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I've not had the chance to bring it up. However, a while ago I added some competitive programs to the training simulation room. They're meant to give people another healthy outlet for conflict and hostile energy as well as improve skills as matched by an opponent.

There are several games as well as the option to customize your own. There are also two settings. One "honest" where cheating will absolutely not be tolerated. One "deceptive" where cheating is so long as the AI referees don't catch you and you don't cause serious harm to your opponent. Surprisingly, both have their merits.

This is also a reminder that you can get hurt in there. It is possible, so ask a Med Bay staff member if to come along if necessary.

That said, I'd like to speak to someone on the medical staff if you have the time. At least I'll have a better idea of who people can request aid from while I'm at it. But I understand with recent changes you might have to wait.

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Yeah? My dad used to be military. Does private force mean you're a mercenary or something?

[ after spending so many years shut in with so little human contact, his curiosity for the people on this ship is absurd. even if he doesn't trust anyone nearly as far as he could through them, he's still intrigued and questioning near all of them. especially those reminding him of the nicer parts of home. ]

Do we ever get to see you fight?

Something like that. A little bit more organized and with a sharp business acumen about good employers.

[He's still torn about whether or not he's proud of his PF or not. He built it with the best intentions but, he's learned a lot since getting here. But their business and cultural value is another huge philosophical ramble that it's really a miracle for anyone spared of it.]

You can see me fight if you want.

What counts as good for employers?

[ it doesn't particularly seem like anyone with the kind of money to hire a private military could have altruistic goals in mind, but then again, where he's from, you have militarys manufactured out of clones and shipped out to people to terrorize lesser nations and territories over resources or the right to say This Is Mine, so Andyr's expectations are pretty low on the subject. ]

Yeah, I want to. [ what's the point in taking advice from someone if you don't know how good they are or not? ]

Ones that pay fairly and won't sell you out.

The original idea was to give professional soldiers a way to continue their careers without having to marry themselves to any national ideology. Because of that, some bases ended up with a lot of former enemies on the same side. Healthy competition and goal-directed training became a good outlet for the negative energy.

[Again, still not sure of how that'll go. He just wanted businesses. He didn't expect it to become what it eventually did. He's been standing back and taking a look at it, at where it went wrong and how he was manipulated. But his business is still his baby and for now he wants to think the best of it.]

I'm Japanese born, American father, Japanese mother. Former enemy politics there. That sort of thing used to be really important to me.

Alright. Give me a time and I'll meet you in the training sim room.

Doesn't matter what the job is for you?

[ he can't decide how he feels on the concept of it all. giving soldier's places to keep going to war, without restrictions of government. on the one hand, government can all suck a dick, honestly, because they're all fucked as far as andyr's concerned. on the other -- ]

You're still a weapon for someone with a lot of power and an agenda, aren't you? So where's the difference?

[ not spoken heatedly, just genuinely curious. the latter statement has him nodding to himself (not carried over audio), and there's likely some metallic shuffling going on as he squirms through the vents he'd been hanging out in, towards the training rooms. ]

Sounds good. Meet you there. I'm Andyr, by the way.

I won't take any jobs that might lead to kids getting hurt. I make that a priority. Otherwise, political squabbles are their own business. And the difference is when we get tired of it, we can leave. It is sad though. Always someone with an agenda, and they'll fuck over anyone in their way until they change their mind. By the time you join a business like ours, you're usually already pretty far from having a home.

We're what each other has.

I'm Kazuhira Miller. A Personal Defense Specialist here. I'll be right down.

[And he heads off in the direction of the Training Simulation Room, leaving his dogs this time. Better to have them out of the way if he's going to be fighting himself.]

Kids get hurt from every kind of conflict, political or otherwise. [ though maybe that's just bitterness from his own world. it's all he knows, really, so there's not much else to say about it. ] At least you try.

See you.

[ he'll be showing up in the training room ten or so minutes later, used to the trek by now that he didn't get lost, and spends some time poking around, looking at what others are doing, while he waits. ]

[He can't disagree, they do get hurt. But he remembers Chico, what happened to him. Snake didn't. Snake still thought letting them be soldiers was okay. Better to not think much about that now.]

