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DAY 3 - PLAY STATION
...Inexperience is death. Plug in to play out this realistic battle scenario, as if you were actually there. Zsaekriel's troops are your enemy. Work together, survive, think on your feet, and attempt to pass this test. To fail your men in here is to fail yourself out there. Details to come in the thread.
Combatants: Zsaekriel, Balthazar, and Blank
...Inexperience is death. Plug in to play out this realistic battle scenario, as if you were actually there. Zsaekriel's troops are your enemy. Work together, survive, think on your feet, and attempt to pass this test. To fail your men in here is to fail yourself out there. Details to come in the thread.
Combatants: Zsaekriel, Balthazar, and Blank
It was time. Each combatant had been called to the designated and prepared room for their next test and training. Zsaekriel was standing there, the same black and silvery garb of his days in purgatory, awaiting the three Jedi that had volunteered themselves to represent the Order. Facing the door with arms folded behind his back, he patiently awaited in front of four wheel-shaped consoles. The most state of the art simulation pods were installed in this room, all plugged in to one center terminal which all consoles faced in a semi-circle to the wall. All watching would be in designated airing locations around the ship, but none would be permitted here other than the three combatants whom Zsaekriel was becoming to know through these tests. Here he would further challenge them to find the basis on which to begin the Order's general need for teaching.
As each of them arrived, he would maintain a level of pleasant exchange while keeping distance as one of their leaders with a simple:
"Welcome."
Zsaekriel sought no friends heres, but to set this Order on the right path. So, while he greeted them, he would pay little attention to their previously imprinted reactions to his first impressions on all of them from days past. This 'Hell Week' was one hell of a hello to the Jedi he'd be acting as Councilor to. This greeting was necessary in Zsaekriel's belief, and so too was the proper use of their time. So he would waste none of it and wave each of them into their designated seats within the vertically positioned rings that were their consoles. Their feet would fit into pockets, just as their hands would slip into relaxed sensories. The white-coated assistant in the room, at first hiding in the corner, would then make his rounds and hook up each of them with surrounding mechanisms sliding into place and inserting instruments wherever need be. Zsaekriel would be the last to join them, each awaiting the group in a loading lobby.
As each of them joined in an aware state of brain activity, linked through the visually accepted stimulus, they would find themselves standing in a white empty space; wide open and without the Battle Master's presence. But within their time of acclimation, the combatants would suddenly the striking of a figure like a laser shot down from the sky; a slit of a line that, once impacting with the blank-white ground, expanded into the image of Zsaekriel. He wrapped his arms around his back and began pacing before them.
"Here we are again... There will be three angles to this simulation. Three groups of armies are awaiting your leadership, neutral until changing to your influence. These soldiers will reflect your intensions and the way you go about accomplishing your goals for this battle. There will be no Sith, no Alliance. Just two large groups of forces with a third slightly smaller group. My goal, with the control over one major group, will be to defeat you, Knight Surana. You, controlling the other major group, will be faced with a judgement when the threat of my forces are upon you and a third party seeks to change the board. You, Master Blank, will be that third party. Controlling the smaller group, your goal is to take the entire battle without the use of numbers. Balthazar, your forces' teamwork and cooperation will accomplish your victory here. Keep that in mind. Master Blank, I leave your methods to your own council. And I will do what I must to defeat you, Knight Surana, you both if the scenario demands it.
Begin."
And with that, a flash overtook their senses. Towering trees, rolling hills, random formations of kath hounds, mountainous backgrounds, and fluttering birds all dropped into awareness as the life of this world gave description to their battlefield. The fairly level and even open land was green with grass, a wide open territory with but a small cluster of dense trees protruding into the center of the battlefield from the right; thus creating an arc, which the two main forces would start at either end and the smaller force would start at the center from within the trees. Though no one of the three parties would be able to see the other at first, the two main forces would have to make for the center of the arc over scooping hills and numorous groups of beasts in order to face the other.
The two main forces (Zsaekriel's forces on one end and Sereph's and Dain's forces on the other) had a back lining of five slow moving tanks, with ranks ranging in number for snipers, heavy artillery, and infantry. The center less numorous force (Blank's forces) would have a special team of sabateurs with explosive capabilities. They have no tanks but do have a number of heavy artillery, snipers, and infantry. None has the capability of air support. This is a full scale ground battle, three-way encounter.
Zsaekriel looked around, realizing he was now in the belly of a center-right tank at the back of his forces. It took him a moment, but once his mind was in sync with the scenario's programming he was able to begin comprehension and movement. He turned about and climbed up the internal ladder to pop the hatch. Twisting the seal away, he then poked his head out and propped his elbows onto the rim of the opening. He immediately pushed up to a stand, stradling the open hatch, and addressed his blank troops. As soon as he made his first decision, their programming would imprint a similar state of mind and character profile to the troops he commanded; thus an affiliation could be portrayed, and therefore their tendancies to which individual decisions they might make under the umbrella of their General's orders.
"Soldiers of the people! You are the 'Loyalists'! Show your loyalty to your people! Show your loyalty to your families! Show your loyalty to your government and your lands, lest your enemies burn them down and destroy all that is dear to you! Do what is necessary! Finish this war today! ..Now forward!"
Zsaekriel's troops were immediately affiliated with the kind of soldier one might find in the Imperium's ranks; believing they are right, yet not restricted by much moral code and therefore each soldier could now act on that impulse within their obedience to greater order. Each team would need this programming to be put into their soldiers, as Zsaekriel had done, in order to set the tone for their troops' behavior pattern.
Each combatant is to first, after reacting to all that I've said, establish a like mind and affiliation to their troops as well as a name that we all can use to describe each of the three forces. Zsaekriel just established an Imperium midnset to his troops now named "Loyalists", just as one might set a Jedi/Alliance mindset or Imperial Knight or Mandalorian or any other mindset. No orders are to be issued yet, but the choice to move or stay stationary is available. Next round we will all begin orders to start strategies, and then the round after that we will have contact. Questions will be answered in the OOC.
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