Azyrion St. Croix's Story

Azyrion St. Croix (Azyr)

Azyr sat atop the deck of the Spirit of Archon pondering his next move. "Archon Academy" he thought to himself. He contemplated sneaking away, but a sudden shock brought him to he senses when he realized his sisters would track him down and he'd be in for a more troublesome experience. He took a second to to regain his composure and pulled a letter out of his jacket.

"Dear Applicant,
Congratulation! Your application to Archon Academy has been accepted, your test scores and prior academic works have lead you to the highest peak. As you are aware Archon Academy is the Empires most prestigious military and political educational center, boasting the largest number of alumni to become Imperial Officers. Twelve Emperors and Empresses have called our noble school their home, along with over sixty Imperial Marshals, and a countless number of government officials and military officers. At Archon Academy you will be honed by a rigorous curriculum and military training into the future of our glorious empire, so that perhaps you too can one day count yourself as one of the pride of our school. However the entrance exams and application process are not in any way the greatest hurdle you will encounter. It will be up to you to either pass or fail and you alone.
You are hereby ordered, under right of her Imperial Majesty and the authority of the Imperial Marshal, to report to the school at 0700 on the thirty first of August, the Entrance Ceremony will take place at 0900 on the First of September.
May glory forever shine on our Empire,
Signed, Mira Campbell
Director of Admissions."

Azyr paused for a moment after reading the letter. "Mira Cambell, I wonder if she's hot." Azyr began to drift away staring at the clouds. Before he managed to fall asleep he noticed a figure walking around the deck. He peered at the man using his peripheral vision. The man wore a white cape over his shoulers. The man was wearing an Archon uniform, but his was more regal than the others. Another academy member approached the man in white and began to speak. The man in white gave the other cadet gloomy news of a hellish place death on the battlefield. Azyr let out a loud YAAAAWN and closed his eyes attempting to go to sleep. After noticing the man in his uniform Azyr wondered if he needed to change into his uniform. He tried it on once and it fit tight and snug. It wasn't particularly his style as he preferred his clothing a little loose.

Clink... clink... clink...
Azyr heard the same sound over and over. He awoke from his nap and peered across his dormroom.
Clink... clink... clink...
He saw small sparks fly throughout the air. As his eyes adjusted from sleep and focused the light, he noticed his roommate cleaning and sharpening his sword. "Just my luck to get stuck in a room with mr. soldier boy" he thought to himself. His roommate was a large man and the most patriotic soldier the academy had ever seen. His only flaws were that he was as dumb as an ox and he had an odd infatuation with his sword. However his sense of honor, duty, andy loyalty to the empire was second to none. The vast majority of conversations with him ended with glory to the empire or some other corny slogan. Azyr believe it was a conspiracy having them plaaced in the same room.
Clink... clink... clink...
"Finnally", his roommate yelled, today is the day I become a true soldier of the empire. Azyr placed his pillow over his face in annoyance. Knowing he would not be able to get anymore sleep he arose out of his bed and began to put on his uniform. After his roomate finished shining his sword he saluted Azyr and ran out of the dorms. Azyr's eyes rolled into the back of his head thinking about the imbecile they placed him in the room with. He then put on his uniform and let out an apathetic sigh after looking in the mirror. The uniform was snug, crisp, and sharp as it was fitted to his frame in perfect fashion. He noticed an envelope in his pocket with a circular pin wit a D inside of it. A note beside it said "Alpha Company, Third Platoon, First Squad, D Class." Azyr looked at the not and thought,"Damn, D-Class, I was hoping for E. D just means I will end up having to do more work." He threw the pin in his pocket and left the dorm.

Azyr headed toward the courtyard to await for the ceremony to start. He gazed at many of his fellow classmates being greeted by their families, getting chewed out by superiors, and performing various other tasks. He began to mentally analyze the rest of his platoon when he noticed a young woman being held in a submission hold by an older blonde woman. A moment of exitement overcame him when he noticed how attractive the older woman was. "Maybe this wont be so bad he thought." That moment quickly faded when he noticed here uniform and realized she was not a classmate but just a family member watching the introduction ceremony. He let out a sigh of relief that his sisters were on missions on opposide sides of the world. If they were here they would probably berate him for not making a higher rank class. Azyr layed out under the shade of a nearby tree and decided to take a quick nap before the festivities began.

Staring at the ceiling as the night just seemingly flies by closing his eyes trying to go to sleep, but for some odd reason, he isn't able to do so. Staring at the ceiling as he pulls out the small cylinder out of his pocket, he grips is tight as he sighs and puts it back into his pocket. As his view diverts away from the ceiling and looks around his empty and dark room.

