Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2022 18:04:30 GMT -5
"What's this?" Almyra's free hand dismissively picked up the flyer that had just been slid across the bar's tabletop by one of her squadmates. She'd pause to take a deep swing from the acrid, stinging drink, shuddering before bothering to cast a glance over it. "...Huh. The King is looking for strong warriors to be part of some elite military force, huh? Well, best of luck to him, then. Certain he doesn't need standard footsoldiers wasting his time." Passing the flyer down to the next seated soldier, Almyra returned to nursing her drink. She was on temporary leave after a period of extended service and without much else to do (if she didn't want to court marshaled), maybe at least seeing what the whole task force thing was about could be worth it.
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"Almyra Stoneblood. Field Officer, sixth legion. Battle power of twenty-thousand. Current military status: active, on leave." She had been to the palace before, of course. Almyra and her family were of noble blood, even if they sometimes didn't act the part. Still, the visitation moments were rare, and the sheer magnitude of the Saiyan castle was awe-inspiring even to this very day. Stationed outside of the side gates, she had already muscled past the first two stages of this impromptu exam. A loyalty check consisting of military service records - with hers being a decade old and highly decorated - followed by a physical. Candidates' battle power was assessed, and any aspirants took part in a small tournament-style series of battles. By this point, over ninety percent of those who initially signed up were gone. Yet even still, Almyra didn't feel like she had done anything extraordinary.
Waved through the shielded fortifications, the Saiyan strode into the open training courtyard clad in her standard armor, glancing around at the notably low number of soldiers milling about. Perhaps thirteen others seemed to be applicants to the program, with five acting as science support or military officers here to assist the process. One of the caped, bearded Saiyans stepped forward and swept a hand across the courtyard: "Fall in line!" Within a matter of seconds, the soldiers had complied; Almyra positioned second-to-last at the far end of the row closer to the gate than the palace itself.
"Congratulations on making it this far. As you all know, our Great King Taori has claimed victory over one of our greatest enemies: the Tuffles. Despite that, a cowardly attack by the Arcosian Empire was launched on our own soil during the invasion attempts. Their foul Emperor was slain, but that does not mean those damn lizards will rest. To that end, the King himself will be picking out suitable soldiers!" Taking a step back, a pair of engraved metal doors embedded into the palace walls swung open. Instinctively, Almyra and the other soldiers and officers fell to one knee, a single arm placed over their chests with the other upon the ground. She had known that this program was FOR the King, but to see the man himself in person so soon after Hatchi? Perhaps she honestly was wasting his time at this rate.
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"Almyra Stoneblood. Field Officer, sixth legion. Battle power of twenty-thousand. Current military status: active, on leave." She had been to the palace before, of course. Almyra and her family were of noble blood, even if they sometimes didn't act the part. Still, the visitation moments were rare, and the sheer magnitude of the Saiyan castle was awe-inspiring even to this very day. Stationed outside of the side gates, she had already muscled past the first two stages of this impromptu exam. A loyalty check consisting of military service records - with hers being a decade old and highly decorated - followed by a physical. Candidates' battle power was assessed, and any aspirants took part in a small tournament-style series of battles. By this point, over ninety percent of those who initially signed up were gone. Yet even still, Almyra didn't feel like she had done anything extraordinary.
Waved through the shielded fortifications, the Saiyan strode into the open training courtyard clad in her standard armor, glancing around at the notably low number of soldiers milling about. Perhaps thirteen others seemed to be applicants to the program, with five acting as science support or military officers here to assist the process. One of the caped, bearded Saiyans stepped forward and swept a hand across the courtyard: "Fall in line!" Within a matter of seconds, the soldiers had complied; Almyra positioned second-to-last at the far end of the row closer to the gate than the palace itself.
"Congratulations on making it this far. As you all know, our Great King Taori has claimed victory over one of our greatest enemies: the Tuffles. Despite that, a cowardly attack by the Arcosian Empire was launched on our own soil during the invasion attempts. Their foul Emperor was slain, but that does not mean those damn lizards will rest. To that end, the King himself will be picking out suitable soldiers!" Taking a step back, a pair of engraved metal doors embedded into the palace walls swung open. Instinctively, Almyra and the other soldiers and officers fell to one knee, a single arm placed over their chests with the other upon the ground. She had known that this program was FOR the King, but to see the man himself in person so soon after Hatchi? Perhaps she honestly was wasting his time at this rate.
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