The Combined Planetary Legion

[Nue]

After a while of quacking, running, and flapping, the guys shouted a bunch of what seemed like professional gibberish. Shoot Gwar's still learning Common! But thank goodness one of them speaks that same language, and it just so happened to be Miles. Man, was there something this man couldn't do? It's official, this guy is superman. There's no denying it. Apparently Julian said for them to get up in lines, Gwar was second in line, since he was right next to the guy. Phew. He whispered in his mind, This is a nice break... Then another, very annoying recurrence decided to make its face in Gwar's mind again, and his ears twitched between the left and right as each thought fought each other, it was a strange sight for someone who was watching.
Breaks? you don't get any damn breaks here! You are doing something wrong.
I am doing perfectly fine! As you can see I am not getting yelled at by him. Heck, I may be earning some brownie points with him!
HAHAHHA!!! You think you're earning points with Julian? You are not even earning points with the Sqweebs! Just look at their reactions with your little attempt at 'friendship through fighting', yeah, that was fantastic there, fluff-ball. He turned around to see the faces of all the others, the mean voice was right, people were giving him dirty glances ever since that fight, just trying to avoid him, for what? A little extra running in the morning sun? It's great exercise! Sure that grumpy Sqwob may not have the best attitude in the world, but that is no reason to throw a hissy-fit at the two who gave such an opportunity! Oh well, like all great things, it will pass...

His current 'thinking war' was interrupted by the sound of Drogs, cute little things, he heard that they used to live on Fuuile before The Second Ice Age, And Uufirians used them as scouts and hunting, the literal dogs for 'dogs, but you know, then the ice age kinda killed them off, these one look most certainty different, perhaps they evolved? Maybe not enough to go on two legs and talk, but that's a start, and there's a good chance that they aren't friendly to 'dogs. So best not to go up to them, pet them, and go 'aww, what a cute little droggy! Apperently, they were for people who wanted to escape this place, and who would want to? There are so many nice people here, sure they got grumpy attitudes and ruffled mustaches, but was it ever different in the mines? Not really...

As ther were then commanded by Julian to go to the barracsk (hopefully for some snacks), he reflected back on Miles' last reply before we had to set up, he talked about that Quinn girl again, what is with her anyways? Does she seriously play 'hard to get' with everyone, Gwar didn't mind her, sure she made him throw up and sing like a girl for the next couple of weeks, but if that's what makes her happy, who is Gwar to judge?

On the way there, he managed to sneak a reply to Miles, "Yeah, she's like my mother, a real piece of work. But I wouldn't talk about it, every person has their thing, and that's the one piece of luggage I am not leaving behind here, the fact that I am different. But now that we are on that subject, what DID you bring here, miles?"

@Shadicmaster
@LogicfromLogic
@LeVen

 

[LogicfromLogic]

Everything the cadets had, pictures of loved ones, items that meant something to them to them, weapons and even the very clothes on their bodies would be taken away for many years during the brutal training. Some cadets who made it to being Legionnaires by the end of their training don't even remember or even care about their families and friends at home once they finished training. You see, once you become a Legion soldier your family is the Legion and you are the Legion's base. Everything is connected with the Legion, and created bonds closer than anything anyone could experience.

Quinn's legs were starting to throb; why did she ever choose to come? she always thought herself higher than most. She always thought she was stronger, smarter and quite a bit more attractive. she thought that she'd have a better chance in the Legion; be one of those soldiers everyone loved. Legion soldiers were respected because they didn't reach for the gun before solving, and always took to their code of honour. Quinn wanted to be respected; she was tired of being ill treated by everyone she talked to or was around. But there was one thing for certain that she was correct about; she was very strong. watching the other cadets, she began to really think about how she's been acting. 'This is why you came,' she thought to herself.

