Lucas:
After applying, you're sent off to the nearest Uniware training-facility on some lone planet.
There you're given an uncermonial, unsocial, and unforgiving month-long crash course.
"You dumb shits have decided to become light infatry, the backbone of every respectable military organization in the known galaxy.
Your jobs are as simple as they get, so even even you can't fail. You follow orders, and kill those we tell you to. Real grunt's work it is.
SO LET'S GET TO IT MAGGOTS!"
You're given basic armor. A light armored vest, elbow and knee pads, and a helmet. With the accompanying soldier's fatigues.
You're also given a battle rifle, capable of semi, auto, and burst fire modes. Along with the rifle, you also get an accompanying pistol, and a bayonet.
After successfully finishing the course, you're granted the rank of PRIVATE. Then you're marched onto an awaiting transport, sending you to where you're needed. (go to common paragraph at bottom)
Father:
After applying, you're sent off to the nearest Uniware training-facility on some lone planet.
There you're given an uncermonial, unsocial, and unforgiving month-long crash course.
"You ugly fucks have been sent here to become the cleaners of war. You burn their fortifications, you burn their machines, and you burn THEM! But you won't just be using fire, dipshits! You'll also learn how to use chemical weapons, and even radiation to kill!"
You're given a more protective suit of armor than the basic infantry. A whole-covering suit of reinforced chemical-resistant material, with only a gap of transparent glass to let you see the world outside. It's a bit hot inside, but the heavies have it worse.
As for weapons, they give you a basic flamethrower. It's capable of firing (heh) at targets up to mid-range, wether it's alive or not. As for a sidearm, they give you a machine-pistol to keep straped to your hip.
After successfully finishing the course, you're granted the rank of PRIVATE. Then you're marched onto an awaiting transport, sending you to where you're needed. (go to common paragraph at bottom)
Crawler:
After applying, you're sent off to the nearest Uniware training-facility on some lone planet.
There you're given an uncermonial, unsocial, and unforgiving month-long crash course.
"Alright you waste of human life, you're here to learn how to fight, and how to keep your friends doing the same! Hope you like stiches, blood, bone, and pus you sissies!"
You're given basic armor. A light armored vest (marked with a red cross), elbow and knee pads, and a helmet (also marked with a red cross). With the accompanying soldier's fatigues.
You're also given a battle rifle, capable of semi, auto, and burst fire modes. Along with the rifle, you also get an accompanying pistol, and a bayonet.
After successfully finishing the course, you're granted the rank of PRIVATE. Then you're marched onto an awaiting transport, sending you to where you're needed. (go to common paragraph at bottom)
Wolf:
After applying, you're sent off to the nearest Uniware training-facility on some lone planet.
There you're given an uncermonial, unsocial, and unforgiving month-long crash course.
"Of all the scum sent to this planet to become something of worth, you're the least disgusting. You'll be learning not only how to operate
and maintain one of these noble Tank-Walkers, but also how to whip your fellow crewmembers into doing it for you!"
You're given very basic armor. A thin armored vest to wear over your fatigues, and a barret to indicate you commanding position.
As for a sidearm, they give you a pistol.
After successfully finishing the course, you're granted the rank of CORPORAL. Then you're marched onto an awaiting transport, sending you to where you're needed. (go to common paragraph at bottom)
Welcome to Vita
Common:
For being military-grade transports, they're quite roomy. One can get quite the view of the planet the transports are decending upon. The surface is seemingly covered in jungle and occasional marches, and the seas look quite untamed.
You can see the transports decend upon a facility below, carved out from the dense jungle, consisting of a number of concrete structures of all shapes and sizes, although square and large being the dominant ones. A feminine robotic voice ecoes through the decks,
"Coming in for landing at; LUMBERYARD."
With a roll call, you soon find yourselves at the loading bays, waiting for the doors to open. The sergeant standing above the loading bay calls out;
"When those doors open, report to the briefing hall ASAP!"
With a thud as the transport lands, and a mechanical hum, the doors open wide. The light blinds you, and you're hit by a wave of fragrant, fresh air.
And thus you follow the stream into the briefing hall, where you take a seat.
Soon enough, everyone's seated, and a Uniware official walks up to the podium accompanied by two elite bodyguards.
"Welcome to Vita everyone. I'm Frederick Summers, the overseer here at Vita, were we at Uniware work hard to keep the resources flowing. I usually don't come to meet and greet new staff, but I've made an exception for you, since you're the largest group of new honest and hard-working staff to arrive since our initial arrival. I have places to be right now, but you feel welcome to Vita now, and remember the good work we do here.
Now, I'll let Colonel Darwin sort out the details."
The overseer leaves the podium with his guards, and is replaced by a worn-looking man with a scar across his face.
"Finally some new meat. While our good overseer would like to welcome you, I have the grave job of telling you that the planet does not want to give you a warm welcome."
A picture of a savage-looking alien is displayed on the screen above the colonel's head. It's a humanoid creature, much resembling a dog, or a hyena. It's wearing scraps of armor obviously taken from some fallen heavy, whilst wielding a more basic firearm. A firearm that's comparable to an old AK-47.
"The main thing threatening our precence here are these bastards. Scientists gave em' a name, but we just call em' hounds. They're a primitive species living in clans all over the planet, often out of sight, and hidden from us. Now as you may think, a primitive species alone can't be a match for us well-armed humans, but some bunch of bastards have gone and supplied them with firearms! Not that advanced firearms, but that just makes it easier for them to use 'em. Once I find out who's been supplying them...
Anyway, casualties have been high on the latest time, mostly since they've got the home advantage.
Look at the picture. Remember it. These will be the ones you'll have to be most vigilant for."
The screen changes to a form of slideshow, with pictures of various wild animals on the planet.
"Other than the hounds, we have the local fauna. There's a lot of them, and I couldn't be assed to name them all. So bottom line, be aware of this fucking planet and it's fauna.
NOW I WANT ALL GRUNTS TO REPORT TO YOUR COMMANDING OFFICERS, AND ALL TANK COMMANDERS TO REPORT TO THE GARAGE!
DISMISSED!"
You all clear out of the hall, and find yourselves in the Lumberyard.
There's the gate, where all commanding officers have gathered, and are waiting for the grunts. And the garage, where crews await their commanders.
There's also the various facilites around, like the mess, the armory (where one can spend personal money on gear), the hangars, some various storages, and the barracks.
[FROM HERE ONWARDS, YOU DECIDE WHAT TO DO. GOOD LUCK]
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