[color=00a651] [h2] [centre] Victor Asimov [/centre] [/h2]
[hr] [centre] Location: waiting on the recruits >>> At Camp Equinox airstrip [/centre] [/color]

It wasn't long before some of the facility's personnel began making their way onto the VTOL. They didn't seem to say much just put their bags in the middle of the craft with the rest of the sophisticated gear and found a seat. Some talked amongst themselves while others did try to ask him and his leadership cadre questions. Receiving only silence and stern stares in return.

Once all the necessary personnel and equipment was on board the flight crew began their pre-flight inspection. The command cadre found their seats toward the front of the aircraft and stood at attention in front of their seats. Victor stepped up his hands folded neatly behind his back while his eyes drifted over the children and a few of the other facility personnel that would be joining them.

[color=00a651]“Your attention please!”[/color] waiting for a moment for the children to settle down, [color=00a651]“I would like to formally inform you of your acceptance into Special Operations for Applied Sciences, Task Force Golem.”[/color] He paused for a moment as he began to slowly pace back and forth in the front of the craft. [color=00a651]“My name is Victor Asimov, you will address me as Asimov or Colonel I will be your commanding officer. You will address my command cadre as their last name or Lieutenant.”[/color] A short pause, [color=00a651]“do you understand!”[/color]

He took the time to introduce each of the other officers who in turn stepped forward and then back to their original position. [color=00a651]“We will be leaving shortly for Camp Equinox. Like you, this camp is a top secret facility. You are not to disclose your information to the other soldiers at this camp unless ordered too.”[/color] The tall man reached up and grabbed a handle as the four massive engines started spinning up. This prompted the man to put some ear muffs on with a mic and instructed the others to do the same.

Resuming with his speech while the VTOL shuttered and groaned with the added weight on takeoff. [color=00a651]“The purpose of this move is to give you specialized military training. we will train you in how to hold and conduct yourself in a military manner. We will push you to your limits, we will break you down, and we will see how far you can go before we build you all back up into a respectable fighting force.”[/color] Asimov waited for the aircraft to level out before returning to his seat. [color=00a651]“My self and the other instructors are not your friends, we are not your scientists. But we will keep you alive, we will make you stronger, we will make you better.”[/color] Sitting down and strapping himself in the man had one final comment, [color=00a651]“follow your orders and you’ll be fine. The only thing we ask of you, is that you don’t quite.”[/color]
 

[color=00a651][centre]/////>>>>--- A few hours later ---<<<<\\\\\[/centre][/color]


The instructors had sat there quietly observing the kids during the flight. Occasionally whispering something or making some kind of gesture towards the other instructors. This was until the radio crackled to life with the voice of the pilots, [color=orange]“making our final approach now.”[/color] With that Que Victor stood and resumed his earlier position while holding onto another pipe above him. [color=00a651]“When the cargo bay door opens you are to grab your gear and follow the flashing white lights to the barracks. There are multiple buildings. Those that are housed in barracks Alpha with me are as follows.”[/color] A small drop down visor appeared in blue over his left eye. [color=00a651]“Trey Anders, Kiki Moondance, Beatrix Tanner, Fiore Alba, and Audra Hannon.”[/color] The man moved to the back of the VTOL when it landed and the other instructors called out names.

The Cargo bay door slowly lowered as the rotors slowed to a stop. [color=00a651]“Everybody up!”[/color] Asimov motioned for them to stand, [color=00a651]“now get your shit and get out! Move! Move! Move!”[/color] he was yelling at them. The cargo bay door opened up to cool afternoon air on a cloudy day. Thick pine forest expanded out for miles until climbing the steep slopes of tall snow caped mountains. The airstrip was clean but otherwise deserted. Stark concrete and metal structures cropped up to the north of the run way. Several jets and other military aircraft set quietly inside hangers and earthen bunkers on the opposite side of the runway. Flashing white lights guided the Birthed towards their new homes and what looked to be training grounds.


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