Seth raised his eyebrows at 09's question of her status with 06. Hmm... Her speech style has adapted to 06's speech patterns. She's not showing any emotion. Short, clipped sentence. She must be worried that a highly trained sniper would keep a grudge against his own teammate. Highly unlikely, since in combat, this team has greater things to think about than a tiff that occurred off the battlefield. His attire assumes that he's either been off duty for an extended period of time or he is either in or has recently been in highly secretive military/federal operations. The latter is most likely, since we're called 'the best of the best'. This leads to the assumption that 06 would not be motivated to assault, let alone kill, a member of his squad purely for a spat. Especially since it has the possibility of jeopardizing an operation.
Once he got on the elevator with the others, Seth shifted his eyes over to 06 for a response. Meanwhile, he takes notes and makes predictions.
-Calculation: 06 will use two or less words, including a slight nod of the head. Thus, 09 will either nod in response, if she continues this personality adaptation of 06, or she will smile and thank him, if she reverts to her own personality, originally exhibited in the briefing room.
-Observation: 09 seems to be trying to get on people's 'good side', at least since her spat with 06.
-Note: no biases or initial connotations should be used when speaking to 09 to avoid possible misinterpretations or aggravations. Trust, and possibly inferiority, issues have been causing extreme emotional bursts. Volatility could be a weakness. Or, redirected, can be a possible distraction method against enemy units. Hm... With the last two mental sentences, Seth contemplates the thought of 09 being used as a one-(wo)man distraction battalion.

"I certainly hope so, Zero-Nine. This will be a long ride." Cyprian answered Saffron's question, though it was directed at another. His tone returned to its bright and cheery attitude and stood out against hers. The elevator was one of industrial use, all eight occupants easily fit inside with plenty of room to spare. It was these kinds of lifts that would transport heavy machinery to different levels of the the structure. Cyprian selected the desired floor, and the lift lurched into motion.

The lift's decent caused those inside to feel lighter in weight. In reality, the falling platform reduces the "normal force" that pushes against the people standing on it, since the object applying the force is moving away from the object that the force is being applied to. It is actually this normal force that is felt by a person standing on a surface. Therefore, the apparent gravitational force felt by those on the moving platform is reduced.

Cyprian was very close to explaining all of this on the way down, were it not for the beautiful scenery that made itself visible through windows that would periodically flash past the elevator. Looking outside, Cyprian and anyone else who looked saw the starry backdrop of deep space shimmering behind beacons of light that marked the presence of satellite structures. The bright sun light peaked from around a massive body that covered almost all of the field of vision downward. Peering down, one could see white clouds swirling and streaking across vibrant blue oceans, and green masses of land. Off to the side was a grey sphere far off in the distance. Only the lower half of this sphere was illuminated.

"Ahhhh... Earth truly is a magnificent sight, isn't she?" Cyprian held his head in his hands as he pressed his face against the window, a bit too eager to take in the view as the party descended closer and closer towards the planet's surface.

As she watched the starscape slide past the viewport Saf couldn't help but be taken aback. SHe'd seen the station when she'd arrived, but the passenger shuttle had had its back to Earth and so all she'd seen were the stark metal columns and support braces holding the structure together, something she'd seen hundreds of times before during her military career. The sheer overwhelming beauty of the Earth took her breath away every time she saw it though and today was no exception.

It was good to have such an obvious reminder of exactly what they were fighting for, especially before what was sure to turn out to be a very dangerous mission. Tearing her eyes away from the blue pearl for a moment Saf eyed her new CO carefully, was this a deliberate form of manipulation on his part? After all, it would've made far more sense to have had the team muster in the bay they were in transit to rather than the briefing room which had had a distinct lack of briefing.

Jax shockingly remained quite during the elevator trip. He heard Saf's question but honestly didn't think to dignify it with a response, His personal feelings on her wouldn't change after just a few minutes. With Saf though that answer would simply stir things up. He kept leaning against the railing as soon he looked up and out the window to see the earth outside that view port. It had been a very long time. This being closest he had been to the 3rd rock in nearly a decade. Looking at it though he felt little attachment, His family was military he spent most of his life in an orbiting station where his parents where. Looking at that rock he didn't even really know what it looks like on the surface, his only extended time there was for his training when he initially joined and again when he Went to scout sniper. Some of the others were more overwhelmed by the site as he looked back down.

