New Commander
24 October 2008 12:45![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
skonen_bladesThere is a hierarchy in the New Armed Forces that’s based on disgust.
At the top, there are the experienced soldiers who started out all-natural. When the augmentations were offered and they were ordered to partake, they obeyed. Their experience is valued and their memories of what it was like to fight without implants are very useful in planning strategies against pure biologicals.
Below them are the soldiers who volunteered to go under the knife at the age of military acceptance, which was lowered to 12 years old back after the last war. The only memories they have of being purely physical are when they were children. They are the most unfeeling and vicious of the lot. They are the best soldiers but they need direction and orders.
Beneath them are the conscripts. The conscripts have been collected, against their will in most cases, and have been forcibly upgraded to battle status. They have the basic implants and the most rudimentary augmentations. They are the cannon fodder and they know it. They’re nervous, they’re whiny, and they’re jumpy. Those kind of soldiers get other soldiers killed in the field.
These three sections of the new armed forces have to get along.
My name is Sampleton. I’m the new commander here. It’s going to be my job to assemble a team consisting of five of each of these types. Fifteen men. Each group of five is going to hate the other ten’s guts. It’s going to be nearly impossible to get them to co-operate in a battle situation. Precious seconds could be lost in a real fire-fight.
I’m looking forward to the challenge.
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At the top, there are the experienced soldiers who started out all-natural. When the augmentations were offered and they were ordered to partake, they obeyed. Their experience is valued and their memories of what it was like to fight without implants are very useful in planning strategies against pure biologicals.
Below them are the soldiers who volunteered to go under the knife at the age of military acceptance, which was lowered to 12 years old back after the last war. The only memories they have of being purely physical are when they were children. They are the most unfeeling and vicious of the lot. They are the best soldiers but they need direction and orders.
Beneath them are the conscripts. The conscripts have been collected, against their will in most cases, and have been forcibly upgraded to battle status. They have the basic implants and the most rudimentary augmentations. They are the cannon fodder and they know it. They’re nervous, they’re whiny, and they’re jumpy. Those kind of soldiers get other soldiers killed in the field.
These three sections of the new armed forces have to get along.
My name is Sampleton. I’m the new commander here. It’s going to be my job to assemble a team consisting of five of each of these types. Fifteen men. Each group of five is going to hate the other ten’s guts. It’s going to be nearly impossible to get them to co-operate in a battle situation. Precious seconds could be lost in a real fire-fight.
I’m looking forward to the challenge.
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