Practice RP "UNSCMC Boot Camp" - Anyone Welcome To Join

[Ward, J.]

((OOC: This is a practice RP for anyone willing to join. I will be playing as Gunny Michael Ward, Senior Drill Instructor for the platoon. I need two other people to fill in as Drill Instructors. A Staff Sergeant as Experienced DI and Sergeant as the "Kill Hat," Assistant DI. Everyone else involved play fresh-faced 16+ year old Marine Corps recruits. This should be both interesting and fun, and should also help improve the general knowedge of the players on how to plah Marines (as you'll learn a lot of basics, as well as the normal fluff like how to wear a uniform and etc. Either way, if enough people come in, it should be fun. I would like at least the average post to contain four to six paragraphs, but more than that would be grand. I just don't feel like anything less than four decently sized paragraphs is worth reading.))

0200 Hours Local Time, May 3rd, 2525 (MILITARY CALENDAR) /
UNSCDFMC Recruit Training Depot Camp McClain, Viery Territory, Eposz,
Planet Reach, Epsilon Eridani System

It was a cool evening like always. The last days of winter had recently passed and spring had come in full bloom several days before. Normally at this hour of the morning most people would asleep in their nice, comfy beds in their warm houses. However, the three individuals standing outside the Receiving Barracks of the Marine Corps Recruit Depot Camp McClain were far from your average people. And tonight would be far from ordinary for a batch of young men and women that had a thirst to become the stuff of legend: UNSC Marines.

Senior Drill Instructor Gunnery Sergeant Michael Jonathan Ward stood at the helm of the three-man formation, his light brown eyes fixed on the long grey bus that had just passed through the main gate of the base just moments ago. It was on its way towards the roundabout in front of the Receiving Building, and would come to a stop in front of the veteran Marines standing between the recruits on board that bus and the building behind them.

As the bus approached the two Drill Instructors behind Ward snapped to parade rest, their eyes front and their hands clasped behind their backs. Their feet were spread apart at shoulder length, their feet facing at a forty-five degree angle.

The three Marines were dressed in full service uniform. A khaki short sleeve button up blouse with dark green rank insignia emblazoned on their sleeves. They wore blue pants with scarlet seams and polished black dress shoes. Mounted atop their craniums was the signature headwear of Drill Instructors since centuries ago: the dark brown "Smokey Bear" Campaign Cover. In the center of the cover above the brim of the hat and black trim was the shiny golden UNSCMC emblem in all its glory.

A few seconds passed before the bus slowly entered the roundabout and came to a halt in front of the three individuals who would be responsible for training the people that sat on that bus. Even before the doors opened to admit the Senior Drill Instructor onto the bus he could hear the voices of dozens of unwitting recruits conversating amongst their peers. The slightest hint of a grin splayed across Ward's features before there was a loud, pneumatic hiss and the bus doors parted before him.

The Drill Instructors behind him snapped to attention, their heels clacking together before they marched to either side of the exit of the transport. The recruits would be ambushed as soon as they stepped off the bus. Michael exhaled one long, heavy sigh, before he crossed the threshold into the bus and marched up the steps.

As soon as his eyes met the visage of the seated recruits, his expression turned mean and he clenched his fists. When he screamed, his voice echoed throughout the confines of the vehicle, intensifying the impact of his words. "SHUT YOUR FILTHY SUCKS!"

In the blink of the eye the entire bus fell silent; so quiet one could most assuredly hear a pin drop for miles. If he hadn't become so used to the phenomenon he would have probably spared a moment to marvel at such a thing. However, he was not in any way surprised about any of this. After all, this was perhaps the four hundredth time he'd done this. It was as normal as waking up to reveille every morning.

Having instantly acquired the full and undivided attention of every living soul aboard the bus, Ward proceeded to give his short, but prompt speech. "You are now aboard Marine Corps Recruit Depot Camp McClain," he said swiftly, his eyes moving from one recruit to another. "You will leave your shit on the bus and will exit the vehicle in a orderly, swift fashion and will assume the position of attention on my yellow footprints outside. You will keep your disgusting sewers SHUT and will only reply with the words AYE, SIR. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!"

