002: Offering Lessons.

[tarnishedavenger]

I'm noticing a few of you are having trouble with Planker's combat training. And, all due respect to Lubitsch, but he's a little too distracted and has too little time with us to do more than give pointers.

[That's about as close as Armstrong's going to come to saying that he thinks Lubitsch is about as useful as tits on a bull.]

With that in mind, I'm willing to teach some of you.

I've been a boxer for thirty-two years. I learned the basics of combat at West Point and, when I became a Silver Avenger in 1986, I was trained to fight superhuman opponents and groups of armed human opponents. I've been doing that, and training others to do that, for just about twenty-five years now. I'm also decent with a blade and good with any kind of gun you'd care to name.

I'm not a fancy martial artist. Don't expect any hebijutsu or capoeira from me. This would be about surviving, not looking pretty. I may have picked up a few things here and there, but that's about it.

I'll work with you, whenever your time allows, gauge your level, and we can build up from there. I won't say it'll be the easiest thing you've ever done, but it won't be punishing. Some sessions will be more exercise. You need to be fit to fight. But it won't be a waste of your time.

Those of you with more experience, I'm willing to work with you as well, or just spar for the people who don't need it, but this offer is gauged more towards those of us who never needed to learn. If you'd like to help, by all means, meet with me and we'll see if we can't work something out. I'd prefer to do this in small groups or even one on one,just so I can cater to everyone as needed. More teachers would make that easier.

Comments

[greyerrant]

Of course. I wouldn't want to hurt anyone I'm trying to train. Well, beyond a bruise. Disabling your comrades degrades efficiency, after all.

[valkywhee]

You don't SAY that second part, Loken!

[greyerrant]

Why not?

[valkywhee]

Nobody wants to think the only reason you're not popping their heads off is because they might be useful some day!

[greyerrant]

I don't kill people randomly, that's more of a thing the Night Lords or World Eaters do.

[valkywhee]

THE POINT
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YOU

[greyerrant]

I still don't understand.

[valkywhee]

People want to be appreciated as individuals, not as military assets. You look out for your teammates because you care about them, not because they're more useful without their ribs broken.

[she's an anime, what do you want]

[greyerrant]

I appreciated people that way once.

[valkywhee]

"Once?" Are you okay?

[signs point to "no", Nora]

[greyerrant]

I still serve. [ He is so very okay Nora.]

[valkywhee]

[Nora: press (x) to doubt]

Right. If you say so.

[Operation: Be Very Nice to Loken is go. Given Nora's personality, it's pretty much indistinguishable from Operation: Annoy the Shit Out of Loken, unfortunately.]

[greyerrant]

I am doing so.

[tarnishedavenger]

Can you handle nonhuman students?

[Might as well go straight to the point, then.]

[greyerrant]

As long as they aren't daemons or oathsworn to Horus Lupercal, I can work with them [ However if they are either of those two categories he will straight up murder them. ]

[tarnishedavenger]

[Well, that's a start. He'll just have to be prepared to rearrange students if Garviel's as good with xenos as Cain is.]

I haven't heard the name come up, so we're probably good on that front.

[greatlyexaggerated]

How do you know that name?

[A fellow imperial? Cain has mixed feelings on whether to greet them with relief or trepidation.]

[greyerrant]

I am his enemy, from now until the galaxy falls silent.

[greatlyexaggerated]

[lupercal's tits they're a dramatic one]

Well, that's one thing we have in common. I heartily approve of anyone who makes it their life mission to tweak the great enemy's nose.

[greyerrant]

Are you the one Saturday mentioned? Cain?

[greatlyexaggerated]

[If they're moderately acquainted with Saturday, then they can't be one of the more extreme Emperor-botherers who'd torch mutants and all that. That's one concern off his mind.]

She only mentioned good things, I hope?

[greyerrant]

Only that you were apparently from where I am, and are a "commissar" of the "imperial guard." Is that an Imperial Army rank I am not aware of? I am a Captain of the Adeptus Astartes, myself.

[greatlyexaggerated]

[?????]

[These quotation marks are certainly both.... puzzling and worrying. A normal astartes he could potentially see having very little interest in the minutiae of the ranks of the Imperial Guard, but a Captain?]

Not as such. I'm with the Officio Prefectus, a subdivision of the Adeptus Munitorum. I'm attached to the Valhallan 597th.

[That should make it more clear. Hopefully.]

Then it's a relief to see one of the Emperor's finest here. Can I ask what chapter you represent, Captain?

[greyerrant]

Of course, the Munitorum. Does that mean you're a logistical specialist? [That would make sense, if nothing else, ] A chapter? I am no Ultramarine, Commissar. I function as one of Malcador's agents, though it would be difficult to prove this without my armor, which I am given to understand has been stored away from us unless a mission requires it.

[greatlyexaggerated]

[Is this man mistaking him for a pencil pusher? Between this and the young lady with the chairs, he's not sure his reputation will survive this battering.]

Not a logistical specialist, unless herding guardsmen count as such. My role is more personnel and morale.

One of Malcador's agents? I'm afraid I don't follow.

[He's pretty sure that 'Malcador the Hero' fellow died about ten millennia ago, unless somebody has adopted a highly ambitious namesake.]