Futuristic There's No Crying in the Militia (1x1)

[Nightwisher]

It wasn't that Shilo had one eye, she merely had one good eye. Her left eye was completely blind, but still moved the way a normal eye would as she lost her vision when she was fifteen from a knife wound. That wasn't exactly important though, just a fun fact. Shilo filed into the VTOL without hesitation, finding a seat where she wouldn't have to be too close to another person, but also prepared for someone having to get into her 12 inch bubble that she was so weary of. She remained silent, feeling no need to say anything to anyone, and preferring it that way. She kept her head down but made sure she stayed equally aware of her surroundings, relying on her hearing as she tried to make herself numb to the anxiety of being cramping into a VTOL with other people. The trained assassin chewed on the inside of her lip while the tips of her gloved fingers rubbed against the the tip of her thumb, quickly and relentlessly; if she hadn't been wearing the gloves, her skin would be raw. It was one of Shilo's anxious ticks, and kept her from doing anything dangerous.

 

[Sir Swigglesworth]

As the VTOL flew its way towards Phantom camp the man observed the recruits inside the ship and attempted to see if anyone of them was doing something unique to themselves. For one man it was tapping their fingers out of boredom and anxiety, for a woman it was simply humming songs and trying to make small talk. But then Vincent's eyes came upon Shiloh and he observed her for anything, after a few moments they could tell she was chewing on their lip while rubbing her fingertips with their thumb in a quick and restless manner. It was noted by the man as they continued on to observe the other recruits, one had a balisong knife and was twirling it with immense ease and skill in their hands while they waited for the flight to end. As Vincent himself waited for the flight to end, they sat and pondered on how they'll initially break in the recruits once they arrive at training camp.

 

[Nightwisher]

Shilo looked up and watched the one recruit twirling his knife around, narrowing her eyes a bit. It took her a few moments to find the pattern and how easy it would be to disrupt it. Shilo, who was well trained with blades herself, continued to watch the man make different patterns working them all out in her head easily. Enough so, at least, that she felt confident that she would be able to make the same patterns if she had had the same weapon. The young woman had stopped chewing on the inside of her lip, which she chewed on so often it was scared, and rubbing her fingers together as her mind focused in on the man with the knife. It didn't take long for Shilo to get bored though and resort back to her subtle coping mechanism. She was also thinking about how the recruits would be broken. She had a few ideas, all of them no where near what she'd been through before...She had to think bigger. They were going to legitimately try and kill the recruits, whoever lived was strong enough, but that had been Shilo's entire raising, so how was she supposed to be anything more than anxious she was going to relive her life. Honestly, that would have been the only way to truly break Shilo, is make her relive everything. Instead, Shilo was ready to prove herself the best of the best, despite her phobia and the issues that came along with it. The raven haired eighteen year old was at three major disadvantages; she was small, she only had half of her sight, and she had a crippling fear of human touch and a dash of cleithrophobia that played into her haphephobia. These were all things that Shilo had been living with for a while now, and she had, for the most part, found ways to deal with all of it to the best of her ability. Shilo took a deep silent breath as she wondered exactly how this was going to go down.

 

[Sir Swigglesworth]

Vincent gazed around the VTOL and casually continued to observe and take notes on all of the varying recruits in the ship with him. In the span of a few hours, the group arrived at Phantom camp and were immediately greeted with hell. Vincent and the guards all filed out of the ship first and soon after there was screaming from him and 2 of the other camp officers that came to "meet" the recruits. "COME ON RECRUITS, HURRY THE FUCK UP AND GET YOUR ASSES OFF THE SHIP AND INTO FORMATION." Were the words being yelled at them all, and anyone who stumbled or was too slow would get a simulation round directly into the thigh. Now all Vincent and his men waited for was to see who or who not to shoot.

 

[Nightwisher]

Shilo moved quickly, already assuming that this was how it was going to start, after all this wasn't exactly preschool. The raven haired woman had her bag in hand and was out the door the second the VTOL had landed, standing with her bag at her feet and her hands behind her back, staring straight ahead as they were yelled at for being slow. She necessarily been faster than the other recruits, just more ready to move. She waited patiently as the other recruits came to stand next to her, some of them doing just fine, others tripping in their haste or going too slowly as they tried to figure out what to do with the sudden change of pace.

 

[Sir Swigglesworth]

Those who would happen to fall behind would be shot in the back of the leg by a simulation round. These rounds caused all of the pain an typical P.I.R round would induce by interfering with the nerves and producing the pain felt by getting shot with a P.I.R. 5 lined up without getting shot, 3 got shot, and one just barely made it with the other 3 but took their shot with ease, enduring the pain as if it hardly effected them. It was an interesting sight and Vincent took notice of that from the man.

 

[Nightwisher]

Shilo also paid close attention to the other recruits. She watched as five others maid it without getting shot, and one of the three that had, had taken the shot with such ease Shilo narrowed her eyes. He, thus far, would probably prove to be her biggest challenge to beat. She was smaller than he, and obviously trained to be more stealthy and quick, and Shilo did have quite the pain tolerance as most of her body suffered nerve damage of some kind or another through all of her years of "hard core training." But she knew that she would not have been able to take a shot with that amount of ease.

 

[Sir Swigglesworth]

Now with all the recruits lined up in formation once again, with 3 whimpering a small bit from the pain in their thighs. Vincent paced along the formation and observed each and every recruit. His actions brought them close to each recruits face and they observed details and their looks as the man got eerily close, the optics on his helmet giving off an eery glare. After pacing through the line and bugging each recruit, the man stood in front of the line and spoke up softly but loudly. "Alright, welcome to Phantom Camp Recruits. Any questions, concerns, pussies?"

 

[Nightwisher]

As the man entered Shilo's personal bubble, of about 12 inches, the young woman stiffened a bit, however as she was already at attention it wasn't exactly visible. As he got close to her face, she stared at her reflection, noticing the fear that hinted behind her eyes, but she kept her ground, knowing that he wouldn't do anything yet. Though she wondered how much these people knew about her in particular. She had seen a few of the higher ranking officers around, and felt their eyes on her body, but she'd not really talked to many of them. Shilo was known to her officers and the people of her sector for being well behaved in training, but a bit of an abrasive bitch outside of it, when there wasn't as much consequence. She was sassy, quick to talk back and add her own opinion if she saw it fit, but only if she was genuinely threatened, or if she didn't need to hold up the "maggot, dog, follow the leader" bull shit that all the recruits had to do. As she didn't recognize any of the other recruits from her group, and it didn't look like any of the officers she'd been training with previously were really there... well, she just didn't know what these people were expecting of her. Were they ready for her to talk back to them? However, for now, she felt safe enough to keep playing the well behaved solider, relaxing just a bit as the man stepped away from her. The raven haired woman gauged the situation, wondering if the floor was really open for questions or if it was a trick. She decided to take her chances. "Sir," she spoke up, her voice was stable and confident. "What is expected of a recruit of Phantom Camp, sir?"