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shinigamikitsune

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Days Gone Past
« on: September 26, 2009, 03:23:24 pm »
The day had started out like any other. Up early for breakfast and blood pack. Then while waiting for the other candidates to finally arise, she waited in the training room and went through some of her own exorcises and routines. After that, the morning classes began, starting first with the academic lessons. Most of these classes seemed rather pointless to her, since the work load was easy for her. Not to mention that most history of Adedolis in recent years Callista had been around to witness. Of course there were the revisions in it that were to be expected depending on who was writing it.

In all honesty, she could have finished everything they wanted her to learn within the first year. The pace they were forcing her to go at just seemed to drag on. It didn't help that not only was she much older then the other candidates, but she was older then the rest of the Pilots and Instructors around her. Sometimes she had to force herself to bite her tongue when they tried to teach her something that she knew to be a glaring error. It didn't take long for her to memorize the differences.

After the morning classes it was then time for lunch. Most of the time she ended up sitting alone. For the most part, the younglings didn't seem to know what to think about seeing a person such as herself going through candidacey. At first some had thought it was a joke, or even assumed that she was one of the Pilots. However, the day she first wore her Stage One uniform it freaked many of the other candidates out. A couple of the older candidates had ended up cornering her and tried to harass her and show her just why they were further along in the candidacey then her. It didn't take long for things to become physical, and even quicker for the little brats to realize just how truly out classed they were. The brats had to be sent to the infirmary for an extended stay.

It was after lunch period now, and time for combat training. Most of this stuff she had learned while she still a youngling herself, there were times when she'd have a bit of a challenge. Of course those times mostly came through the training sims. They were decent, though nothing beat the thrill of real combat, up close and personal with you opponent. Sadly, her own weapons had been confiscated once she became a candidate, and she wouldn't see them until she became a Pilot. Fighting with training weapons, or virtual ones did offer variety, but they just didn't offer the same satisfaction as slicing a person open with one of her blades. Or the look of surprise on your target's face when they realized you blew a hole right through them with one of the guns you lovingly had modified yourself.

She looked forward to the day when they'd be back in their rightful places.

Until then, she'd have to make do with what she was given. Today that happened to be a gun supplied in the training sim. No matter how many times he'd held this particular simulated gun, it still felt odd in her hands and underpowered.

Today they were going through a sim they'd been working on for the past little while. It was the last chance that the stragglers in the class would have a chance to complete it. For Callista, it was just another chance to improve her time record on it. Once it was her turn, she moved quickly. Decades of training and actual combat had already honed her skills, and even if this was the same sim she'd been doing for the past couple weeks, she did not let her guard down. Knowing that this was the last day, the instructor would probably have made adjustments for her run.

The instructor didn't disappoint her. Instead of just the usual small targets, it seemed there was a large mechanical spider added as well. Though that didn't make it's self known until the smaller targets were eliminated.

It was only a matter of minutes before she had all the small targets finished off. She was about to power down her gun when the spider dropped down from over head. Instantly she ducked and ran for cover when the thing landed. It didn't give her much time before it locked on to her position and came after her, forcing her to keep moving. Whomever had programmed this ting had done a good job. They'd obviously had studied her tactics and previous battle sims, for the spider seemed to predict her every move. When she would attack and when she'd try to pull back. It certainly was a challenge.

Callista quickly realized what the spider was doing, and decided to switch up her tactics. She'd been fighting as though she only had a gun in her arsenal, so she shifted her tactics so that she was fighting as though she had a sword. It made her reactions just that much faster, and she was quicker to move out of the way. She was mainly dodging for the moment, trying to get close enough to see where the main panel was on the mechanized spider. The underbelly would have been too obvious a place, not to mention she would have been able to take that out within minutes. The legs were too vulnerable and the chances of the spider accidentally knocking the panel up against something on it's own was too great. The head was also out. Not only too vulnerable, but too many sensors where placed in that area. Which left only two places. The back and the back of the neck. Those were the hardest places to reach, and even if a person did, there was still the trouble of taking out the panel without getting hit by one of the legs. This wasn't a normal spider, and she assumed that whomever created it, made sure that if it needed to, it would have full range movements of the legs should something get onto it's back. It would be utterly foolish if it didn't.

She was almost a little too caught up in her mental analysis of the creature, that she almost missed dodging one of the legs. As it was, she needed to bring the gun up to deflect the striking appendage as she twirled out of the way. The gun broke apart in her hands, and she cursed the useless piece of crap. Now she was weaponless and still had a huge mechanical spider trying to make lunch out of her.

Tactics changed once again. Time to rely on her use strength and speed, to use herself as the weapon. She went on the offensive this time, tapping into her vampiric abilities to push herself further. She tried not to use them too often here, but now and then it seemed people needed to be reminded of what her true level was. She wasn't going to come out of this unscathed, but she intended to take apart that spider as much as she could.

Her first targets were the legs. Taking out one side would through the thing off balance, or at least hinder it. The joints would be the places to strike, even if they were damaged, they wouldn't be able to work properly.  She had to move quickly though, since it appeared as though the spider was adapting to her tactics. A learning algorithm was a nice touch.

Without holding back now, the first kick to the leg joint sent the end of the leg scattering with pieces of the joint. The spider seemed to scream as it lurched in it's movement of suddenly loosing one one of it's balance points. Without hesitation she jumped and flipped to land on the thing's back, using it as a base point to spring into another attack. It was during this, that out of the corner of her eye she found the main panel. It was located on the back of the neck. A plan started forming in her mind as she continued with her attack on the legs.

She knew she didn't have long before the spider would adapt to this tactic, and she wanted to stay one step ahead of it. Once she saw that it was reacting faster to her attacks, she flipped back onto the back, and made an all out run up to the back of the neck. She had been right about the legs having a full range of motion, for a couple of them shot down to try and hit her. Callista knew that she wouldn't have time to rip the panel apart on her own. So once she was close enough, she turned as the next leg was striking down at her, side-stepping just enough that she could grab onto it, and use it's downward momentum to guide it towards the panel instead.

Once the target was hit, she let everything go and leaped off the machine as it was shaking and giving it's last lurches on life, before it crashed to the ground. Callista was crouched on the ground, poised and ready to attack again if the machine suddenly got back up. It wouldn't be the first time people used a dummy panel to through their targets off. Thankfully this wasn't one of those times.

Only when she was certain the thing wasn't going to come back to life, Callista stood up, and started hobbling towards the door. She was bloody and certain she had a few broken bones, as well as a few patches of flesh missing. Those would heal up rather quickly and a person wouldn't be able to tell she'd been in a fight at all. Her uniform, however... well there was no saving it. It was torn and bloodied, and only by some miracle was keeping things covered just enough.

The doors of the sim opened to let her out. The first thing she did when she saw her instructor was smirk. "I told you those guns were pieces of shit."
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