The Empire

Kai watched as numerous cadets where still trying to get everything straight, find their way and generally get a clue on what to do. This was the first of many days the cadets had any opportunity to make an impression, and it was on their own shoulders to do it this time because after today, they would start training and impression there on in would ripple outwards from its focal point, impact not only the trainees but the trainers as well.

Something however broke his thoughts. A rather formal call for him, using his rank and last name. Turning his eyes instantly saw the rank markings of a Lieutenant and from habit alone he came to attention and saluted. They certainly had drilled somethings into him. It was During the salute he noticed actually who it was. He almost did not notice who she was, what with the more confident regal look, and the aura adding to the package.

"Lieutenant Drake, indeed we have been acquainted before... my audacity to hitch a ride made sure of that" he said, his tone of voice level and calm. Just like his aura calm and never imposing at all. "I look forward to serving the platoon and the squad Ma'am". In the back of his mind Kai was starting to wonder if he was being too formal, but then again this first day, the ceremony was all about formalities. Besides any officer who did not like too much formality would normally just come out and say so.

"At ease soldier, but don't relax the formalities, the cadets need good role models." Ethelyn smiled deviously. Kai would be good to have around, he seemed to know what he was doing and his formalities were impressive, she hadn't even expected the salute but I guess that's what you get if you're a Lieutenant.

She glanced over to the end of the grounds past the people to see the sniper from the SDU yelling at her other hitch-hiker. For a moment she thought about joining in on the fun but decided since he wasn't in her platoon there wasn't any reason for her to intervene, what a pity, she was looking forward to whipping the rat into shape after that card game. She turned her attention back to what was important.

"Sergeant Alkard, Specialist Cavelier, gather your squad the ceremonies will be commencing soon and we don't want to be embarrassing ourselves on the first day." Ethelyn gave preparation orders as it appeared the crowds were beginning to settle into line.

Artemis was blinking away sleep deprivation as he stood before his company, his uniform ablaze with the awards and merits he’d earned to reach his station, the black and gold command cord that hung from his shoulder was something only nine people in the whole academy were permitted to wear. It brought him more than one awkward stare form the new recruits that moved here and there, chatting amongst themselves about how they came to be there, which squads they were in, what the higher ranks uniforms meant, and the topic of major discussion; the news that the night before the Emperor had collapsed during a state dinner. His morning had been full of irregularities, some would pass like the news of the Emperor, and still others he’d have to get used to. For the first time when he entered the dining hall it was no longer his voice calling out a call to attention but another’s, calling about him. The whole room had jumped to attention and he had to answer them with at ease, not that he was unused to command, he’d been a platoon leader after all, it was just strange having everyone he looked at being under his direct command. Absently Artemis wondered how Desmond felt, having truly no one above him, the peak of power, the feeling of a throne. The thought made him nauseous. “Some commander I am.”

“What? Did you say something?” Anora piped up at the comment Artemis had made, interrupting her rant about the mornings events.

“Eh? Oh uh… no,” he cleared his throated and looked at her more thoughtfully, “So you saw Daniel naked, it’s not like it’s the first time, there was that mission in Alastar.”

Anora growled and gave Artemis a slight kick in the shin, making him wince as he grabbed the spot in surprise and pain, “That was different! It was dark and…,” she blushed a deep scarlet as if lit on fire, “…and I was more focused on you.” Now it was Artemis’ turn to blush. Her hand slipped up her side and grazed his.

“Ahem!” a near-by sergeant coughed aloud, one of Artemis’ aids; he’d glanced over his shoulder and must have heard them as he was rather taken aback by the colonels actions in such a place. Artemis was reminded of when and where they were but still shot the sergeant a dirty look and jerked his head to the side, signaling for the man to get lost. As the soldier saluted and departed into the crowd Artemis crossed his arms and swallowed hard before letting out a grunt, “Well uh… you know… lieutenant… if you find that, uh, the third year floor arrangements aren’t to your liking you could always use my private wash room, if that would make you feel more comfortable I mean.” She looked down and began to squeak out and OK before another voice piped in a greeting.

“Hey there Anora, morning sir!” it was Daniel and he waved in a friendly and completely aloof sort of way.