As the sun arises and the light slowly makes it's way into the room Karu is still staring at the light in the same position he has been for the past 6 hours. Looking at the clock, he gets up and grooms himself. His hair disheveled with his bang down his right eye yet again, he dresses himself in uniform making everything is in check and sighs to himself as he stares at the necklace that's blatantly showing in front of the uniform. "I promise." Karu speaking to himself as he speaks to the reflection with resolute eyes. He leaves the dorm room head strong with the words in his head, "Alpha Company, Third Platoon, First Squad, D Class." These words kept ringing in his head as engravings so that he never forgets where he first began, the start of it all.

Walking towards the courtyard as his eyes stare into the sea of people, he feels sick to the stomach as unable to handle wide amounts of people, taking a considerable distance until the very last moment he was allowed. Analyzing the people who enter the courtyard getting thicker and thicker, he feels like he wants to leave the area, but at the same time feels obligated to not doing so; as such Karu swallows his uneasiness and tries to hold it in, just long enough for everything to be over with.

"OMG!"

Lucy instantly got up rubbing her eyes at the noise, her roommate was standing there next to her bed fully dressed in her uniform jumping up and down, screaming with...Joy? Once Lucys eyes had adjusted abit she could see her mother and father standing at the door, "Your father and I decided to come and get you dear," Her mother had said laughing quietly. "Wait, how did they let you guys into the dorms?" Lucy rubbed her hair confusingly.

"I went here to dear, I just simply asked that we could just get our daughter. Now get dressed, we have a ceremony to get to," Her father laughed with her mother.

"Alright I will meet you down there now GO your embarrasing me infront of my roommate," She shoo'd her parents out and closed the door looking over to her roommate. "YOUR THE DAUGHTER OF THE GREAT CHARLIE MARETTA?!" Her roommate excited-ily asked.

"Yes," Lucy replied while smiliing happily, her hair messed up and her beddress still on.

"We have to get you ready! Oh by the way my name is Jana Faye," Jana was going into Lucy's dresser getting her uniform and some of her accesories like her blue bow and placing them neatly on the bed for when they come back. "Lets Go!" Jana grabbed Lucys hand and they were out the door heading towards the showers. Once there Jana turned her back on Lucy and stood their like a personal bodyguard. "Have a shower and be quick!" She quickly said.

Lucy was flustered as she quickly had a shower making sure to wash her hair, she got dry and put a towel on, once again Jana grabbed her hand and now they were headed back towards their room on the third floor. Lucy ran in quickly and Jana closed the door, pressing her face against it. "QUICK GET DRESSED!" She hastily spoke. Lucy got dressed quickly into her uniform which was surprisingly comfortable she felt something in the pocket she reached in and pulled out a envelope with a pin with a 'D' on it. I guess im in Class D then... she pinnded it to her uniform and noticed a note in the envelope aswell getting it out, it said. "Cadet, Second Platoon, Third Squad" She turned to Jana and spoke quietly, "You can turn around now Jana," Jana sat her infront of the mirror while grabbing a brush, stroking Lucys long blue hair, then placing a bow in it.

Lucy stood up infront of the mirror and twirled while nodding, "I like what you did with my hair Jana...Jana?" Lucy had turned around and noticed that Jana was frozen with excitement. "It is true...You are beautiful like your mother" Jana had praised Lucy. 'Thank you Jana," Lucy had smiled at her as Jana suddenly grabbed her hand again running out the door onto Courtyard while asking a few Higher-Ups they were able to find Lucys parents. "Well See you Lucy!" Jana gave a wave and went to find her own parents. Lucy turned to her parents and hugged them both tightly. "Dear you look as beautiful as your mother!" Said her father astonished at Lucy. "Always the hint of suprise father?" Lucy and her father laughed then went on talking.

Suna

she had fallen asleep during the generals speech as she already knew what he was going to say.she still slept while the vertilift landed nearby and the headmaster walked up to the podium, only when he mentioned the death of their current emporeor did her eyes snap open. Suna wasnt bothered by it all all, hell she never even cared for the old man, her expression never changing. some of the cadets noticed this and whispered about it behind her back but she ignored it {'let them think what they want, is that why mother left'}thinking back to earlier.

