Jack Wednesday
Mar 24th, 2008, 07:26:42 PM
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition...
Captain Jack Wednesday returned the salute to the 15 men and women standing before him.
"At ease. Congratulations and welcome to the Primari, the first squad of Project Cerberus, the task force of Vanguard. Sergeant Gartner, post."
A man roughly the same height as Wednesday with brown hair, a long nose, and deep-set eyes, who casually ran from the back of the formation to right before Captain Wednesday. He saluted his officer counterpart and turned to face the formation as soon as Wednesday stepped down. Sergeant First Class Gartner had an outstanding record for leading an elite unit and had survived the mutagen cocktails with few side effects, thus providing the number one choice for Jack’s right hand man. The others had just fallen into place afterwards. None of them had Jack’s clean record of taking to the mutagens, they all had their own problems but it was nothing beyond their realm of control from what Jack could see. He wasn’t a medical expert though so he had made sure to instate a SOP to submit to weekly medical examinations.
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Most of these men had been through some kind of mental conditioning, given their background. It was necessary in order to overcome the more simple obstacles of life. Things like PTSD were simply unacceptable in light of one’s clearance and with the mutagens, so were any mention of migraines, nausea, nose bleeds, or any signs of seizures or epileptic episodes.
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition...
Captain Jack Wednesday returned the salute to the 15 men and women standing before him.
"At ease. Congratulations and welcome to the Primari, the first squad of Project Cerberus, the task force of Vanguard. Sergeant Gartner, post."
A man roughly the same height as Wednesday with brown hair, a long nose, and deep-set eyes, who casually ran from the back of the formation to right before Captain Wednesday. He saluted his officer counterpart and turned to face the formation as soon as Wednesday stepped down. Sergeant First Class Gartner had an outstanding record for leading an elite unit and had survived the mutagen cocktails with few side effects, thus providing the number one choice for Jack’s right hand man. The others had just fallen into place afterwards. None of them had Jack’s clean record of taking to the mutagens, they all had their own problems but it was nothing beyond their realm of control from what Jack could see. He wasn’t a medical expert though so he had made sure to instate a SOP to submit to weekly medical examinations.
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Most of these men had been through some kind of mental conditioning, given their background. It was necessary in order to overcome the more simple obstacles of life. Things like PTSD were simply unacceptable in light of one’s clearance and with the mutagens, so were any mention of migraines, nausea, nose bleeds, or any signs of seizures or epileptic episodes.