Island CP5 Base

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The CP5 base in West Blue is a on its own island that houses no civilians. The main structures is an old stone castle near the center of the landmass, while other smaller structures spread across the island. The base is mostly used as a training facility, mainly for CP5 members, but they also train members from the other Cipher Pol agencies, and sometimes special training for specific marine squads.

 

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Baron
Level 50


Marquess
Level 45


Count
Level 45


Duke
Level 40


Earl
Level 40


Lord
Level 40


Cipher Pol Agents(50)
Level 30

Cipher Pol Recruits(500)
Level 20

 

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Jason Bourne swung his sack over his shoulder and stepped off the marine ship, onto the hardwood dock. While he didn't mind traveling on ships, it was nice to finally feel solid ground under his feet again, no longer swaying of water. The air smelled of the forest, fresh and soft, carried by gentle winds across the land.The sun glowed down on him from straight above, a nice and warm temperature compared to the brisk cold he had experienced on the sea.

It had been years since he had joined up as a marine recruit, and finally today he was transferred to Cipher Pol. And with that change came more training, specialized in more covert operations.

Around him, marine soldiers unloaded crates onto carts, likely full of supplies. Men dressed in suits processed the goods and watched them be pulled away, as well as direct crates that were to be loaded back onto the ship.

Jason followed the group of nearly fifty other recruits across the docks toward another man in a suit, standing with a writing board and gesturing them over. He wore a high brimmed hat, with long grey hair and what Jason assumed to be a permanent frown on his face.

I am Count, I will be your head training officer on your stay here. The officer said, before looking down on his list. I will now read up your name, please answer when I call out your name.

Count would call out a name, then assign the person a number that identified them. Jason answered when his own name was called, and a few minutes later they were done and Count gestured for them to follow him.

They walked for several minutes up a cobblestone road, in three orderly lines following Count. Sometimes carts from the docks would pass them, pulled by large horses. Nearly fifteen minutes of walk later a large castle came into view. Several smaller wooden barracks were placed around the larger stone structure, and Count led them towards one of them. While the other barracks clearly were inhabited, this one was empty.

This will be your lodgings during your stay, each bed is marked with your number and that is where you will sleep. Count said as he stopped beside the door. Any questions?

When no one spoke up, Count nodded. Training begins first thing in the morning. Food is served three times a day in the courtyard in the castle three times a day, each time announced by the bell. Next meal is in about two hours.

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It was early the next morning, the sun had not yet risen. Jason sat on a long bench in the courtyard, other recruits lining the table on both sides. Several of them talked with each other, laughing and shouting. Several others however, Jason included, sat in silence and ate their food. He had no desire to make friends here, he had a goal to achieve and would not be held back by anyone else.

Less than half an hour after the start of the meal the bell rang again, announcing the end of breakfast. Jason rose while others scarfed down the remains of their food since they had not been focused on their meal. Meanwhile Jason returned his plate to the kitchen and walked back to the barracks.

Other recruits had brought with them several personal possessions that they had put in or on top of their bedside stand. Jason’s was empty though, except for a small box he had placed within the top drawer. He didn’t bring it out however, instead he fetched his jacket and headed outside.

By now a few of the other new recruits had made their way back, yet he already stepped outside, falling into parade rest.

While he stood there other recruits filed out and stood next to him, while others finally made their way back from the courtyard, taking their sweet time. A tall man in the white suit of an officer approached, long blonde hair flowing out from under his hair. He looked from Jason and the others standing ready to those that still had not finished getting ready.

GET OUT HERE NOW, RECRUITS! His voice boomed, surprising Jason and the others with the volume he was able to produce, nearly stumbling out of parade rest. The others started to scramble, rushing outside, with a few that still hadn’t made it back inside simply skipping retrieving their jackets. Breathing heavily, they assembled in a hurry, falling in beside the rest. Tomorrow you will be here before I am, anyone who is not will start their day with ten pushups per minute I have to wait for.

I am Earl, I am in charge of the early day training. Earl said, looking down the line of recruits, all of which saluted him as one. Today we will begin with some basic training to assess your capabilities.

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Jason was sweating, his entire body ached and his breath was ragged, yet he pressed on. They had already been through strength testing and agility training, and now they were onto the obstacle course. Although he wasn’t in the lead, Jason was not by any means lagging behind. Only three other recruits were ahead of him, and as he watched, one of them stumbled and fell.