Suna scanned the crowd before and behind her, watching everyones reaction to this "sad and shocking" news. looking back at the headmaster she already had a guess of what he would say next; the Rite of the Challenge to Succession. personaly Suna didnt approve of this being as she honestly didnt care for it, all it meant was that she was going to be forced into fighting opponets for something she didnt care enough to want nor didn she care for the cadets who were weak compared to her yet they always tried to fight her thinking they could beat a seeminly weak girl, Suna never understood this. to her those kind of battles were pointless, and she will only acknowledge the truly strong opponents who would actually put up a fight.

but unlike the others she wasnt the kind of person to initiate a fight only going for those who were left was more her style. Suna was so deep in thought she didnt realize that it was time to salute the headmaster and she missed her cue {'not that it matters, to hell with them all,let them think what they want'} a low growl escaped her lips as she waited for further orders.

Ethelyn played her part in mobilizing her platoon with an unrivaled perfection, every movement, call, and correction was spot on. She was more than ready for her new leadership role and it was no wonder that she was a lieutenant this year. Although her uniform was lacking many of the medals and honors of other lieutenants her aura spoke for her as it fed on the exhaustion of the many nearby students and shined with a certain earthly energy.

As inspections began she was ruthless, pointing out the smallest of wrinkles. "Cadet, unless you have a reason for your unruly hair blocking your eyes I suggest you tie it up next time, you're lucky I don't make an example of you right here and cut it off with my sword, it would be a pity if my hand slipped." She taunted Karu, let her aura bite at his and left him speechless. "Watch your pants on the grass Cadet, their too big for you and grass stains may not appear obvious on the navy uniform but I can clearly see them, be sure to take care of that immediately following today's training." She shot at another Cadet by the name of Azyrion. She continued down the line until they were each completely searched for flaws, there would be none of that non-sense in her platoon.

When Desmond stepped up to the platform she was ready as ever and admired him from afar. It was unfortunate the Commander was taken, he was attractive with a quirky manner and had a way with words. While she prefered the strict command of a harsh leader she couldn't help but fawn over his way of tripping over his words before he began one of his riveting speeches. She hung onto every word, and was disappointed when the headmaster arrived to pick up the speech.

Ethelyn was shocked when the conversation turned dark as the headmaster made the announcements. She did her best to keep her men at attention but she could barely contain her own composure at this news. As the Rites to Succession were stated she went pale, the rites had not been called on for decades, centuries even, usually it was plain and simple. Why now? Her shock and fear subsided as a glimmer of an idea popped into her head. With the rites enacted anyone at the school could be the next successor to the throne. With that a smile came across her face.

"May glory forever shine on our Empire.” She hissed with venom in her voice and a maniacal grin.

Azyr stood in formation with perfect stillness. His hands were down at his sides, uniform straight, and posture was flawless. There was one talent he possessed that trained him for this moment. Years and years of dedication to the art of "Sleeping with your eyes open." All the long dull speeches, superiors gripes, fellow cadets squirming, squad leaders and lieutenants' inspections, and other ramblings were nothing but whisper in the wind to his perfect sleep technique. Azyr had sweet dreams of beautiful women with large breasts and oddly weird visions of orange butterflies. The battalion commanders speech, headmasters arrival, and everything in between he completely slept through it and missed it entirely. It wasn't until a booming "Battalion, Atten=tion!" was heard that forced him to wake from his sleep nearly falling out of formation. He let out a very loud YAAAAAWWN and asked a neighboring cadet what happened. The cadet informed him that the emperor died earlier this morning. Azyr then replied, "since when did we get an emperor?" The cadet looked at Azyr with a puzzled scowl on his face. Then the cadet shouted at Azyr, "the emperor has ruled our lands for decades." Azyr gave the cadet an uncaring glare and remarked, "Who cares if he's dead, that's what old people do they die." The cadet became infuriated with Azyr was about to tell him off until the Headmaster stated the Imperial Marshal Octavian that was next in line died on the battlefield. Azyr then commented to the enraged cadet. "The death of high marshal Octavian now there is a real tragedy. There is nothing more sad than a beautiful woman passing away." The cadet began clinching his fist with anger attempting to restrain himself from attacking Azyr. The headmaster then spoke regards for the emperor and then spoke of the Noble's Council deliberation and power of the empire being placed in the hands of Parliament. "Ha-ha they didn't have a second choice for emperor. Now that power is in the hands of Parliament we'll see if they'll give it back in seventy two days. Also a Rite of Challenge to chose the next ruler. Ha that's the dumbest decision they ever made. What if a rival nation managed to sneak a cadet into the school. They could become the next emperor. Ah well whatever" Azyr remarked then let out another long YAAWWN. He nudged the angry cadet and told him to wake Azyr when they are done with these boring speeches. The angry cadet peered at Azyr with his fist clenched. Before the cadet could tell Azyr off he was already swifted away back to his wonderful dreamland.