"Aye, sir!" the recruits said in unison.

Ward shook his head. "OPEN YOUR GODDAMN MOUTHS! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!"

"AYE, SIR!"

Ward nodded. "THEN GET OFF MY BUS! MOVE!"

With that, the Gunnery Sergeant hustled off the bus and out of the way. He would pounce on the first recruit off the bus and chase them to the yellow footprints.

Marine Corps Boot Camp had begun.

[Lawson, S]

0200 Hours Local Time, May 3rd, 2525 (MILITARY CALENDAR) /
UNSCDFMC Recruit Training Depot Camp McClain, Viery Territory, Eposz,
Planet Reach, Epsilon Eridani System

Jake Wilmington had just realised where he was headed, well that wasn't strictly true, he knew where he was heading and why, but it hadn't fully sunk in, but now it had. He was finally here and as the bus went through the main gate and around the roundabout of the base, he went over what he had been told, "boot" was touch but it made you a marine and more importantly it was said to turn bots into men or through them by the side of the road. Jake had just 24 hours previously finished celebrating his seventeenth birthday in a UNSCDF transit station. Jake had decided to join the marines after hearing rumours about things boiling in the outer colonies, and also that he wanted to be the best and the marines claimed and were both rumoured and were the toughest,best and first in, he didn't really have a death wish but after how he fared at school he didn't have much of a choice. Having basically just passed tenth grade he joined.

As the bus began to pull up his adrenaline flared and he would have looked almost ready to explode, but so did a few of the other recruits. When the marine with the big hat and gold UNSCMC emblem shouted "SHUT YOUR FILTHY SUCKS!" The bus fell instantly quiet, Jake assumed he was the drill instructor as he had probably watched to many films, but he knew he was probably right.

The drill instructor followed up with "You are now aboard Marine Corps Recruit Depot Camp McClain," which was in turn followed by, "You will leave your shit on the bus and will exit the vehicle in a orderly, swift fashion and will assume the position of attention on my yellow footprints outside. You will keep your disgusting sewers SHUT and will only reply with the words AYE, SIR. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!" to which Jake and the rest of the bus replied with "Aye, Sir!".

The drill instructor looked disappointed and shook his head which was followed by his bellowing of, "OPEN YOUR GODDAMN MOUTHS! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!" to which Jake along with the rest of bus screamed at the top of their lungs "AYE, SIR!" the drill instructor then bellowed "THEN GET OFF MY BUS! MOVE!" which as the instructor left the bus left everyone with around half a second of the most awkward silence people moved off the bus. Jake was not the first off the bus but was probably within the first ten and he moved in a perfect silence to where 'his' set of yellow foot prints was and he at least tried to stand at attention, but with his rather below average height of five foot nine inches, small nose, miss matching blue and green eyes looked probably looked somewhat awkward.

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Sergeant Barney Custer stood to the back and right of Gunny Ward slightly towering over the man at six foot four inches. He had known the man since childhood and was surprised when he was picked to be part of the man’s cadre. Albeit it was a pleasant surprise. Unlike most of the Marines that were chosen to be an assistant Drill Instructor, lovingly referred to as the Kill Hat, Custer enjoyed his position. He got to call out idiotic mistakes that boots make BEFORE they’re out out into the field and try to correct them. Other aspects, such as his imagination and creativity also helped to add a unique twist to every cycle.

The grizzled Marine took in a deep breath relishing the mixture of cold air and the lukewarm breeze that lazily drifted over the three statuesque figures standing the dark. This would be the notorious Black Friday that every Marine since the creation of the Corps would have nightmares about for years afterward. It was partially his job to make sure that this morning would forever have an imprint on the young recruits. He already had several ideas that were already green lighted by not only the Senior Drill Instructor, but both the Commanding Officer and the Company First Sergeant. In all honesty he didn’t think that his suggestions would be approved. Thinking about what was going to happen the first morning when they woke the recruits put a wicked smile on his face and caused his grey eyes to flicker with a sinister light momentarily.