Running ahead next to Gwar was Miles who listened to him intently. Julian seemed not to be even paying attention (a really stupid assumption really), so he felt free to answer him in a hushed tone. "My baggage? Heh, my biological parents didn't want me after I came out as transgender. They kicked me out and left me on my own, but was taken in...my dad recently died and well, this was the best way to honour him." He looked up just in time to see Julian shift a bit. His heart began to race; Julian had been listening the entire time. He had heard Gwar and him. His heart felt ;like it would beat right out of his chest.

It seemed like hours as they ran across the hot desert; the building they intended to reach looked like a mirage. Sweat beat from his brow as he ran, unable to stop the task that this Sqwob was putting on their bodies. Cadets started to fall back and one even collapsed. That was when Julian stopped the trainees and held them at attention. A soldier came running over to the collapsed man. He looked like a black dragon wearing army clothes, similar to what Julian wore but he had a bright red cross on his shirt and had a green backpack strapped to his back. "This is Corporal Sithander Sunner. He is the medic, and the only man that will tell me if you are full of shit or not. From here on out, you will jog, but do not be fooled; more of you will be expelled like that fellow there." Looking to Gwar and Miles, he got into their faces. "As an added bonus; when we get back you'll be doing held push ups. These two have found their voices when they should have been concentrating on running, I hope by now all of you will have learned one thing; one offends all pay." He motioned for them to start jogging; Miles wasted no time and dared not utter a word.

 

[Nue]

Gwar sighed as he and Miles were now penalizing the whole army for talking. TALKING! He wants us all to be groupies, sure, but that doesn't mean he can stomp on us trying to group, if that makes sense. Gwar just shut his mouth and kept running, because He's already done enough to ruin his group already, best to just shut up and run. The scorching heat was rather a pain, and after that guy fell and got excluded, well it's best to just start combating that heat before he too, gets expelled! So he ran, ridiculously fast, fast enough until he could make his own wind, have it beat against his fur, and cool him down that way, sure he was running a bit faster than most people, but cool is better than collapsed!

On the matter with Miles's...secret. Gwar felt indifferent about it. He could care less who he was, or his background, even if he was a past member of the Crimson Axes, he wouldn't care. As long as the guy treats him with the respect he gives, than that's all that is needed, and that's just that. But what if the roles were switched, what if he knew of why Gwar was put in here? Would his feelings toward him stay the same?

And then of course, there's Gwars pessimistic voice uttering its way into his head.
Well, hey! I was right, told you there were no breaks in the legion, once joined, no more breaks.
Oh come on! there's gotta be coffee breaks!
Nope! No Coffee breaks!
Well, just you wait! I am going to do those push-ups, and when I do! There will be breaks all over!!!
Yeah, just screw something up, like what you've always done!

Gwar ignored his voice and kept running, running, running all the way to the barracks. Then, there were push ups, but he felt weaker, maybe on the brink of total collapse...he muttered to himself, hoping nobody hears him;
"Just...to prove...him wrong."
@LogicfromLogic​

 

[Shadicmaster]

And so they ran. Something that Khora was naturally adept at, as could be seen by her performance in the last task, though she still held back to simply staying in the middle of the crowd, occasionally hanging near the back, not wanting to alienate anyone else. The heat of the heavy jacket, however, was beginning to grow to be too much, her mind drifting into a state of 'survive and conquer'. She had begun to call up memories once more trying to pull any sort of help from them that she could.

Flashback

WIP

Someone fell. She was jolted back to reality out of her memory world as everyone was halted, she turning around to see one of the recruits upon the dusty earth, another man in a uniform, reptilian of form with dark scales, rushing over to him and seemed to be assessing the collapsed squeeb's condition. The red cross on his uniform was alarming to Khora, as anything in red for her culture was related to war and death, as as he wasn't staying still, the cross seemed more like an x, giving the impression that this draconic male was a reaper of those who would fail. Their commander's words weren't the most convincing, however, as anything medical and related to healing was in green, a brilliant floral green that soothed the soul and reminded one of the lush forests of origin island. The Trelifarian, however, wouldn't argue, knowing that she was far from home, with those who did not obligatorily bind themselves to her ways and know anything of her people. The Trelifarian race had been secluded for years upon years, leaving them outside of the normal influence, few people knowing anything about them whatsoever. She would be lucky to find even one of her kind that would have ever come into this organization.