Moving more methodically, he climbed past the other recruit, moving ahead. Reaching the top of the climb, he crawled onto the platform where Earl stood, writing down his time. They didn’t say a word to each other, Jason simply climbed to his feet and walked away to catch his breath.

Reaching the ground, he started stretching and breathing exercises.

Within ten minutes the rest of the recruits had reached the end of the course, several collapsed on the ground in exhaustion. Earl walked around them writing on his board, his face a mask of neutrality.

Finished just in time. Earl noted, looking at his watch. In the distance the bell announced that dinner was beginning. Hurry up, you don’t want to be late back from dinner, do you?

A hint of smile formed on the officer’s face as those that were spread on the ground in exhaustion groaned, while Jason and the others started hurrying back to the castle.

 

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Form up! Count shouted, and Jason fell in line along with the rest of the recruits.

It was later in the day after the basic training, and he still felt sore and weak from the exertion. A few hours and a short meal had passed, and they were now arrayed in a neat line behind the castle itself. They faced Count who stood in the shadow of the stone wall, his eyes going down the line, likely not fully taking in any of them.

You have been through a test of physical strength and endurance, now it is time to test your skills. Count proclaimed, turning to the left as two men came, carrying a large crate between them. Stopping next to the officer, they put the box down and saluted him.

Gripping the lid of the crate, Count ripped it open and pulled out an item from within, long and thin. Wood and metal came together masterfully in the object, an iconic and powerful one at that. Jason shivered as he watched Count hold the rifle with sure fingers, showing it to the group. This would not end well.

You will now show your skill in firearms. Count said, handing the weapon to the first person in front of him. There are handguns, rifles and shotguns here. You will try all three and show your skill in each. You will use the firing ranges by the forest that is fit for your weapon, to show your marksmanship. For many of you this will be the most important tool for you in battle. I hope I will not be disappointed.

You will be. Jason only thought the words, he dared not say them. As the others crowded the box, he hung back and only watched. Only when the crowd dwindled and Count started to turn his eyes on him did Jason move forward hesitantly. Any problem, recruit?

I… Jason said, realizing he had not spoken before since arriving at the island. He hadn’t spoken much in years, though his instructors never seemed to mind, they actually preferred it it seemed. He stepped up to the box and reached in, fingers wrapping around the cold wood of a rifle. His arms shook as he raised it out into the sunlight. I have never been good with guns, sir. They have caused me too much pain, my body seems to reject them.

That is unfortunate. Bourne was it? Count said, starting to flip through a stack of papers.

Yes, sir. Jason responded, trying to stop his shaking.

You performed near the top of the physical I see. Count read from the papers, not looking up at Jason. Yet I question how someone with such a… hindrance was recommended to the Cipher Pol.

My martial arts prowess was top of my class, sir. Jason offered, his arms almost still now.

Yes, I can see that. Count still read from the papers. Jason was far from surprised to hear they had information from his academy at the ready. Still, I shall have to see what you can do with a gun.

Jason swallowed, then saluted Count and walked down to the left shooting range. The sun was burning down from above and there was not a single breeze in the air, yet Jason felt a chill rising within him again. He tried to not look down on the deadly weapon that weighed him down so much as he crossed the verdant field.

Strangely he did not flinch at the gunfire, that part always surprised him, though it felt more distant than the hard truth he held in his hand.

Entering the shooting range, he took up an empty slot on the far end. Ammunition sat ready for him, a clean target set up in the distance. Picking up the bullets he felt the sweat on his hand and shaking return as he raised the rifle to be loaded. His hands fumbled the procedure, several pieces of ammunition dropping to the ground. By the time he was done loading, several of the other recruits had already finished their shooting, and new ones walked up with rifles they had swapped for.

Focused on himself, Jason finished loading and raised his weapon, shooting the first bullet. It barely scratched the outer ends of the paper that made up his target. That turned out to be his best shot as no others made a mark.

He barely performed better with the shotgun, while with the pistol he wasn’t even able to strike the paper at all. As he walked back across the field, pistol in one hand and three pieces of paper in the other, there was only one figure left on the field, standing next to the crate that he returned the gun to. Count accepted the shooting targets, looking at them immediately, silently inspecting them with a face that betrayed no emotion. Jason was about to turn and walk away to follow where the others had gone when finally Count spoke up.

