cause drowned in crimson: Birth of a cobra Viper

[Uber Ninja Man]

Introduction:
"Troopers, Aten-SHUN!!!"

He walks to the head of the column, silhouetted by the trio of stinger's headlights gleaming behind him. His blue uniform is still neat and pressed beneath the flak jacket even after the ten mile march through the forest. I cant say the same for the rest of us.

"Welcome, ladies, to paradise," he spreads his arms wide gesturing toward the clearing at his back like the gates of heaven awaited us. After ten miles through the fecking foliage in the dead of night, most of us wish it were so.

"This...is your new home for the next three months, boys and girls." Most try to pay attention, but all eyes glare at the unpaved road piercing the green behind him and the pair of trucks that brought us here to begin with.

"You will train together, sweat together, and bleed together here. My job, is to mold you snakelings into shock troopers, future members of our beloved viper corps. My job is to break you ladies down and build you back up as men. My job, is to f*ck'n destroy everything thing you thought you knew about the world before."

He straitens his vest's straps, taking in the mood.

"There is no mother and father here. There is no GOD here...,"he pauses, lowing his head, "There is only Boa. There is only Cobra!"

In the dim light, his visor seems to flicker for a moment with that final word. The tension is palpable.

"You each have ten minutes, I want that kit shedded and your tents up. You're no longer in your happy little worlds boys, your in mine..."

[Uber Ninja Man]

Sorry for messing up the first post, it's fixed now

[Kujo]

Nice man. More please.

[Neuspeaq]

nice intro

[Uber Ninja Man]

thanks for the comments, any and all feed back is welcome. I plan to add on to this daily.

[Uber Ninja Man]

A week has come and passed. Once drenched to the bone in sweat, now up to my chin in mud.
"Keep your head down or kiss your skull good-bye, cadet!"
The task is simple, crawl under the wire to the end. The only inconvenience is the machine gun in our ear and the deafening rain.
"Stay low or you'll end up with barbed wire up the ass, snakeling!"

At this point its hard to remember what a good nights sleep is, even though its only been a short time since I had slept in my own bed.

Before first light, the officers have us up and drilling. We stretch, drill and eat; followed by more exercise with a side of PT. You call it repetitive, I call it hell.We live out of the tents we built the first morning, the only exception being the mess hall and "class room" we put up the following day.

"Move your asses! when johnny Jihad comes to town, you can bet
your ass those tracers will be dancing through the mud."

Boa is very strait forward with training, explaining each day after breakfast what new floor of hell he'll be dragging us through and why.

"Damn it, trooper...I don't give a flying F*CK what the mud smells like. keep your chin down, move forward and pray."

He's fair, but rough. always watching, always thinking. Regardless, he knows his job and does it well.

"For Gods sake, untangle your web gear from the wire and KEEP MOVING!"

Even among the machine gun's rattle just above or the rain thundering all around, his voice is crisp and clear. Every day we wake up to organized chaos under boa. He yells and screams, shouting constantly. But his intent is clear.


"Cadet, wipe that damn grin off your face and help Angleson fix his webgrear."

Each day, Boa tries to see how far we can go, how close to the breaking point he can take us to. But at the end of the day, he gives a simple grunt and nod of approval when we collapse in our tents at night.

I'm up to my chin in mud and loving it.