Khora's thoughts were interrupted by further speaking on the part of their commander, he yelling at the dog-man again, and this time, another of the recruits that he had 'bonded' with. Such insolence was disgusting to her, but she took heed to listen, as it seemed that the words were applicable to all. What she gathered from what she heard, however, wasn't the most pleasing. She would have to find another partner for something called 'held pushups'. If even one of the training exercises for warriors upon her planet were introduced, she was sure that most everyone would collapse. She didn't, however, exclude the possibility that she would collapse in on herself from some of the exercises presented here. The Trelifarian body structure wasn't all that different than most humanoid species, but their back bent knee structure would provide problems for many instances of having to to certain 'human' tasks.

 

[LogicfromLogic]

Miles kept running alongside his comrades, thinking of how much he wanted to impress his family. Nobody in his foster family had ever thought to join the Legion of Planets, but when his mother had heard that he was joining she was both proud and scared. The Legionnares would surely be sent to the great war that was brewing between the planets Dromis and Arrora (Earth), threatening to create a Universal War. It wasn't a debate; it was going to happen within the next few years if not sooner. He remembered his mother telling him to be careful, and how much she loved him. She wanted him to write her, but the Legion didn't allow squeebs to write their families until their third year. It was harsh but necessary; it kept them from getting homesick and depressed. Depression was a serious killer and was taken very seriously.

Julian knew that squeebs hated him their first year or two, but sooner or later they'd realize that he was harsh for a reason. If he treated them gently, with 'kindness and love' they wouldn't learn to keep on their damn toes and they would die of exposure or in battle. He jogged in front of them, the cadets who'd been so cocky like Quinn and a few others lagged behind. Truth was a group of cadets like this rarely all made it through. There were weak links in this group that needed picking, and Julian already knew who they were. Finally they reached what looked like a large stone tan wall, a large flag waving above what looked like a series of large box like buildings inside the wall. The top of each building had squared grooves on top, small screenless windows scattered around the top of them. There was something eerie about them, as if...as if there were things watching the cadets carefully.

Julian led them up to a large wooden door and banged his fist hard on the door, backing up a bit. He threw his hand up, Miles taking it as a sign to stop at attention. He was correct in the assumption as Julian looked back over his tired but determined cadets. Well, the ones at the front looked confident and strong, there were others in back of them who looked relieved that the running had stopped. "By now some of you no doubt have gotten it into your heads that this will be a fun experience...that coming here was just a form of getting out of something you didn't want to do. Figured that it was going to be a walk in the park, something you could handle. Let me be the first reason for you to believe that your assumption was very misplaced indeed. Because the moment you walk through those doors, fail or treat this as a game by our great stars above you'll wish that you'd never come into being. Because by walking through those doors you accept a hard life, a life of hunger, hardship and being broken...but put back together into something made of tougher shit than you poor excuses for beings are made up of now. So to those who started fights, like Quinn Maine, you are not welcomed inside these walls. To those who have not shown their all, you'll know who you are because you'll have been left behind without being called," Julian stated, watching the crowd. Quinn looked up from where she was and had it.

"I didn't just go through all of that for you to dismiss me!" she screamed, pushing through the crowd. Guards held her back as soon as she reached the front. Julian got into her face and looked at her. "You see, your problem stems from you not being able to control yourself. Come back when you are ready to become all you can and not be all you are now." With that he whipped around and grabbed a clipboard, clearing his throat. He started calling off names, people marched to the large gate and lined up in twos once their names were called.

