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SF: Subjective Evaluation (Open, see note)

Post by Spyker Katarn » 2009-07-08 20:55

OOC: Here, SF candidates will be asked a question, in character, that they will need to respond to. This question may be anything designed to test thinking and/or their character's ability to devise creative solutions to a problem. The subjective evaluation of the applicant must be completed by an officer, rank O-4 (Major or Equivalent) or higher.
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Re: SF: Subjective Evaluation (Open, see note)

Post by Spyker Katarn » 2009-08-08 07:40

*bleep bleep*

*bleep bleep*

Groggily, the man in the center of the room swung his feet over the edge of his bunk. His daily routine consisted of a shower, a shave, and some caf drank slowly with milk and sugar. A short breakfast in the mess brought his mind into sharp focus. Today was going to be the final day of Special Forces evaluation, and CPL Spyker Katarn was making every effort to be ready. Reading the datapad that rarely left his side while off-duty, he found that today's eval was going to be subjective. A question-and-answer session, to be exact. The wording in the transmitted briefing said it was going to be a single question, and the reply would be evaluated on its level of original thought and other criteria. A slight downturn of his lips was Spyker's only reaction to this, and he set off for the room marked.

A few minutes after he left the Army barracks, Spyker arrived at the assigned area. It was a refitted interrogation room turned into an Army office space. Taking a seat at the only table, he wondered who would be doing the questioning. Having arrived several minutes early, Spyker sat back and waited for the officer assigned to him. He wouldn't have to wait long.
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Re: SF: Subjective Evaluation (Open, see note)

Post by Eri Ambicon » 2009-08-11 02:23

Eri walked in, the usual interviewer having come down with a severe case of Space slug influenza. How the person caught it was beyond her but needless to say it must be pretty serious if a level 5 quarantine was erected around their quarters. It was worrying that there was still some things in this galaxy that weren't affected by bacta.

Seeing Spyker seated at the table, she recognized him by a holo she had seen regarding a recent capture and rescue mission that saw him freed from the hands of the NR. Taking a seat, she reviewed a series of questions from a datapad she was given to test Spyker with. Most of them seemed dumb, asking more philosophical questions that really had no quantifiable answer since, to her at least, there was no right or wrong as people's views were as varied as the stars themselves.

"From the report, it seems you're already more than qualified to make the Special Forces," she began, not looking up from the datapad, giving the illusion that she was reviewing Spyker's profile when she had already done so before arriving. Not satisfied with any of the sample questions she was given, Eri gently set the datapad down upon the table and turned her gaze upon the only other person in the room, the smallest hint of a smile appearing on her lips.

"So here's your question. You are in a hallway, locked out of a room to which there is only one door in front of you. Inside the room is a single light along the far wall. In the hallway there is a panel with three switches. You know one of the three switches controls the light to the room but you don't know which switch it is and, likewise, the other two switches control nothing at all, again, you don't know which ones they are."

Eri paused for a moment to let what she just said get absorbed, noting the slightly puzzled look on Spyker's face as he was no doubt expecting something different.

"You're allowed to flick as many or as few of the switches as you like, however, once you open the door, you won't be able to activate or deactivate any of them. As well, once the door closes, you won't be able to open it again except from the inside. Basically, you have only one chance to see if you've found the correct switch that controls the light.

"So my question to you is this, how do you figure out which switch controls the light?"
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Re: SF: Subjective Evaluation (Open, see note)

Post by Jericho Winters » 2009-08-11 05:24

Jericho had arrived in his uniform early on at the center for the SF evaluations ahead of schedule and had been told to wait in a small dimly lit room with a single desk and chair facing a pained one way glass window.

The escorting sergeant had told him to be prepared for an officer to arrive.

The time ticked by slowly as the waiting stretched into longer and longer amounts of time.

When the officer came in Jericho saluted at picture perfect attention stance. When he had been told to sit down he sat and waited as the officer brought up his personnel file and was reading it intently.

