Katrina Milan's Story

Fiacre was tired. Very, tired. Nevertheless, he had to start up the academy's new year, new start and new arc! He sighed as he positioned his dark, glossy officer cap onto his soft red hair. As he stood up, he patted the dust off the back of his pants, and walked up to his door. Pulling on the collar of his uniform, he watched as dust flew off, and looked at it, disgusted. Sighing, he said, "These old uniforms are disgusting...how long have they been sitting underneath the academy?". He looked at the picture of Chief Headmaster Erik Kreutzer (See "Z Academy"), and pouted at him. "An year younger than me....kid doesn't know how to treat his elders". Delicately, he picked up his white ceremonial gloves and started to pull them into place. Looking back at his room, he opened the door with a steady motion, and quickly closed it.

Almost immediately, a group of Slayers had arranged themselves into place. "We're here to take you to the auditorium, sir!", one of the soldiers in the front row declared. Nodding his head, Fiacre replied, "Yeah, yeah...I could've managed on my own, but if you insist". Following along with the large group, he headed towards the backdoor of the stage. In front of him, he could see that the auditorium was large, yet only half the seats were filled. Grimacing at the sight, he asked the closest guard, "This is it?". The guard, looking back at the sheet in front of him, he nodded. "That's all sir". Letting out a big puff of breath, he quietly noted, "That brat has got to be kidding me...only sending me like, 800 units. I'd require at least 2000 so it could run smoothly". Looking back at the thought, he restated, "And then again...I should thank him for sending me that much. It's probably not the least, but the most I can get".

Fiacre slowly walked up to the stand, and looked at the large pool and litter of freshman and students. He carefully tapped the mic to make sure it was working, and placed a sheet in front of him. "Welcome to Sector Two! This is another institute and academy nearby the main Z Academy. In here, we will be learning exactly what we learn in the main facility; Survival, Slaying, Intelligence, etc. All these subjects will lead you on your path to survival and resistance against the undead. Now, I know and can see that we have a few soldiers, but I like that. You guys will all be expected to study to your hardest and never forget anything important!". Pacing back, he raised his hand towards a buff, tough looking woman. "I am honored. I'd like to introduce to you all, General Katrina Milan. We are lucky, to have such a dedicated, excellent teacher in this facility! And as of now by the order of the Chief Headmaster, General Katrina Milan will be promoted into a Marshal! Please, all of you, give her a round of applause!". The crowd applauded. Even if the facility held only 800 people, the cheering and applause was loud. Fiacre could've sworn they had just attracted a mass of DIOCs (Dead with Infection on Contact). Raising his hand to silence them, Fiacre moved on. "You will all be here for a total of 4 years! That's enough to teach you, pack you up, and get you out of this academy! Now, I'm pretty sure you're all wondering why we're going to kick you out? Well, if I had to give it a case, it's because we need space for more freshman, so that they can also learn and survive. Of course, if you graduate, you will also be given a choice to stay in the resistance corps. But be warned; your condition of living will be overcome with grief and stress. You will be forced to risk your life in combat, and even possibly die from orders". The crowd chattered at that. It definitely caught their attention. Having such danger after their years of learning? They didn't like it, but they agreed to it already, so it was too late. "Finally, I want to give you something to inspire you all. To be generous and also cautious at the same time, I have breached some of the codes of conducts, and have crossed an important law; Weapons will be prohibited on school grounds and must not be held by Recruits and Trainees. Well, to hell with that!". Fiacre gripped his desk. "Humanity doesn't have much time left! We all need to ensure that our species will survive against those...things. So, I will present to all of you, a weapon of your choice. No, no, no...we won't have bullshit like scythes or whatever the fuck your imagination will immediately go to. It's all standard and primary choices!. Relaxing his arms a bit, Fiacre dropped back a bit. "Now, your homeroom teachers will be explaining the system and all about the academy before we move onto the subjects. I expect a lot from you all, and will be expecting more". Turning back, Fiacre started to walk away. He quickly stopped, and turned. "Oh. By the way..". Grinning evilly at the next words that were about to come out, Fiacre said, "If I see any of you pulling guns or whatever shit on each other, I will find you, trap you, and pierce holes throughout your whole body". Turning back again, he chuckled. "La vie n'est pas juste".

