A lesson to be taught... (Helghast)

[Victor Crestmere]

"Yes sir. On my way."

Closing the comm. between the two, Crestmere stood and exited his room. He had been given orders by Helghast to meet him at the Training Cell for Combat Exercises, whatever that meant, and he wasn't going to keep the Major waiting.

After taking the elevator down a few levels, Crestmere finally reached the Training Cell. Victor had only been here a few times before. He had never really taken to combat training, or at least, the hand-to-hand aspect of it all. Now, give him a C-14 and he could tattoo the Imperial Logo on a target from 500 yards away, nowhere near what Scothis was capable of, but he was proud of it nonetheless.

Upon entering the room, memories of this small room came rushing back; the padded walls taking the brunt of Victor's body being smashed against it, the observation mirrors dancing with life as the training sessions took place, yes, they all came rushing back indeed. And now, it would only add more memories as Victor stood, waiting at attention for Major Helghast to make his apperance.

[Y'roth Helghast]

The opposite door opened and Helghast entered wearing the first layer of the CMC-400 gear, the general uniform within the Nightmare complex. He didn't bother taking notice of Sgt Mjr Crestmere yet as he adjusted the room climate to a bit colder than average. IMP floated in casually behind the Major, the small black orb zipping over to Crestmere and revolving around him as if a moon to a planet.

"At ease, Sgt Mjr. Your recent physical training test states a defficiency in melee and unarmed combat. Today is your instructional counseling. This involves hands on training and recognition of advanced combat styles. The conditions are the counselor, myself and IMP, the counseled, you, Sgt Mjr, and this training cell. The standards are to have properly recognized and obtained a knowledge of more advanced combat styles. Are there any mission essential questions, Sgt Mjr?"

[Victor Crestmere]

Crestmere had tried to relax, but there was something about this meeting that he just didn't like. And then it hit him as soon as Helghast said "physical training test". With a quick shake of his head, Crestmere continued to listen as Helghast went on. It was true, Victor had been slacking in the physical area of his training. There was no excuse for that of course, and Victor wouldn’t try to make one, especially with Helghast. He would see through Crestmere’s lie with ease and besides, Crestmere was too afraid he would suddenly fall asleep with a dart in his neck, releasing some of Helghast’ famous DMD (Dead Man's Dream) into his system to even attempt such a foolish thing.

"No sir. No questions relating to the mission as of now sir.”

[Y'roth Helghast]

"Then we shall commence. IMP, prepare the session for recording so that Sgt Mjr may observe it later."

"Sir, yes, Sir."

Helghast moved to a corner of the room and slowly began to stretch out. Whether or not Crestmere had the same intentions, it was not Helghast's concern if Crestmere pulled a muscle while training. He'd feel it for a time but Bacta would regenerate the damaged tissue. As long as Sgt Mjr was still field worthy, Helghast could give a dren.

Once he had taken the time to fully stretch out, Helghast moved away from the corner and motioned for Crestmere to do the same.

[Victor Crestmere]

Following Helghast example, Victor began stretching as well. Starting with his legs and making his way up, Victor wanted to make sure that he was in top condition for whatever it was that Helghast had planed.

Looking over at Helghast as he gave a silent command to move away from the wall, Victor nodded in compliance. Moving inwards, towards the center of the room, Victor waited on Helghast next command.

[Y'roth Helghast]

Helghast shifted his body into the close quarters combat style that had been taught to the commandos of the Clone Wars, highly developed clones all threaded through a training program similar to Helghast's own but they were all genetically bound to make the same mistakes.

The style and combat manuevers had nonetheless still allowed the commando's an effective advantage over nearly all the enemies they faced as Helghast had studied the records of their progress in their classes on warfare. There was no grace to it when the untrained eye watched it in action, but a soldier could see the flow of action quite clearly. The raw power that was dealt was done so in a manner resulting in severe execution. The commandos were intended to spend no longer than a few seconds on each enemy as they were intended to combat large groups of enemies. Crestmere would learn this quickly and would need to spot the flaw in the style even quicker.

"I'll give you one option, Sgt Mjr. Consider it a luxury. Attack or defend?"

[Victor Crestmere]

Attack of defend, he was too kind. Either way Crestmere was getting ready to have his butt handed to him and he knew it, that was the worst part! The Major was well trained in every aspect of combat or at least from what Crestmere had seen. He was the perfect war machine for the Imp's and everyone knew it. To attack or defend still meant you had to engage him in combat, a thought that no one enjoyed. At least if this was a real mission and Crestmere was the enemy, he had the luxury of dying rather then being pummeled to death like he probably would be here shortly.

After carefully considering all the choices, all two of them, Crestmere spoke up. He had decided it best to test the water and defend first and then possibly attack afterwards, or defend again. “I’ll try my luck at defending first, Sir.”

Dropping his arms down, Victor assumed the basic defense position that he had been taught, or the one he remembered. Shifting his body to left, Victor brought his left hand up, close to his chest and his right hand went down low, close to his waist. It was a simple martial arts stance, something meant to be able to block high or low attacks, nothing serious, but it had served Victor well in the past and he could only hope that it would do the same this time.