I do hope you can prove your worth in other ways. Count’s voice was cold, his eyes rising from the papers and falling on Jason instead. For your own sake, because you will have wasted all our time with such mediocre performance.

I hope to not disappoint you any more, sir. Jason saluted. Permission to be dismissed?

Granted. Count’s eyes moved back toward the castle, where Jason only now heard there was a bit of a ruckus going on. If you hurry, the cooks may still allow you to eat, you would not want to fight on an empty stomach, I hope?

Jason swerved, realizing in his trance during shooting he had not realized that the dinner bell had rung. Thank you!

With that he took off running around the castle, trying to make it in time to still be able to eat. He hardly felt the aches of the training earlier in the day, though he did feel weak. Count stood alone for a moment before slowly making his way back to the castle. He wasn’t worried about being fed, they would never dare to refuse him a delayed meal. Jason also was able to get back in time, getting a plate of cold stew that he devoured in mere minutes, not even caring about the words the other recruits spoke about him behind his back, mocking him for his failures in the shooting range.

 

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Jason walked across the grass, feeling refreshed and relaxed once more. Around him walked the other recruits, several of them having formed cliques and were chatting among themselves. Although he kept his eyes focused forward, he still heard what a few of them talked about, and a few jokes in his direction. It was hardly surprising and he didn’t actually care, guns and he would never agree with one another. A couple of them laughed, but he paid them no heed.

They were led by one of the Cipher Pol 5 officers who called himself Lord, a large man with curly, blonde hair. He had gathered them after mass and immediately led them away from the castle away from the docks they had arrived from the day before. Leading them through the forest, they soon reached a large courtyard. The ground was hard packed soil, almost like hard set sand, and the yard had a few small wooden buildings placed on the edges.

Lord walked onto the grounds and turned to face the group of recruits, waiting for them to array themselves in a line formation with their backs against the edge of the courtyard.

I am here to teach you martial arts. Lord spoke in a normal tone, yet his voice reached all of them easily. Specifically Rokushiki.

A few of the recruits let out a brief whoop of excitement at the mention of the Six Powers, or Rokushiki as they were more commonly referred to as. Another officer might have punished them for such interruptions, but Lord only smiled and waited for the sounds to die down before continuing.

Have any of you practiced Rokushiki before? Lord asked, to which about half of the recruits raised their hands. Good, how many of you have learned at least one of the forms.

Half of the hands fell down, but Jason was among those whose hands remained up. Lord nodded, seemingly impressed. How many, if any of you have learned two forms?

This time all but two except for Jason himself lowered their hands. Notably both of them had been making fun of Jason before.

Three? Lord asked, to which the other two hands fell, while Jason still held his up. Lord looked directly at him, nodding to him directly before starting to turn away. Very good, I-

Sir? Permission to speak? Jason moved his free hand up to salute the officer as he spoke. Lord turned back toward him again.

Granted, recruit.

I actually have learned four forms. Jason said, prompting Lord to actually look impressed, although a couple recruits actually seemed to find the claim funny, as they chuckled. They probably thought that someone who was as bad at shooting as he was maybe inept in other forms of combat. They must have forgotten he placed near the top of all the physical tests earlier in the day. Well, he didn’t mind that they underestimated him.

Bold claim. Lord said, his eyes darting in the direction of the laughter. We have the rest of the day, so how about we try something different? Why don’t we put it to the test? You three who found his statement so funny, let us see you prove how funny it is. After all you have four forms among yourselves, so that should be a fair match up, would you not agree?

Lord gestured and Jason stepped forward together with the three of the others. He noticed that they were one of the groups that had talked against him the most. Inwardly he was smiling, but he was careful not to let his face betray that emotion.

The same could not be said for the three opponents. A mixture of anger and mirth adorned their faces. One of them was much shorter than the others, but he had claimed to have learned two forms. Head shaven and his body compact, Jason made sure to keep him in mind at all times.

Number two was tall and lanky, with short cropped dark hair and a long angular face. The last recruit was a woman, shoulder length blonde hair and a small round face.

You others, up against the fence! Lord shouted for once, before turning his attention to the four combatants. Any death blow should be stopped right before impact, and then the target will forfeit. You may tap out at any time. All ready?

The three others, standing next to each other about ten meters in front of Jason nodded, as did he. Lord nodded, then struck his hand down.

