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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Aug 27, 2015 18:24:36 GMT -6
Based 25 years ago, 2 years before joining the SFD, before the programming and before the Corinth/Spartan War...Michael Thrax and other veterans like him were much different people but the programming is what made them different and the SFD otherwise their lives would've been quite different.
Sitting in a courthouse, Michael was 16 years old, a young man who was now being charged with murder. While intoxicated, he killed his girlfriend in a fatal car accident, now he was being charged with murder and had no one to turn to especially with his own father who was in the islands working out a deal between the locals as well as the Marines. Sitting on the wooden bench, he was wearing a black suit and in hand cuffs with an officer standing beside him ready to escort him to the courtroom where the end of his life would take place; most likely placing him in prison. Noticing a man in a blue uniform walk up, with a simple flick of the wrist, the officer walked away as he looked up to see the man with the name; Harperson. He knew his father worked with a Harperson but other than that he didn't know much more as he watched the man remove the hand cuffs, "Thanks, I don't know what to say but I do take it that in an hour I still have to go in that courtroom."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2015 19:29:22 GMT -6
Harperson had a simple file which contained everything from this young man's grades to his LSAT scores which were extremely high, much higher than his other candidates which was perfect for the new class. Handing the file over to a Sergeant, he had options set aside for this young man and for a Thrax he's the top dog that most units look for; now he was going to get yet another Thrax under his wing. Asking the officer for the key as well as some time so he could talk to the man without taking a chance of the Justices hear anything, the SFC has special permissions to grant a clean slate to criminals only if their skills meet skills that they need for the new class. Taking the hand cuffs off as he took a seat beside the young man as he unbuttoned his jacket; "Its a terrible thing that happened but placing you in prison would be a waste of your skills. I have a deal on the table which would wipe your record clean as well as give you a chance to serve Corinth in the most elite Division ever created; join the Special Forces and I promise you it'll be the best decision you ever made or go to prison for the rest of your life."
Getting up, Ramsey extended his hand for he knew the man would take it considering he put this deal on the table for so many other individuals and all of which took the deal; "Take my hand and I promise this will be a decision that you will never regret."
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Aug 28, 2015 18:06:21 GMT -6
Not too many of these choices comes up which meant if he didn't take it then he would rot in prison...he had to take it after all it meant he would be doing the one thing his family was excellent in doing; he would be joining the ranks. Rubbing his wrists, he extended his hand to the Colonel's as he got up from the bench; "I hope it is the best decision after all there isn't much left for me here," starting down the hall with the Colonel, "so do I have to sign something or do you have me pre-signed? What's the deal," walking out of the courthouse and into the black car unknown where he was going but unknown to him; he would have to go through tons of pre-screening operations as well as fitness training to get him ready for the intense 5 year training.
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Lt. Col. Tom Westin
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Post by Lt. Col. Tom Westin on Aug 28, 2015 20:23:12 GMT -6
2 Years later...
Sitting on a bus, Tom is a Spartan but no one else knew about that, he had been chosen after the tragic death of his family in a car accident though he had no memory of the accident; leaving it all in the hands of the Colonel to guide him. Sitting in the middle of the bus, Tom peered over to see someone he thought he recognized from the newspapers as he turned to Michael; "Your that guy that went missing? Shit, see why you went missing," pausing as he extended his hand, "name is Tom Westin. Sorry about the greeting but it was a bit hard to believe we have a guy like you on this ride," laughing till the bus pulled off the main road and onto a path that appeared to be a single lane going to a lone mountain. The mountain they were going to was called Mount. Nacea and it was the head of all SF training on Terra for at least Alpha, Bravo, Charlie and Delta Companies but it had been set aside for Colonel Harperson's experiment which a lot of General's didn't think it would succeed. The bus pulled into the mountain and began offloading the future soldiers but now even more buses pulled up till there was 100,000 teenagers on the platform which it then lowered into the base where there was a single catwalk running over the top with various doors below.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2015 4:51:12 GMT -6
Fixing his ACU, the Colonel was wearing the SF version of urban camo but it wasn't about what he was wearing; he had to announce what they were getting themselves into after all this training wasn't being done anywhere else. The other Generals were recruiting men and women not teenagers and only training them for 2 years where he was going for 5 years and a prototype programming created by Corinth Intelligence which managed to work on a few subjects but never as large scale as this program. Pressing a button as the door slid open and he stepped out onto the catwalk, looking over all 100,000 teenagers who would make up Alpha Company if the programming worked as advertised; a Company that can't be rivaled by any other company in the entire SFD. Pulling an earpiece out of his pocket, that was the signal for the 6 Drill Sergeants to come out of the doors on the lower level which was a bit more intimidating then he was; "Welcome to Mount. Nacea, home of the most intense training on Terra and your home for the next five years. Most of you met me, I'm Colonel Harperson, I will be your Commander as well as head of training. SF's are the best without question, SF's can hit a target without being seen and work for the Council who needs to show other than politics that they have the muscle to bring down a threat; in the next five years you'll be that muscle, you'll be the best without question. This training will change you, you will not be the same person instead you'll be the person we mold you into; some of your personality will survive but not a lot. SF's never quit and you lost your option when..."