The recruits would quickly learn to wake up in the morning.

A faint luminosity cut through the dark like a bullet through soft flesh. As the gunmetal grey transit bus rolled up to the gate, Custer felt a shiver of excitement touch his spinal column. It had been a long month since their last cycle had graduated. Out of the 73 that had arrived, only 44 graduated with the company. The others either quit, were sent home for being retarded, or were pushed back to a different company. Despite what was passed down from the higher ups, 4th Recruit Training Battalion 1st Recruit Training Regiment Hotel Company always took quality over quantity.

Out of habit and training, Custer instantly shifted to the parade rest position as the bus moved through the gate. Momentarily the head lights flashed over the three figures that radiated an air of not only authority but also of horror. Soon after the bus rolled in front of them before the hissing of air brakes filled the night as the bus came to a halt. Immediately he and the other Drill Instructor snapped to attention and marched to either side of the doors leading into the bus. Here they were to wait until the recruits started filing out.

Inside the dull yammering of the numerous degenerates that wished to call themselves Marines seeped through the open doors. Without warning; the SDI shouted at the recruits who responded with little motivation which was promptly fixed. Shortly after stepping on, Ward was out of the bus again and took a position across from Custer. The first recruit seemed to step off the bus casually and stop to take in a view. This sprung Custer into action.

Without warning, Custer planted a blow in the recruits abdomen before picking the man up by the scruff of his neck and back of his trousers while shouting in a Cockney accent, “Oi donkey nuts! Move yor ass!” Before any of the recruits behind the first could blink, the recruit was airborne. He landed with a thud two sets of feet from the yellow footprints before scrambling to his feet and taking a makeshift attention stance with blood flowing from his nose.

[Ward, J.]

Gunnery Sergeant Ward watched as Sergeant Barney Custer, a man he'd known for a long time and come to greatly respect, made an example of the first would-be recruit that near casually stepped off the bus. The man was an intimidating sight and someone who was never to be trifled with. He was the source of much horror to the recruits; he instilled the fear of a deity in each and every one of the men and women who aspired to be Marines.

The individuals situated behind the first man off paused with shocked expressions as their companion was tossed through the air. Ward immediately picked up the slack by screaming at the recruits to get off the bus, and even grabbed one of them and shoved them towards the spot where the yellow footprints were situated. His eyes fell upon one of the recruits in the herd who stood out from the rest.

He stood at relatively average height, being only a few inches shorter than the grizzled Marine, and had different colored eyes. Blue and green hues made for an odd combination--and not something usually seen. This oddity made the recruit mlre noticeable than his peers and offered Ward the perfect opportunity to begin establishing the pecking order.

Quickly following the recruit as he hustled over to the yellow footprints, he stopped directly in front of the young man. He looked to be no younger than sixteen and had short brown hair that looked to have been recently trimmed. Yet another thing to add to his repertoire for later usage against the kid. For now he'd settle with the eyes.

After all, they were his most distinguishable feature.

"What have we here?!" Ward inquired rhetorically, his eyes scrutinizing the recruit from top to bottom. Ward noted his attempt at mimicing the position of attention was laughable. Something he was very certainly going to correct. "I didn't know the UNSC was admittin' mythica creatures into our ranks. What the hell are you supposed to be? A goddamned fairy dwarf or somethin'?"

He paused for a moment to allow the recruit a chance to sputter out a response. Roughly about mid-sentence Ward shook his head and inched his way closer to the recruit, his face being mere inches away from that of Wilmington's. "SHUT IT! YOU LOOK LIKE A BAG OF ASS!"

Ward leaned forward so his nose was mere centimeters from that of the recruit's. He locked his brown eyes with his own miscolored hues. "Stand up straight, eyes front! Hands at your sides, balled to fists, thumb touching the seams of your trousers! DO IT! SAY AYE, SIR!"