Quickly arriving back at the office, he looked at the servant. "C-comment cela? Je ne croisais pas que je dois faire ca une autre fois....J'ai deja dit que je ne suis pas bon avec les groupes grandes et forts" ("H-how was that? I can't believe I have to go through that again...I already told you that I'm not good with large, loud groups"). The servant lifted his head. "You did great, sir Fiacre. Most honorable and amazing". Sighing. Fiacre sat down onto his leather chair. He turned it around once, and wondered how the students were doing.

Fiacre looked out the window. He sighed, as he noticed that many students were running around, rushing for a reason unknown. He looked up at the sky, and noticed it was getting dark.
".....dark as black", he stated. He returned to his desk, and looked at the folded documents again. Documents of important deaths. One of the read: Katrina Milan. Another, read: Andreas Petrovic. He looked down at both photos, and picked them up carefully.
"....such sad deaths. A shame too, they were really important keys to the whole facility". He flipped open Katrina's death document, then Andreas' document.
".....Andreas; Died in battle, turned. Was not eliminated yet. ...Katrina; Went missing in battle, most likely dead". Fiacre raised a brow.
"What's with these documents? They sound so bullshit". He tossed them on top of his desk, and pushed his seat back. He quickly let out a puff of breath, and exited the room. He took a turn left, and went through the dorm rooms.

As he peeked in, he noticed that some students were readying their weapons. But what for? He wanted to know.
In a quick motion, he turned to a soldier that was dispatched to this section of the academy.
"Soldier. I think I have a job for you". The soldier looked at Fiacre, flustered.
"Um. It's an honor sir. So, is there anything that I can do for you?", she asked. Fiacre grinned. The students and soldiers both held potential and polite greetings at the same time.
"I need you to watch the students carefully. See if they have some sort of...event up their sleeve", he requested. The soldier saluted , and Faicre returned the salute. He turned away, and watched as the students were running around.
"What's going on?".

" First of all, quit wasting fucking ammo!" He barked. " Or you'll be on ammo detail for the next month, might I remind you that it is a run : that has a 75% kill rate for anyone under 3 years of training here?" He breathed a bit trying to calm down a little, still livid at the balls this kid had. " We are at attention solider! Fall in and listen up or I will shoot you myself!"Issac's eyes were icy, they had no humor , no kindness , and no sympathy. He had flipped the switch. He was in kill mode now. " Bandits wouldn't even give you a warning , you'd be dead already and you would have gotten everyone killed! Now. Fall. In. Trainee." He looked around. " AH TEN---HUN!"

The entire company snapped to,their combat boots clicking to in near unison.

" Sector 21 is an urban environment, used to be a strip mall, lot's of close quarters area's , lots of cover and very few vantage points. The few vantage points there are will probably be maned by hostile sharp shooters. Spear formation is suicide in this environment. We are going to split up into fire teams based on each squad. " He was now talking to the other squads. " As strategic commander of this company I give that order." He looked around and then to the headmaster waiting for a moment in case he wished to protest. " We will use bounding cover fire to advance into the enemy positions , from there we will conduct room to room sweeps killing anyone who's hostile. We will move into the 3 story parking structure on the west side of the field, It is of the importance that we capture this building before pushing into the more open area of the strip mall. From here we will set up a perimeter and wait for the impending enemy counter attack. We will be using the old coffee shop as F.O.B Alpha, The pawn shop as F.O.B Bravo. And lastly we will be using the 3 story parking lot as F.O.B Delta. I want most of my Gunners in F.O.B delta, pre-zero your weapons to 300 meters. remember If they are closer, aim low, if they are further aim high. " He watched the young faces around him. ' Don't fuck this up Isaac...'In his heart he knew most of these young men and women were going to be dead before they ever saw their enemy... the visions of bodies rotting in the urban waste made his stomach churn... ' It's gonna be Fallujah all over again...'

" Now we have no idea why the bandits are mobile but they are pissed. So be on your guard, and check your corners. Prince, I'd like you to cover my 6, we move now" He said looking at the younger man.


