Thread: The Vanguard of Terra (MaverickxLeithi)

It was a cold winter morning at Fortress Solomon, a Terran compound based in Antarctica. Named one of the harshest locations on the planet it befit the location of Fortress Solomon. If one got sent here, it was treated with honor over dread. The strongest, the most capable, the best the Terran Empire had to offer were trained behind it's massive cement walls. Many failed in their beginning stages in training, going as far as to try and escape. However such feats never succeeded and when found were thrown before a firing squad. Those who remain are pushed to their limits, and break them. They become the finest troops available to the Terran Empire in it's fight against the hostile xenos of space. This reason particular, was why a Hermes Class Dropship was descending to the launch pad. Embroiled on the side in massive bold font was the word 'Vanguard', the 'V' made with particular design in the shape of a shield. From the clouded skies it hailed it's arrival with vibrant hum, it's turbines shifting to a horizontal pattern, powerful gusts of air drawing a back pedal from the coated troops about the massive 'H' labeled landing pad. One although approached, a man with cleanly shaven head and an obsidian black eyepatch. Clutching the inner folds of his hacket, a single seasoned eye stared to the enclosed ramp, watching as the metal detached itself from the fin and lowered to the ground. Within first sight were four men, clad in blackened flak armor. Assault rifles clutched, they stood in rows of two at the end of the ramp. Does he believe Solomon has guilty too, soldier? The voice originated from the bald man who stood against the cold winter wind. The men in black armor had not replied even a single word, and stood quite solemn against the razor wind. It mused the old man how the inquisitor trained his troops so. There is no such thing as innocence general, only varying degrees of guilt. The phrase came from within the dropship. The old general looked within the dropship, and in his own pace the Inquisitor took his steps down. Thick, metal-toed boots clanked against the ground. Salutes arose from all parties, even the general himself. The Inquisitor's lengthy trench-coat danced about his form, bright ocean blue orbs peered from the lengthy Inquisitor's cap, staring directly to the old general. The young stood before old, a exhale of smoke gusting into the face of the general, a cigarette finding it's way back to his lips. The general had age, had faced horrors and villainy on the battlefield that could shake a man to his core. But the stare of the Inquisitors, he could never refuse getting a shiver of the spine. Are the recruits prepared for inspection? The inquisitor asked, a tone young but fierce, confident and stern. The general but gave a mere nod, ushering the Inquisitor forward with a tilt of his head. Inside, I have the best and most promising lined up. The general replied. With those words said, the inquisitor, the general, and two armored guards had entered the compound. With pace, doors were swooshed open, every man and woman, regardless of rank and position had given salute, many expelling 'Hail The Empire!' upon sight of the general and the inquisitor. The general was annoyed it seemed from the inquisitor's observation. Did you prepare the training facilities, as requested? The general raised a brow, retorting in apparent disgust. Yes, acquiring some of the needed portions were difficult, but your torture chambers are ready. The inquisitor chuckled. General Sathon, do you believe that Solomon itself is a playground, considering mine are obviously so difficult? He replied as they begun their traversing of a heightened catwalk. With a turn from both, a selection of ten candidates stood attention below them. Each dressed in a urban fatigues and white T-shirts. No, but I don't see the purposes in your test. General Sathon gave a shrug as he looked over the soldiers, watching the inquisitor's gaze. Soldiers, today you will be tested. You will be challenged in tasks that only the worthy will succeed. This is not a physical examination, as since you are already here you've completed such tasks. If you pass these tests, you will prove you are capable to become part of Vanguard, the organization that keeps humanity safe from harms of alien and traitorous human alike. The inquisitor paused, briefly inhaling from his cigarette. I am Inquisitor Steven Asher, leader of Vanguard. Introduce yourselves, and then march through the door behind you. You will then choose your door out of ten, which are all the same. With that, Asher pointed his finger to the first from the right. In corresponding order, the soldiers replied their name in shout. When it finally came down to the female at the end, Asher seemed more then curious. She looked like she had something about her...