"Miles Draconis."
"Khora BeRakda'al."
"Gwar Sreck."
"Naveen McBride."

A beautiful Homod woman stepped out. She had the known yellow skin, short black and red hair and piercing crystal green eyes. She wore a cadet's uniform and stood next to Gwar after he was called. To be honest she was shocked that he made it and Quinn didn't; Gwar had been the first one to throw a punch but she had started the fight. Perhaps on purpose, but whatever it was it had gotten her thrown out. She stayed silent standing there though, rigid as a board. She wasn't looking forward to those push ups...

 

[Shadicmaster]

For the hundred and a half or so that had come through but only a half a day's jogging in the eyes of the Trelipharian outcast, only a mere twenty or so had been called to continue? Sure, many of these people who surrounded her had no skill whatsoever in the art of self discipline and instinctual copying abilities in psyche and physical action, but even so, at least they could have gotten in, couldnt they? Even if to be a play-toy to compare against and pick on every so often. With a subtle shake of the head, Khora made her way forwards, walking up to the rows and standing at ease as none of them had been explicitly told otherwise. Being from a warlike and shut off race, very very few had ever been heard of joining the legion, though there have been a couple of instances. All that had, though, were long gone rebels, not living long enough to pass their tales on to generations on the outside. Khora had no knowledge as to any of the other beings in the now reduced group that were remotely similar to her in circumstance, though she was certain that none of them were akin to her body structure. Even so, there were those among the recruits left out that were simply excused due to body type, they being unable to run due to their body structure, whereas she had enhanced running ability. Would she be dismissed just as they were when they were to do pushups just beyond this door? Khora doubted there would be any exceptions just for her, and thus prepared herself for the worst, hoping her body would hold up under the human made exercises.

Just as Jullian was finishing up the acceptance list call, Lylia's convoy pulled up, letting their beasts of burden rest in the heat of the sun, the makeshift repairs having been only enough to get them there so that there would be supplies to properly maintain the buggies. Walking up to Jullian with a nod, the Recarian looked to the small gathering of squeebs.
"A rather large group this time, isnt it? Oh well. Week one usually dwindles the numbers considerably. I'm sure there are plenty of pity fakes in here." she said with a smirk, lightly slapping the man on the arm before heading around the back of the large building to gather up any remaining supplies that were supposed to be carted away from this facility to prevent squeebs from getting into them. For the briefest of moments, Lylia's eyes made contact with each of the recruits, she trying to see past any fear they may have, any mixed emotions, and into their true intents. Vague pictures of their true motive were brought forth, but nothing conclusive enough to discern from their more prevalent, exterior masks. For that matter, she couldnt even tell from who she felt what. At least she was making improvement in her empathetic reading art.

 

[Nue]

What? His name had been callled?
But didn't they just say something like starting fights, which is what he just did, was completely like, an automatic disqualification from The Legion? Now why in the world would they do that?
Perhaps things are looking up for this time around?
OOH OOH! NOW PERHAPS WE CAN HAVE HASHBROWNS NOW! THAT STUFF'S DELISH!!
soon became the only thought that floated in his mind.
He stepped on with another person, a Homod woman, which, in comparison to him, smelled absolutely great despite all of the exercise.
Homods were pretty frequent when he lived in his past times, pretty much the population equivalent to humans? Perhaps it was just where they lived.

He remembered there was once this Homod woman...he forgot the name at this point, but when Gwar and his friends took shelter in the Dead City, she provided them with a shelter, a place to briefly call home...
and it was her own.
Perhaps this could be the next place to call home?​

 

[LogicfromLogic]

A horn blared once all cadets chosen got into line. Many covered their ears when they heard it instinctively. But no punishment flew from Julian's mouth; for he knew that a being's instincts were not cast so easily. They'd get new instincts ingrained into their minds, bodies and souls here, or they would die. It was Julian's job to teach them how to. Julian soon overtook the tired cadets, though he'd been out here in the hot desert quite a bit longer than them. Some cadets watched him enviously, others in awe of it. Perhaps one day they would get to the level Julian was where labour in such terrible heat wasn't so bad.

