Orientation: Hell Week Pt. 2

Everyone ran and some fell to the ground. “You will respond with Yes Sir, No Sir, or Hooah! Do you understand?!” The SGT shouted. The other instructors yelled at those that fell, “YEAH THAT’S RIGHT, QUIT! GIVE IN!” The tanks were being pushed like never before. Other instructors yelled and kicked sand at them. They were right outside of Ul’dah, running and climbing through an obstacle course. The instructors mushed the participants to run faster and climb faster. “MOVE! YOU STOP YOU ARE OUT!” One of the applicants began tossing up their breakfast. Psyiah winced at the sight and she too started getting nauseous. She shrugged it off and kept running. Her panting and breathing was rapid. They had been running for 40 minutes straight already. Psyiah tripped and fell as she ran over a few rocks. “Yeah!!! YEAHH!! I knew you were going to quit! I knew your wife was lying! She was just trying to sell you so we could hire you! Hahahahaha!! What a pathetic girl!” The instructors taunted her.

She growled and got back up. She ran to catch up to the group. “What? You are back? Why? Just quit already!!” The instructors said. One of them got in front of her and tried to stop her. “HEY! STOP! YOU DON’T BELONG HERE!!” They yelled at her. She ignored them. “JUST QUIT! YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO!” The rest of the group began to feel sorry for Psyiah. The instructors did not hold back on her. They surrounded her and yelled at her as she ran on the sand, “Look at you… you look so pathetic! Why would anyone marry you?!” One of them said. The crowd felt awkward as now the instructors began being mean. “I bet she does even care for her wife!” “You think that you belong here?!” “Yes Sir!” She yelled back, pushing herself. “YOU DON’T! You belong in the dirt!” One of the instructors tripped Psyiah and she fell. Her face hit the sand and she coughed. “Right were you belong! Just like a piece of garbage!” SGT Molo chimed in. “DON’T GET UP! IF YOU GET UP I WILL MAKE SURE YOU DON’T MAKE IT PASSED TODAY!” Hooah!” Psyiah shouted and got back up. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING NALANI?! QUIT! GIVE UP! JUST LIKE YOU DID ON THE MAELSTORM, AND ON THE FLAMES!”

Psyiah felt hurt, and she felt disappointed in herself. “Aww, you doing to cry?!” One of them shouted, “YEAH!! CRY!! CRY YOU BIG BABY!! CRY FOR YOUR MOMMY!!! CRY BECAUSE YOU ARE PATHETIC!” The SGT yelled. Psyiah began to hold back tears, the words began to get to her. “Look at her! Hahahaha, what a piece of garbage! Pathetic!” “Yeah, pathetic!” “You won’t ever make it!”

The group got to a small pond. “GET IN!” They shouted. Psyiah feeling pitty for herself, she slowly moved into the pond. “Nalani, stop wasting our time. GO HOME!” “PROVE ME RIGHT! PLEASE QUIT!” Shouted the SGT. His tone seemed serious and mean. “You are not even into a full day and look at you… wanting to quit!” She sniffled and got into the pond. “EVERYONE SIT! INTERLOCK ARMS! IN THIS PART YOU WILL RELY ON EACH OTHER FOR SUPPORT… JUST LIKE THE ASTROS WILL RELY ON YOU! DOWN!” indicating to do a sit up. The exhausted group leaned back, “UP!” They leaned up doing one sit up as a group. Already they went from 40 applicants to 30. “DOWN! UP!” He got faster. “IF YOU STRUGGLE, WE WILL DO MORE. IF YOU STOP, WE WILL DO MORE, IF YOU MOVE SLOW, WE WILL DO MORE, IF YOU BREATH WRONG, YOU WILL DO MORE, IF YOU DO MORE, YOU WILL DO MORE!” Shouted the SGT. The other instructors splashed water into the groups face. Sand and dirt hit their faces. Some let go and walked off. Psyiah held on. She forced herself to keep going. “DOWN, UP, DOWN, UP!” shouted the SGT. “AND TO THINK… TODAY IS EASIER THAN TOMORROW!!” shouted the SGT. A few more left. “YAY!! MORE QUITTERS! GO HOME YOU PATHETIC EXCUSE OF A TANK! QUIT ON LIFE!!” Psyiah began thinking of Anni, letting her thoughts fuel her strength. “QUIT NALANI! YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO!” “No Sir!” “OH REALLY?! WE SHALL SEE ABOUT THAT!! EVERYONE STOP!” The SGT walked in front of the group in with his back facing the pond as he stood in the water. “Nalani here, thinks she won’t quit! But just like the rest of you, she will!” He pointed at her. “Because Nalani thinks she can stay, we will do 50 more sit ups! DOWN!!” The group grumbled and went down. The leaned back up. “DOWN!” The kept doing them.