[Kaz shows up not long after, wearing gloves and an overcoat coat with his uniform he had custom made to match. When he's not using his prosthetics, he prefers clothes that hide his body shape respectably- overcoat is good for that. Still wearing his Diamond Dogs beret too because he doesn't have the heart to ditch it. It's his home, even if he knows how useless it is now.]

[And sunglasses, no matter how damn dim the ship is. Those things are staying on. He'll wear them anywhere and everywhere.]

Andyr, is it? [He checks as he reaches him.] A pleasure. Shake hands? Bow or anything?

[ Andyr's much less put together, uniform worn, because it's all he has that isn't blood stained and ripped up, but not as ordered as it should be. Jacket open, shirt untucked, sleeves rolled up, hair relatively messed, not to mention the dust from the vents painting his knees, legs and forearms. Relatively young at 24, acts younger, and with a complete lack of any manner of shyness as he looks over the man who approaches, brow lifted a bit at the sunglasses inside a dimmed room.

Either way, he squints for a moment at the request for what formal greeting they're going for, as if he hasn't had a handshake in years (spoilers, he hasn't), but eventually offers an open hand forward, somewhat cautiously. ]

Right, Andyr. Bowing would be weird. [ please don't bow, he's barely getting used to people talking to him like a human. ] Miller?

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Hard to tell anymore. [Last time he offered his hand to shake, while he didn't complain at all, he got it kissed.] And yeah, I'm Miller.

[Having been a brash young man once that acted younger than his age, he's not about to judge (though he did tend to his appearance so he kept peacock pretty rather than look handsomely disheveled).] What setting do you prefer? Average training area? Urban combat? Jungle setting? Wilderness?

[Kaz likes to keep up on his settings, and environments to make use of.]

[ Where he'd been, peacock pretty was the enforced norm, and as most teenagers and bitter captive do, he's rather aggressively against the concept as a whole these days. The uniforms were just nice enough to offend his sensibilities. ]

Urban. [ An answer given after a moment of thought, though he frowns, glancing a bit sidelong at the man, the fact he'd asked him pertinent. ] Who is it you're fighting?

[ He'd wanted to see him fight, yes, but not him. As a general rule, Andyr doesn't tend to spar anymore, both for the reflexes he has now being a problem, and for the life he doesn't like remembering these days. ]

Other humans are what I'm better at. But sure. Urban works. [He removes his coat as he goes inside. Thankfully, power restrictions don't apply in here. He goes over to the console to start up a program, 1980's style American street, generically hot climate and could range anywhere from Nevada to California. Lower class. And he's mulling over combatants.]

Point will be to extract a target, meaning I have to be careful. I won't be able to automatically kill anyone.

[He removes his uniform jacket and gloves, revealing that his right arm is half transparent, or the portion of it that's visible is. The prosthetic consists of force fields and responsive lighting. The same tech that's used for the Training Sim room itself.]

[ "Looks ancient" is the first thing that comes to Andyr's mind as he sees the arena setting load, but he's having to remind himself, most are from about 1,000 years before his time. Of course it looks ancient to someone from 3451. In a miraculous moment of sudden onset tact, he keeps the comment to himself.

It doesn't, however, extend to the moment Miller's coat comes off, and Andyr's eyes snap to the bizarre prosthetic of an arm, reaction automatic. ] Shit. Is that tech?

[ Or weird space magic like Hawke was talking about? Of all the things they do have in 3451, he hasn't seen something quiet like this. Then again, you can get actual arms from clones or just new bodies in his time, so prosthetics are a bit aged in general. ]

[Currently Miller's morals wouldn't permit him to take something from a clone. After he's met who he's met, clones of a man he loved, people that are fiercely independent of him but are expected to fill some gap he left behind, or another man he cares deeply for carved up to resemble someone he shouldn't; he doesn't think he could stand that. Even feeling incomplete as he often does.]

[He holds up the hand to look through it, and both at Andyr, and then ahead of him into the simulation.]

Yeah. Similar to what's in here. The finger portions are still clear. Still trying to finalize the design. Right now, it's modeled to be a mirror to my left arm.

[He holds the hands together, real and false, for Andyr to see.] As long as it lets me feel, that's good enough for me. My one requirement.

