Commander of the 501st Legion
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Bastion Military Training Grounds
Forse breathed in the scent of the fresh crisp air as he stood before a group of regular army recruits. They weren't on the same level that the stormtroopers were, but they were an important cog in the Imperial War Machine, and Forse often went out of his way to make sure that their training was nearing the level of that of a stormtrooper. The order of battle for the regular army was quite different, that much is true, but if any of these soldiers ever found themselves in a situation where they weren't manning artillery or a walker, they'd be able to fight just as strongly as the stormtroopers.
It was for this reason that Forse had assembled the newest batch of Imperial Army recruits. They had all come through basic training, and were trained on how to fight and the different techniques that they would need in order be a functioning member of the Army, but Forse needed to show them that all the sim-training in the world wouldn't teach them how to apply those techniques. That came from first hand experience.
Forse stood with his arms crossed.
"My name is Lieutenant Forse Dirum. I've been an Imperial Stormtrooper with the Strategic Insertion Battalion, as well as a Storm Commando. I've led men into the meat grinder more times than I can count, and I can tell you that there's not a single one among you that could shine the boots of a fresh stormtrooper." Forse begins.
It was the truth, after all.
"Let me tell you why. Stormtroopers are put through the ringer after they've gained combat experience. The Imperial Army training regimen that you've already undergone has taught you a lot, and you probably feel real good about yourself and your abilities. The simulations you've all run have no doubt been sold to you as being realistic in every way." Forse continues.
"I'll prove to you that's not the case. That a real opponent won't act like a simulated one, no matter how advanced the AI is. Allow me to demonstrate."
Forse, dressed in his ordinary olive drab BDU, spread his arms apart.
"I have one eye, implying a problem with depth perception. I'm unarmed, and I'm in a non-defensive position. One of you, attack me. I don't care who." Forse says.
Forse stood there. He didn't say anything more. A few minutes later, a large man burst out of the crowd of recruits. He swung a hard left at Forse's right cheek, below his eyepatch. The recruit was attacking his blind spot. It wasn't a bad tactic, if not for Forse's training.
Forse raised his right arm, knocking the punch off target, and gripped the recruit's wrist. Forse jerked the recruit towards him, using his own forward momentum to pull him faster. Forse raised his left hand and gripped the man's shoulder, pulling him over hie right hip and onto the ground with a loud thud. The man started gasping as the air was knocked out of him, and the recruits stood, mouths agape.
"That's what simulation training gets you. It removes you from the fear that goes with battle situations. That was the old way we trained recruits. We tried to eliminate fear. But that's impossible. No matter the indoctrination techniques used." Forse continued.
"What you need to do is accept that fear, and move forward anyway. When you're a step away from being out on the battlefield, many irrational thoughts might plague you. You might think that the second you step out of the carrier, you're going to get gutshot and have your intestines in your hands. But you need to understand that most of what you're feeling is irrational, and move past it. At that point, you focus on the mission." Forse said.
Forse helped the recruit to his feet. He seemed to have recovered without injury.
"Now I want you to pair up with someone and spar until I get tired of watching you. Only by fighting others will you learn how to fight effectively." Forse finishes.
Forse paces around the recruits, watching them spar and giving advice where it was needed.
Bastion Military Training Grounds
Forse breathed in the scent of the fresh crisp air as he stood before a group of regular army recruits. They weren't on the same level that the stormtroopers were, but they were an important cog in the Imperial War Machine, and Forse often went out of his way to make sure that their training was nearing the level of that of a stormtrooper. The order of battle for the regular army was quite different, that much is true, but if any of these soldiers ever found themselves in a situation where they weren't manning artillery or a walker, they'd be able to fight just as strongly as the stormtroopers.
It was for this reason that Forse had assembled the newest batch of Imperial Army recruits. They had all come through basic training, and were trained on how to fight and the different techniques that they would need in order be a functioning member of the Army, but Forse needed to show them that all the sim-training in the world wouldn't teach them how to apply those techniques. That came from first hand experience.
Forse stood with his arms crossed.
"My name is Lieutenant Forse Dirum. I've been an Imperial Stormtrooper with the Strategic Insertion Battalion, as well as a Storm Commando. I've led men into the meat grinder more times than I can count, and I can tell you that there's not a single one among you that could shine the boots of a fresh stormtrooper." Forse begins.
It was the truth, after all.
"Let me tell you why. Stormtroopers are put through the ringer after they've gained combat experience. The Imperial Army training regimen that you've already undergone has taught you a lot, and you probably feel real good about yourself and your abilities. The simulations you've all run have no doubt been sold to you as being realistic in every way." Forse continues.
"I'll prove to you that's not the case. That a real opponent won't act like a simulated one, no matter how advanced the AI is. Allow me to demonstrate."
Forse, dressed in his ordinary olive drab BDU, spread his arms apart.
"I have one eye, implying a problem with depth perception. I'm unarmed, and I'm in a non-defensive position. One of you, attack me. I don't care who." Forse says.
Forse stood there. He didn't say anything more. A few minutes later, a large man burst out of the crowd of recruits. He swung a hard left at Forse's right cheek, below his eyepatch. The recruit was attacking his blind spot. It wasn't a bad tactic, if not for Forse's training.
Forse raised his right arm, knocking the punch off target, and gripped the recruit's wrist. Forse jerked the recruit towards him, using his own forward momentum to pull him faster. Forse raised his left hand and gripped the man's shoulder, pulling him over hie right hip and onto the ground with a loud thud. The man started gasping as the air was knocked out of him, and the recruits stood, mouths agape.
"That's what simulation training gets you. It removes you from the fear that goes with battle situations. That was the old way we trained recruits. We tried to eliminate fear. But that's impossible. No matter the indoctrination techniques used." Forse continued.
"What you need to do is accept that fear, and move forward anyway. When you're a step away from being out on the battlefield, many irrational thoughts might plague you. You might think that the second you step out of the carrier, you're going to get gutshot and have your intestines in your hands. But you need to understand that most of what you're feeling is irrational, and move past it. At that point, you focus on the mission." Forse said.
Forse helped the recruit to his feet. He seemed to have recovered without injury.
"Now I want you to pair up with someone and spar until I get tired of watching you. Only by fighting others will you learn how to fight effectively." Forse finishes.
Forse paces around the recruits, watching them spar and giving advice where it was needed.
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