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Oct 8, 2005 22:30:37 GMT -5
Post by Maj. Gen. Aleksei Nikolov on Oct 8, 2005 22:30:37 GMT -5
Welcome to the Red Army, comrade! Before you can be sent to the front to fight in the Great Patriotic War for the Motherland, we must teach you a few things.
You must first complete a three mile run with full kit. There is no time limit, but you must do it as fast as you can.
After that you must perform some simple calesthenics. Forty push-ups and 100 sit-ups, and quickly!
It wouldn't do to send you to kill the Hun invaders without knowing how to use your weapon. Take a Mosin-Nagant rifle and a five-round stripper clip. Fire off the clip.
Once you have completed all of this in one post, you may request a unit at Headquarters.
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Oct 9, 2005 22:56:28 GMT -5
Post by Efreitor Vassili Khrushchev on Oct 9, 2005 22:56:28 GMT -5
I'm assuming we're using the WWII RPing Colors...
Vassili! We don't have all the time in the world! Get it moving!
"Yes sir!"
Vassili sprinted forward and settled for a steady jog, breathing steadily. Sweat trickled down his back as the sun tortured him. Vassili kept going and going. Left. Right. Left. Right. He was gasping and heaving his throat parched and dry. He stumbled foreward when a gust of wind pummeled his back. The training Sergeant stayed at his side yelling at him and his other comrades for being slow.
"Come on you maggots! We'll never beat the facist bastards at this pace! Move!"
Vassili and his comrades quickened their pace and were soon jogging very quickly, making the Sergeant gasp for breath as he tried to catch up. The Sergeant rasped,
"Good! You actually made it! Now give me 40 push-ups and 100 sit-ups, Now!
Vassili lept to the floor with the rest of his comrades and started his push-ups. 1...2....3....4.....5....By the end of his push-ups, his bones were groaning and aching.
Why do we have to do this?
[After they had finished their sit-ups, Commisar thrusted a Mosin-Nagant and a 5-round stripper clip. Vassili aimed at the target and fired off a round piercing into the target. He fired off his other 4 rounds with relative ease.
"Good job, soldier!'
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Oct 9, 2005 23:44:35 GMT -5
Post by Efreitor Misha Kachikov on Oct 9, 2005 23:44:35 GMT -5
Misha was told by the training officers what he must do for the first part of his training course to pass and be a soldier of the Motherland. He nodded and began the training. He got ready to run and began running the first two miles at a brisk pace then tried to sprint up the last remaining mile. He did quite a lot of running before this so he knew what to expect. He only slowed down just a bit a few times. He breathed deeply as he slowed to a stop to catch his breath. He thought he did pretty good but thought he could do beter if he tried with all he had.
Move it! You won't be able to defeat the fascist swine at that pace. Move it!
Well, I hope this dosen't take very long so I can go fight soon.
Misha quickly understood and hurried up his course. He dropped down into the cold dirt and began the pushups at a good level. He could feel the cold hard ground ache at him as he pushed on. They were not to hard. Then he turned over and began sit ups. His body began to ache at about 80, but he kept on pushing forward. They gave him a bit more trouble but completed it.
Then he rushed over to the rifle range and grabbed a Mosin Nagant off the rack and slipped a 5 round stripper clip into his rifle. He checked the rilfe and saw its design. Then he loaded up and pulled the trigger. Then loaded up again and continued the process. He did this a good three more times to get acquianted with the weapon. He had shoot five solid shots clear into the air. He got the hang of the Soviet rifle very quickly. He saluted his officer and waited for the results from his training course.
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Oct 10, 2005 11:57:50 GMT -5
Post by Maj. Gen. Evgenii Vostrikov on Oct 10, 2005 11:57:50 GMT -5
Pass. Good job to both of you.
(Getting sloppy there Vassili...)
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Oct 11, 2005 16:43:12 GMT -5
Post by Mayór I. Molotov on Oct 11, 2005 16:43:12 GMT -5
Ivan was thrown out of bed by the ever increasingly sadistic Praporshchik who, after a few minutes of shouting and beating sent Ivan out on the field to learn how to protect Rodina, the Motherland against any enemies. He had been thrown a basic combat kit, and barely gotten it on before the Praporshchik was after his behind again.
"Molotov! Get your ass out and run, or I'll make sure you get no vodka for a week!!!" he shouted. That didn't go well with Ivan, because, like all Russians, he enjoyed his vodka and drank it in substantial amounts (to westerners. For Russians, he was a normal drinker). So, in an attempt to save his vodka, he started running, now with a Porshchik riding next to him on one of the thousands of horses in the 94th Rifle Division and shouting. Fortunately, Ivan was used to running from his childhood days, so he ran like crazy, complaining all the time over the weight on his back, that he was tired, and cursing curses over the Praporshchik, the Porshchik and everyone else that he could think of. Apparently it helped, because he made it past the finish line after half an hour to find a somewhat calmed Praporshchik waiting.
"Molotov! You're alive! Job tvo'ju mat! Get down and give me fourty pushups!"
