Introduction
It was November. The winds and skies were beginning to turn darker and darker on a daily basis. The Sun's heated occupation on the planet had grown shorter and the darkness became something to get used to. Snow was only a month away from beginning its first downfall; now there were people of all ages, sizes and names coming to him. They were wanting his acceptance to become a Soldier. To give their live meaning was what they desired. Arek was sat in his office, waiting for the time to come. It was a small shack, filled with the most beautiful interior on Isiah. He waited for the perfect moment. They were literally finishing their alignment outside. He had to let them settle. The time for them to talk and greet one another was for after 'First-Parade' though. They were instructed by accompanying troops to avoid doing so to not piss off Arek. As Chief Instructor, he was to put all his work and effort today into ripping them out of their childhoods and throwing them straight into their militaristic lives that laid ahead, or rather decide who gets his confirmation to do so. Their future was in his control, which he very-much enjoyed. Here at Camp Isiah, he was the second Highest Ranking soldier. Though when it came to handling the Trainees, there was no greater authority. Arek had to be prepared that these troops were to bring stress. Only the one's capable of doing what he asked them to do were to stay.
Now, it was coming to the time. He readied himself as he flung on his jacket. The crossed-swords on his back flashed as his insignia reflected off of the little-lasting light that seeped through the window. His black-undershirt soaked in any heat to keep him from shivering when he took the first steps outside. He took a deep breath. Arek knew that what laid outside was going to be one hell-of a regiment. Both disappointing and satisfying. He opened the door. The smells of the cold air and sounds of small-talk flooded his senses almost instantaneously. Only the one's who were closest to him were to notice his arrival. They silenced themselves, but still the odd 250+ Trainees weren't to notice him. Typical. He took a deep breath, keeping his lungs low and his head high. The noise that emitted from his vocal speech echoed through the air, bringing nothing more than the deathly silence of the air. He screamed it...
"PARADE, PARADE-SHUN!"
Yuri Tynko
He wasn't talking much at that point. The wait in the cold was bad enough as it was to start introducing himself on 'First-Parade'. It was of the most highest-respect to maintain as much silence as possible when on these, though small and controlled talk was allowed. He wanted to make sure he wouldn't be picked out amongst the ranks. That was of course the hardest. Yuri was standing right next to Grant Trinity, a life-long friend and accompaniment of the Tynko family business for a while. The two found taking the powerful name to their ancestors by signing up, though Yuri had a few of his own reasons. Grant and himself were the tallest of the entire 132nd Trainees Regiment. Trainees spread further than their eyeline-of-sight could see and still they stood towering over the vast majority of the groups.
Grant's family had always been one of the Military, though. He had a good ancestral background, with connections to a now-dead relative, long before his own birth, being involved in the creation and improvements of 3DMG. That was an honor to keep, and would be good to take notice of. Though Grant was looking like the Military-type of person, Yuri himself looked slightly less. He didn't look completely inept of what lay ahead, as though the two were clearly going to be setting a few-examples for the youngsters. The two had been split from Lilith Hermia, another fellow friend of the two. She was the city-type. Obviously quite jumpy and lively. She was also not the greatest soul for this role. She really only joined to follow Grant and his best friend.
"So...what's on your mind, Tynee?" The nickname Grant gave him was embarrassing to some degree. A play on words, from his surname and the word tiny; it was only because of his slightly smaller appearance to Grant.
"Oh, you know...waiting. Possibly for the biggest challenge we might face that will change the course of our lives and probably stop me from becoming homeless...the normal stuff..." He grinned slightly, not turning to his friend.
"You are such a downer, mate. Though in this weather, hard not to be." The two grinned silently. They were good at controlling how they laughed, unlike some of the surrounding trainees. They were giggling to themselves or whispering to one another and hoping someone wouldn't call them out. From time to time, when they seemed almost anonymous, the two would point out to Trainee Instructors of people getting out of uniformed presentations. It was a humorous and correct thing to do. It almost seemed that some people were here for a joke or even without the thought of how difficult it was. He was positive that everyone didn't know what they were being lead into exactly. Grant and Yuri would always compare Vera's and Cyo's letters to home. The way they could compare their trainee experiences helped them pinpoint certain scenarios they 'might' face in their programme. Though it wasn't positive. They were about to face something rather unexpected with large amounts of Camp improvements and expansions. They were the vigilantes, and these small comrades were their prey. However, it struck them at surprise when it was echoed close to their position.
"PARADE, PARADE-SHUN!" The two almost completely froze in place and placed their eyes forward. Their arms came closely to their side as they stood tall and with pride. Only moving their eyes, they tried to catch a glimpse of their Chief Instructor, as that was what they imagined it was. The Trainee Captain never made these appearances unless it was necessary. A captain acted as a Commanding Officer for the Base. It was the highest authority on the ba-
Yuri stopped in his thoughts. The muse had caught him off Guard as he saw the man approach him. With only seconds to prepare, he Saluted as he walked in front of him. The man stopped, seeing the same-height between him, Grant and himself. He leaned closely to the two. His eye focused on them with tension and exaggeration before he departed. The two let off a silent sigh of relief. Now the show was about to begin. The first inspection and questioning of Arek Illania, the Chief Instructor.