Miles wasted no time in running ahead when instructed (that is when that horrendous horn tore the silence. It sounded much like nails on a chalkboard mixed in with the creaking of a rusty door...it was awful and pushed the cadets further and harder, it ensured the cadets chosen were really able to take what lay ahead). He could hear other sqweebs crying quietly as they ran onward towards heavy gates. They opened and Julian led them inside.

Naveen was astonished; inside the gates lay clay hut like buildings in a square around the facility. The puke green roof looked like it was falling apart, new materials lay in front of each building. In the middle of the clearing there was a circular vent bolted down; a large chain and lock held it down. "Now listen here sqweebs, you see that hole? One step out of line will land you in there for three days. This is no game; you have a great possibility of dying in there," Julian warned, having stopped the first row was forced to stop. Miles stood tall. He just knew that he would never make it into that prison.


"I will break you. I will make you want to die. By the end you might even beg me for death," Julian's voice was chilling and still, no trace of humour seemed to ever have crossed those pale lips or that stern cruel face, nor mercy ever to have crossed his blue eyes. Naveen's eyes secretly searched their commanding officer. She was curious about him but said nothing; he looked like Quinn. She couldn't put her finger on it but they seemed to be familiar to each other. And that article she'd read about a young Arvainian that was abducted from his home...perhaps? Her lack of attention to Julian's speech was noticed by another officer who promptly pulled her out of the crowd and threw her in front of Julian. "Caught tis un spacin sir," the older woman said. She was one of the few humans that had made it in the Legion. Julian looked down at Naveen and sighed. Reaching out he grabbed her by the collar of her uniform and pulled her up, still holding her there as he stood.

"So glad one of you decided to volunteer how to do a proper push up around here," without warning Naveen was forced to her knees. Before she was able to get down, two strong hands held her still while something unbearably heavy was strapped to her back. She was laid down on her stomach where she swore that she would die from being crushed.

While she had no idea what had just been put on her back, all the other cadets could only watch the officers piling sand bags on Naveen. "Now, move," Julian's voice commanded in her ears. She tried to move, she ordered her body to move, but it would not budge. He pressed his foot into the sand bags until she screamed and buckled under the weight. Julian looked down at her for a minute and then up at the straight forward cadets, a silence had broken through the ranks as if they were scared of breathing. Yet there Julian stood, still stepping on the sand bag looking at them, expecting something.

 

[Shadicmaster]

Khora let her mind wander along the run until they came upon a large encampment of worn earthen huts, likely to intensify the ehat on the inside considerably, but at least their barraks werent made of metal. Coming into focus as she heard their 'commanding officer' speaking once more, the trelifaian fell into rank with the others, knodding slightly in response to the male's words that were, thankfully, loud enough to break through the god awful ringing in her ears from the gut wrenching 'horn' that was being blown most all of the way there. Then, the cruelty of this 'pushup' was presented, Julian seeming to simply sadistically enjoy the torture of the cadet that just so happened to be pulled away and into the firing line. The silence that overtook her mind was like an impenetrable wall, covered by vines in the form of fear. She was afraid of having to come under such stress when she was weak in aspects requiring excess weight upon her legs and knees, though both her legs and arms were strong. That man's ever consistant gaze, however...


Stepping forwards out of rank, though just enough to be distinguished, Khora gathered herself and spoke how she assumed an army would to their head, though it was different from her home traditon of speech.
"Permission to speak, sir." After waiting but only a mere moment, Khora spoke her mind, her mind that was focused on only one thing.
"I volunteer to take half of the cadet's weight or replace her entirely." she said firmly, despite her body screaming no at her as fear coerced through her veins like poison, unseen upon the surface of her cool, collected demenor, and yet, wreaking havok within.