Ready or not, Jericho. I'm sure there's going to be a curve ball on this one.
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Re: SF: Subjective Evaluation (Open, see note)

Post by Spyker Katarn » 2009-08-12 02:03

When the questioner walked in, Spyker was surprised to find that his instructor was none other than Surface Marshal Ambicon, whom he last saw during that fateful mission on Dathomir, when she was but a mere General. A subsequent assignment from HIGHCOM on that mission saw his team killed and him captured by a traitor in their midst. Spyker had suspicions about the nature of that mission, but without hard proof, he had nothing to go on but a gut instinct. Keeping that to himself, though, he stood, saluted the Surface Marshal, then took his seat. As Spyker listened to the general, he became increasingly surprised at the question being asked.

Spyker was thinking that the question would be tactical in nature, a military simulation of some sort, something that would test his martial skills. Instead, the question was a logic puzzle. Spyker had never been terribly good at these, and preferred to leave the logical solution to others. His specialty was strategic unpredictability in his tactics: logical responses to attacks were invariably predictable and resulted in more defeats over the years than illogical ones. Nevertheless, it was the question posed to him, and he set about solving it.

Like all logic puzzles, everything extraneous was not mentioned. It was not mentioned explicitly that Spyker could see the light through a window, so Spyker assumed it was a solid hatch. In the same vein, that implied it was flush with the walls, ceiling, and floor so that no light could escape.

Normally when faced with a deadman's switch like this one, Spyker would likely pry off the cover with a blade and short the wiring, like he did on the Eris during the attempt on Aquila's life. Like the details of the door, the details of the panel were omitted in the original problem, meaning it would be no use to ask. Simply flipping all three switches on would not work either, because although the light would be on, he would not know which switch was the cause.

'Wait a second...' Thinking about the switches sparked off a flurry of activity in Spyker's mind as he tried to remember the relevant science. Electricity causes light. Light creation also results in heat. Bulbs heat up with use. Turning on a light would also create heat on the surface of the material separating the filament from the outside world, as it often does better in a vacuum or near-vacuum space. Closing his eyes, he worked out a way to solve the puzzle that the General laid out before him.

"Flip one switch and leave it on for a few minutes, then turn it off. Flip a second switch and leave it on. Open the door. If the light is on, then the controlling switch is the second one. If the light is off, but the bulb is warm, the controlling switch is the first one. If the light is neither on nor the bulb is warm, then the switch is obviously the third." Sitting back, he waited for the General to respond.
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Re: SF: Subjective Evaluation (Open, see note)

Post by Eri Ambicon » 2009-08-12 03:48

Eri listened to the answer and nodded slowly, accepting it as correct, which it, in fact, was. However she wasn't smiling and was in fact frowning slightly. "Okay," she said, picking up the datapad and marking Spyker down as having answered the question correctly, as well as another note. "Thank-you for your time. You'll be informed of the results in a few days after review."

Spyker looked to be in deep thought as he worked out the answer, which was good, especially since it showed quick thinking. That was also a problem as special forces didn't just work independently but also had to work in teams and being able to communicate what they were thinking which Spyker didn't do. Sometimes, it wasn't the answer, so much as how they got to the answer that mattered the most.

Looking at the datapad again, she saw that another soldier, Jericho Winters, was next up. The sample questions were reviewed again, Eri half hoping to see a bunch of new ones appear. She got to her feet and nodded at Spyker once before turning to leave. As she reached the door which had slid open, she paused, looked over her shoulder and said sheepishly, "I have a confession to make, I don't know what the answer to the question is, but what you presented sounds like a good way to figure it out."

As she walked to the next room, she thought about the answer Spyker gave her and reviewed the question mentally. A while ago, she had been in the lounge with a few other commanders and they were having a round of drinks when one of them opened up a round of logic puzzles, himself being a wiz of them. That's the navy for you, she mused. At least she got the answer at long last and could stop trying to think about it. She had other logic puzzles in her mind, but knew the answers to them as well, though she still debated on asking Jericho the same sort of question.

