefield, you'll understand this uniform choice."
Silent:”each weapon you may use will be determined by your rank, experience, skill, and class. Each class may use any sidearm however you see fit. Snipers will use snipers, medics will use shotguns, engineers use SMG’s, and Rifleman will use rifles. Pretty straight forward”.
Silent:”hmm...we have shotguns as compact as an extended SMG. But I believe I may have an alternative for you. One moment”. Knight enters the armory and comes out with what would look to be a Revolver The knight points the weapon to Sawyer with the barrel facing the opposite direction. “Here. This may be a substitute to your liking”.
A few meters out was a helipad with a chopper on board it. On The side was an insignia of a pair of blue wings that formed a ‘W’ along with the name ‘WARFACE’ spelled next to the cockpit.
Pilot:”lieutenant knight this is transport 2 awaiting arrival. over.
Silent:”Rodger that transport 2 we’re coming on board. Alright team. Let’s get going”. The rear gate drops open revealing a set of seats.
Knight. Waits before taking the last seat. “I hope none of You have motion sickness”.
Knight was the last on on board. Instead of sitting like everyone else had. He took hold on a metal grip on the roof.
Silent:”Alright transport 2 take us up”.
Pilot:”roger that. Make sure your strapped in fellas!”.
Within a few minutes we had already left HQ and headed over towards the desert part of the region that was controlled by Warface personnel. Over a few hours we had already left the Mountains and were coming into the desert sands.
Silent:”Alright Listen up! Your task for today will train you to face off against blacklust enemies. Since we have no direct intelligence on who the enemies are right now we can only assume they would be monsters. So to prepare you for what is to come. There are a wide range of traps, targets, and projectiles that may come. Any questions?”
Silent:”lastly...Bright-Eyes. Your Revolver uses .410 shotgun shells. This is for you”. Knight handed a case filled with .410 shells. “I saw you had picked up .45 Bullets. That’s partially my fault for not telling you”.
"I have an idea," Bright Eyes took a deep breath before tapping Jack on the shoulder. "Alright, I'm going to dive across to that debris," As he said this, he'd point at some debris in the path of the turret. "and while the turret is distracted on me, you shoot it. Yeah?" He'd finish explaining before waiting for Jack's response.
Mason felt the terrain around him, feeling the dirt and gravel and sand that it consisted of. It’s soft... He’d then turn to Sawyer. “Bright Eyes, kick up the dust! It can’t track you with its vision blurred!”
Mason jumped out from his position and threw a smoke grenade, not thinking if it would work on a turret or not. He then proceeded to run at the turret while firing his SMG, trying to get close-range shots at the electrical system. “Bright Eyes, get cover!”
Quinn held his side, breathing heavily. A piece of shrapnel from the blast had struck the left side of his waist, imbedding itself about a third of the way into his skin. “I-I’m fine... I didn’t think Blacklust would have 50 cal rounds to kill a man... Doesn’t seem too realistic.”
Bright Eyes looked at Matilda. "Hey, you with me on this?" He'd ask before making his way to Quinn and looking over his wound. "Oh shit, this ain't good." He explained before starting to pull out his supplies.
"Quinn, we need you to stay still." Bright Eyes explained, before looking at Matilda. "I need you to slowly pull out the piece of metal, alright?" He'd explain. They had already numbed the area, and cleaned up the wound, but now the piece was coming out. He slowly, very slowly, pulled open the wound to allow Matilda to pull it out.
Bright Eyes let out a relieved sigh, slowly closing the wound. Afterward, he applied a disinfectant. Now it was just wrapping the wound, which he started doing. "Don't worry, pal. You're going to be fine. T'was just a fleshwound." He'd then laugh quietly to himself.
Silent:”verywell. We will continue”. Knight had take a head to Quinn. “That last target was a cobra. Standard issue sentry turret. What you say May be true. Which is why your next objective is not something you can destroy but what you can do. Do not charge close to one of those again. Understood?”.
Nodding, Bright Eyes ran, jumped, and took one step off the wall to boost himself up. Grabbing the top, he'd quickly hoist himself over and drop down onto the other side. Immediately he searched for cover whilst taking in his surroundings.
Quinn looked at different parts of the wall, feeling around certain spots with his free hand. Eventually finding a particular place within the barrier, he’d give a good kick at it. The section of the wall would crumble and fall to rubble, giving a space where he could walk through. “Sandstone. Not too stable for building.”
Silent:”impressive... let’s move, the next phase should be here”. Beyond this point we’re a few plain target dummies. One would spring up from any point of range and only a specific class weapon could take it out. What weapon could be told by the symbol above its head.
Silent”heads up! Target practice”. First was a Rifleman’s target. Knight put the target in sight and fired, sending it back.
“Aye sir!” Quinn would jog up and inspect the lock, estimating what size explosive he’d need. “I’m putting down a Claymore, everyone stand back!” He’d set up the mine before rushing away, pressing the detonator and blowing the gates open.