"GROUP, ATTEN-HUT!" Came the yell from the front of those assembled.
As everyone scrambled to come to attention, another voice with the distinct accent of a Mon Calamari called out, "At ease." Striding past the group and making his was to the front was what appeared to be a middle-aged Mon Calamari in a pristine Naval uniform, the rank of Commander easily visible on the collar.
Turning, the commander surveyed the group assembled, hands clasped behind his back. "You represent the finest and brightest the New Republic has to offer. We have the pleasure of having some of the most decorated and skilled operators within their chosen field assembled together in this room. I am Commander Mxaiborn Ghou, commanding officer of this facility. I want to be the first to welcome you to JARSID. You have each accepted an invitation for one of the most fact-paced intensive training known to this universe. In spite of my aforementioned accolades for those assembled, many of you will not see this training through to completion. However, those that do will become members of an operational group that exceeds that of any other branch in the Republic. When solar flares close installations for fear of radioactive exposure, you will view that as an opportunity to work unnoticed." A Barabel standing among the NCOs behind the commander smiles slightly at the mention of radiation. The commander continues, not noticing, "When stars threaten to go supernova and whole systems are starting to be evacuated, you still go out for that last data file. And the list goes on."
The commander stopped while some of those gathered looked around at each other and up to the line of instructors at the front of the room. All wore military uniforms. Two were from the New Republic Army, a human and a Barabel. One wore navy dress, a Twi'lek. Another human was from SpecOps. The last was a Quarren from the Starfighter Corps. Some wore small smirks, others stood impassively, but all had their gaze intently locked on the group before them.
"Now, is there anything I need address for those assembled?" From the middle of the group, a hand shot up.
"Sir, I see that all facets of the military are present but I don't understand how that all works together for this unit."
"Due to the special nature of this team, and the small units utilized, we need the premier within each field represented to ensure the successful completion of your mission. Whether it is combat operator providing close support and defense, mechanics or demolitions for sensitive materials, pilots and medics, etc." He paused for a moment. "The wide range of missions that JARSID operator will encounter require a vast and broad skill set."
Looking up over the group, the Mon Cal smiled. "This class will also get the benefit of a special instructor that has agreed to return to the New Republic uniformed services. This instructor's has flown combat operations against the Death Star III, some of the most confirmed enemy dogfight kills, and an uncountable number of combat rescue flights. I give you retired Force General M'Chelle Chadez." The commander motions to the back of the room, where a petite human female stands at parade rest. "General Chadez, is there anything you would like to add?"
The woman shakes her head negative, her features remaining blank.
"Very well. I have spoken to the highly specialized nature of this particular detachment. I have spoken of the highly qualified nature of its candidates. You can understand the rigors of the training you will face ahead. There is nothing else I need say about the special nature of the JARSID program. I now give you over to my Command Master Chief, Vorn R'usk Al'kur."
"GROUP, ATTEN-HUT!" Came the yell again from the front of those assembled. This time everyone could see it came from the human in the army uniform.
The Mon Calamari commander gave a quick salute to someone else behind the group before turning and walking out. As he did so, those present noticed a shadow moving towards the front of the room. The gray alien was small, not even topping 1.4 meters, but he was unmistakable. He was a Noghri.
Standing quietly, the Noghri spent a moment peering at each individual present. Once he had thoroughly scanned the entire room, he finally spoke. His voice was quiet, but it carried an air of authority that spoke of countless experience. "Omnes alios esse sui. The motto, Old Jedi...it roughly means all life is valuable. Looking at this excuse of life in front of me, I think it might be time to change that motto. Never have I seen such a pathetic excuse for life assembled in such a big group. Now I always like to check to see if there is one among you that thinks you can knock me on my ass." He paused a second, scanning back over the crowd. "No," The Noghri finished. "I didn't think so. The next 20 weeks will determine if my staff can mold you in to a successful JARSID operator or not."
Pacing back and forth and front of the group, the Chief continued. "I like to get the housekeeping out there on the first day so everyone is on the same page. All exercises are graded on a 'go, no-go' scale. You get a no-go, you are gone. You fail here, and you get sent home. You get out there and you fail, people die. You make it through this course, and you will be called to serve in some of the most extreme, inhospitable circumstances around. To simulate that, your training will be extreme and inhospitable. If at any time you can't handle this training, that is perfectly fine by me. You come up, you ring out, you sign your NRDF 263-b DOR and you're back to three hots and a cot." Rubbing his hands together, the Noghri smiled sinisterly. "Now, you might have 20 weeks to prove me wrong about who you really are, but Day 1 I am always right. Let's see who isn't up to snuff. Chief Evaswacre, find me a quitter."
The Twi'lek moves forward, "You will have 5 minutes to find your bunk, store your gear and be back out here for your first PT test. Fall out!"
Vorn R'usk Al'kur and M'Chelle Chadez walk back towards the NCO unit, joined by a few of the other instructors. The Twi'lek, the SpecOps human, and the Quarren remain out in the assembly area.
OOC: This is an opportunity for anyone interested to get to know each other while I work with them on character approval to get everything going.
Here is a list of the staff:
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Rank Grade Branch Name Species Command Master Chief E-9 NR Navy Vorn R'usk Al'kur Noghri Master Sergeant E-8 NR Army Lessly Staph Human Chief Petty Officer E-7 NR Navy Evaswacre Twi'lek Staff Sergeant E-6 NR SpecOps Hansa Turff Human Staff Sergeant E-6 NR Army Yek Tesok Barabel Technical Sergeant E-6 NR SFC Forurl Gondi Quarren Force General (ret) O-11 NR SFC M'Chelle Chadez Human Commander O-5 NR Navy Mxaiborn Ghou Mon Calamari