Sergeant Kristopher Gatling
Vangar Prime, Military Academy Installation
Urnoua System
(Out of Command: This is just an introductory post. Not all of my posts will be this large. This was just to show some characterization.)
A young man with jet black hair with a stern look on his face stepped out of his temporary quarters with only his black battle dress uniform pants on with a skin tight black sleeveless shirt which revealed a chiselled torso and muscular arms, revealing years of physical training. The man reached into his right pocket with his right hand and pulled out his portable communications device and switched to his fireteam's frequency.
"Spectre Two, Three and Four, this is Spectre One. Rendezvous at these coordinates in ten minutes. Spectre One out," spoke the man with dark eyes as he slipped the device back into his pocket.
The coordinates given to his team was not the ordinary training spot, but the man was still solitary and disliked large crowds. He often found it humorous how he hated large crowds but joined the military, but he quickly pushed that thought to the back of his mind as he made his way to the locale. In a matter of minutes, the man arrived at the location and began patiently waiting for his team to arrive.
First to arrive was his second-in-command and his best friend, Tyrone Black "Mamba" (a.k.a. Spectre Two) a man who took the military life to heart and soul. He was a damn great soldier, specializing in Close-Quarter Battle and the Sergeant would not have any other cover his back. A magnificent feat as the Sergeant didn't trust easily. Spectre Two saluted the Sergeant and was saluted in return, but soon the two men engaged in a bromance hug as they began talking while they waited.
Second to make their way to the locale, a few minutes having past by was Spectre Four, a small and petite woman with short brown hair and brown eyes along with a slightly darker skin complexion. But don't let her small figure fool you, this woman is cold-hearted, methodical and not afraid to do what it takes to get the job done whether that be snipe a man from a mile away, provide overwatch or simply sharp shoot as the team advanced. She was an excellent shot as she rarely missed and if someone needed to be deleted from long-range, she was the Sergeant's go-to gal.
Last to show up, but certainly not least, was Spectre Three. A tall, large man who was also the silent type, much like Kristopher himself. It was one of the reasons why he hand picked him for his team, though there were other factors in the decision as well. He valued each and every one of his soldiers, as they each had their own expertise he could utilize in the battlefield to achieve victory for the Vangar Dominion. Spectre Three was the heavy weapons expert and demolitions expert, always useful in battles against armor or air support as small arms fire didn't provide enough firepower to punch through the plating.
After salutes were given, Kristopher looked between his fireteam and began speaking,
"We're here to train. Mamba and I are going to spar heavily. Spectre Three and Four, you two will watch. And when Mamba and I are finished, we will help you two with your hand-to-hand training. Any questions?"
"Yessir," hissed Spectre Four.
"Why am I training in hand-to-hand and not practising at the range?"
"Because, despite being my designated marksman, you will be forced into situations where your sniper rifle won't be ideal and you may not have the time to pull out your sidearm. So without this training, you could and most likely will die. My job as Fireteam Leader is to prevent that from happening. So you'll train, got it? If you don't like it, suck it up Princess. Because I know right now, if Mamba really wanted to, he could snap your neck in a flash."
"Not if I shoot him first," replied Spectre Four which caused Mamba to burst into laughter.
"Go for it. I order you right now. Pull your sidearm and try to shoot him."
"You're serious?" she questioned, her pretty face twisted with confusion.
"You want me to shoot him?"
"No, I want you to try. Big difference, Spectre Four." This caused the woman to narrow her eyes at the Sergeant before she pulled her pistol as fast as she could and tried to aim for Mamba, but by the time she had the gun out and started aiming, Mamba had swiftly rolled forward, closing the few paces of distance between them. When she pulled the trigger, she missed her target as he had suddenly performed a rolling dive. Before she could adjust her aim, Mamba swept the woman off her feet and as she fell, disarmed the woman of her handgun and dropped the weapon next to her.
"Now, can we start?" asked Kristopher of Spectre Four and he got a nod in repliance.
"Good. Ready Mamba?" The dark skinned man nodded and smirked, he always enjoyed sparring his best friend.
Kristopher bolted for Mamba as he covered the distance with astonishing speed. He threw out a quick flurry of blows but Mamba's guard was on point, blocking and parrying successfully. Then he suddenly dropped low with a twist as he threw out his foot in a sweeping motion, trying to catch Kristopher offguard, but the Sergeant was quick to react as he performed a no-handed cartwheel. The sweep went low as the man flipped over it and he landed with a vicious downward axe kick slamming down straight for Mamba's head, but he was quick enough to throw his guard up, but the brutal kick knocked him flat on his rump... but not without bruising his arms.
Kristopher lunged forward as he threw out a frontal knee strike, aiming to knock his best friend's lights out, but he rolled backwards and dodged the attack. He also managed to put some distance between the two of them, though it didn't last long as Mamba lunged at Kristopher after standing. He threw out a mighty superman punch, hoping the Sergeant was caught in mid-strike, which he was, and the fist connected with his chin. It snapped his head to the side, but he was quick to recover, but it still put Kristopher on the defense as it was Mamba's turn for the offense. A quick punching feint to open up his guard followed by a swift inner thigh kick but the Sergeant was quick to knee check the kick and stop his offense for a moment. A split second opportunity was all Kristopher needed as he closed the distance and grabbed Mamba into a clench. He pushed out Spectre Two's left arm and grabbed a hold of his right, and with years of practice, flipped the man up and over his shoulder with a perfectly executed judo arm toss and came down on top of Mamba as he still held onto his arm and put him into a bone crunching arm bar. Mamba tapped the ground a few times and the Sergeant let the submission go as he rolled back and off his best friend. Kristopher got to his feet and reached down with an arm to help his comrade to his feet.
The Sergeant looked at Spectre Three and Four and smirked.
"Ready?"
~~~~~
A couple days had past by since the hand-to-hand training occurred and a lot happened. Attempted assassination on the Magistrate's life, the Imperium's Empress gunned down in a firefight and Vangar Dominion declaring war on the Terran Federation, not to mention the alliance between the Imperium and the Vangar. He had his suspicions though. He didn't trust easily. Especially to those who valued covert operations and intelligence. Who knew what their real agenda was?
"Yo, Odin," came a deep voice. The voice snapped the Sergeant out of his thoughts and back into reality.
"You coming?"
"Yeah, sorry Mamba. Just thinking about this whole predicament," he replied.
"But we got a war to win, so let's go kick some Terran a**!"
And with that said, Fireteam Spectre made their way to a ship, having orders to be brought aboard VNS Blackjack to serve under Major Cassandra Khan for the assault on Krala.
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