World War Teens

Chapter One - The Newbies

"So are you ready for the new recruits Chelsea?" Casper knew how Chelsea felt about having to train a bunch of kids for war. In fact, the only reason why he asked was purposly annoy her. "No, I'm not. I would rather be on the front lines than dealing with ignorant children." Chelsea took another questionable look at her surroundings which showed her distaste for the area she was in. "Also I don't get why your office have to be apart of the S-Wing. It's kind of hard to conduct business with so many half dress men and women around. In fact why are you have dressed every time I see you? " Casper laughed at her. The S-Wing, which is found in every base, is where the SPMs (Sexual Performer or Motivators) stay. SPMs dress code states that males are to be shirtless with any type of bottom that are colored black or white and females usually wore skirts with just a bra of any choice as long as it was colored white or black. They also wore jewlery that could only be silver or gold. Basically, SPMs are checked out sex providers. Which is very needed in this war. Since most of the world is stuck in their teenage years for a while, the units needed a way to keep hormones under control in order to battle efficiently on the battle field. No one should seen a horny tennager to fight on the lines, because the past has shown they make idiotic decissions.

"Well to answer your first question," Casper began. "In case the enemy has a spy among us or somehow manage to sneak into our wonderful base, they would never think of looking for me in here. As president of our arm forces it is crucial that I stay alive until the end stages of war. As for your second question," Casper stood up from his desk giving a full show of his full 6'4 tan,muscular frame. His golden hair that touch his shoulder contain a few died strainds that gave off a silver luster. His wrist each bore a silver band with a gemini symbol in the center and he wore a pair of white skinny jeans that hug his waist way to perfectly. "I have to blend in. Also, I make this look good." He gave a a quick wink before going over to a filing cabinet that was place in the outer corner of the room.

"I would comment on that, but my Will may not approve of me saying those things." Chelsea stood up and move her dark blond hair out of her emerald green eyes. "Also I hear his squad is suppose to be back tomorrow, so...if I must babysit little kids can I at least have that day off duty?" Casper look over his shoulder and gave her a kind smile. "Sure, since you have been working really hard these last few days, I don't see how one day could hurt." Casper went back to looking through files while Chelsea started to head out the door. "Chelsea, before you go, I want you to take this file to the Intel division in Area-G." Chelsea took the folder from him and gave it a glance over. This one had a black fox symbol on the front page, which stood for the person who is suppose to read through it. "So Shadow's in today? I rarely see him around here. In fact, I haven't seen him since last year. What kind of missions are you sending him on?" Casper just shook his head at her. "He's here more often than you think. Just check the dark corners every now and again. You'll spot him surely. Now off you go. Chelsea exited out the bullet proof glass door with a long marching steps.

Casper stroll over to his desk and notice there was a black folder with a red ribbon going through the middle of a fox symbol. A weary look came over his face as he sat down and open up the mission report. It's been a while since he has been on speaking terms with 'Shadow'. They were best friends when they were kids, but now...war has change that. Because of a decision Casper had made about three years ago, Shadow had avoided speaking to him directly. It's the reason why he left the file in here without Chelsea or him noticing. "I hope you are okay buddy." Casper filed the envelope into his cabinet and went back to doing the paper work that he hated so much.

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New recruits started filling into the Common Area. The Common Area was a huge building about the size of four football fields that existed above ground as the main entrance to the rest of the complex that stood underground. The Common Area Also had high security as well during all times of the day. On the outer egdges of the building, watch towers are set to keep an eye on the sky and ground. The watch tower had five people assign to each station. Two whom focus on the sky, two who focus on the ground, and a person who sat behind bullet proof glass who used sonars and radio to get a larger scan of the area and communicate to incoming comrades. The door that led to the entrance had two sentry guns that was activated only if severe damage has been done to the watch towers or the motion sensors placed in the upper corners of the titanium doors detected enemy movement. The inner building had a group of twelve soilders. Half who watch from diffrent positions on the back wall and the other half watch from above on standing platforms. As for the last line of outer defense, four cyborgs stood wait fully equip with launchers and automatic machine guns just in case things got a bit epic. Needless to say, no one breaks in easily.