Reaching the room where the other would-be special force soldier was seated, she immediately sat down at the table, setting the datapad down before her and smiled. "Before I begin, I just want to say it's a welcoming sight to see more people interested in the special forces. Also, the person who should have been asking the question is sick with Space Slug Influenza.

"Anyways, here's your question. You're stranded on an uninhabited planet, what would be three, non-electronic things you would take with you?"
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Re: SF: Subjective Evaluation (Open, see note)

Post by Jericho Winters » 2009-08-12 05:38

Jericho began thinking out loud as he pondered the question posed to him by the Surface Marshall. He had always been taught to speak in third person to the people at the highest rungs of the military pecking order and today was no exception.

"Hello, ma'am. It's good to see you out of the training center but this Lance Corporal, would like to bring three things, the first of which would be a large crate containing a large amount of Rijeckian coconuts. The second item would be about 45 meters of high grade copper wire, and the third item would be a metal combat trowel (OOC: combat shovel) as they usually come with a piece of flint and a compass." Jericho paused a moment to catch his breath.

Jericho continued (OOC: again in third person :P) , "This applicant would use the trowel's metal and a local stone to create sparks to make fire which would then get him charcoal to use as a deterrent for any local predators that might try to eat him. It would also let this applicant build a shelter out of local materials with half the wire serving as lashing cords. The shovel could also assist in the foraging of any local flora and fauna that were edible. This LCL wouldn't be using the coconuts for such needs as they would serve different purpose."

Jericho caught his breath before outlining the other crazy part of this out of the box idea, "Since you said this applicant couldn't 'bring' any electronic items with him, this LCL
would have to assume that the cybernetics already inside him would still follow along. Therefore it would be possible to use the rest of the coconuts and wire to form a primitive battery system that could hold a small charge over time, that would build up with more and more coconuts this applicant added more coconuts to the chain of the electrical series.

Then when this applicant was ready he would take the edge of the copper wire and penetrate it into my com implant to boost the range or send out an electronic squelch if it was damaged in the crash landing that stranded him on the planet to draw in a rescue team. It would be painful in the extreme and potentially life threatening but it could work."

Jericho paused once again before finishing, " This applicant could then live off the lay of the land for whatever time necessary for help to arrive." He waited for the response of the Surface Marshal before wondering if he had answered the question right. Amidst the response she gave Jericho she might ask him why he always addressed himself in third person in her presence. The answer was simple... to Jericho it was protocol towards the highest officers, trained in since birth.
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Re: SF: Subjective Evaluation (Open, see note)

Post by Eri Ambicon » 2009-08-13 01:27

Eri found the third person talking rather unsettling but it didn't hinder her ability to understand the answer. The difference between Jericho and Spyker didn't seem immediately obvious but the contrast didn't take long to surface as Jericho didn't seem terribly contempt to merely answer the question but explain his reasoning.

"Interesting," she said, reaching for the datapad to enter a few notes. Just like before, she wasn't looking solely at the answer. "Thank-you for your time. You'll be contacted in a few days after a careful review as to whether or not you've been accepted to the Special Forces."

She didn't say anything else as she once again got to her feet and turned for the door stopping only to impart a bit of wisdom. "It's important to be resourceful, but it's also just as important to be realistic about things."
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Re: SF: Subjective Evaluation (Open, see note)

Post by Jericho Winters » 2009-08-16 01:11

OOC: Once again reference of cocunut thing is WW2 Pacific, my family's stories of my Great Uncle and Iwojima, Mythbusters, and Old show called Gilligan's Island.

RE-RE - EDIT: I apologize to everyone who read the first one since I wanted to make this funny here goes another try I lost the first post message in a copy/paste error but here it is redone since my first grammar was atrotious with no sleep :). Without further ado, round two...