His eyes closed as he reached up and scratched the under side of his chin. Though he hit something and his eye site changed. Looking up mostly everything was black, except for a blue glow that emitted from things, Wires, the motor of the elevator, looking at his team some of the bigger implants had lit up. Apparently he had EMF...something that could be useful, Reaching up he clicked it again, a thermal vision, Every thing was in black and white, hotter objects glowed white as colder were darker and black, he looked around seeing his teammates, one thing he noticed is that they were hot, hotter than normal people. That is something he would keep in mind for the future. Clicking again there was a night vision, though he flinched a bit and quickly clicked it over back to his normal tactical mode. He wished there was a form of what he called 'thumper' vision. It was simple and picked up vibrations, it helped cause it showed heart beats. Though for now he wouldn't worry about it, He was sure they would have calibrations and regular maintenance and would bring it up then.

James sighed as he stood among his fellow soldiers, he had kept quiet this entire time, considering the woman went on a childish rampage. The sniper acted unprofessional, waving his knife around and dishing out commands even though he was not the leader, people like them got someone killed. The woman already did, but the sniper had a lot of hidden records, which bothered him greatly. Men like him are never truly able to cohere with a team, this was not going to go well if they were going to keep this shit up. When he was deep in he NEEDED to bond with the team he was with, they needed to know every flaw, every skill, this made them men, and not just numbers. The guys with suits may not care for them, but they cared for each other, and that's what mattered. Even his command while he was in the Service cared, all of the big-wigs showed up to ONE man's funeral, and he was only a PFC, grant they couldn't always do it, but they did it whenever they could. To him, the Service was who he was, this sort of feeling made him adjust the leather coat he wore, it was a well-fitting leather jacket with his Battalion's symbol with the Winged Dagger of the S.A.S., on the dagger hung a gas mask. Above it read '23rd Battalion, He Who Dares Wins'. There was a reason he was picked for them, and this, he was the best at his profession, and those who matched him barely did so even before his augs. Now he was truly the best around with his kit, his augs, he was the most qualified in his eyes. At least for now, one day he would be replaced.

Until that day comes however, he is gonna set one high fucking standard for whoever comes in after he does. His job was to control the fight, and even in the S.A.S with less than half the shit he had now he was one hell of a soldier, with his new drone, a Hollenhund. One lovely machine if he said so himself, a lovely amount of combat modifications gave him another soldier to fight with, this could make his life a lot easier. Running through the files of the other teammates, other than two he wanted to crack...Fucking wankers. The rest looked so much more worthwhile, and more tolerable. 6 and 9 had their skills, but they both seemed to be fatally flawed in a way that truly makes them butt heads pretty hard...This’ll be fun indeed...Or so he hoped.

Then his brain had a lightbulb and he spoke up rather randomly. "I apologize for not speakin' up earlier, James Mathias Alexander. A former S.A.S Scout and Unconventional Combat Specialist, I can high-jack any machine with nano-tech, or if you need someone isolated, I can get it done. I pretty much cause a shitstorm for our foes, giving us an opportunity to end an engagement early, or get the fuck outta dodge, whichever comes first. Oh! I also have a Masters in Robotics and a Bachelors in Nanotechnology, you can get that and more off my dossier. Alright, rant over." He quieted quickly and rolled his shoulders, trying to relax after that little speech. Fuck...He needed his gear, he was more comfortable in a military outfit, and in the field, not in a lift with people he didn't know worth shit.

As she heard the Lt speak Saf quickly reached down to her wrist comp and pulled up his file, glancing over it and picking out the important details before turning her attention to the quiet 'Englishman'. Quickly running her eyes down his body Saf did a quick assessment. For a guy hitting his thirties Lt Alexander looked more like someone in their late teens.

Either he'd taken really good care of himself or his family had enough money to pay for incredible thorough gene scrubbing in utero. Her money was on the former though, families who threw their money away on making sure their children were born with perfect genes tended to keep them at home rather than letting them enlist in potentially life threatening military careers. If he had come from money like that he'd more likely be the one sitting behind the monitor, beside Overwatch, than riding a freight elevator.