 

[Nue]

There was no break, and there were no hash-browns.
Gwar was greeted, or rather, disgusted, with the lovely shack-village he was to call his home for the rest of his life. He stood up in line, and gave Julian a blank stare as Julian went on about death, and holes, and torture, you know, typical stuff from the Legion. Until his other, evil half of his mind started to attack him again, causing him to lose focus on the subject-at-hand.
Hey, you know, I just realized something...
What? To insult me?
Actually, no. Well, yes, I will insult you, but it just came to me that you forgot to name me?
Name you? What? Do you think I am insane or something?
Well, to put it complacently, yes. You're talking to your brain, WITH your brain.
Oh, I was totally devoid of that until you told me, like, JUST NOW! Haha, wow, that is pretty bad.
Pretty bad? This, Gwar, is why you dropped out of education to go work in some blasted mines!
Oh there's the insult, I'll just call you Rawg.
Rawg? That sounds like the crappiest name on the planet.
No, It suits you fine, you're the opposite of me, so I named you the opposite of me.
Oh, such symbolism, much genius! What's next? Are you going to solve time travel with poetry?
"Caught tis un spacin sir,"
Gwar froze. His thoughts froze, his body dripped, and chills ran up his spine.
They found out what he was doing. His mind raced, his eyes panicked, and Rawg, as he was now properly named, was laughing hysterically in Gwar's hopelessly fractured mind.
But instead, he wasn't caught. Somebody else was. They pushed her down to the ground, and started to crush her with sandbags.
Gwar shrugged with absolute relief, and full control of his body. He stared ate her, and wiped his forehead.
Actually, that doesn't look half bad, I mean, it's no steaming hot stone slabs, but heck, I should be enjoying that.
Shut up! Yo There is no need to make hasty decisions.
Oh come on, Rawg. It's not right to let someone else take your load? Heh, see what I did there.
Oh ha ha, puns. Look, just hear me out; Don't do it. Your body's dead as it is, you think it'll hold against that?
Yes.
NO!
And just like that, Gwar will beat his pessimistic, lazy mind of Rawg, by being crushed by sandbags. It seems someone else already stepped up to the challenge first though, a Trelifaian female, he'd seen her before, but only briefly, and it didn't seem she was fond of his actions from earlier, it was just an odd attempt at making friends! It couldn't be that bad?
Gwar stepped forward after her, instead saying something else. "Sir, you made a mistake, I was spacing sir, not her. Give ME her load. Heck, give me another one for asking second."
He gave the Trelifaian a smirk, and turned to stare directly into Julian's eyes, before smiling playfully.​

 

[LogicfromLogic]

A group of cadets almost ready to graduate ran up behind Julian. Gwar's comment looked like it had made a small elf cringe; she knew exactly what was to come next for this poor sqweeb. She'd seen this over and over; there was one in every crowd, every group of newbies. They normally didn't last much longer, but this one was different; he seemed strong and determined. Julian looked at Gwar but turned to his other cadet who valiantly offered to share the load. This; this made Julian's day. "This, sqweebs, is why you are all here. Ever since you idiots got here you've heard the word teamwork yet have been completely ignorant to the meaning. I've never seen a dumber lot than any of you." He motioned for the young Trelifaian to be pulled down to her stomach. Four bags were lifted from Naveen's back and placed heavily on her's. Julian turned to the other swqeebs, motioning in the distance for someone. "All of you will take a lesson from Khora. She has earned her right to me to be called a cadet, all of you have yet to prove that," two guards pulled Gwar into their arms and secured them. They pushed him forward to Julian's side.

"However, there is one action that we do not reward around here. Nobody likes a hero complex. When I say teamwork, I do not mean carry the burden of your fellow sqweebs, I mean you to share them in every way possible. Sqweeb Gwar, you have just volunteered yourself to show these other sqweebs what the hole is like. Maybe they will help you, or maybe they will be caught. Either way, it will give me the chance to get a point across," Julian looked up at the guards and nodded. They started to drag the poor swqeeb away, the older cadets secretly pitying the guy. Julian was their harshest drill sergeant, but the best. he had the highest survival rate of any officer here, and all of them were close to him.

