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Verkur
Heavy Weapons
Level 1: Cover Tactics
Story 1: Fire Support Tactics

Verk woke to the beeping of his datapad. Rubbing his eyes, he stood and stumbled over to his desk and sat down. Lazily he tapped the screen to shut off the alert, and open the message.



To: PFC Verkur
From: SGM Finnigan

Report to the armory at 0900 hours to begin heavy weapons training.




Verk exited the message and looked at the clock on his datapad: 0600. Good, he had a few hours to get ready. Verk grabbed a towel and some extra recreation clothes, and headed to the showers. After his shower, Verk had breakfast in his room and then got dressed. Once again he doned his katarn commando armor, and holstered his pistol. Looking at the clock again, Verk grabbed his rifle and headed out the door.

Verkur casually walked down the hall towards the armory, and reached it within ten minutes. He paused for a moment and pulled his right hand glove off. Verk placed his hand on the scanning pad, and waited. A light turned from red to green and the door slid open. As Verk walked through the door he slid his glove back on and looked around the room. Off to one side he spotted a group of soilders, and moved over to where they were standing.

"Ah. Good everyone is here. Now we can get started."

The man who spoke cleared his throat and stood.

"My name is Sergeant Major Finnigan. I will be your instructor for your heavy weapons training."

Finnigan motioned for the group to follow, and began walking down an isle of the armory motioning to the weapons and armor around him.

"When your training is over, you will be able to use every weapon in this room."

Finnigan continued his walk, and left the main section of the armory. Though instead of another room, although thats what it was, the group came upon an extremily large training facility. Finnigan turned around and smiled.

"This is where we shall be conducting all of our training. Took me awhile to get command to allow its construction." Finnigan sighed. "There are four sections to this facility. The largest and main section is a flat area of grassland. Its located.... well right in front of us." Finnigan chuckled. "The second largest area is the forest region. That one is located just on the other side of the field. Behind the forest is a bunker, the third training area. The fourth and final area is some destroyed vehicles and small areas of cover."

Finnigan turned and looked at the group.

"Now for the rules. There are three. First. You will be here everday at 0900 hours. Second your weapons can all be left in your rooms as you will not need them. We have plenty of weapons here. And third. All weapons must be checked out. I dont want any of my weapons missing at the end of the day."

Verkur listened and watched intently to all that was going on. He was truly amazed with the facility they would be using for training. He made mental notes on what he saw and what he heard. For the next two hours Finnigan led Verkur and the rest of the group, ten in total, through the facility. They were shown all four areas and were all ready for lunch once they reached the armory.

"I took the liberty of ordering us lunch before we got to todays training." Finnigan said with a smile.

They all ate and once they were finnished, Verkur was itching to get to training.

"Ok, so everyone grab a rifle." They did what they were told. "This is what you will do every day when you arrive. Sign out a rifle from this rack, and head for the rifle range. You will do target pratice for about two hours and then we will move onto our normal training."

Verkur looked at the rifle in his hands, an E-11 blaster rifle, standard issue. Moving over to the rifle range within the armory, Verk took an empty stall and aimed down range. There were several targets for him to choose from. Picking a target he began to fire.

Verkur finished up his seventh clip and looked at the clock. It had only been about an hour. Another seven clips and the two hour time mark had passed. Verk learned much from those two hours, but still wasnt that great. His first few clips were spent easily, and without more then five hits a clip. But as he progressed through the clips he began to get better and better.

"Ok everyone back to me."

Everyone turned to see Finnigan waving his hand.

'I am going to split you into two groups. Alpha, and Delta. Now lets see. Dek, Verkur, Atlas, Necra, and Par. You five will be Alpha squad. So then Flair, Bok, Gore, Qail, and Ops. You will be Delta."

Verk moved over with his group and greeted them. Both groups watched  as Finnigan moved to a crate and reaching into it, pulled out then arm bands.

"Red will be Alpha, and blue will be Delta. Put these on, so you will easily be able to distinguish who your team mates are while in combat. Will also help make grading easier for me."

Finnigan laughed, and both groups followed with their own assortment of chuckles.

"Alright, grab your guns and lets go. Since we are going to be working on fire support tactics, we will be working in zones three and four."

Five minutes later and they were at the bunker of zone three.

"Alright, Alpha you guys go left, and Delta your right." Finnigan commanded.

The groups moved off into their sepearte directions and prepaired for training. Once in position, Verkur heard Finnigan over the loud speaker.

"Your rifles are set to stun. Which ever team has no troops standing at the end of ten minutes, wins."

Several seconds later and the buzzer sounded and the training began. Verkur came up behind his group following them through the halls. Each time they came to a corner, they would check around, and them move on. Then the action began. Just as Verkur was about to turn a corner, he heard blaster fire, and the guy he was following was hit square in the chest. That was one down for Alpha. Verkur waited a second and heard footsetps. He waited and waited, and just at the last second, he popped around the corner and fired. He hit two guys taking them out.

Another of his buddies ran around the corner, Verk popping his head out to provide cover. A guy from delta came from around the other corner, but before Verkur could get off the shot, he was shot from behind. Damn. Several minutes later and the drill was over. The stuns ended and everyone returned to the entrance.

"Well. I have decided to end training early today since you did so well, and because I am tired. Be back here tomarow bright and early and ready for the next activity."

Verkur sighed and made his way back to his room after putting his rifle back. Once back in his room he undressed, ate and laid down on his bed. Within a few minutes he was out cold.

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Passed, be sure to put the story name/level up at the top next time.  Good work, see about ten spelling mistakes, so try running the next story through your word processor spellcheck (I advise against the comnet one).  Good luck with the next spec.