"Special Air Service veteran? Where were you posted?" Before he had a chance to answer Saf quickly held up her hand with a smile, "Don't tell me. 'it's classified', right?"

Jackson remained silent for majority of the trip, eyes glued to the majestic scene of the Earth outside the viewport. It was awe-inspiring, and it was no surprise that it was a beacon of hope for the Conglomerate. Pulling his eyes away from the window and his mind back to reality, he began wondering about many things at once. What kind of gear are we gonna get? I know I'm a medic, but what kind of stuff will I be using? What about a gun? And what will everyone else use? Questions whizzed around Indar's head faster than he could answer them. Jackson turned his head to 05, who before that point had said nothing. "Well James, great to have you on board. As you probably know, Jackson Indar" Jackson introduced himself again, outstretching his arm to the other man for a handshake. "By god, this elevator has got to be almost there by now, right?" Jackson asked.

Seth's mind began churning again with the new off-dossier info on the newly spoken tech savant. Hmm... More attempts at lowering off-duty tensions. Do these agents keep off-duty feelings while on the battlefield? Risky to do so. One would think that any feelings towards a teammate outside of combat would most logically be compartmentalized to off-duty, while during a mission, the most critical thing would be ensuring safety of as many operatives as possible.
-Deductions: 05 and 09 will become closest, due to similar relationship-mending goals. 07 will be second-closest with 09. Also attempting to keep positive mannerisms with all teammates.
-Note to self: check for social normality in keeping all team relationships positive. Video games have proven otherwise. Source - Alpha Protocol. Relationships built on "owing" one another in the form of favors and working together based on goals, not feelings. Internet search to follow...
-Tactics: 05 would be optimal for flanking with robotics and numbers on his side. 09 would be second-best. They will most likely bond best; therefore, they could flank simultaneously, increasing flank effectiveness. Shields and robotics. Least casualties. The 'Tactics' note made Seth rethink the 'one-(wo)man distraction battalion', and now thinking of a two-man distraction armada, with 05's robots on his side.

As the elevator finally ground to a halt the party were faced with a set of heavy cargo bay doors emblazoned with the sign A23F. Quickly stepping off the platform Saf made her way towards them, watching with a mixture of trepidation and excitement as the access hissed open in front of her. Pausing for a moment she looked back at her new CO, reminded for a moment that she still had to respect the chain-of-command, no matter how informal her commander liked to keep it.

"Sir?" She asked cautiously, "Permission to proceed?"

Scott answered Saf's question, "Yes. Right this way, everyone." He led everyone to the door, stepping to the side in order to access the lock. It was a standard hand print lock, displaying a silhouette of a hand as it prompted authentication aloud. Placing his hand on the lock, a blue light appeared as a bar on-screen and swept from top to bottom. The scan finished, causing the door to slide open sideways away from the lock. "Alright everyone, you'll know what to do as soon as you step inside."

Entering first, Scott couldn't help but smile as he saw each of the Sabre Suits lined up along the far wall, in numerical order. Varying in size and appearence drastically, they were a glorious sight to behold indeed. Proceeding to his suit, Scott began to outfit himself. In other spots on the walls and in crates on the floor were other supplies and armament, such as pistols, assault riffles, combat knives, grenades, first-aid kits, riot shields, and even a few launchers. This was an armory designed specifically for the current Sabres, and it certainly showed.