The hatch was opened and Gwar thrown in. The guards came up to Julian and asked how long he would be in there. "Until he gets the idea that being a hero isn't what we are looking for," he whipped around and faced the sqweeb troop. "As for you all, fortunately for you we have no more time for you to continue punishment for the actions done on the run. But not to worry, we will get to it. For now, I shall dismiss you to build your huts and beds. Better hope the roof doesn't leak, you won't get another chance. But first, aid your fellow sqweeb and you better cadet," Julian whipped around and watched as sqweebs wasted no time in helping Khora and Naveen up.

Naveen glanced at Khora, giving her a grateful smile. "Thank you...I'm Naveen."

Miles on the other hand had seen Gwar's plight and knew that he couldn't let him go down in that hole alone. "Sergeant Julian sir I too offer up myself to share the load of one of the punished. I wish to stay with Gwar in the hole," Miles knew it was a gutsy and foolish thing to do but he knew what it meant to be alone. Julian shrugged and Miles was seized, thrown in with Gwar.

It was surprisingly farther down than Miles had expected and he landed with a thud! on the ground, rolling off in the dust to the side. "Good lord that hurt."

 

[Shadicmaster]

Khora Groaned when forced under the weight of the bags, struggling to force her body up, but making a slight budge of maybe an inch before she was distracted by trying to listen to Julian. Only one thing could be done at a time, however, and decided that she could hear what had to be said later from one of the others, she returning to her efforts to carry the new weight upon her back, making it through five reps before she heard that they were dismissed and she was suddenly being pulled up by another squeeb. Khora had drained herself of energy and was feeling rather light headed by this time, showing that she was close to dehydration symptoms, that were quite honestly very different from the symptoms of a human. She wouldnt focus on it, however, giving a faint smile to the cadet that spoke to her.
"Naveen..? Khora... Come on, we ought to start working on our respective huts... though... by the looks of it, many of us will be sharing....." said Khora cautiously as she counted the huts. " That is, unless we expect three to four people to be in the hole nightly....." The grim statement was meant as an attempt at humor, but she couldnt call any sort of tonal difference to her voice with how tired out she was, she simply trying to focus on which home seemed to be the most secure choice for her needs to begin building up.

 

[Nue]

Gwar just stood there blankly as they went to take him away and throw him in the pit. He was utterly confused, utterly insane, and utterly defeated. He was thrown in with an "OOF!" and a yelp as he writhed on the ground in pain. What was he to do? Stand there and let Rawg win? He turned to face a wall of the hole. At this point, he is clearly insane, and he is bumping his head and talking with himself every word spoken in his mind;
Look what you did. Genius Gwar strikes again! You know, you should just let me take over at this point.
Take over? NO! Things will always get better! They just haven't yet...
And you wanna know why they haven't yet? Because since you have arrived here, you tried to beat up a girl, hold buckets because of it. Then you spoke while running, a big NO-NO, and got added push-ups. Finally, you top it all off by being the hero, thinking you always have to beat me. Genius, it's not about you and me. It's about the world outside! OTHER PEOPLE! If you haven't gotten that by now. I'm surprised you're not dead yet.
You're...you're right.
About what?
Just then, another thump came around, or perhaps he just noticed that there was someone else in here right now. He turned around to see...Miles! There really is something he did good today. He made a friend! Or at east someone who's willing to share the pain with him, something he actually hasn't seen all day. He gathered himself together, gave a fellow nod and smile, and spoke softly, he wants things to be better, starting now;
"So, are we allowed to speak this time? huh?"