Ward didn't pay attention to his response, stepping away from the recruit to observe the still amassing horde of people. The bus was now about half empty meaning it wouldn't be much longer now before the recruits were fully formed up. He faced to the left so that he was staring at the formation of the young men and women whom hailed from all over the Inner Colonies (and the occasional Outer Colony, too). In just a moment he would officially introduce the recruits to himself and his Drill Instructors and begin "laying down the law."

[MrKill]

Second Lieutenant Johnathon B'Sheau Killinger
Camp McClain
Off Duty

"Thank you, sir." Killinger responded.

Camp McClain's commanding officer was a friend to John's father, who was now a Major in the UNSCMC, and John decided to visit while the vessel he was assigned too was in orbit. What better to catch up with an old friend who'd been around since John himself was born. Heck, the man was practically his long lost uncle.

"You're what - twenty one now?" He asked; John nodded quickly, his lips curling into a grin.

"All grown up now, si-" John was about to say.

"Ah, cut the sir crap, John. You and I may not be close, but I know your father - and him and I are close. I'm glad you decided to follow in his career path. He is one hell of a Marine, and I'm hoping you're going to be too. If you don't remember, my first name is Pencer," Bill said. "I only mention that because I doubt you remember my first name, that's all."

"Well I do," John let out a nervous chuckle. "It's hard to forget 'tickle me till I pe-cer'; a nick-name my dad gave you." John replied, smiling stupidly.

"It stuck, hey? You were just a kid!" Pencer replied, grinning. "And you remember that?"

"Yes I do," John replied. "That is also hard to forget. Did you realize my father made a pun from your name?"

"Of course I did. Pencer is a unique name, so pe... cer," Pencer paused. "Let's just say it fit at the time. It's long lost, and I'd appreciate it if it stayed like that."

"Of course," John replied. "Won't leave my lips."

"I'm running out of time. A new bus is arriving and it's 0200, so I'm rather tired." Pencer said.

"I understand," John stopped. "Well; it was nice seeing you again. By the way, have this." John added, reaching into his breast pocket and pulling out a picture of his son. Pencer took it and smiled, looked at John and nodded, before walking past him. Not a word was said. The door to his office hissed open and closed quickly, leaving John standing there, without his new picture.

John quietly exited the office, and since this was a place for new recruits and Pencer said he had a new bus arriving, the shouting outside made a lot of sense.

[Lawson, S]

Jake gulped as one of the other sergeants outside hit the first man and threw him back quite a distance, everyone froze for almost a second, but soon the instructor who had quite the punch was yanking people out of the bus and those behind began to push. Once he had taken his position he was almost immediately picked up for his rather dismal attempt at attention. "What have we here?!" Said the first drill instructor from the bus to Jake as the man came right in front. 


"I didn't know the UNSC was admittin' mythica creatures into our ranks. What the hell are you supposed to be? A goddamned fairy dwarf or somethin'?" Was the next bellowing hate filled balled of words that hit Jake right in the face which was soon followed by a contemptuous "SHUT IT! YOU LOOK LIKE A BAG OF ASS!" once the Instructor was within one or two inches of Jake's face.

This was followed by the not particularly friendly instructions of how to stand at attention properly which was: "Stand up straight, eyes front! Hands at your sides, balled to fists, thumb touching the seams of your trousers! DO IT! SAY AYE, SIR!" this was first followed by Jake screaming out "AYE, SIR!" and began adjusting his position to that of a rather well done attention.

The instructor had almost given Jake a heart attack, as he was told how to do it properly Jake was almost pissing his pants hoping not to fail and get it right this time. As the instructor walked away Jake relaxed mentally a little but made sure his position of attention was as good if not better than everyone else's all he could think of was 'am I doing this right' and 'holy crap I almost died!?!?!?!"

[Ward, J.]

Once everyone had exited the bus and fallen into formation, Ward gestured for the Drill Instructors to fall in behind him. The two men ceased what they were doing and marched past him and halted. They executed crisp about faces and snapped to rigid attention. What had a moment ago been lions harassing their prey had turned to statues with stern expressions plastered to their faces. It must've been disorienting for the recruits.