Indar smiled as he entered the armory. The clean, steel walls were lined with suits, armour and weaponry, ready just for them. Indar approached the suit on the wall with '07' over it in simple block numbers. Walking over, he examined the suit he'd be wearing. It was made up of two parts, a rough cloth material in a tan sort of colour and blue armour plates over the top, covering his arms, lower legs, torso and head. There was also a table in front of the suit, with his equipment laid out on it. Immediately catching his eye was an assault rifle. It had a strange magazine, almost octagonal in shape. He found it strange, but assumed that it would probably hold more ammo that way. Moving on, there was a white pistol with a revolver barrel. The barrel, instead of pushing out to one side and spinning to reload, half of the barrel would push out either way, and cartridges would be loaded that way. Strange weapons, but they look effective Indar remarked in his head. He moved on to the seven thin and long cylindrical objects next to the guns. They looked similar, but two of them were different from the other five. Five of them had three short, needle-like extrusions at the bottom and a white button at the top. The other two had a pin at the top and were slightly shorter and thicker. It took Jackson a second to realise what he was looking at. They were advanced med-kits, injected into the arm. They alleviated pain and kept people alive for longer. The other two were things he didn't even know existed. They were healing grenades, and when thrown towards allies, a burst of chemicals and nanites would rejuvenate and heal his allies. Impressed by the developers, Jackson began suiting up, the med-kits and grenades fitting nicely on one side of the belt, and his revolver on the other. There was one other thing on a small shelf underneath the table. It was a white box with a red cross on it. There was a small note on a piece of paper sitting on the box. "In case all else fails... :)" Indar read aloud as he retrieved the first-aid box. The handle of the box fit nicely on two hooks located on his lower back. Jackson smiled once more as he looked down at all the advanced Sabre gear he was wearing. "I think I'm gonna like it here" He remarked.

"Finally, let us see if my intuition and study has allowed for the most ergonomic integration." Cyprian wondered out loud as he approached his suit. Each outfit was sealed within either own large glass cylinder, with a base of machinery and computational systems displaying information. Cyprian places his hand on the screen in front of his suit, as Scott did to open the door. After doing this, the glass rose from around his suit, and he pulled it out of its chamber. The flexible grey and black exoskin was a separate entity from the silver and white armor that would lay around it. After slipping on the skin and donning the armor, he tapped a screen on his wrist, and several lights began to blink and glow across his wrists and around his visor. On each arm, machinery moves down from his shoulders to his forearms, and piece themselves together into two cannon-like items. These cannons rest on the outside of his forearms, keeping his hands free.

"Ahh yes, this feels good." He said as he stretches and flexes in the armor, testing its mobility and expressing satisfaction with his agility. "What do the rest of you think? Each of these suits have been designed specially for you. Try them on! I hope you will enjoy them."

As she walked down through the bay Saf couldn't help but be impressed by the heavy suits of power armour arrayed on their display stands, or the ample amount of weaponry, ammunition and supplies piled in around them. Her excitement began to build as she reached her own suit, only to quickly dissipate with surprise.

"Is this some kind of joke?" She asked the room in general as she studied the Sabre suit assigned to her. Unlike some of the others the suit appeared to be little more than a bodyglove with a few armoured plates attached to it, barely any better than the standard-issue gear worn by most soldiers.

Reaching out she picked one of the armoured gloves off of the stand to examine it more closely. As she stood turn in the gauntlet over between her fingers Saf felt a surge of energy rising from within her, pulsing from the devices which had so recently been implanted inside her. In her hands the gauntlet began to glow as its surface began to feel oily and slippery. Before she could stop it the gauntlet slipped out from between her fingers, the glow dying before the armoured glove clattered to the deck.

"What the fu..?" Saf muttered, eying the glove carefully. The power had obvious come from within her, she'd felt it after all, but what exactly it was she couldn't even begin to guess. Prodding the glove tentatively with her foot Saf looked back down the room and saw the others starting to suit up in their own armour and with one last look down at the mystery gauntlet she let out a deep sigh.

"What've you gotten yourself into this time..?" She asked herself, pulling her service uniform off over her head before reaching out for the new suit which was waiting for her to wear.

Jax kept his eyes closed with his head down for the remainder of this elevator ride. Soon though he felt it coming to a stop as he opened his eyes and looked up turning his head to watch the doors opened. He pushed off of the wall and was soon walking behind the group heading to the marker of 06 as he looked up at the suit. He had to strip down almost completely as he slipped into a skin tight black suite. It fit tightly on him. In honestly it was pretty standard affair, the suite helped support blood flow and keep it constant so that it won't pool in any one part of his body as well as keeping him insulated and helping his body maintain a steady temperature. The rest of the suite was a loose fitting cargo design, pockets going down his legs and he slipped on the knee pads. Playing the shoulder guards and elbow pads he moved around. They were very light weight and left his joints clear as to not limit his range of movement. On his back were two bladders, connecting to a tube leading up to near his mouth, nutrient supplements.

