"(L/n)"
"(L/n)!"
"Hm?" The female looked up slightly. Her eyes previously fixated on the ground now looked up towards the man in front of her. He sighed, and adjusted his glasses.
"Can you please... start from the beginning..?"
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The air was cold, quiet as (L/n) sat alone in the back of the transport ship. She felt an odd sense of nervousness as the ship neared its destination, the mother of invention. She was late to the party to say the least; the freelancer program was well into its research already. However part of her knew this wouldn't matter. They had asked for her personally after all. She was transferred directly from her previous position to the project.
For whatever reason, they needed her.
The ship made its stop in the landing bay.
The sizzle of air seeped through the door of the transport as it opened, revealing itself to the open air of the mother of invention. (L/n) stood calmly, making her way out and into the bright lights of the landing bay. She was met by a medium sized, dark male. His voice was unexpectedly calm.
"(L/n), glad you made it safely." He said.
The soldier nodded in acknowledgment.
"I am the counselor for the staff of this project." He stated, "If you will, follow me to my office. You will need to be evaluated prior to your full enlistment here"
She followed him willingly through the intricate halls of the ship.
After a few minutes, (l/n) found herself in a private office, she sat down as she was instructed to do so.
"The director will be watching your physical evaluation from this room." The counselor spoke, "but beforehand, I would like to just ask you a few questions for our records. You may speak as freely as you like during this period." He instructed.
The soldier nodded, "alright." She said, leaning forwards to a more comfortable position.
the counselor scrolled through is holographic journal. He documented a few things before looking up to (l/n).
"Alright." He echoed, "let's begin with your prior enlistments."
"I was sent to the front lines direct from graduation." (L/n) began to answer. "I transferred to the medical devision maybe a year after enlisting, and from there I moved up to head surgeon at the Angel on My Shoulder Facility in the third system"
"That sounds like a lot of movement in your ranks for someone your age." The counselor noted.
"I'm a quick learner." (L/n) clarified. "Helps a lot when the situation is always changing."
"Right." The male agreed. He typed a few things down, and then looked back up to the soldier. "As interesting as your credentials in the medical field may be, however, we are actually more interested in enlisting you as a soldier." He stated, "you seem to have a lot of blanks in your documentation on the front lines."
"I-"
"No need for explanation, (L/n)" he cut her off, "our own personnel was able to fill in the gaps.. you have a lot of misconduct written on your record"
"Misconduct-"
"-Disobeying orders, unauthorized maneuvers-"
"I was trying not to get my men killed!" The soldier argued.
The counselor sat back.
"The orders I disobeyed were completely out of line! I saw an opportunity that would minimize casualties, and I took it. If that's so terrible then court marshal me!" She exclaimed. Part of her immediately regretted that last statement, but it was too late now. She huffed, sitting back in her chair. The counselor looked at her with an odd glint in his eyes. He leaned forwards calmly, a grin coming over his face.
"You're not getting Court Marshaled." He hummed.
"You have a keen eye" he stated, "that's why we wanted you."
The conversation only lasted a few minutes past that last statement. Soon, the counselor dissolved the evaluation, and dismissed (L/n) to the next level of her admittance.
She was sent to a large, circular training area. the sound of the overhead speakers echoed in the busy room.
"Agent evaluation in progress, all other personnel please clear the floor."
The surplus of workers that occupied the area all complied, dispersing rather quickly.
(L/n) walked to her prep station, a table that had been presented to her with an expansive assortment of weapons. She took a few of which could be of use of her. A DMR, Assault knives, and a battle rifle, all she stowed away in their holsters until she would need them.
Immediately, she was sent into physical evaluation. She made her way to the middle of the floor; The simulation ran. It started out with simple target practice; she passed through with ease. It wasn't anything but expected of her; she had always been a good shot and somewhat skilled in most ranges.
Next was hand to hand evaluation. The floor shifted, and the targets and other simulation equipment was put away. The floor became clear as the counselor prepared to run the next evaluation. He leaned forwards, ready to begin the test, but suddenly he was halted as another entered the room. A deep, gruff voice echoed in his ears.
"Have then call in five and six" the new figure ordered. He moved forwards, staring down from the observation deck.
The counselor craned his neck towards the man with a look of protest. "Director. that violates a safety protocol-"
"Shut up and do it counselor." The director cut him off, "If this project wants to get anywhere we need the most accurate data possible. I want to evaluate her full capabilities."
A moment passed, and the counselor complied. A comment was made over the intercom and soon, two soldiers in white armor walked into the training area. They and (l/n) were instructed to relieve themselves of all weapons, and then prepare for hand to hand combat.
They were given three seconds count.
3
2
1
"Begin"
The two soldiers rushed towards (l/n). She dodged one and turned, punching the other with enough built momentum to knock him back and into the ground. She knew the other was behind still her, and so she turned back quickly, raising her fists to block herself from any incoming attacks. The soldier took a swing, and she blocked it, grabbing his arm and yanking him towards her. He stumbled, and (l/n) used this chance to land a hit, kneeing the taller soldier in the stomach. The other jumped her from behind. The girl did her best to block herself before ducking back and out of the way. She could feel herself losing control the situation, and so she grabbed hold of the attacking soldier's arm and twisted it back. He was immobilized.
The taller soldier growled making and advance towards the girl, but she used her captive soldier as a barrier. The attacker stepped to the side, and so did she. He huffed in frustration.
(L/n) smirked under her helmet. After a moment of toying with the taller male, she had caught her breath. She released the soldier she had held captive only to plant her foot in the middle of his back. He fell forwards and into the other soldier; the two both went down.
The one on the bottom let out a low, angered groan, pushing the smaller soldier off of him and sitting up. He pushed his way up to his feet, and growled, rushing towards (l/n). He raised his fist and took a swing at her, but just as he did a loud buzzer went off. (L/n) raised her arms to block herself but the brute force of the other soldier still managed to knock her back. She hit the steel floor, and huffed in defeat, sitting up. The time had run out. That was the end of her evaluation.
The director came in over the intercom, speaking sternly "that'll be all, agents"
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Edited. Hey remember when I said I was going to make this book better? Just now started. Enjoy!
