Shot 03 - written / action
Jun. 18th, 2012 01:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
easierdonethansaidWritten:
[The message appears in the middle of the morning, about the time he assumes most will be up getting breakfast or the like. (Sleeping until noon is a concept completely foreign to the solider.)]
I've been in war before. Not in space, but it's still war, and they gave us quite a bit of information. I've been reading all of that and a few other books I borrowed from the library.
Now, what I don't know is how this works around here. We know who in their forces we'll be reporting to. Will they make units out of us? Too many being sent from just here to expect us to be one fighting force, and they mentioned others from other enclosures. So there has to be some division. Will they be taking care of that? Or is scrapping for command status left up to us? [Never a pretty thing. He'd seen it before.]
Col S. Moran
Action:
[A couple hours after his message across the Journals, Colonel Moran is about the town. He might be seen in the village, but he's intent on his destination.
The Battle Dome.
It takes about forty-five minutes for him to figure out how to properly turn on the simulator. (And might have required a quick message to a new acquaintance with video turned on to be walked through it. He didn't really care that he seemed to have bored the man.) He finds the model of the "fighter" the Malnosso agent had talked about yesterday and sets it up. Best learn how to use this thing, if his life and others might depend on it.
He'll take breaks about every hour and a half, but he will be in and out of the simulator for the rest of the day. The first few attempts? End in spectacular crashes and/or assaults from the enemy. But by the fifth try or so? He's got the controls and targeting pretty well handled and knows how to man the guns.]
[The message appears in the middle of the morning, about the time he assumes most will be up getting breakfast or the like. (Sleeping until noon is a concept completely foreign to the solider.)]
I've been in war before. Not in space, but it's still war, and they gave us quite a bit of information. I've been reading all of that and a few other books I borrowed from the library.
Now, what I don't know is how this works around here. We know who in their forces we'll be reporting to. Will they make units out of us? Too many being sent from just here to expect us to be one fighting force, and they mentioned others from other enclosures. So there has to be some division. Will they be taking care of that? Or is scrapping for command status left up to us? [Never a pretty thing. He'd seen it before.]
Col S. Moran
Action:
[A couple hours after his message across the Journals, Colonel Moran is about the town. He might be seen in the village, but he's intent on his destination.
The Battle Dome.
It takes about forty-five minutes for him to figure out how to properly turn on the simulator. (And might have required a quick message to a new acquaintance with video turned on to be walked through it. He didn't really care that he seemed to have bored the man.) He finds the model of the "fighter" the Malnosso agent had talked about yesterday and sets it up. Best learn how to use this thing, if his life and others might depend on it.
He'll take breaks about every hour and a half, but he will be in and out of the simulator for the rest of the day. The first few attempts? End in spectacular crashes and/or assaults from the enemy. But by the fifth try or so? He's got the controls and targeting pretty well handled and knows how to man the guns.]
