Post by Deleted on May 18, 2023 1:14:12 GMT -5
[ For @torsten ]
The results of the assessments had come as a bit of a surprise to Warren. Those who had done well had been expected to do well, but those who had showed up late had disappointed him. One, in particular, had genuinely surprised him.
Torsten Mosse was a soldier who Warren felt represented everything the ideal Nevermeran soldier should and could be. He was serious, but didn't take himself so seriously that he was unable to continue learning or take criticism. He was strong, both physically and mentally, in his training, his work, and his beliefs. He was determined to be good at what he did, no matter what task it was, and driven to constantly become better, learn new tactics, and make himself useful. With a strong sense of duty and, when Warren had judged as a good sense of self-awareness and reliability, there seemed to be no reason that the man wouldn't end up among the higher ranks once he had some experience under his boots.
Not once, ever, that Warren had been aware of, had Mosse ever been late. Self-discipline and promptness had been two aspects of the soldiers duties that Warren and Aldrich had begun preaching since the events of the ball. How that had not sunk in to such a quick-learners mind had confused Warren. @elletta had been held up by a nurse and while that was not an excuse, it was a reason. Elodie Atwood was one of the fresher recruits, a noble lady who seemed to have gone through quite the ordeal when Wilson Barr's head had rolled at her feet. Since then, Warren hadn't expected much of her besides resignation. Some people were simply not suited for the horrors of war, and that did not make them bad people, just the opposite in fact, but it did make them bad soldiers. That she had showed up late was no surprise to the Captain.
With the culling, they could not afford to lose the good soldiers, too. Warren was concerned that something had changed in Mosse, so instead of calling him to his office, he decided to seek him out. It was easy, given the man had staff duty.
Twice a week all of the equipment made for training had to be properly cleaned and maintained. As he approached the room, he noted that the door was held open with a propped up shield to allow airflow into the tight space. "Mr. Mosse," Warren said as he moved to stand just inside the door, though he turned to the side to allow the light back in. "I would like to speak with you about your tardiness to the assessment."
Torsten Mosse was a soldier who Warren felt represented everything the ideal Nevermeran soldier should and could be. He was serious, but didn't take himself so seriously that he was unable to continue learning or take criticism. He was strong, both physically and mentally, in his training, his work, and his beliefs. He was determined to be good at what he did, no matter what task it was, and driven to constantly become better, learn new tactics, and make himself useful. With a strong sense of duty and, when Warren had judged as a good sense of self-awareness and reliability, there seemed to be no reason that the man wouldn't end up among the higher ranks once he had some experience under his boots.
Not once, ever, that Warren had been aware of, had Mosse ever been late. Self-discipline and promptness had been two aspects of the soldiers duties that Warren and Aldrich had begun preaching since the events of the ball. How that had not sunk in to such a quick-learners mind had confused Warren. @elletta had been held up by a nurse and while that was not an excuse, it was a reason. Elodie Atwood was one of the fresher recruits, a noble lady who seemed to have gone through quite the ordeal when Wilson Barr's head had rolled at her feet. Since then, Warren hadn't expected much of her besides resignation. Some people were simply not suited for the horrors of war, and that did not make them bad people, just the opposite in fact, but it did make them bad soldiers. That she had showed up late was no surprise to the Captain.
With the culling, they could not afford to lose the good soldiers, too. Warren was concerned that something had changed in Mosse, so instead of calling him to his office, he decided to seek him out. It was easy, given the man had staff duty.
Twice a week all of the equipment made for training had to be properly cleaned and maintained. As he approached the room, he noted that the door was held open with a propped up shield to allow airflow into the tight space. "Mr. Mosse," Warren said as he moved to stand just inside the door, though he turned to the side to allow the light back in. "I would like to speak with you about your tardiness to the assessment."