[ Some day they'll have to have a chat about clones, and all that's fucked up that comes along with it.

Watching Miller head into the simulation, Andyr's glancing one way and the other, like he's not sure what to do, before pacing in along with him. Why not. Lifting his eyes, he skims along the interior of the room, looking back to the arm held up again. ] Never really thought about how it worked. Seems cool.

So you can still fight with that? [ after all, the sims are real enough to give the full combat experience, so if it's the same tech, it should work, right? despite the time he's from, Andyr's more clueless on technology than anything else. ]

It works.

I'm not going to go into direct combat, that's a waste of energy. Instead I'm going to use stealth and hunt down all the combatants one by one.

[He pulls out the blade that Rinzler gave him.]

I usually prefer non-lethal when possible, since survivors can give you important information.

[ crossing his arms, andyr paces away some, giving the man his space, and nodding as he explains how this'll be going. though there is something he gives a wry kind of chuckle at. ]

You and I come from very different places.

[ stealth, the luxury of having the option for it, non-lethality and holding people for information. then again, he was leader of a military force, so that all makes sense. it just isn't anything he has any kind of experience in. ]

Maybe. But I'll work with what I get. You'll have to tell me more about it.

[He's only had to act as support during fights with giant robots, lucky for him. But even that experience is of value.]

The program will ignore you. You can go wherever you like. Until then...

[Kaz grabs a pair of binoculars from under the console, meant to mark enemies as much as they are to see distances, and enters the room. It's daylight; a challenging time, so he'll have to be more careful than usual.]

[Any practice at this rate is good practice.]

Edited (Part of my previous comment didn't delete when I wanted it to.) 2016-08-07 21:17 (UTC)

Don’t be too excited, it’s not that fun of a story.

[ which could either mean it’s boring, or it’s really horrible. Unfortunately, it’s the latter, but andyr’ll probably leave out the details unless prompted for them.

He gives a short nod, signalling he understands, and watches a Miller sets to work, closely observing what all he picks up or gets to. How he moves, what he’s looking at, the process of it, as he thinks on trying to learn this later. While it isn’t the norm for him, it doesn’t hurt to train it.

The idea of having another coach or trainer, though, sits oddly with him. It’s been ages since he’d been in any kind of formal training program, and back then, it was always his dad. However, Miller seems more interested in giving advice rather than anything more personal, so maybe it won’t feel that weird. ]

[Kaz goes into the simulation in a crouch, ducking behind objects, quick crawling to others. He picks off stragglers first. Coming up behind them and bringing them down into chokeholds, slitting throats at first. When he runs into two together, he shoots one with a silenced gun, grabs the other by the back of the neck while he's still reacting and twists his weight, slamming the guy's head into the ground.]

[As he goes he collects their weapons (holographic though these be, they'll work on the sprites.]

[When he finds who he's looking for, he's surround by three people. So he goes back for one of the bodies he just made, picks up, and throws it out into the open from the side of a building. That breaks the group up- an alert going up to hunt for an intruder at the same time, but Kaz has been marking people. He can keep track of them on his MID.]

[After that, the target only has one person with him. Easy enough to shoot that one person with him, and while the target is bringing up his gun, to steal it away from him and butt him in the face with it. Kaz grabs that one, chokes him unconscious, and hefts him up on his shoulders.]

[The next ones are still taken down one at a time. He has to put down his target, sneak up and take down whoever's in his way with ruthless CQC or with the occasional shot when he needs a dropped body to draw the attention of the person he's about to attack. By the time he makes it back to Andyr he's cleaned out the area of about twenty five people, puts down the sprite he was meant to pull out of the area, and checks his watch.]

[He could have been better with being noticed.]

Not very showy. But I wasn't wearing body armor and I got out without a scratch or losing the upper hand. I would do front line conflict differently.

[ Andyr's watching closely as Miller works, either following behind him, or watching from the binoculars, trying not to interrupt, but intently taking mental note, as someone who's been under instruction on this sort of thing before would.