The last part was the helmet. He looked at it with those little nodes and that odd thing coming off the one side of it. He personally wasn't fond of helmets, not licking something blocking his field of vision. Bringing it over his head everything went black until he twisted it and it locked in place. Suddenly it booted up as he felt a cool chill in his skull as it linked up with his optics. Lighting up it soon it was like the helmet wasn't even there. The cameras even covering his peripherals. Soon the heads up display came on full function. Each team member now had an arrow pointing towards them with there number, a small transparent image even lit up as every time some one spoke it was showing location of sounds above ambient.

Now for the fun part, he walked over to the weapons table. His Tac display was highlighting weapons and gadgets , models as well as what they do. Though he saw what he wanted, lifting up the long barreled bolt action .50 caliber rifle. Recoiling barrel with a built in flash and sound suppressor and Bi-pod. The instant he touched it electronics in his suite linked up to it, even his HUD changed as it now displayed wind speed in the room, which was currently zero, as well as the rotation of the current planet. As he looked around a number kept changing, the distance from him to whatever he was looking at. He smiled behind that face mask as he brought the weapon up, looking through the scope he would still need to sight it in, pulling the reaching forward he pulled back the lever for the bolt as it slid back and he pushed it forward locking it in place. It was smooth and seamless as he strapped it to his back. Looking back down he pulled up an assault rifle, it was a long barrled rifle as well with an ACOG scope. It was your slandered afar with a safe, semi-, and fully-automatic and was fitted for a detachable silencer. He put that across his chest as he found a pistol and slipped it into his leg holster.

Bringing up his arm he opened up the small computer on his wrist, there was a screen but it also interfaced with his helmet as he was looking through it's functions. That weird thing on the side seemed to be a versatile electronic array, measuring sound it also had a distress beacon. He wagered it might be able to be rigged up to do other things, but tech stuff like that was never his strong suit. He had the ability to calibrate it, but he felt it best not to mess with that as he wouldn't know what he was doing. Closing that small screen he still had many empty pockets, for ammo, explosives and whatever he might need for a mission. Pondering though he took that straw into his mouth and took a quick drink, it was strawberry...he loved strawberry. He smiled to him self taking another little sip of it. "Worth it" he said referring to the months of surgeries and recovery it took to get to this point.

After the last few adjustments, making sure that the utility belt fit right, the ammo pouches were where he liked them and he even stretched moving around testing his movement once more. He even found the switch to his external speaker so people could hear him talk, though he left it off. Overwatch was talking about calibrations so he figured he would be able to get his weapons sighted soon, seeing as he never trusted a gun unless he sighted it in.

James smiled as the elevator came to a halt, there was only one reason this would happen, and he knew exactly what it was.

They had arrived at the armory, and that was the best feeling he ever felt as he saw the beauteous gear that each Sabre had available to them. When he saw his kit, he really did get a 'child in the candy store' smile. He strode over to the Suit with '05' printed over it in the standard military font. He smiled as he ran his hands over the fabric-like weave, feeling it...come to life? On contact with his body, he pulled the suit free from its resting place and quickly slid on the outfit, the 'clothing' conforming to the contours of his body to be comfortable, yet it looked, nice, and a very, standard grey. After sliding on the nano-fiber outfit, that resembled basic military attire, but it felt so much better on him, flicking up the hood, it almost seemed like he didn't have one on, but to the rest, unless they had enhanced vision, they wouldn't see anything of his face.

He turned back to the table, grabbing the vest that held many pouches for magazines, grenades, and other gadgets he had yet to grab. Looking at the rest of his kit, he saw a small crate, bout the size of a large dinner pan. Opening the crate, inside sat a small single-eye optic, which fit to his right eye amazingly well. After he had it on, an interface lit up, and he noticed he had missed a wrist-mountable tool, after taking it and putting it on his wrist, the interface called it 'Anchor' stating it was ready for use. "Shit, even a Masters degree can't prep you for shit this amazing." Soon he looked to what else sat in the crate, and inside he saw a drone that nearly encompassed the whole thing. after a small scouring of the drone he found it's method of activation, a small switch on the inside, and the machine nearly jumped out of the box. Startling James a tad he stepped back, watching as the machine circled around him, was it...Was it looking him over? He'd heard of sentient A.I., but that was a theory before he left. He extended his hand to it, and the drone, bumped the tips of his fingers, almost giving him a curious look. "You are one perky li'l bugger ain't ya?" He chuckled, giving the drone a light pat on the 'head' and motioning for it to follow, which it surprisingly did. As it moved he did a diagnostic on its weapon systems, small flamethrower...it's own SMG, a small grenade launcher...A flash? Nifty. He'll have to figure that out later.