These three things are what I originally answered with when I myself was asked the " if you were on a deserted island question." Note to self: sleep first then post :!: }


"It's important to be resourceful, but it's also just as important to be realistic about things."

Jericho couldn't help it at this time... he burst out in laughter completely startling the Surface Marshal who turned back to him with some anger in her eyes..

"I have one question for you Ma'am, At this juncture who do you think was just testing whom? Derrosk would have my head if I hadn't at least attempted to make you laugh. Unfortunately I'm not much of a joke teller! Did you truly believe that I seriously wanted those things? I only said them from old stories and jokes told about and throughout my family's military history..."

Jericho paused a moment before continuing,

"The first Items I would want were my health , and my abilities not to be impaired in any fashion from the crash which got me stranded on the world in the first place. With my health I could get up and find the resources I'd need for food, water, and shelter while not having to worry about any injuries. With my abilities , also referred to as my mind. I would be able to think of ways to alert any rescuers searching for me that I was on the planet, this could range from arranging any available stones in formations that could be seen from the sky to setting a bonfire to alert anyone above I was in trouble."

"If I were to seriously answer the question with any of the items previously discussed I would definitely want the shovel though... for a not so obvious reason. Yes it could be used for survival purposes and I could sharpen the blade into a crude spear. But the real reason I would want it would be to help me bury any of our Dead who unfortunately made the journey down to the planet with me."

Jericho saw the Surface Genearl Pause a moment... before she left without a reply.

'Maybe I'm just getting myself into more hot water than I should be.."
, he thought to himself...

{OOC: Whatever Fini wants to happen here}
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Jericho was called into Malacross' office, before the man spoke "Your in on one condition... You got to pass a double helping of Logistics and Logic courses for tweaking the Marshall's nose. I highly advise answering a superior's questions more seriously next time when your out of a warzone. Dissmissed."

Jericho saluted once and left... he had only been trying to have a little fun.
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Post by Eri Ambicon » 2009-08-16 03:19

Eri didn't speak when Jericho said that he was merely joking the first time around. It's a shame he didn't take this seriously, but she was willing to humor him and listen to his "real" answer. It seemed he realized the answer he gave the first time might not have been terribly realistic, though she really gave no restrictions to that, which was done on purpose.

When he was done, Eri thought for a moment. I'm not sure what's worse, someone who's unrealistic in their thoughts or someone who second-guesses. Her expression didn't change as she took in a deep breath, as if preparing herself to say something but decided against it and turned around and left. She didn't want to say something and have him change his answer yet a third time.

Where do these people come from? she wondered, feeling slightly envious of Spyker and Jericho.
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Post by Tycho » 2010-10-27 21:47

Shorn straightened his black officer's uniform and made sure everything was in its place. Everything, that is, except for the cap, which hung on his belt. He didn't much like wearing caps. And this particular one had an uncomfortable band that needed a fix. His grey eyes stared at the door before him. A door could hide a lot of things. Once you opened that door, there was no going back. Serious faced, as usual, Shorn presented the appearance of an officer who was about his business, but didn't always follow the rulebook. His untidy hair was a good example of this. So far his record was impeccable, with almost half a dozen missions under his belt as well as a major engagement - the Battle of Sarapin- and several medals, he was well on his way up the rank ladder. But all it took to fall down was one wrong decision. A single error could ruin not only his career, but could cost the lives of sentient beings.

Applying for Special Forces was something he had been thinking about doing ever since his promotion to Lieutenant. Now that he was a Captain he could finally apply. And apply he had. With the weapons training and the escape and evasion out of the way, all that was left was this final evaluation. Shorn didn't know how it would go, or who would be doing the eval. He hoped it was someone good. Then the light on the door flashed green for enter, and he entered into the final stage of the testing.