And this was only the beginning.

Michael clasped his hands behind his back as he eyed up his audience. Some of them seemed fearful of him, while others appeared to be emulating the two instructors behind him. And others? Their expressions were of cluelessness.

It reminded Ward of himself in a way. When he had first stepped onto the yellow footprints after suffering a verbal beating by the DIs, he'd continually asked himself "what have I done?!" The memory almost brought a smile to his face.

Almost.

Stepping forward, he began to march around the group of recruits. He stepped up close to the recruit he'd just yelled at and eyed him up for a moment before continuing to pace down the line. Hopefully this action would inspire some nervousness in the recruits.

"When I say ears, you will say 'open, sir.' When I say eyes, you'll say 'snapped, sir.' For now on, the last words out of your filthy traps will be 'sir'. I will NOT tolerate anything less. Do you understand?!"

"YES, SIR!"

"Really?!" Ward asked, raising his voice a little. "Let's see. EARS!"

"OPEN, SIR!"

He nodded. "EYES!"

"SNAPPED, SIR!"

Ward nodded again, this time with the slightest hint of a grin. Even though he hadn't made the intention of doing so, it still appeared predatory in nature. With a soft inhale and exhale of breath, he started with his usual introductory speech.

"I'm am Gunnery Sergeant Ward, your Senior Drill Instructor. The fine gentlemen behind me are Experienced Drill Instructor Staff Sergeant Tyson and Assistant Drill Instructor Sergeant Barney Custer. Together we form the epitome of what it means to be a UNSC Marine," Ward began, keeping his eyes on the formation. "A Marine is an individual that encompasses the highest virtues of professionalism and warrior skill. A Marine never lies, cheats, or compromises. For the next twelve weeks you will be thoroughly indoctrinated into the Corps and have an undying love for the well-being of humanity. For now on you will no longer use words such as 'i', 'my', or 'me'. Instead you will say 'this recruit,' 'that recruit', or 'these recruits'."

He paused for a moment to let his words sink in. Then, he gestured towards the receiving building. "As soon as you enter the building to your right, you will not be allowed to leave the premises of this base. You will pass through those doors one time, and one time ONLY. It is to symbolize your transformation from a civilian to a Marine. Do you understand?!"

[Ward, J.]

Once everyone had exited the bus and fallen into formation, Ward gestured for the Drill Instructors to fall in behind him. The two men ceased what they were doing and marched past him and halted. They executed crisp about faces and snapped to rigid attention. What had a moment ago been lions harassing their prey had turned to statues with stern expressions plastered to their faces. It must've been disorienting for the recruits.

And this was only the beginning.

Michael clasped his hands behind his back as he eyed up his audience. Some of them seemed fearful of him, while others appeared to be emulating the two instructors behind him. And others? Their expressions were of cluelessness.

It reminded Ward of himself in a way. When he had first stepped onto the yellow footprints after suffering a verbal beating by the DIs, he'd continually asked himself "what have I done?!" The memory almost brought a smile to his face.

Almost.

Stepping forward, he began to march around the group of recruits. He stepped up close to the recruit he'd just yelled at and eyed him up for a moment before continuing to pace down the line. Hopefully this action would inspire some nervousness in the recruits.

"When I say ears, you will say 'open, sir.' When I say eyes, you'll say 'snapped, sir.' For now on, the last words out of your filthy traps will be 'sir'. I will NOT tolerate anything less. Do you understand?!"

"YES, SIR!"

"Really?!" Ward asked, raising his voice a little. "Let's see. EARS!"

"OPEN, SIR!"

He nodded. "EYES!"

"SNAPPED, SIR!"

Ward nodded again, this time with the slightest hint of a grin. Even though he hadn't made the intention of doing so, it still appeared predatory in nature. With a soft inhale and exhale of breath, he started with his usual introductory speech.