Now it was to his weaponry, which was just as odd as the erst of what he saw, was what resembled a sub-machine gun with an extended barrel, a solid stock, foregrip, hybrid sight, and extended mags. Alongside it sat a compacted shotgun, about the same size, he knew the model and smiled. The gun had a sling, which'd make it easy to carry, the shells were both buck and solid slug. Sitting next to the table was a box for explosives, opening it he saw two spheres with sensory nodes on them, your standard frags, and what looked like remotely detonated charges. With an analysis from his optic, he realized they had nanites that were interfaced with the software in his suit and wrist-tool. According to the interface, he could...'Possess' other machinery? "Nice..."

Snapping the last of the armoured plates into place Saf relaxed for a moment and let her suit settle into place before starting a few warm-up exercises. The rig felt no different than any other she'd worn in her career, if anything it was a little less protective than most she'd used. While her chest was well covered and the interlocking plates running over her abdomen and spine moved smoothly and provided cover her arms and legs only had plates covering about a third of their total area, with her inner arms and thigh only protected by the flexible underlayer which was little more than an alloy weave.

Halfway through her exercises Saf felt the power building inside her again and quickly stopped moving. Carefully straightening up as the power flowed through her Saf realised her entire body was beginning to glow with the same light she'd seen on the gauntlet before.

Moving slowly she tried to touch her arm, but as she drew near the glowing energy seemed to merge, letting her hand pass straight through without difficulty. 'Well, at least I won't have a problem getting the damn thing off when the time comes,' She thought derisively, still not convinced as to the suit's value.

As a thought came over her she quickly lifted her foot and examined the sole of her boot. Almost instantly the glowing field snapped into place, enveloping her feet from below. 'They thought of that, too, huh?' She thought, starting to be impressed by the designer's foresight. As she lowered her foot again Saf felt a moment's pressure before her boot touched the floor, the field shutting off as it detected the constant pressure demanding contact with the deck plating.

Moving over to the rack of weapons Saf ran her eyes over the selection of a moment before reaching out for an SMG which was close at hand. 'Guess I'll need a weapon...' she thought to herself. An instant later the SMG exploded in a shower of metal fragments, skewered on a shaft of energy emanating from Saf's hand. Pulling her gauntlet back quickly Saf glanced down the row at the rest of her squad sheepishly, wondering if any of them had noticed her little mishap.

Seth didn't see the need to respond to anyone as they rode down the elevator. Staying silent and observing was his speciality, so why not use it? Silence was his only constant friend, and observation was the best tool he had in his arsenal. No amount of chatting and aimlessly talking compared to simply watching a person act on their own accord, because people try to make themselves seem a certain way in conversations, and the only way to see that happening is observing multiple conversations with said person and find the things that match to use as a baseline for how they are. Seth walked off the elevator into his designated chamber and almost instinctively stripped once he saw his suit. It was outfitted to be as quiet and elusive as possible. He slips it on, noticing the tight fit, but not suffocating. More like putting on another layer of skin, due to how natural and thin it felt.
Running through the test course was too easy. Though, it was only meant to test the suit's integration, not pose as a mental challenge. Or if it was, it did no good against Seth. Every camera was avoided, even the test camera that was supposed to serve as a starting point for the observing scientists. When Seth re-entered from the ending side, the scientists were baffled. And impressed. Having been told nothing except to run the course without being seen by any person or camera, Seth didn't know of a 'test camera' that he was supposed to be seen in to start the time, the sneaky stealth operative avoided that one, too. Waiting for others to finish their tests and calibrations, Seth sat down, checking out everyone else's armour and weapons. Seth unsheathed the knife from his right boot. His 'last chance bullet'. He'd only kill if he had to, which it shouldn't come to that. His job was to put eyes and ears in the enemy base, not kill them all. He collects all available info, then gets out, the latter being the more difficult of the two.

