[Dr Genesis]

As Isil returned to the group more of the men began to step forewords to take the challenge of the Monster. As each went it became something of a sport..men yelled for there fellows to succeed, sending gibes and compliments to those that failed for good tries. The men in a way began to form a type of bond, a bond made in misery. Though, in the end most did not fair much better then Isil had. As the day progressed the men took lunch on the field in the form of rations. When finally it became Isil's turn yet again, no person of the 19 men had Slayed the Monster. As things stood two men had made it to the finally trial and one man some how managed to fall on the first one, strait threw the wooden bridge.

Yet, as Isil prepared himself for the trip back onto the Monster, Dedrick stepped into his path. "I can see most of you Ork spits want to take a second crack at the Monster...it's in your eyes..the Hunger for glory...but there will be another day another time to wet your feet. Though, a person might see victory standing them square in the eye. We must never forget there is also a time to retreat, a time to start again...This concludes your fist day...Consider your lucky stars I don't make you run off your failures today."

With that Dedrick made his way over to where the men he had sent running where supposed to be. Of the men three sat under a tree, there faces flushed and where obviously in pain. One man was passed out clean on the track, face down in the dirt. Two where walking it's length casually talking about who knows what and only one still ran...or was trying too anyway. The youth who had so challenged Dedrick now was the only person able too keep up the unreasonable request the commander had given.

Though there was some distance Dedricks voice soon carried over even so. "You Ork bloods..." yelled the commander at the men under the tree. "Get your sorry peaces of filth up, and get out of my sight, you fail...out...and while your at it take those two Ork spines." Dedrick pointed to the two men on the track. "And that one face down in his own spit and get off my field." Shaking his head the commander began to fall in step with the youth. "Congratulation's Recruit I have a new job for you.....Have you ever used a Pealing Knife......"

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For the next five days the bond of misery the men shared only strengthened. no trips to the Monster ensued during these days, just more mindless lifting and running. The men where forced to carry there fellows the length of the track and then back again, taking turns. The men where forced to do push up after push up, marches that took all day and some nights. On one day it rained and Dedrick had the group in full armor along with several waits in there packs. Run out and begin jogging exercises in the middle of the mud, including situs and push ups. The push ups being the hardest to do..so much so in fact that they causing one man to almost drown in the bubbling mass of water that flowed up from the dirt.

As the time passed and the training contiued another 4 more men washed out. Dedrick seamed almost merciless in his training methods and it soon would become clear to all that he cared little who lived and who died while going threw his course.

Of the youth who had Challenged the Commander there was no sign. Some began to think the recriut had died pealing potatoes. Others that he simple failed in some way at that and was thrown out like so many others. Yet, all agreed the chances of the Youth still being in the training compound where quit slim to none.

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Day Seven

As was becoming the ritual Dedrick stood on the training field awaiting the men to arrive. He held them each and every day to the 08:00 that was there first arrival time. Today however was a special day for the commander. It was the day he so loved for today was the day the men would get there hand to hand training. The only day he would be able to attack the recruits and not get in trouble for it.