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Post by Jericho Winters » 2010-11-08 05:53

Winters hated these marketed calls he sometimes received. He especially hated the requisite evaluatory periods which always ensued. Sometimes, he just felt like he'd be singled out by the Surface Marshal for the oddest jobs. This time, to ask a question of some supposed significance to another person applying to the special forces.

He wasn't an officer, not anymore... and most certainly not for the Federation, no matter who was pushing things along to want him to go to officer school. Nope, not him. He was just here because someone up top needed some errands done. So he was making the rounds today, asking the really tough questions to people who were supposed to be higher in the CoC then he was as a 'favor' to repay said higher ups back.

'Sometimes,' he presumed , 'it all just happened because they knew he had time to kill.'


So that's why he was here today: because all the other 'officers' of the SF were stretched to their limits of deployment with all the fur flying around the Federation's borders and backyards.

'Hell... from what he'd been told, (and pieced together through other means) most were already on deployment, blowing stuff up in new, exciting, and spectacular ways...'

A bunch of files were slated on his datachit today, and coming up to Interview Room B271 was just another in the long line of just asking and recording questions for a higher up's review later. Just one more doorway in what was supposed to be a chore, but something he was slowly coming to not disdain outright, possibly like, and minutely enjoy.

So it came as a surprise to him when one entrant's name came up as belonging to said doorway. A man he could only recall at the moment whom he had been deployed with only briefly in a snatch and grab operation regarding several Federation defectors, and a few run ins with around the Nemesis even if he hadn't quite completed a single conversation with the man.

Tycho Shorn.

His file was here, able to be read like an open book.

Some good , some bad notes. A penchant for distemperment.

He tossed such aside, immediately. It was impossible to truly know another person from a short span of contact with them. Only after taking their measure could one truly know another's worth. So, he cleared the screen, placed his helmet on his head, as he was still wearing his non marked, all black armor and opened the door after activating the voice synthesizer.

A modification, he had ensured occurred.

He walked over and sat at the table just staring implaccably at the man for a few moments before speaking in the faceless persona of all pre- Federation troopers.

"Officer Shorn." he paused a moment as what he presumed to be an attentive gleam came to the other man's eyes.

"It is said, that in your line of work one is never prepared enough for anything that they would ever face. So let's say that you are alone in a ruined city, you're fellow soldiers are all dead to the last, you're injured, surrounded at all sides by the enemy, and you're defenseless, in an untenable position, unarmed save for a comlink and your mind. Your mind, being the one thing that can keep you alive and make the other guys dead. In the distant skyline you see a kill team of Rebeal fighters approaching the Federation's headquarters and you're the only one you know of who's spotted them. To give away your position via the comlink you may garner their attention, and most assuredly die. To do nothing, you may guarantee the deaths of other federation members. My challenge to you- find a scenario in which you may warn the HQ and still not end up dead with only the resources you can scrounge or scavenge from the environment, while limiting your exposure to enemy forces. You may take any amount of time to think of your response before you outline your reply. "

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Shorn's brows knit together as he took in his surroundings. A figure in matte-black armor sat in front of a greel-wood desk. It had the usual Imperial decor, but was tinted to the darker side of the spectrum. Whereas most were all stark-white and matte-black, this was more scarlet and black trappings. An aura of intrigue hung about the room, as well it should. Special Forces were not known for being run-of-the-industry in their tastes. Shorn wondered for a moment if General Mangar had designed this room. It certainly would suit him. He had had the pleasure of meeting the eccentric General. Certainly, the head of the Special Forces was of a different breed than the Imperial Officer whose implacable by-the-book standards made for ruin. Mangar was all fire and, well, explosions. And the General had the most peculiar eyes. Yes, the colors would definitely suit him.

His gaze returned to the night-armored figure behind the red desk. There were no unit symbols or markings of any kind on the armor. Whoever was inside that black helmet didn't want Shorn to know it's identity. The fact made Tycho tense and unsettled. He didn't like not knowing who he was facing. Slowly, he sat down in a black chair. When the figure in black first spoke, it only enhanced Tycho's feeling of unease. The voice was synthesized. Whenever Shorn didn't know someone's name, he generally made one up for them. This one would be Leroy, he decided.