As she stepped into the testing area Saf heard the scientists' voices calling in through the radio built into her suit's helmet, "All you have to do is eliminate the turrets."

That seems a little too easy, Saf thought to herself, she'd been in the same position on the battlefield a dozen times or more. All she had to do was keep in cover and move around to the turret's weak rear side in order to shut it down. As she sood waiting for the test to start, expecting panels to rise out of the floor to provide simulated battlefield terrain, Saf was surprised to see six turrets rising up out instead. Okay, they did say turrets, now where's the cover?

Without warning the turrets began firing, steady streams of energy pulses tracking round towards the soldier as she stood in the empty space between them. By reflex Saf pulled her arms up to protect her face, feeling the surge of energy from the implants inside her body as she did. Saf's shielding sprung to life just as the first pulse hit, splattering harmlessly against the glowing field surrounding her.

Okay, well that works too, she thought to herself as she stood in the middle of the maelstrom of energy, unharmed thanks to the wonders of modern technology, but how do I take the turrets down?

Remembering back to her mishap in the armoury Saf reached her hand out towards the nearest turret and concentrated, instantly causing a beam of light to project from the focusing len set into her palm. The beam stopped short of the turret, stabilising as a blade about a meter long. Not quite what I hoped for, she thought with a smile, So it's a sword, I can work with that.

Pushing off with her leading foot Saf had planned to sprint towards the turret, but instead she found herself launched several feet into the air, leaping clear of the turrets' energy blasts as the automated guns pivoted to try and catch up with her swift movements. Quickly recovering herself Saf shifted her weight, spinning vertically in the air to drop herself down behind the turret she'd been heading for.

Woah, cool, she thought, reaching back and effortlessly slicing the turret in half with her blade, before quickly darting to one side as the others locked in on her once more. This is going to be easy!

Pushing herself as fast as she could move Saf darted towards the next turret, dodging from side to side to avoid getting hit by the energy bolts flying towards her from its emitter lenses. Projecting blades from both hands to slice the turret into pieces she jumped forwards through the mechanical remains, using them for cover to close with the third.

In less than a minute the soldier stood standing in the middle of the training arena surrounded by the sparking and burning machine parts which moments before had been the turrets. Looking up at the surveillance cameras recording her performance Saf relaxed, letting her blades and shielding snap off leaving her in the middle of the darkened chamber, lit only by the burning debris.

"Is that all you got?" She asked, smiling inside her helmet.

Soon a voice came over his helmet "Ghost, Go through the door on your left, proceed down the hall then forth door on the left. We have a shooting gallery for you." Ghost nodded and walked off fallowing the directions he was provided as he was in a very long room, he could barely see the end of it as he tried to focus down on it, his eyes and suite zoomed in but even then. "Ok ghost we are going to bring up some sighting target,gather ammo from the table, lay down at the line, also each time you nod it gives a green conformation light, it will do this to your squad as well. Shake it and we get a red one." Ghost nodded as there was a table with clips for his gun, he moved and placed three of them on the ground before un-hooking the gun from his chest he laid it down to the right, easier to grab if need be. Soon pulling out his rifle he un-folded the bi-pod as he put the forth 10 round magazine into the clip he laid down resting it on that stand. Bringing the stock to his shoulder as he leaned his head looking through the sight of his scope. His interface came up giving him the range to the back of the wall, 6000meters...damn. "Ok so your weapon is standard affair, built in flash suppressor and that, oh so useful, sound suppressor...cause those work so well on silencing the thunder from the .50 caliber round. Good news the recoiling barrel works" This guy was a bit of a sarcastic asshole, he kind of liked him.

Looking down soon a target came up in front of him, the range read out displayed 500 meters. "Ok now, hold your breath like normal, but don't stop. Your skin now can breath and provide oxygen to your heart mixing with your blood, it's safer that way as well since you can filter out toxins" Ghost paused a moment before nodding his head. He looked down his scope as he reached forward pulling the bolt of his rifle back before pushing it forward placing a round into the chamber. His finger ran along the top of the trigger guard before he brought it down, placing it over the trigger he held his breath. His scope steady he squeezed down on the trigger. There was a "silent" bang echoing through hall, though his helmet dampened the sound, his hand came up pulling the bolt back as the round was ejected and another chambered as he slid it back forward. Three the degrees, down, four to the right. After making his adjustments he pulled the trigger as it was dead on. He saved the settings before the target went down and the next one opened up at a 1000 meters, rinse repeat. He did this again for 1500, 2000, 3000 and then 5000. To think that back in the day shots like this would be deemed impossible, joys of modern tech.

