Cleo (calciumrich) wrote in commandhq, @ 2018-05-16 22:14:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | cleo moore, hazel dagan, p: mj, p: squid |
Who: Cleo Moore & Hazel Dagan
What: Training session
When: 16th May 2018
Where: Hologym
Rating: Low/Medium
Working into the swing of things came very easily for Hazel, after the settling in period and then going through the files, it was easy to work with Mike to get their schedules sorted for training. She’d opted to go hard the first few days, getting training in with everyone to gauge where to go. The following weeks had been a little more relaxed, like her approach with Cleo now. The bone manipulation was a new power for Hazel, having been with Regiment a little over a year, she hadn’t been exposed to the full array of super abilities. And truthfully she wasn’t sure she would ever really get there; just reading about the variety at Limbo was daunting. Cleo had a very unique ability though, from what Hazel could figure, and it relied a lot on her readiness to use that power. Setting up a simulation, with numerous hostiles and civilians, Hazel was keen to see just how honed Cleo’s ability was. With the simulation sitting waiting to go, Hazel waited for the agent at the centre of the hologym, not worried that Cleo wouldn’t show, just mentally clearing herself to give the agent her full attention. Cleo had been with the Regiment for so long that moving bases and changing handlers was nothing new to her, it had long since become familiar and she unlike a lot of the younger ones was not disrupted by change. She definitely wouldn’t disappoint as far as her readiness to use her power because she was long past being afraid of it and honestly as terrible as it sounded she had the Regiment to thank for that. Kitted up and ready to go Cleo made her way to the hologym where Hazel was waiting for her, curious about the newest handler as prior to her arrival there had been Connor Castle and so far so good but Cleo always liked getting to know handlers better. Helped to understand what made them tick and how best to work with them instead of against them, made life a whole lot easier in general. As she stepped into the hologym she greeted Hazel with a slow smile, “Hey.” “Hey,” offering a quick smile in greeting, Hazel brought up the simulation, still paused, but letting the scene fill out around them; a deserted city scene, with cars littered in parking spaces, large nondescript buildings lining the street. She hadn’t let the targets and civilians materialise just yet, that would follow once she touched base with Cleo. “I figured a simple exercise today? I understand you’ve been with the program a while, I don’t need to drill with self-defence, power awareness, we can just work on getting a feel for each other?” She needed to see how Cleo carried herself in the field, her reactions, her tells, those things. And work out how the other woman best utilised her skills. “There will be twelve hostiles, and an unknown number of civilians. We want to minimise casualties while clearing the field quickly and efficiently.” They were programmed to be on ground level, come from behind obstructions and advance, there would be fleeing civilians, some hostages and background noise. But it was a good way to work out where Cleo was in her own training and skills. Cleo turned her head to take into the full expanse of the simulation. "Works for me," she said with a grin that was both warm and friendly because whilst a lot of people hated this shit Cleo loved it, especially as she had long since come to terms with her powers and she now adored them. She noted that there was twelve hostiles but an unknown number of civilians with the goal of minimising casualties while clearing the field. Sounded like a challenge to her and Cleo loved a challenge. "Alright," she said as she rolled her neck and grinned a second later. "Let's do this." Appreciating agents who exuded confidence, and those who were comfortable and eager in training situations, Hazel just grinned back as she started the program, taking herself to a place of cover while the action started. While the assailants would have varying levels of skill and different weapons, she started things on a steady interval to allow Cleo time to get into things and assess before acting. She wanted to check and see how the agent worked things out, what her thought process was and how she decided who was a target and who wasn’t. Assessing the agents for their position in the field wasn’t something new, and both she and Mike had short listed Cleo as a potential field leader which was why Hazel chose this setting to test things out. Cleo inhaled and turned her attention from Hazel to the expanse of the deserted street and tilted her head as she lifted her gaze to the buildings as she familiarised herself with the lay of the land. As she did this her skin seemed to ripple until sure enough the first signs of bone could be seen, but less than an inch, barely visible, but easily accessible should the need arise. She began moving at a steady pace but not fast enough so she lost ground during the approach so if needs be she had enough space to move if she needed to take cover or needed to take down an assailant once identified. And then it began. People began to appear from different buildings and from behind cars, panic clear in the way in which they moved and the following screams. It would have been easy to let the crowd distract and convince you that none of them could be one of the targets but appearances could and were deceiving. It was the small things that gave people away, things they didn't even realise and couldn't control. Like how a civilian carried themselves in comparisons to the people responsible for the panic, there was a confidence and certainty in their stride and Cleo immediately narrowed in on one in particular. He was dark, not all that injured, and wearing gloves. Well that definitely wasn't right. She acted before he had a chance to, Cleo spiked him to a nearby car and then strode over to deliver a blow that rendered him unconscious and upon searching him she located weapons which she soon took apart and tossed aside, very much out of reach so if he were to regain consciousness he couldn't retrieve them. One down, only another eleven to go. Hazel rather liked watching agents work; there was a sort of calmness to some of their power sets, to their skills. Cleo was clearly confident in her powers, even if Hazel imagined that it took some time to get there. Her precision and awareness of the space was encouraging. Cleo was listed as a skilled agent, strong in the field with keen adaptive reasoning. Hazel saw the way she picked out the assailant, seeing him as a threat before he acted, and restraining him without mortally wounding him. Her quick thinking to disarm and render him unconscious was enough to make Hazel smirk slightly. She knew that Mike had a lot of faith in their team, in the members of their team, and Hazel was definitely starting to see it. As Cleo took out the first