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- Zhar Bacredi
Heavy Weapons
Section: Fire Support Tactics
Bacredi woke—drenched in sweat—in his makeshift one-room Tadath apartment. The air-conduit had been broken by hell knows what, and it left Bacredi with windows all open and no sheets at all. It was about eight in the morning, though, and Bacredi was able to sleep in—as he had a class at ten. He would take the SurroTransport system that spread across the planet, and would get there in ten or so minutes. Bacredi went into the refresher and wiped off the grease from his body. Once exiting, he began to put his pants and sweater on. He plopped his satchel over his left shoulder and it hung on the other side—the satchel contained Bacredi’s pistol, books, and computer terminal. Bacredi checked the time—eight thirty, he had to catch the train at nine.
He set off out into the hall, locking the door behind him. He moved into the basement from the elevator, and immediately turned into his AV-21 speeder. He jumped into the speeder and hit a switch, immediately igniting the speeder and putting the screen over the AV-21’s cockpit. Bacredi moved out into the street and set off towards the station—which was about five minutes away. He got there in four, and parked it in the ‘long term’ parking slots. He bought a ticket and arrived at the train, taking a seat and cocking his head back. The train set off towards the Tadath training facility. Bacredi fell asleep, and woke up to find the train emptying towards the training facility. He got up, showed his ticket to the conductor, and began to walk fast towards the training facility.
-- -- -- -- --“Good day, class.” The instructor—Sergeant Major Yulia—told the entire class, which was eight people. “Today we are doing a simulation of fire support, I am splitting you all up into two fire teams. Once you are called, go to the selective sides of the room—Charlie Team is on the right, Zulu Team is on the left. Ok—James, Bacredi, Gorge, Ruggles, Zulu. Rest of you, Charlie. The gear is in the door to the left.” The female instructor petted her hair as she slowly began to walk towards the door that would soon become a war-zone. Everyone got into the camouflage gear that was assigned to them, and picked up the A280 weapons that were set for stun. They entered the room that had been assigned to them…it looked huge. 20,000 square feet at the least. They all put in their ear buds.
They all separated to separate ends of the brush battlefield. Yulia’s voice rang into everyones ear.
“We’ll start with a simple drill to get it started. My assistants set up sandbags and in between the two bunkers, a small pathway. Your squad will go into the pathway while you do covering fire at the enemy bunkers. If a member of your team gets hit, they’re out, and once the first shot is fired, it’s all game.” The instructors voice finished, and then a bullet shot out. The game was started. Bacredi and James immediately headed for the sandbags, they set down their rifles quickly and looked through their scopes—they found a target quickly and fired. The shots all missed Gorge was able to run through and into the bushes, hiding himself.
“Covering fire!” James said as more blasts came their way, Ruggles responded by ducking his shoulders as if he was going in for a tackle. He ran through, but was immediately closelined by a stun bolt that nailed him dead center. “Fuck,” muttered James. He kept up the fire as one of their men screamed covering fire, Bacredi responded by checking their pathway and firing—one man on their team was down, closelined as well.
“Cover me,” Bacredi said as he moved out into the pathway and James screamed something again. Bacredi began to fire and then just sprinted towards the end, more blaster bolts came towards him but he jumped for the end of the pathway and reached it, rolling into the bushes. Gorge was right there, and Bacredi knew what they had to do. James had to get down there. “COVERING FIRE!” Bacredi screamed, Gorge and Bacredi both plomped themselves down on their chests and fired from the bushes, hitting brush as it came out. One more enemy was down from Gorge’s blast. James made it down just in time, and began to help out in their effort.
“We need to move to the east, they are converging over there.” James said, kneeling down from enemy fire.
“Got it. Let’s go, Gorge take—” Bacredi started but Gorge was nailed in the head by a stun bolt, effectively knocking him out. “Mother of… James, I got you. Way is clear. Covering fire!” Bacredi and James by then where hiding behind a large, falsified tree. He shot in full-bursts, he checked the heat meter and made sure that he didn’t overheat. Two enemies—all that was left—ran over the pathway and James swiveled around and shot two shots, one hitting an enemy and the other missing. Bacredi raised his rifle and looked through the scope, the last enemy wasn’t expecting a blaster bolt to dodge in between his legs, and then another to hit him right in the chest.
The covering fire drill was over and now they were onto the next exercise: grenades and flanking maneuvers. "Ok, everyone get into place. We're not going into our teams for this exercise." Sergeant Yulia's voice rang into everyone's ear communication unit. "We're going to be lining up against the walls. Not in teams, and we'll be approaching everything from the sides in a flanking maneuver. Two men will be on the sandbags per line and they will throw flashbangs
and at the same time fire covering fire. Everyone got it?"
They all nodded. There were several instructors on the other side, unknown of what would happen during this. All they knew is that they needed to defend their area. Everyone began to gather flashbangs and Bacredi and James both moved to the side of one sandbag, while Gromov and Gorge both moved to the sandbags to throw grenades and provide covering fire. Bacredi was at the front of the first line (the other was on the opposite side of the sandbags). "Covering fire!" Gorge and Gromov both screamed at the same time, Bacredi threw a flashbang while James moved up to Bacredi's right and fired a quick burst of his submachine gun. Bacredi charged and moved out into the flanks of the left and right. The flashbang had obviously affected the instructors.
Bacredi and the other soldier on the other flank both nodded to each other, the instructors couldn't see them. Bacredi was soon met by James and another soldier, the flank had to work. Bacredi pressed into his ear, "this is Bacredi, you guys got us covered?"
"Yeah, we'll distract them. Ready when you are." The opposite soldier said, he was on all fours, his rifle aimed as he peered through his scope.
"Now." Bacredi chucked his last flashbang over the sandbags, as did James and the other soldiers. They moved around the sandbags into a flanking position and took up another hiding position - they had made ground, however. Bacredi motioned for James to throw his last flashbang, and James did so. The flashbang threw one instructor on the ground and Bacredi and James both went out and put a quick burst into him and two bursts into another instructor. The flank they came around allowed them to fire another burst at two more instructors, knocking them on their feet. The other instructors reacted instincitvely and shot their rifles at Bacredi and James, who were closelined. They began to peel their way out of the battlefield, still in immense pain. But, as that sounded, the covering fire that Gorge and Gromov were able to fire and nail the remaining instructors.
A pathetic performance.
“Zulu Team—A for Covering fire, B for effort. Charlie Team—three hours at the gym. Class dismissed.”