Leroy outlined a situation and asked Shorn to solve it. The problem was rather vague. There were so many variables it was quite ridiculous. There were literally hundreds of thousands of things that could be done in that situation. Tycho nearly snorted when Leroy said he may take any amount of time to respond to the situation. Time was a luxury that you didn't get on the battlefield. Shorn supposed he should be thankful for it now. But no, he wasn't. If time was something you didn't get on the battlefield then why should it be given in a situation such as now? For training perhaps, to learn? Maybe. If he had been more of a jokester he would've sat there for hours. After all, Leroy had said he had all the time he wished to respond to it. But no.

Tycho's eyes fell to the greel-wood of the desk and study its scarlet lines. With his grey-eyes still lingering on the rosy wood, he answered in a measured tone. "I'd com in, give them the coordinates of the approaching force. Then I'd turn the cooling in my suit to max and hide myself beneath rumble, near something burning, or find the biggest number of fallen bodies I could get to without giving away my position and hide beneath those." He looked up at Leroy. "This is assuming that the surrounding forces don't know how many are still alive. From there I'd have more courses of action. Assuming this is a large-scale battle and not a small skirmish - and assuming that the rebel forces don't move in on my position - I'd wait until nightfall, then strip out of my armor and find a rebel body with a good suit of clothes on 'em. Alternatively, I could wait until reinforcements arrive, but you can't always count on that. With the rebel uniform on, I'd try to slip through their patrols and get out of the combat zone. Other than that, I'm afraid I can't tell you what I'd do without more definition of the environment."

Of course he would prefer it if there were some aircraft somewhere abouts. He could call in an air-strike. Or if he could get a weapon, he could engage in guerilla warfare, but that might get him killed so he hadn't mentioned it. Really, any course of action he took had a high probability of him dying. The important thing was that he notify command of the incoming attack, other than that it didn't much matter. Well, he'd given his said his piece to Leroy. Now all he had to do was wait for a response.

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Re: SF: Subjective Evaluation (Open, see note)

Post by Jericho Winters » 2010-11-19 02:54

Winters sat back in his armor and waited politely for the officer to continue as his answer, indeed the entire time he had been in this room was being recorded. So he simply waited till the man had finished his replies. He made no outward note of whether or not such things were actually functionary in such a scenario.

That was part, but not the entire point of the excercise.

Though he personally thought the idea of masking one's body heat when one was seriously injured would be helpful, that it might not be all that effective depending on the type of wounds one had taken.

But the man's answer did prove one thing: he was thinking: thinking of many possibilities.

All of which was good.

It was far easier to think of what one might do outside of being in a deadly situation, then what one might actually notice within such circumstances. The fact that the man had reasoned out several responses to the issue posed, was a good sign of his ingenuity.

Personally, he was surprised the man hadn't considered other possibly less tech- reliant ways of communication. A large bit of shattered glass might make a fine replacement for a mirror for old 'code' flashes of reflected light during the day, if one was high enough above a sweeping kill team. Or even a glowbulb might work if there was a small window of time before one had to use the coms as a last resort.

But for the moment, it showed the man was at least thinking... and he figured that such ingenuity was a good indicator upon the officer improving his life expectancy.

For that purpose, Winters hoped such continuing development in thoughts would continue under the trial he'd face ahead..

Silently he rose up out of the chair and nodded to the man before speaking in that same synthetic voice. "Thank you for your answer Officer Shorn. You will be notified of the results of your evaluations within the next three days."
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Three days later, along with the official communique for the special forces certification being approved and the requisite transfer of the young officer's status a small note came without a signature or a means of tracking it back.

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Congratulations, you passed. Welcome to the special forces. 

P.S: Good luck, and welcome to the suck.
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