​

 

[Nue]

Kajji went unnoticed thus far, surprisingly, even Gwar noticed him. WHich was a good thing, now seeing his rather odd attitude lately, but then again, his cheerfulness was always a bit over-the-top, just a quality of him. Kajji was rather amazed he had made it thus far. He made contact with nobody up to this point, only thinking about the events that caused him to be here. Wait, what DID cause him, an average henchmen, to join the Legion? Is all the work he has done thus far worth it? Is what he doing now worth her? He thought about the letters he received whenever he was on break from his job, most people had each other, friends, family. All Kajji had for someone was a bunch of words written on paper, even his own buddy Leopold would wander off and bang his head on the wall during breaks. Leopold was not like Gwar, he was much worse.

Although he was still surprised that, even with all this number thinning throughout today, he still managed to stay here, he was chosen to come here. But at this point, it's nearly impossible to not interact with anybody and still survive. After all, that's the point of being here. Whether he liked it or not. He had to do it in order to survive. He watched as they took Gwar away into the hole. He's a tough guy, the toughest he's ever seen, he's going to make it through that hole, although it did remind him of what he did in the dead city, something he will never forget. Possibly something Gwar won't forget either...

But enough with that, It's time to help repair some clay huts. He Helped up one of the two brave people, and followed someone over to patch up a roof. He scratched his head, wondering how he was going to patch up the holes. He wondered what the Drill Sergent said about the roofs.


"Better hope the roof doesn't leak, you won't get another chance."

What? Did lava rain exist or something.

In accordance to the number of huts to people, he will definitely end up sharing this hut with someone else. But the question is, who? Let's hope it's nobody too bad. Then again, he's handled and befriended so many wierdos, what harm would one more do?

 

[LogicfromLogic]

Miles gazed at Gwar and gave a slight chuckle. "We can do anything in here, even escape once we dare. It'd be too risky...however," Miles pointed up, where barely a light grazed passed the rough, rusted metal sat a bell. "If we could get to the top of this shithole and ring it, we might just get back on the good side of our lovely drill sergeant and back to the ranks of the other cadets." He'd read about it; tales of men, women, other stuck forever in this hole, some others who managed to escape it out of sheer will power or out of teamwork. Fable or not, it was all these two cadets had as hopes to ever getting out of here. He knew that if they rang it too soon the officers would just kick them back down the hole until they were a little too weak to make it up. This was really going to be a trial by fire; this hole was said to get as hot as the sand above in the day...and as cold as a Russian winter. Food would be scarce and water even worse; they would have to figure a way to survive. Bones proved that beings had died down here.


Naveen had always been a hard one to teach lessons to. She kept looking at 'The Hole', thankful that it wasn't her in there. But that's not to say that she didn't feel for them; she planned on already giving them her rations. She was a Homod, they didn't need as much nourishment as other beings did. They could go four months without food but only one week without water. Of course she hoped that nobody realized this about her kind but knew she dare not lie. She took a gander at the supplies; the material was strong and she knew that it would take a skilled eye to bend it. She did not posses the knowledge, and looked around her. Her voice was thick with her home world's tongue and she was hard to understand, but she managed to speak clear enough. "Any builders? This is Traglight (tur-rag-light)," she spoke up, looking around expectantly.

 

[Nue]

Gwar listened to Miles speak, and when he was finished, looked up at the top, ears drooping, wondering how the heck he's going to get up there. Rawg has been awfully quiet up in his head lately, which is rather fine by him, since Rawg seems to be quite the chatterbox. Instead, his mind is rather repairing from the amazingly traumatizing experience that was the contents of this one, singular day. It's strange how fast things take a quick turn for the worst.

Still, there still is the possibility of getting out of her, and it made him feel quite weird inside as instead of optimism, he feels like everything a struggle, almost pessimistic if you will, and it bothers him very much so that this is happening.

So, he decided to wash it off by talking it up with miles, "Alright, so we ring that bell, and how so? Do we climb up the sided holding hands or something?"