He came from a military family, son of a Marine spec ops officer and secondly a martial arts school owner, and it's easy for him to fall back into the role of student, when he wants to. It's a measure surprising, really, how easy he finds it, after six and a half years of feeling barely human. while he'd been taught plenty by his father, andyr's by no means a soldier (his dad hadn't wanted him to be), but a quick study he is, and if nothing else, the years in hapsburg taught him to be observant of every last detail.

the man is absolutely skilled in covert operations, and andyr's wondering if perhaps he should try learning more about stealth. there's cameras everywhere in the Houses, but maybe he could learn ways around them. make sabotage and escape a measure easier than just cutting through floods of guards.

when Miller gets back to him, Andyr's crouched down, with forearms rested on bent knees, looking down at the sprite. ]

Maybe not, but damn impressive. Wouldn't mind seeing what frontline conflict looks like some day, though. [ not necessarily now, he'd just gotten done with an intense mission. ]

[Even then, Kaz would happily admit that he's not the best. But he's glad to have had some (future?) role in training the man that likely is. There's a horrible phrase: those that can't do, teach. It's not untrue. Kaz can do, definitely, but it's up to his students to take what they've learned and make more of it than him.]

[Maybe it's better that frontline combat waits for a bit, though. He still flinches at the sounds of sniper rifles. The thinks it won't affect having a gun in his hands, his ability to fight, but he can imagine how he'd feel after the adrenaline wore off. Probably means he should put some extra focus in that for himself in the meantime.]

Understandably, I never saw actual combat my entire time in the JSDF. It was after I started to travel that I found the battlefield.

[His introduction to it hadn't been pretty. A slaughter that left him the only coveted survivor.]

Been doing it since.

[He doesn't know what that makes him. Not good, certainly. He wants to believe there's a difference between cold blooded killers and warriors, men that choose to pick up weapons and go against each other. But it's a fine line, and he knows it.]

Come in sometime and let me run a simulation while I'm watching you. I'd like to get some idea of your skill set.

[ For as hyperactive and distracted as Andyr can be, he's paying fairly rapt attention to this man, a certain respect granted to him for the skills he has, and the manner he conducts himself in. Nothing overstated, down to business, straight forward. And with a want to help. Perhaps that part's the largest. ]

JSDF - Japanese, right? Sorry, I never been outside New Orleans.

[ And there is a bit of an accent sticking to his words, urban but a bit southern. He isn't as educated about international military set ups, as his dad had tried to keep him mostly away from those things, but he knows some just from school. Enough to recognize.

As for showing him his own skill set, after watching Kaz go through his mission, Andyr's a bit jazzed. ]

I can do it now, if you're not busy. Got nowhere better to be. [ Honestly, he's likely to hang around and run a sim either way, given he's a little worked up now, and keeping that pent up has never been good for him, and could be disastrous on this ship.] Probably nothing stealth, though, I'm not great at it.

[ his combat scenarios have all be very, very specific in circumstance in the last six and a half years, and before that, all he knew were martial arts tournaments. not the best resume, but he's at least very good at this one thing he does. ]

I'm half Japanese. But I was born and raised there. In Yokosuka. [On "Sewer Street", of all places. Where the ladies and the cigarettes were cheap and American Soldiers could get what they wanted. He sounds respectable enough in English, but in Japanese, one can tell he got his start in the inner city.]

[Other than some hints behind those glasses and smaller health/physical things, it's very hard to tell he's anything other than American.]

How about I run an evaluation.

Enclosed spaces? Battlefield? Weapon preferences?

[He asks as he heads over to the console.]

Never been. I hear it’s pretty there. [ In Japan in general. He’s also heard of some pretty fucked up Houses set up there, but he’s trying not immediately go to Mice when he thinks of other worlds. They aren’t like his. Most aren’t fucked up yet. Not as badly, at least.

Though, on the topic of what setting he’s suited to, it’s very hard not to go straight to the Houses, as that’s where near all of his real combat experience comes from. ]

Enclosed space, building interior like hallways, no weapons.

[ he supposed clubs, tasers or tranq guns would make sense, but that’s getting more specific than he wants. And he’d rather not have an Episode right now by getting too accurate. ]

Enemy swarms, keep ‘em coming. [ he’s used to starting with a group, with more groups on their way. ]

Edited 2016-08-19 08:23 (UTC)

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