( well crap, thank you RPG for telling me that I had post to read....)

The blond president couldn't help but smirk. The once easy going Issac was now replaced by the soldier he had secretly admired. That was probably his favorite part about this academy. It had taught students like Issac, Kallin and himself to switch off from their easy going personalities to cold-hearted warriors. He jerked his head to his squad to line up as he took position. With back straight, arms at his back and chin up he stood in the uniform position as he listened as Issac briefed the squads.

He frowned a little realizing how difficult the task would be. The freshmen havn't even taken a single lesson and yet they are already forced into battle. His eyes looked over at the other squads and watched some nervously tremble in their uniforms. He then thought about his squad. Will they be alright? Will they survive? To be honest he just hoped that none of them would think on impulse again. Right now they wouldn't be fighting against mindless undead, but humans. Inteligent beings out with a goal. This was not some training sequence. This was real life.

He took a deep breath and nodded. "Understood," He answered briefly as his hand clenched onto the hard sheath of his katana. Before walking over to Issac he looked back at Ykito. "Radio me once you're in position." He said before walking over to Issac and awaiting orders. "I hope you know what you're doing..." He said under his breath.

(OOC: Just seeing if anyone is still alive here )

(OOC:Waiting on you boss you need help are you taking them out, Katrina this will be an excellent time to rejoin the rp perhaps they capture you we can rescue you)

Isaac shook his head a little when he heard the radio . " Alright. Ask him to avoid doing to that to often." He said quietly.
" Also, go a head and move to Delta and we will link up. All others move into position" Issac said. He hated being out in the open but he had a mess to clean up.He stripped the bodies of anything useful, jackets, watches, knives, ammo, firearms, ect ect. After he drug each of the bodies over to a drainage ditch and stuffed the bodies deep into one of the pipes. "God these guys are heavy." He turned to prince and handed him one of the long guns. It was an ak74, an ak variant designed to shoot the smaller 5.45x39 caliber, one of Isaac's favorites. He also handed him 2 thirty round magazines. " Don't use it unless you have to.It's loud as hell." He said turning. "Lets move before they find the blood stains. " He said and trotted off in the direction of the parking structure where he would meet squad 30. He hoped the other squads would move in as well. He still had that feeling of being watched which bothered him immensely. He had his rifle raised and moved quickly, checking every bit of cover as he went. It was slow grueling work, but it kept them from being caught. Twice they had to turn around because of guard patrols, and once from a group of zombies that had found a way into the compound... 'How did they get in unnoticed?' He paused noticing something odd about the zombies. ' FUCK!'

The zombies were boobytraped. He could tell because of the tape wrapped around each of their hands that was slowly peeling off.
"Run." he said to prince. "RUN!" he said a little louder not taking his rifle's sight off the zombies.


( Out Of Cookies: Anyone who's looking for a place to jump in , this is it. We are about to assault a bandit compound which has a larger number of people than our's you might want to go back a page and read over the 'plan' I rambled out to get an idea of what location you wish to 'spawn' at. I hope those of you who haven't post join us. ^_^ )

Carrie was about to run after the two, only to be knocked to the ground by Yukito. Grumbling she held up a finger and waited for Issac's reply.

'Alright. We'll he there soon. I'll keep them in check.' She stuffed the radio into her pocket and turned angrily to Yukito and Cathy. 'What. The. Hell?' She hissed. 'Why did you two run off? Issac almost shot you!' Shaking her head she grabbed the two by their sleeves. 'Come on. We're going to the damn compound.' She let go of Cathy, 'Cathy, get the others.'

" I was chasing after cathy she could have gotten herself kill I was just trying to help " He said as he followed her " I don't like the looks of this there is two unknown individuals here " He said he had notice the heat signature of the two who had made themselves know a little a while ago " one of them has another one following him " He said reloading his sniper " if they are allies then they better identify themselves soon because we are about to storm the rats nest and if anything I don't deem friendly moves it will get a bullet on the head " he said as they walk " Carrie Becareful once we storm the compound I'll stay back and provide sniper support from the roof I'll try to help but just don't do anything stupid " He said as they waited for the others.