"Ok, so at this moment we don't just needed the gun calibrated, most of the testing we were able to do before you all got here, now we just need to test maneuverability." Ghost nodded again as he stood up, placing the the rifle back around as he then pickd up that rifle and placed the Magazines on pockets in his chest. walking back over he loaded up with three mags for his assault rife, and three for his pistol . These went into pouches on his hip. "Ok proceed to the door across the hall." Nodding he walked across the hall to the next room. Obstetrical course with targets, line at the floor as he moved up to it. Slipping a mag into his Rifle he smacked the bottom locking it in place as he looked forward through that Acog scope "Ok simple battle simulation...Have fun" Soon a red dot appeared and he flipped the rifle into single shot on his Hud before it turned green and he moved. Soon holographic targets came up, with out hesitation he rose his rifle and and squeezed off a round as the hologram went down. Shots fired at him as he moved sliding into cover. His tac display had fired, up, showing directions of the sound as he looked over, looking it marked were the sound was coming from. Popping out of cover he squeezed off a round taking them down.

He moved cover to cover, sliding over obstetrical and squeezing off rounds as he moved quickly. They were intensifying the training, it started out as just a few guys at a time, now it was a god damn army, Sarcastic asshole. Dropping a mag he brought a new one into his gun before pulling back the slide to chamber the first round before moving out. He dropped his gun and pulled his pistol out as he entered a room, three shots and he moved in. He moved with efficiency as soon the hologram died down. "Ok good to go, everything held up fine. Have to say these are some of the best scores I've seen in awhile, Nearly every shot to the heart or other vitals. Good job, you can rejoin your group of marry men" Sarcastic Asshole.

Ghost moved rejoining his team back in the man room and looked around before finding a crate and sitting on it. Waiting for the rest of the team to finish, though he wondered where you could go to get a good drink.

Jackson was excited to test his new equipment. He had seen some of the other walk off to test area to try out their suits and equipment. "Ok Jackson, we're ready to test now" A voice said through a helmet mounted microphone. Jackson walked out of the armoury and towards the designated testing area, ready for what they would throw at him. Needless to say, he was disappointed at the small room with a small pile of assorted scrap objects. "What the f...." Jackson began, but the helmet mic cut him off. "Ahem, Jackson Indar, are you ready to commence training?" The feminine voice asked. "Uh, I guess" Jackson said as he retrieved his assault rifle. "Ah, there's no need for that Indar. We know you can shoot a gun. But do take your sidearm and reload it please, just to show you understand it" Jackson obeyed and put his assault rifle back on his back, and instead took the revolver off of his leg. There were two buttons, one on either side. Jackson pressed one of the buttons and half of the barrel pushed out, revealing three chambers for cartridges. Loading them up, he did the same for the other side. "Good. Now I'd like you to use a medikit on yourself. Simply pla-" The pretentious voice began again, and Indar simple rolled his eyes and obeyed. "Yeah, yeah, I know what I'm doing" Jackson said dryly. He placed the tube against his upper arm and pressed the button on top. He felt a small prick as the microscopic needles punctured both skin and clothing, filling him with medical nanites. "Ahem, well then. For your information, medikits can also be used on others, and even through heavy armour. Now they are typically one use only, so used them wisely. But, if necessary, you, and only you, can refill them with your nanites. There will be a replacement waiting for you outside the door. Now, as you probably know, you can change scrap metals into more useful objects. Try making some of your revolver cartridges with the scrap over there. Three will do" The pretentious woman continued. Jackson sighed and approached the scrap, picking up a piece of metal. With a small bit of effort, the metal scrap turned into a battle ready cartridge. "Good job. I'm sure you've been informed of your other abilities. Underwater breathing, healing nanites. You're ready to fight Jackson" The voice finally stopped and Indar was free to leave the room. He picked up the replacement medkit and navigated back to the armoury where he came from.