Anora’s mood instantly worsened and she ground out a “Morning, Lieutenant…” be froe turning more stock toward Artemis, “Sir, we’ll discuss your generosity later, sir, I’ve got to get to my unit.” and began marching away from the two leaving a rather heavily sighing Artemis and a very confused Daniel in her wake.

With question marks practically popping out his head he cast his gaze to Artemis with his head cocked slightly to one side, “Did I miss something?”

“Apparently someone forgot to use the occupied sign on the fifth floor today… any idea who?” Daniel came back to reality and chuckled scratching his head with slight embarrassment, or was it pride, Artemis couldn’t tell, “Jeez, Dan, at least act like you’re an officer every now and then.” Dan saluted sternly but his broad grin never wavered.

With an exasperated inhale Artemis turned to look at the stage that had been erected for the instructors and battalion staff in the middle of the courtyard. While the teachers were all seated on a raised section at the back there were six chairs prominently placed forward on the patio, just behind a podium. It was here that the five Generals of the Battalion would sit, along with the headmaster of the Academy. For all legal rights the headmaster maintained the final control of the school, however for all political intents and purposes it was the five generals who were in charge at the school, and the head of those five who was in command of every cadet on that field. Again Artemis felt the vertigo press in on him.

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GM Post

The morning was slightly chilled, with a dampness clinging to the grass, still warm as was expected for the new born fall that crept over the southern lands. It was a quarter to eight by the time all the last of the cadets had come from the dorms to stand in the parade grounds now, a muddle of uniformed young men and women preparing to begin their journey into adulthood. The actual start of term was not to commence for another hour, however they had been roused early to ensure everyone was in their right place. Of course sour news for the city to the south had most of the lips in the field flapping relentlessly. The evening before the Emperor had collapsed at a state dinner with the nobles from across the nation. He’d been rushed to the nearby hospital and was currently resting there, being treated for exhaustion. Still the news had the students on edge, as it always did when the Emperor was reported to have been in some form of danger. Still life resumed as it always had, and the students had far greater thoughts bearing their minds toward the Earth with the impending ceremony. It was their first inspection, their first showing of what they had to offer the nation, their first test at the school. True they were new blood, and at almost every other academy they would have not had such a ceremony until a few days if not weeks into the year when the students had been given time to be properly instructed on the formations and uniforms they were to keep up. However Archon, as it is always said, is not a normal academy. Here the students were provided with the handbook before they ever arrived and were expected to have diligently studied the basics of drill they would be executing that day. Even the most lax of students at the academy would not forsake this, they may have put it off until the last minute but they would know how not to fail. If they didn’t they wouldn’t be at Archon in the first place. as the large clock struck eight the cadets began to move ever closer to their proper place, discussing with one another how to properly fall in when the time finally came.

(OOC Note*: throughout this and several more posts my characters will be speaking to multiple characters without me waiting for a response to ensure the game keeps pace, please read carefully and reply at your leisure to all comments as if we’d had a full conversation)

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The slight chill of the first September morning had Desmond rather thankful, the full uniform he was forced to wear consisted of not just the officers uniform and medals as well as ribbons and cords of his typical formal attire but as Battalion Commander he also wore a large black cape that covered half of his whole body, the seal of the Academy embodied in gold and silver on his shoulder. His cap was more trimmed than that of the other generals which was saying quite a lot and his over-all appearance was more regal than most thought a man only twenty years old could bear. And yet as he stood there on the patio, the other Generals arriving as well, his demeanor was more of a young man who felt it was far too early for this sort of show. He looked to Kayle with an apparent apology stinging his eyes before turning to again survey the cadets again as the clock struck the hour. One hour to go, and where the hell is the headmaster? h thought as a third year officer came rushing to the stage and came to his side, whispering in his ear. He sighed heavily in disappointment.

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“Eight o’clock…” Artemis commented to no one in particular as the clock rang out, “Captain! Fall them in please.”

The Captain looked at Artemis quizzically, “Are you sure sir? We’ve got about half an hour before the headmaster speaks.”

“I’d like to ensure that they get it right so we’ll fall them in now and fix any idiots who screw things up. Then when things get rolling we’ll be set.”