"I'm am Gunnery Sergeant Ward, your Senior Drill Instructor. The fine gentlemen behind me are Experienced Drill Instructor Staff Sergeant Tyson and Assistant Drill Instructor Sergeant Barney Custer. Together we form the epitome of what it means to be a UNSC Marine," Ward began, keeping his eyes on the formation. "A Marine is an individual that encompasses the highest virtues of professionalism and warrior skill. A Marine never lies, cheats, or compromises. For the next twelve weeks you will be thoroughly indoctrinated into the Corps and have an undying love for the well-being of humanity. For now on you will no longer use words such as 'i', 'my', or 'me'. Instead you will say 'this recruit,' 'that recruit', or 'these recruits'."

He paused for a moment to let his words sink in. Then, he gestured towards the receiving building. "As soon as you enter the building to your right, you will not be allowed to leave the premises of this base. You will pass through those doors one time, and one time ONLY. It is to symbolize your transformation from a civilian to a Marine. Do you understand?!"

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Baltimore Marks hadn't known what to expect, but he would have never expected this. He had kept to himself the whole bus ride, watching the scenery whiz by the windows and listening to the small conversations, ranging from hushed to just shy of shouting. That is, until the bus rolled to a stop and the Senior Drill Sergeant stepped aboard. The entire bus fell silent and conversation ceased at the his command. The silence was practically deafening.

"You are now aboard Marine Corps Recruit Depot Camp McClain. You will leave your s--- on the bus and will exit the vehicle in a orderly, swift fashion and will assume the position of attention on my yellow footprints outside. You will keep your disgusting sewers SHUT and will only reply with the words AYE, SIR. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!",he barked.

"Aye, Sir!", Balto chimed in unison with the rest of the startled recruits.

What have I gotten myself into?

Apparently unsatisfied with that answer, he shouted again ,"OPEN YOUR G------ MOUTHS! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!"


"Aye, Sir!", Balto shouted in unison with the other recruits.

He followed the others off the bus, feeling a jittery nervousness in his stomach as he saw the first recruit practically thrown into line. He fell into formation next to the recruit who was being ridiculed for his poor attempt at attention and apparent likeness of a mythical creature.

Glad I'm not that guy.

Overhearing the instructions for a proper stand at attention, he fell suit. He glance momentarily at the guy next to him. He looked like he just had a heart attack, and frankly, Balto couldn't blame him. Balto couldn't help but wonder if the Drill Sergeant and his Assistants were part shark or something. After all, they were only missing an extra row of teeth (or were they?).  

Balto was silent for much of the ordeal, focusing his nervous energy into stifling tremors of fear or other signs of weakness and intimidation. He didn't want to give the Drill Sergeant the satisfaction. He spoke only in unison with the others, chiming:
 "Yes, Sir!" and "Open, Sir!" and "Snapped, Sir!", while attempting not to stand out from the others.

Hell, even the guy's grin was predatory. 

"I'm am Gunnery Sergeant Ward, your Senior Drill Instructor. The fine gentlemen behind me are Experienced Drill Instructor Staff Sergeant Tyson and Assistant Drill Instructor Sergeant Barney Custer. Together we form the epitome of what it means to be a UNSC Marine," the Drill Sergeant began. "A Marine is an individual that encompasses the highest virtues of professionalism and warrior skill. A Marine never lies, cheats, or compromises. For the next twelve weeks you will be thoroughly indoctrinated into the Corps and have an undying love for the well-being of humanity. For now on you will no longer use words such as 'i', 'my', or 'me'. Instead you will say 'this recruit,' 'that recruit', or 'these recruits'."



He paused for a moment to let his words sink in. Then, he gestured towards the receiving building. "As soon as you enter the building to your right, you will not be allowed to leave the premises of this base. You will pass through those doors one time, and one time ONLY. It is to symbolize your transformation from a civilian to a Marine. Do you understand?!"


"Yes, Sir!", Balto chimed in unison with the rest of the recruits, too terrified to even attempt a smart-aleck response.