Begin!

Short guy started walking forward, while the tall guy ran to Jason’s left and the woman ran right. All three held their hands up before them in a guarding position as they started approaching him together from all three angles. Not wanting to be overwhelmed right away, Jason decided to pick what he saw as the easiest target. Turning and jumping left he extended his index finger on his right hand, shooting it towards the tall man’s chest.

The man barely reacted in time, hitting Jason’s arm in the side and missing his chest but instead digging into the man’s right upper arm. Grunting in pain, the man stepped back and allowed Jason to momentarily turn around and face the two that now came bearing down on him. Their eyes now showed a hint of fear, the mirth gone, but the anger still remained.

While the short man showed no hint of any form yet, the woman’s hand was formed into a Shigan, finger extended like a dagger ready to strike. Hoping the tall man was distracted by the pain in his arm for a few seconds at least, Jason rushed toward the short man.

To his right the woman came in, trying to take advantage of the advantage in numbers. Jason merely swung his right hand, finger still coated in red, sending a spray of blood to her face. Likely she had assumed she was not close enough yet for an attack, for the liquid caught her right in the eye, and for a moment there was only Jason and the short guy. Using the momentum of moving his right arm, Jason struck his left hand forward in a Shigan, aimed toward the short man’s upper torso. However unlike the other man, the short man didn’t try to parry or dodge, instead he stopped still. His entire body tensed, Jason’s attack only cut through his shirt, leaving a thin scratch of blood on his chest. A shock ran up Jason’s arm, the pain of hitting a wall he could not break.

Immediately the man’s body untensed and he moved forward, delivering a well placed punch in Jason’s lower abdomen. In the last moment before impact Jason tensed up just as the other man had and only felt a shock reverberate through his body as he was struck. It did however carry more force than his own attack and Jason was lifted a few feet off the ground and sent flying backwards.

Untensing as he flew through the air, Jason turned his head and saw the tall man kick the air toward him, sending a wave of cutting air flying toward him. The Rankyaku attack was guaranteed to hit him if he didn’t change his direction and given that he was airborne they likely thought they had him now. Just before impact Jason kicked the air, sending him upwards, before flipping around and using Geppo to send him to the ground just before the tall man as he set his leg down.

Shock across his face, the tall man tried to raise his leg to strike again, but Jason landed inside his reach and placed his extended finger against the man’s throat, whispering a single word. Dead.

Immediately he turned to face the two remaining, and the woman was already closing in on him again, both index fingers pointed forward. The short man was still standing in the previous position and only not reacting to his partner being eliminated. And so Jason decided to take on the woman, both index fingers extended to points as he rushed to meet her.

Determination covered a lot of fear in the woman’s face, knowing that she was outmatched, she likely hoped to stall him long enough to let the short man catch up. Jason had other plans however, as when they reached each other he crossed his arms. While she aimed for his body, Jason struck inside her forearms. And so, he dug into her arms, not only damaging both of her limbs but also stopping their attack. Even worse, before her attacks stopped, his fingers had dug long trenches in her arms. See a medic.

It was all Jason could say before a heavy mass crashed into his body, slamming him against the ground. The breath knocked out of him, and still pressed to the ground, Jason groaned in pain. He didn’t have time to tense up again before a fist struck him in the face, then another. Only by the third strike was he able to perform Tekkai, once again only feeling the shake of the strike.

The short man straddled Jason, and kept punching. Jason had a feeling his Tekkai would let up before the man’s fists would give in, and so he thought furiously, as he was unable to move due to Tekkai.

He saw one chance, and decided to take it the split second after another punch struck him. Releasing his Tekkai he kicked the air furiously, and to his relief the Geppo sent him careening out from under the man’s legs, free from his attacks. Rolling backwards and onto his feet, Jason sought out the man again. Seeing him stumble to his feet, Jason smiled and took his chance, his feet swiftly tapping the ground as he disappeared in a blur.

At the same time Jason reappeared before the short man, finger placed against this throat, pressing into his soft skin. Dead.

A silence fell on the courtyard, lasting several seconds. Jason looked around, seeing Lord tending to the two he had wounded, but eyes still shooting over to the two last combatants. Finishing a bandage on the woman, Lord stood up and clapped. The rest of the recruits finally came out of their stupor and joined in on the applause.