Stopping, he heard talking and soon found the source as he walked down and soon confronted Michael Thrax; "Mr. Thrax, are you ready for two years of hell? Are you ready to be a new soldier or the one that interrupts me in mid sentence?"
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Aug 29, 2015 4:59:57 GMT -6
Michael was impressed with the whole presentation that the Colonel was going through but he noticed that the platform they were on appeared to have the capability to go lower as he pushed some dirt over the edge. Whispering to Tom, he soon found the Colonel in his face as he fixed his hat, an old green hat that he used to wear in school; "Colonel, I spent ten years with a man who insisted on morning drills and fitness exams as well as wearing suits during holidays. Now I'm sure you have this planned so anyone else can fail within two weeks but that's not me," pausing as he peered over at Drill Sergeant Bronson, "my father is Colonel Henry Thrax, head of Delta Company, maybe he can give you lessons after this presentation," smirking knowing that one Sergeant is going to have it out for him. Turning his attention back to the Colonel who had a smile on his face, he must've knew that a Thrax would be a pain in the ass to control as he whispered to the Colonel; "two years will be a walk in the park so please make it interesting."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2015 5:36:53 GMT -6
Noticing Michael already making enemies, he grew a smile on his face for he knew the perfect challenge after all this wasn't the first time a Thrax has challenged something and it had to be something to push this man's limits; "If you survive till the last second of hell then I will grant you the rank of First Lieutenant and you take first pick of your squad but if you don't survive you don't get nothing," he knew the young man would push far past his own limits to show that his program was successful if a Thrax is broken towards the end.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Aug 29, 2015 11:13:43 GMT -6
Thinking over proposition, Michael knew it was a real challenge but the rewards were much better as he leaned forward to whisper to the Colonel; "Challenge accepted," watching as the Colonel stepped off the lift as it began to lower down. These two years would shape the personality that would prevail while his current one would disappear for the most part, hearing the Colonel on the PA system; "You're being lowered into the lower part of this base where you'll spent two years. Constant torture, degrading and destroying your personality to form a soldier worthy of owning the title of Special Forces but this is only Phase One. Rule number one is there is no rules, anything goes. Are you going to be the Alpha Dog? Or a follower? Whoever lasts the longest gets their own squad, may you survive hell."
Day 190...most of the Drill Sergeants had focused on Michael who was still a constant smart ass, urging them on while more than 200 other's appeared to be broken thus moving out of hell and into their own quarters in the base. Taking a knee to the gut, Michael fell to the ground as he peered over to Tom who was also on the ground except he knew the man had broken since they talked a day before in the barracks; watching as the guards took Tom away to the nearest door. Getting up, he took a deep breath just in time for the Drill Sergeant to him him again as he felt one of his ribs crack knowing that was going to hurt but not break just from his rib; getting up as he caught the man's knee and pushed it back. The two Drill Sergeants stopped as a pair of medical officers came forward, moving forward as the two officers helped Michael out of the room and to the infirmary where Doctor Stevens came out to ask him a few questions.
"I'm Doctor Stevens," pulling up a digital medical file on Thrax, "you have two broken ribs but I'm going to ask you some questions and this will be on you file while your in hell," noticing the man nodding as he loaded up the questions, "the average Terran consumes 2,000 calories so please tell me how many you have daily?"
Inhaling as they applied the chest bandage, he turned to Stevens as he replied; "800 calories sometimes even 600 calories with 2 pints of water daily, any more questions?"
Stevens finished the questions as he nodded no, Michael grabbed his shirt as he slipped it back on while grabbing a needle full of morphine but never got out of the room with it as he was stopped by SF's in full combat armor. Entering back into the section of the base simply named HELL he had been keeping track of time in his head and knew he had to survive much longer considering there was a lot on the line.
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Post by Lt. Col. Tom Westin on Aug 30, 2015 5:29:19 GMT -6
190 days of hell, 190 days of broken bones, beatings and even scenarios that push them to the extreme limits now his personality had been shaped from being a hard ass to something a bit more smoothed out; taking a deep breath as felt the old him disappear. Getting up, a pair of officers took him out of the room and into a room that contained a single chair as the officer placed him in the chair and began strapping him down before Doctor Stevens placed a visor over his head which contained thousands if not millions of lines of code which also included a personality that is tailored to Tom as he placed it over his eyes. Asking him to keep his eyes open, he began running the code as he began outlining what Tom's new role would be; an Operator which rarely sees combat and directs the soldiers from a distance. It took an hour for the programming to download, in that period, they altered his memories as well as assigned him a rank of Sergeant with his serial number and ensured his personality stayed before removing the headset.
