Snippet #2486358

Fiacre was tired. Very, tired. Nevertheless, he had to start up the academy's new year, new start and new arc! He sighed as he positioned his dark, glossy officer cap onto his soft red hair. As he stood up, he patted the dust off the back of his pants, and walked up to his door. Pulling on the collar of his uniform, he watched as dust flew off, and looked at it, disgusted. Sighing, he said, "These old uniforms are disgusting...how long have they been sitting underneath the academy?". He looked at the picture of Chief Headmaster Erik Kreutzer (See "Z Academy"), and pouted at him. "An year younger than me....kid doesn't know how to treat his elders". Delicately, he picked up his white ceremonial gloves and started to pull them into place. Looking back at his room, he opened the door with a steady motion, and quickly closed it.

Almost immediately, a group of Slayers had arranged themselves into place. "We're here to take you to the auditorium, sir!", one of the soldiers in the front row declared. Nodding his head, Fiacre replied, "Yeah, yeah...I could've managed on my own, but if you insist". Following along with the large group, he headed towards the backdoor of the stage. In front of him, he could see that the auditorium was large, yet only half the seats were filled. Grimacing at the sight, he asked the closest guard, "This is it?". The guard, looking back at the sheet in front of him, he nodded. "That's all sir". Letting out a big puff of breath, he quietly noted, "That brat has got to be kidding me...only sending me like, 800 units. I'd require at least 2000 so it could run smoothly". Looking back at the thought, he restated, "And then again...I should thank him for sending me that much. It's probably not the least, but the most I can get".

Fiacre slowly walked up to the stand, and looked at the large pool and litter of freshman and students. He carefully tapped the mic to make sure it was working, and placed a sheet in front of him. "Welcome to Sector Two! This is another institute and academy nearby the main Z Academy. In here, we will be learning exactly what we learn in the main facility; Survival, Slaying, Intelligence, etc. All these subjects will lead you on your path to survival and resistance against the undead. Now, I know and can see that we have a few soldiers, but I like that. You guys will all be expected to study to your hardest and never forget anything important!". Pacing back, he raised his hand towards a buff, tough looking woman. "I am honored. I'd like to introduce to you all, General Katrina Milan. We are lucky, to have such a dedicated, excellent teacher in this facility! And as of now by the order of the Chief Headmaster, General Katrina Milan will be promoted into a Marshal! Please, all of you, give her a round of applause!". The crowd applauded. Even if the facility held only 800 people, the cheering and applause was loud. Fiacre could've sworn they had just attracted a mass of DIOCs (Dead with Infection on Contact). Raising his hand to silence them, Fiacre moved on. "You will all be here for a total of 4 years! That's enough to teach you, pack you up, and get you out of this academy! Now, I'm pretty sure you're all wondering why we're going to kick you out? Well, if I had to give it a case, it's because we need space for more freshman, so that they can also learn and survive. Of course, if you graduate, you will also be given a choice to stay in the resistance corps. But be warned; your condition of living will be overcome with grief and stress. You will be forced to risk your life in combat, and even possibly die from orders". The crowd chattered at that. It definitely caught their attention. Having such danger after their years of learning? They didn't like it, but they agreed to it already, so it was too late. "Finally, I want to give you something to inspire you all. To be generous and also cautious at the same time, I have breached some of the codes of conducts, and have crossed an important law; Weapons will be prohibited on school grounds and must not be held by Recruits and Trainees. Well, to hell with that!". Fiacre gripped his desk. "Humanity doesn't have much time left! We all need to ensure that our species will survive against those...things. So, I will present to all of you, a weapon of your choice. No, no, no...we won't have bullshit like scythes or whatever the fuck your imagination will immediately go to. It's all standard and primary choices!. Relaxing his arms a bit, Fiacre dropped back a bit. "Now, your homeroom teachers will be explaining the system and all about the academy before we move onto the subjects. I expect a lot from you all, and will be expecting more". Turning back, Fiacre started to walk away. He quickly stopped, and turned. "Oh. By the way..". Grinning evilly at the next words that were about to come out, Fiacre said, "If I see any of you pulling guns or whatever shit on each other, I will find you, trap you, and pierce holes throughout your whole body". Turning back again, he chuckled. "La vie n'est pas juste".

Quickly arriving back at the office, he looked at the servant. "C-comment cela? Je ne croisais pas que je dois faire ca une autre fois....J'ai deja dit que je ne suis pas bon avec les groupes grandes et forts" ("H-how was that? I can't believe I have to go through that again...I already told you that I'm not good with large, loud groups"). The servant lifted his head. "You did great, sir Fiacre. Most honorable and amazing". Sighing. Fiacre sat down onto his leather chair. He turned it around once, and wondered how the students were doing.