As the new recruits entered, they were quickly place in group categorize by job desired. There were about two hundred fifty cadets that came to this facility. The short numbers showed how regurly someone died from this unit so the vast others who were cadets were sent where they would most likely be needed.

Each cadet wore a gray t-shirt with black slacks. A cover was not needed. The high officiers saw no reason as to allow the cadets to wear a hat everyday. Also making hats would deplete there resources faster and they intended to use every bit they had effectivly. Knowing how to use one resources can go a long way into winning a war.

Once every one was divided, the president, Casper, took his stand at the podium that stood in the center of the room. He was still dressed in his usually attire and the gasp and lustful gazes of about majority of the cadets prove how handsome he was. Unknowing to what most people would think, he dressed this way for this meeting on purpose. He needed to see who hormones in the group could hinder his charges. Those who could ignore it and stay serious were bound to get high positions in the future. Those who stared with immaturity would be place in lower ranks until they matured. Usually guaging maturity is hard, but Casper way was more effective and quickest.

"Welcome fellow cadets," Casper spoke as he surveyed the crowd. Although he was smiling ginuenly, he was taking note of each cadet action poise and appearance. Although most of them went through extensive training to get here, others tended to backslide. "I'm president C. Kane. I assume most of you know my job." As soon as the words left his lips, he could hear the side comments that was added in the crowd. He mentally took a note of those people and continued to talk with a warm smile. "Even though I'm president, I hate formal approaches. So if you ever happen to enter my office for any reason call me Cas or Casper. Also I'm not the type of person to give long speeches especially with my schedule so..." Casper picked up his clipboard that was sitting on the podium. "I'm just going to give you a breakdown. First, you each will be place under a mentor who will train and teach you the layout of the land. Some of you may be training together depending on the mentor class. Example would be Intel G division. Only very few people make the cut simply because their are only thirteen of them and each only take on one student. Others like the design and camouflage specialist usually take three student per mentor." Casper waited a moment to let the information sink into their heads. Those who wanted to be in Intel tensed the most maily because about thirty five of them sign up for it.

After they seem to calm down a bit casper continued. "Now then, lets get started. Intel division, since you need to get started early, you need to follow Chief Petty Officiers Nickcholas Betts, Kevin Brown, and Master Chief Petty Officier Dakota Craft." The one named Nickcholas came up to the group to guide them. He was at least six foot, slim with a decent built. His dark skin gave off a slight luster and just he wore a pair of shades over his eyes. He was intimidating at first, but his alto tone voice calm down the crowd a bit as they aproach Kevin and Dakota who were also wearing shades. As the intel Division exited down the nearest elevator, Casper kept assigning groups.

"The next one would be our scientist and doctors known as the Cryptid-X. You guys will be leaving out with Ensign Chelsea Ward and Cassie Godwin. Be warn pleased don't tick off either one of them. Note you have been warned." Cassie guided the group to the next elevator on the left hand side of the room along with Chelsea. Later on Casper will have to remember to say a prayer for both Chelsea and recruits. "And last but not least our prized Seals. In the past we broke the Seals into diffrent components, but this year we decided to let the higher ups place you where your scores say you need to be. So if you don't do as well as you think you can on the physical and mental exams then you will be place elswhere in the Seals." Casper look over the final group. Every year the Seals get the majority of the new cadets that arrive and most of them turn out not to be as good as they wish the were. This year may be diffrent due to the new training that been place in the camps.

"Okay you guys are going to be scored by Ensign Donald Baity, Will Owens, and Ashley Kimbels. Once you are scored you are please to do just chill until tomorrow. Your mentors should be arriving by dawn so don't be late." The last remaining crowd saluted before going off with the Ensigns. Casper took one look at the remaining paper work in his hand. "I should probably finish this." Looking off to the distance he stared at the Intel Division private elevator. He really wanted to watch and see who made it into the Intel Division. There were four test they had to take and unlike the others, they were fun to watch. Looking back at the papers in his hand, he placed them face down on his clipboard. "It would appear I lost my paper work. Oh darn, looks like I'm watching the tests then." With a grin on his face, he headed out