Looking around, Tom saw a spare uniform as he changed into the urban camo while rubbing his wrists, his mind had no idea that he had been in the program for 190 days but only a mere year; the accelerated memories were real to him thus gave him no reason to question them. Following the officer out, he stepped onto the observation deck where many more soldiers peered down through the electronically charged glass to see not a dark room but a room filled with light; noticing Michael was still holding out. Crossing his arms, he turned to a young woman as he whispered to her for he still remembered the conversation he and Michael had; "I really think he's going to push himself to make it 730 days maybe even 731."
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Post by Col. Rebecca Stonebridge on Aug 30, 2015 5:32:22 GMT -6
Rebecca had broken on Day 180, her old gentle personality couldn't stand the darkness and the torture which left an empty shell of a person which they reprogrammed a tougher personality into her and even more she was a field operative which meant more extensive training where Tom had a lot less training. Listening to him, she pressed a button on the screen as she expanded the view of this one person he was talking about as she whispered back; "I do see him lasting that long but lasting that long will damage him in some way after all, the Thrax family has always pushed the limits even during the last war his old man disobeyed orders and destroyed a convoy holding the top brass which left the Spartans in disarray for months," pausing as she noticed the man fighting back, "he might get to choose his occupation."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2015 14:18:32 GMT -6
Day 324...thousands pass through hell successful leaving thousand to pass through hell which was now much intense with the Drill Sergeants focusing on those that haven't broken such as her, Harperson's son and of course Mr. Thrax who seemed to be laughing a bit more every day. For the last week, her food and water had been cut back which left the Sergeants to be a bit more rough. It was working and now she was breaking, taking one last hit before losing what made her last for so long; it was gone as the guards lifted her off the deck and soon dragged her into the room that had the single chair with Doctor Stevens ready. Setting the headset on her head, the programming began to take hold as well as the new personality, her new job was field operative with the rank of Corporal yet no memories of Hell as she soon joined the others in the observation deck in her new urban camo ACU.
Turning to Tom as so many other SF's began to focus on the two main guys, Jonathan and Michael; "They are really pushing their limits...pushing limits are good," smiling as the Colonel walked in to keep an eye on those that are breaking under the pressure.
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Post by Jonathan Harperson on Aug 30, 2015 15:09:42 GMT -6
Day 624...a little over 1 year and 7 months, Jonathan had been on the verge of being broken for so long and now today he was being pushed over the edge as he broke the regular routine and began to fight with one of the Drill Sergeants which took the others off Michael. Taking down one guard, more SF's rushed into the training room while he and Michael had began fighting against them but it all ended with the rubber bullets; ending the brawl as the Drill Sergeants began to beat him down. Taking his hits, he peered over at Michael who was on the ground as he whispered to him; "See you on the other side," Jonathan was breaking as he got back up only be taken down by the butt of a rifle. The guards hauled him off to the room where the guards strapped him down to the chair as Stevens applied the headset with a personality that nearly matched his old one with a bit more rough edges. Taking nearly 2 hours for the code to apply and soon he joined the others in the observation deck with a timer up on the glass, he had survived for quite some time with Michael and knew the man wasn't going to simply fall after their fight early was to help Michael overall in rebuilding his mentality.
Taking a seat, he grabbed a small glass tablet as he watched from one of the screens; the Drill Sergeants now only had one subject and he was taking the hits which included egging them on.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Aug 30, 2015 15:50:41 GMT -6
Day 730...Michael had lasted through the thousands of candidates, lasted through the mental and physical abuse that so many others had broken to but now he could see the observation deck and knew he had to last a mere twenty minutes which might as well be another twenty days. Jonathan, Tom and so many others had called him 'Bones' for the malnutrition the Sergeants had put him through with muscle density taking over for the most part but his alternative personality 'Bones' could take all the hits for him. Bones knew the timeline and after the timer ends so does Michael and his current personality which he could only hope that Bones survives since he was about to make his last play. Turning to Drill Sergeant Yates as he took a deep breath, "Almost two years now, you've tried so hard too bad you'll be saluting me pretty soon."
Laughing, Yates slugged Michael in the gut again; "Kid, I doubt very much you can get promoted and if so then I won't be saluting you."