threat, Hazel flicked her controller, signalling a slight raise in the difficulty, queuing up an assailant with a hostage to step out from behind a car. Cleo turned her head as she heard the sound of footsteps and a whimpering that could only be associated with somebody in complete and utter fear of their life and that’s when she saw the next assailant with a hostage in tow. Well, hell. She placed her hand behind her back as she offered a placating smile, her skin rippling as bone was twisted and manipulated into a blade, light enough to be thrown “Hey, let’s not do anything stupid,” she said as she held the assailant’s gaze though as she did that she twisted the bone blade until she had it positioned just right. “So how about you and I discuss this, huh?” Then without any further ado she let loose with the blade but instead of striking the assailant it lodged in the barrel of the gun thus rendering it useless and Cleo used the moment of surprise to close the distance, her hand immediately reaching for the one that gripped at the hostage and with a few precise and well trained movements she soon had the assailant on his knees in a world of pain. The hostage was safe and Cleo immediately cautioned her to get as far away from here as possible and once she was certain that the hostage was safe she drove the assailant's head into the nearby car before moving on. Of course not everything could go perfectly and this was evident in how Cleo was suddenly and rather unexpectedly tackled by another assailant and winded as she was she had enough about her to catch the punch that was aimed at her face. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you it’s rude to hit a lady?” She retorted with a smirk as a ridge of bone formed across her forehead and a moment later she’d headbutted him. Cleo’s powers were something else entirely, and the way she used them, so in sync with her movements, each thought and action precise and practiced. The woman was clearly exemplary; in all honesty, Hazel thought that was putting it very mildly. The calculations that Cleo was able to do as she moved, actions and reactions weighed carefully and then carried out with ease and confidence. It was impressive to see how she handled each situation; non-lethal, Hazel was noticing, but with consideration for potential injury following. She took out the hostiles without endangering herself, and making sure the civilians were clear -if she were honest, it was more than Hazel had been hoping for. The ingenuity in how she handled the assailant with a hostage, taking out his weapon first, making sure the hostage wasn’t in danger from stray projectiles, that was definitely a factor that Hazel would be noting. Even as Cleo took the brunt of an attack, she moved with it, using it in her own response to battle back. The difficulty was at a steady pace for now; Hazel didn’t want to overwhelm Cleo too early in, and having it instantly become something militaristic would defeat the point. But that didn’t mean there wouldn’t still be challenges; this time, instead of a hostage, two assailants came at the same time, one with a gun, the other with a knife but concealing a gun as a secondary weapon. Cleo rolled her neck as she rose back to her feet and noted the appearance of a further two armed assailants and she quickly assessed that the gun was more of a threat than the knife, especially as the gun had bullets therefore could be used at range whereas the knife needed to be a whole lot closer and intimate. That meant she needed to take out the one with the gun first then turn her focus to the other. She immediately formed a bone shield along the full breadth of her forearm and used that to deflect the bullets which were happily and merrily shot her way before as the clip finished Cleo used that reprieve to move forward and advance. The one with the knife came for her as she got closer and Cleo shifted her weight so she could move out of the way of a well aimed strike though her sixth sense prickled and something in her told to duck and so she did. Thankfully so because if she hadn’t that hidden gun would have blown a hole in her head. As it was it took out the other assailant. Well, that was handy. Still, dirty trick, hiding a weapon like that and Cleo expressed her disgust by all but breaking the arm attached to the arm and then driving a bone projectile through the material of their jacket so they wound up pinned to the nearby wall. They definitely were not going anywhere. “I think that’s five,” she said. “Which means I have seven left?” “That’s right,” and now it would be getting harder, because the assailants would be better trained, harder to fight, they’d be anticipating Cleo’s powers just as much as her skills, they’d have their own skills, even if they weren’t programmed to imitate supers. “Seven left, varying degrees of difficulty. I don’t want to make it too easy on you.” They’d likely be coming in pairs too, save for the ones that had either questionable weapons of their own hostage. The first of the assailants had a hostage; a young boy, held up off the ground by the assailant, injury to the leg. This assailant wasn’t as well trained as the next few, his main objective was to see how Cleo handled a hostage that couldn’t get themselves out of danger quickly. “You’re doing great, very impressive.” Cleo probably didn’t need the praise as encouragement, but Hazel wasn’t in the habit of not giving it just because an agent was exceptional in their execution of the objective. “God forbid,” Cleo drawled with a smirk and wink in Hazel’s direction before her attention turned to the next assailant who had a young hostage in hand. She clocked the injury and knew even if she managed to get the boy out of his grip there was no way he would be able to scrabble away on his own steam. She needed to make this quick because the sooner she could get the kid away from him the better. And quick she made it, a bone spear to the eye, and that released the grip on the boy so Cleo could move in though she did have enough sense of who she was dealing with to pull her bones back into herself because the kid might not be real but he was programmed to act like he was and shit like that scared them. “Hey,” she murmured softly with a reassuring smile as she came to crouch in front of the boy. “Let’s get you out of here.” And with that she gathered him up into her arms and immediately moved towards what she decided was a safe area and once there she settled him down and took some time to assess the wound on his leg. “Eh, it doesn’t look too bad. Might have a cool scar if you’re lucky.” It was silly, to talk to a make believe person, but it just felt natural. Her top was soon ripped and the new material was used as a means to staunch the bleeding as she wrapped it around the boy’s leg and once happy Cleo caught his gaze. “Hey, do me a favour, stay put until I get back.” Once she had a nod Cleo smiled and rose back to her feet, turning her attention back to the simulation, smile being replaced by a smirk. Back into the fray once more. |