Ivan didn't like that, but knowing that if he didn't do it he would get beaten again, he decided that he would have to do it, so he dropped down and started doing pushups, all the time with the Praporshchik hovering over him. When he finally finished, completely exhausted and craving a vodka-bottle, the Praporshchik grinned.
"Good. And now, a hundred sit-ups! Faster, you flea-infected dog!"
"Damned it Praporshchik! Have some pity in a poor Russian soldier. Give me some vodka, and I'll give you two hundred." Ivan said. At least it made the Praporshchik laugh.
"Hahaha! I think not, you capitalist. A hundred will do. Get down and give them to me!"
Accepting defeat, Ivan got down on his back and started to do the pushups.
"One. Goddamned Army disipline. Two. Friggin' Praporshchik. Three. Damn the facist bastard. Four. God I hate this place." and so on and so forth the next half hour passed. "A hundred. Bloody tree there that is too far from me to give me shade from the sun." Ivan got up and looked at the Praporshchik, completely devestated in his body and hoping that it was done now. "Done Praporshchik. Can I have that vodka now?"
"No, you son of a streetgirls cat! Take this rifle and shoot something. That is an order!" the Praporshchik said while giving Ivan a Mosin-Nagat and five live rounds. For a second Ivan considered blowing the skull of the Praporshchik away, but then he saw the Porshchik with a PPSh nearby, and came to that he would probably be shot dead if he tried, and then he wouldn't get the vodka! So he loaded the rifle skillfully and walked down to the make-shift firing range and aimed down the barrel. He had shot a lot of animals in his childhood days, so he knew how to shoot. And sure enough. One target after the other got hit. Ivans hands and eyes were perfectly coordinated, and after each well-aimed shot, Ivans right hand flew up to the slide, pulling it back and ejecting the spent cartridge casing, then pushing it back into place, pushing a fresh round into the barrel, then aiming and firing before the hand repeated the prosess. After fifteen seconds of intense work, Ivan lowered the rifle and looked at the results. His target had five nice hits in the bullseye, and he then turned to the Praporshchik, who had followed after Ivan. Apparently he was impressed, because his jaw was almost down to his knees and eyes non-believing.
"Anything else tovarisj Praporshchik" he asked, with a sarcastic tone on the tovarisj (comrade) part.
So... anything I missed? I hope that this'll do. Now, a bit of background info. Ivan is very dependant on his vodka. In short, if he don't have vodka in his system, he'll become a real bastard, as seen above. Once you give him vodka, he'll do just about anything for you. Just remember to give him the vodka first... Any comments?
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Oct 11, 2005 17:09:35 GMT -5
Post by Maj. Gen. Evgenii Vostrikov on Oct 11, 2005 17:09:35 GMT -5
Well, a bit of overkill there pal, but I wouldn't expect less. Go ahead and take the two Mosses you want. You've already proven yourself various times, and the action proves that. OOC: Oh, and who's the lower rank now? ![;)](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/wink.png)
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Oct 11, 2005 17:13:16 GMT -5
Post by Mayór I. Molotov on Oct 11, 2005 17:13:16 GMT -5
OOC: You just wait... I'll catch up with ya like I did last time... ![;)](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/wink.png)
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Oct 11, 2005 18:02:11 GMT -5
Post by Sr.Leytenánt Lyaksandro Pribeg on Oct 11, 2005 18:02:11 GMT -5
ooc: sorry this is late, the first one I did I posted, and got the freagin 'too many connections' screen. Was too demoralized to write again, but here I go.
Lyaksandro glared accusingly down the track. 3 kilometers, he was not happy. His invalid leg would not serve him well. As he watched the younger soldier trod along, he could feel more deeply the effects of his age. Step by step, he lost track of the time. Each leftward stride brought with it a sharp pain, and each rightward stride brought back a suppressed memory.
35 minutes. The training officers had nearly given up waiting for him. By the time he had completed the running, the group had already completed push-ups and sit-ups. The training officer looked down at Lyaksandro. He could see the pained look in his face. Lyaksandro offered a few cigarrettes.
"Forget it, here"
He handed him a gun. Sandro could feel himself transform almost instantly. He looked at the idiots surrounding him, this wreched army. Shot by shot he took them all down.
He snapped out of it.
"Fire down the range soldier"
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Oct 11, 2005 18:05:07 GMT -5
Post by Leytenánt Vladimir Ivanov on Oct 11, 2005 18:05:07 GMT -5
It was a cloudy, grey day when the day of training finnaly came for the fresh recruits. One of them was Vladimir. After he was recruited like many others like him, they where stuffed in a train and sent to their training camp. The people in front of him began running individually, thus Ivanov assumed he had to run. He listened to the commisars instructions:
"Allright comrades, you must run this track as fast as you can. You must run these three miles with full kit. GO!!!"
Like others, Vladimir began to run. Allthough he wasnt a bad runner, running with full kit was not an easy task. Also, the plain land did not offer much to look at, thus drive his attention away from running. All he could concentrate on were his feet. But he kept on running, determined to finish the job. After a few painstaking minutes, the young soldier finnaly arrived at his destination. He gladly dropped his kit. But the commisar on the finish line already gave them a new task. He seemed to be much more demanding.