Catching, Yates next punch, he kneed the man in his gut as he pushed him aside; "You'll be saluting me like every other Thrax and just remember my training will make me more superior than you," laughing as he took a hit from a different Sergeant. Falling to the ground, he peered up to see the timer at 10 minutes as 'Bones' took over as he took the skills that he learned from the last two years as he began fighting the Sergeant's with the same Judo that they had been using. Time dwindled down as his adrenaline started draining till it came down to the last minute and the Drill Sergeant had beat him down to the ground, hearing the buzzer as the lights came online for the first time with the Colonel walking out. Getting up, he had a smile on his face as he spit out a bit of blood; "I believe I get a promotion," laughing ever lightly as he noticed the Drill Sergeants straightening up. Michael, the man who stepped into this room two years ago was gone, the personality that was forged which was Bones had taken over and learned how to adapt to the environment that the other had broken to.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2015 19:31:03 GMT -6
Surprised that he had survived, Ramsey walked down from the observation deck to the main door, walking out with the guards yet he didn't see the young man that first entered this room but someone else. Unlike the others, Ramsey had questions but that would have to wait since the young man was right; he did deserve that promotion which made him the youngest Lieutenant in the entire SFD. Having the observation deck locked down, he looked over Michael to notice bloody knuckles from fighting as well as multiple bandages from cuts and broken bones but only one of which was done by the medical wing which meant he learned to adapt; observational learning which was rare among Terrans. Facing the man, he nodded as he spoke softly; "You'll still get your promotion and pick of squad mates as well as your specialty."
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Aug 30, 2015 20:04:59 GMT -6
Surprised that he had survived, Ramsey walked down from the observation deck to the main door, walking out with the guards yet he didn't see the young man that first entered this room but someone else. Unlike the others, Ramsey had questions but that would have to wait since the young man was right; he did deserve that promotion which made him the youngest Lieutenant in the entire SFD. Having the observation deck locked down, he looked over Michael to notice bloody knuckles from fighting as well as multiple bandages from cuts and broken bones but only one of which was done by the medical wing which meant he learned to adapt; observational learning which was rare among Terrans. Facing the man, he nodded as he spoke softly; "You'll still get your promotion and pick of squad mates as well as your specialty." "Thank you," simple two word phrase and soon he followed the Sergeants into the room where thousands before him had walked into and now this was where his fate would be determined but they took their time since they made minor adjustments to the program to keep his current personality as well as strengthen the memory wiping process so he won't remember killing his ex-girlfriend, the two years afterwards followed by 2 years of Hell...simply Hell had molded him into the soldier they needed rather than breaking and being implanted with one that reflected a little of his old self. Hearing Doctor Stevens walk in, Bones' heart beat was at a steady 100 with his breathing slowed which allowed his brain to process more details; perfect for the programming that they were going to give him since they were also going to ask him questions. Placing the headset over his eyes, Stevens started up the programming as he took a seat with a clipboard; "We last talked on Day 190 which was 6 months into the program. I'm going to ask about many things starting with your current mental state. Who are you?" Keeping his eyes open as he took in the programming, he stayed still as he spoke softly to the Doctor; "They call me Bones...it would have been Skull and Bones but Bones is good enough. Michael couldn't stay together in Hell so he created me in the chaos to do what he can't which was to resist so I resisted and he fell off." Fascinating, Michael had reprogrammed his mind to take on a different persona to shelter himself which only 1 out of 300,000 SF's had managed to pull off but the others created it in a time of crisis while he created it in a time of proving something of himself. Marking down the response, he turned back to Bones; "We're bringing Michael back but with you blended in so you can always protect him," pausing as the techs uploaded the personality imprinting, "name, rank and serial number." Pausing, he felt himself coming back together as he turned his head to the doctor all while the headset remained; "Michael 'Bones' Thrax, First Lieutenant, 868-73B-983-42A, Alpha Company 1st Battalion of the Special Forces Division, and Leader of Alpha Squad." Impressed at the very least, he marked down on file on how quickly his mind is interpreting the files and organizing them which meant his memory had excellent recall but he needed to see if any old memories remain; "Do you remember your old girlfriend Kate? Do you remember being recruited? Do you remember the last two years?" A few minutes ago before the headset came on, he could remember old details but now they were gone and left him wondering what the doctor was talking about; "Who is Kate? I met the Colonel in a strip mall inside Corinth City, he was in the process of recruiting someone and I told him that my father was SF and that I wanted to join so he sent me here to prove myself. I remember passing all the tests and I was asked to come in here to finalize the process." Smiling. The programming worked! The other members of Alpha Company would get the new memory wipe to forget the last two years before starting the hard part which was to train them in covert tactics thanks to Corinth Intelligence, extensive combat training, vehicle training in everything, weapon training, survival training, zero gravity training followed by more training my Corinth Intelligence so the next three years would have more training than any other SF before them which meant they were prepared for everything. Waiting for the program to finish, Stevens got up as he removed the headset with the IV's before extending his hand; "I'm sure we'll have more talks in the future." Shaking his hand and patting him on the shoulder, Michael nodded as he headed for the door with his new jacket which had his Lieutenant tags on it but at this time didn't know his father had passed away and that his brother was already starting his training under General Tyson.
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