The group panting and beyond exhausted, they finally reached 50, during that time, some messed and a few more left. The new total was 18. “Wow… this must be record time! I LOVE MY JOB! You all started at 40, and are now at 18!! HAHAHAHAHA!!” The group frowned but stood still awaiting the next order. “GET UP! NOW WE PICK UP THOSE LOGS!!” The SGT yelled. He pointed to two logs that weighed at least 1200 pounds each. “PICK THEM UP AS A TEAM AND PUT IT DOWN AS A TEAM!” He yelled. They split up into teams and both of 9. Psyiah was at the end of one. “PICK IT UP! NOW!!!” The teams scrambled to pick it up. Psyiah’s team had it up, while the other struggled. “You can do it!” Shouted Psyiah. “SHUT YOUR MOUTH!! WHO SAID THAT?!” The group remained quiet. “WHO SPOKE?!” No one ratted out Psyiah. The other team got the log up. “OH, OKAY. SO WE WANT TO PRETEND NO ONE SAID THAT? OKAY, EXTEND YOUR ARMS! NOW!!” Both teams did so. Psyiah’s team was starting to struggle with the weight. It only took a few seconds until the team dropped the log. “YEAH!! WOOHOO! THAT’S WHAT I LIKE TO SEE!! QUIT AS A TEAM!!” Psyiah growled at the instructors, “Come on, let’s pick it up!” She said encouraging the team. The instructors stopped and looked at Psyiah. “Come on, let’s prove to them they are wrong!” She said trying to be motivating. The team nodded and everyone grunted. The picked up the log and stood proud on defying the instructors. “GOOD! NOW RUN WITH THE LOG!”

Orientation: Hell Week Pt. 1

The group was talking about and amongst themselves. The room had about 40 members of the tanking division. Some were paladins, some warriors and others dark knights. The large group had a lot of alpha mentality as they talked about how they are better and bickering on why the axe is better than the sword. Jokes were made on certain jobs and a small ‘macho’ contest was on the way.

How she entered the room was beyond elegant. She wore a majestic golden armor, and her shield shined. Her voice was direct but soothing.

Everyone please refrain from talking and sit down.” Her voice could not be heard as she spoke. “NOW YOU LISTEN HERE YOU DARN MAGGOTS, WHEN SHE IS TALKIN Y’ALL SHUT UP AND SIT DOWN!” The voice of shouted over the racket. Everyone sat down and looked for the person who spoke. A Lalafell stood up on a stool. “YOU SHALL SHOW RESPECT TO YOUR NEW COMMANDER! OR SO HELP ME GODS, I WILL REIGN THE WRATH OF BALMUNG HIMSELF ON YOUR ASS!!”

The entire room ran silent. The Lalafell was short, but very stren. His voice echoed throughout the small room. Everyone did not dare question him, except for one. “Can you stand up? I can’t hear you.” The room laughed. The Lalafell ran and grabbed the Roe by his shirt. He tossed him down and kicked his stomach. He punched his knee to the side and climbed up to his face. He slapped him and head butted him so hard that he broke his nose and made him fall to his back. “WHAT THE HELL DID YOU SAY MAGGOT?” The Lalafell yelled, “N…nothing!!” said the Roe in utter fear. “Good! Now get out of here!” He was immediately escorted out of the room.

“That is SGT Nomo Molo. He is our instructor, and your mentor for the next few weeks as you conduct your training. I am Commander Hyra Lyntha. Senior to the Astrologian defense team, and the leader of the Security Council. Today is your orientation. But we are not going to keep you long in this comfortable walls, or those seats. Here you will simply address if you are here and your orientation will consist of a week long course of training. Once you have passed this week, you will be informed if you are fully ready to remain here, or if you will be sent home.”

The crowd remained quiet but gasps could be heard. “Now, you all my by thinking now, ‘Why am I being tossed into this week of trial by punishment?’ Simple, we want ONLY the best. Not the mediocre, not the ones who try hard, but ONLY the best. Simple fact, we lost one of our most valued Astrologians to an ambush attack from the Garleans. She was a close friend of mine, and a mentor for some of the few elite of this organization. Her loss affected the whole of this organization, both at a professional and personal level. We want to make sure we only keep those who have the gal, the gut, the dedication, the desire, and the will power to withstand anything we toss at them for the defense of our Astrologians. Fail to pass our test, you will no longer be allowed in this halls. Pass, and you will be the best of the best.”

“But they are just a bunch of casters… why are they so important?” Some random stranger asks. “SGT, I will take this one.” The commander held the Lalafell at bay. “For one reason and one reason alone. These Astrologians have been incredibly successful in finding research and development for a better tomorrow. Their knowledge in research has paved the way in being more successful for Hydealyn. If you feel that this, ‘casters’ are not worth your time in defending, the door is right there. We need not your kind of mentality here.” The crowd remained silent and the hyur got up and left.

She began to call out names, until she reached a certain name. “Psyiah Nalani.” She stood up like the rest of them, “Present ma’am!” She remained standing and stood at attention. Murmurs ran through the crowd. ‘She seems small.’ ‘She won’t last.’ The commander spoke at her. “Now, from what I understand, your wife put in a recommendation for you. We don’t usually take them, but she was adamant that you where fit for the position. That we shall see, but I will make sure that the SGT here makes your life a living hell to make sure you live up to those expectations. You better not disappoint. Sit.” The commander continued reading of names until she finished. Psyiah was nervous all the sudden.

“To end this orientation, I leave you our motto. ‘The only easy day was yesterday.’ I hope all of you hydrated. SGT, they are all yours.” The commander turned and walked off. The Lalafell got on the stool and grinned. “And so it begins… GET UP MAGGOTS! GET UP AND GET OUT! LINE UP AND GET READY FOR PAIN!”

A New (possible) Job: The Astrolab

Today I put in my application in order to become part of the security team for the AstroLab, the location the Astrologians conduct business.

I feel that I am very well qualified for the position. I just hope the references and my background will help get me in. Having my wife, my friend, and another good friend… I think I might be able to get in.

Astrolab application filled and signed


-Psyiah Nalani♥

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