"Give me forty push-ups and one hundred sit-ups, NOW!!!"
Without any questions and with a small sigh, the recruits began doing what they where told to do. Allthough Vladimir did his work well, he had some trouble training, especially push-ups since his hands where more swift rather then strong. But the same thing as before pushed him forward....determination. He managed to finish the job and countinued to the last part of training where there was fireing commencing.
"Allright recruits, this is your last stop. You must take the Mosin-Nagant and shoot at the dummy over there."
When ti came Ivanovs turn, the young man took a deep breath and aimed carefully. He then pressed the trigger. It wasnt a bullseye but it was close. With a smile, he countinued fireing till he waster his clip. Luckly, his shots where preety acurate. He wasnt exactly an excellent marksman, but it was above average. Once training was completed, the soldiers formed a line and a commisar walked past them with a list, telling them if they where fit for duty.
"Mikhail Andrevko, pass. Alexander Ilyich, pass...."
When the strange military person came to the young recruit, the soldier listened tensiously.
"Vladimir Ivanov........"
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Oct 11, 2005 21:30:39 GMT -5
Post by Maj. Gen. Aleksei Nikolov on Oct 11, 2005 21:30:39 GMT -5
Pass, both of you.
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Oct 12, 2005 0:00:47 GMT -5
Post by Efreitor Vladimir Tereshkov on Oct 12, 2005 0:00:47 GMT -5
Vladimir Tereshkov was quietly dreaming about his family back in Siberia when his sleep was violently interrupted by the commanding officer.
"Come on Tereshkov, if I was Fritz you'd be dead by now!"
It was very early in the morning, and the sun was just coming up over the horizon. Vladimir's comrade Yuri was standing next to him and was shivering like hell.
"Iiiiit's.... sooooo... cccc..cold."
Vladimir looked around. All of his fellow comrades were the same, and puffs of white air were coming from their mouths. As the soldiers gathered outside the commanding officer jumped up on a weapons crate and shouted out towards the crowd.
"Listen up sons of the Motherland! Today you shall be put through your paces. When I'm finished speaking you will ALL grab a kit and run 3 miles. There shall be NO discarding of the kit during the run. Off you go!"
The men grabbed their kits and began their run. Only a few hundred metres in and the wind picked up, and it was heading straight at the soldiers. As the freezing cold winds whipped at Vladimirs face the group passed the first mile marker.
By the time they reached mile marker two the sun was up and the winds began to die down. The running became that much easier. To his left Vlad noticed Yuri was stuggling. Not because he was unfit, but because he couldn't stand the weight of his kit.
"Come on Yuri, less than a mile to go."
Soon they were at the end and the majority of the group fell to the floor gasping for air. The Commisar began walking around the group kicking the men on the ground. Vladimir saw this and quickly helped Yuri up off the dirt.
"Well done comrades, now drop your kits! Now we'll be doing 40 push ups and 100 sit-ups! NO complaining, or I shall DOUBLE IT!
The reply was a couple of groans and moans but most went about discarding their kits quietly. They dropped to the ground and began their push ups. Vlad found the push-ups relatively easy compared to what lie ahead. Now he had to complete 100 sit-ups. All the men struggled now, with only thier will and determination to defeat the fascist enemy keeping them going. Vladimir was on the home stretch when he saw Yuri throw up next to him.
"Come on Yuri, you are on 80. You can do it! For Mother Russia!"
Yuri wiped away the vomit on his face and pushed himself that extra bit harder, and Vladimir did the same. They both finished about the same time and now their bones and muscles were aching to buggery.
"Everyone up! The final test awaits. Grab yourselves a mosin-nagant and a stripper clip. Fire it downrange. And please, try and be accurate!"
The men stepped up to the bench and grabbed the rifle and ammo. Almost in unison the men who had reached the shooting stage began to fire and then reload, fire and reload. As this continued Vladimir began finding it hard to concentrate as he was weary from the days work. He steadied up and fired his last two rounds perfectly on his target.
"Well done Comrade Tereshkov, report to the courtyard for your grade from Commisar Nikolov."
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Oct 12, 2005 0:17:25 GMT -5
Post by Sr.Leytenánt Lyaksandro Pribeg on Oct 12, 2005 0:17:25 GMT -5
Pass, good work
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Oct 12, 2005 0:18:59 GMT -5
Post by Efreitor Vladimir Tereshkov on Oct 12, 2005 0:18:59 GMT -5
yeah thanks.
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Oct 12, 2005 0:23:17 GMT -5
Post by Sr.Leytenánt Lyaksandro Pribeg on Oct 12, 2005 0:23:17 GMT -5
I think the color scheme was changed though. I'm not sure what we're using now.
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Oct 12, 2005 0:35:10 GMT -5
Post by Efreitor Vladimir Tereshkov on Oct 12, 2005 0:35:10 GMT -5
ok, i'm sure foreman will let us know. And also we should stop posting here
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