The captain didn’t argue any further and just shrugged, heading to his post and taking a deep breath, “Company! Fall in!” he called out, his voice echoing around the grounds for all of Alpha to hear. Daniel looked over as the four platoon sergeants all to their place before the Captain, saluted, and then turned on their heels, stepping out and over before finally resting in position for the first squad of each platoon to form up. All the Sergeants roared the same order to their platoon as the Captain had for the company, and the first squad set up their line the same way, stepping off the Sergeant and counting their paces to the proper location. From there all the Cadets should know to find their locations based on where the first squad leader was standing.

Caspian found his place standing beside his fire-team leader swiftly after the call rang out, knowing the drill form his days in the Polaris school which used the same basic set up. He looked at the man who stood beside the Captain, watching his Company like a hawk. So that was the infamous Alpha Company Commander, Artemis Halken, eh? He allowed himself the small moment to size the man up; did he look like much of a fighter? Yes, and he was wearing a sword, but no visible crest. So he was self-taught? Could I take him? the thought entered his head without him even realizing it but as his eyes fell on the small glint of the circle on the man’s neck he couldn’t believe his own folly. He was far away but Caspian could still make out the color, even from there; an incredibly brilliant silver, almost white in its reflection… a platinum pin. He didn’t’ need to see the letter to know that the rumors were true. His company commander was ranked S.

The Sergeant’s each reported on their squads status (how many absent) and called out to the platoon sergeant, who turned on his heal, saluting the Captain. In succession they reported in, until the last was saluted to and lowered their salute. Finally the Captain turned and saluted the company commander, saying something Caspian and the others couldn’t hear. After a returned salute the Colonel stepped forward and stood straight, Caspian could swear he was glaring right at him, but he also suspected everyone else could have promised the same thing. Stranger still was he was sure they’d all be telling the truth. The man spoke, seemingly at a standard level and yet his voice pierced the air and reached everyone’s ears, “Post!”

Like clockwork the Platoon leaders and Sergeants switched places, the lieutenants now standing at the head of the ranks with the sergeants behind. “Stand at ease!” at that the more prepared students slackened slightly, though they never let their eyes leave the man standing at the front of their ranks, “Now… we’ve some time before the official inspection begins, so Platoon leaders, sergeants, look your cadets over, make sure they don’t embarrass our company. When you’ve completed the inspection put your men at ease…” a pause to ensure he was heard, “Platoon Leaders, Assume command.”

All four lieutenants resounded with a snap to, “Sir!” and turned on their heels, each issuing various orders to stand at attention, for the platoon staff and sergeants to fall out and check the cadets over, for the cadets to ensure they didn’t screw up, and various other demands. This was how military school worked, so Caspian decided he’d have to get used to it.

Daniel ordered for the sergeants to begin inspecting the cadet’s uniforms first, then to make sure they knew how to stand properly and such. Turning himself he headed over to the Colonel and stretched his neck, “geez, colonel, don’t you think you could have warned us?”

“You know there are no warnings in the real world.”

“You do realize this is school right?”

“Most of these cadets will be on the battlefield someday, better they be disciplined now right?”

Daniel rubbed his head again, “Whatever you say, Artemis, it’s you company. Alienate them all you want.”

“Speaking of alienating, don’t you have some cadets to attend too?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m goin’” Daniel commented dismissively as he headed back to his unit and began inspecting his troops, correcting flaws on the uniforms of several young first years. He came ot second squad and looked the mover. He first turned to Rey, “Sup, Sarge? Good holiday?” he commented. Caspian gulped, this guy seemed too laid back to be an officer yet still seemed a good sort, but he still had one thing that made him hesitate to lighten up; the red cord the man wore was the sign of the SDU. They slang for those cords was ‘blood rope’ as they were said to really be white, but it was tradition to stain them red in the enemies’ blood after this first mission. Caspian highly doubted that, but still. He didn’t want to even think about trying to take the man as he had with the Colonel, that naiveté was evaporated after his first splash of reality. Looking Caspian over the man’s gaze stopped on his lapel which was slightly raised, “Hmm, odd… something wrong with the stitching?” Daniel tried to smooth it out and instantly his expression changed, “No… not the stitching…Cadet?”

Caspian knew he’d felt it and gulped, “Uh, sorry sir… just a good luck charm, never leave home without it.” he explained with a sincere look, not a complete lie. Daniel was suspicious at first, and to be honest that look of extreme interest and doubt never left his eye even as he shrugged and looked him over the rest of the way.

“Okay Cadet, you’re good except for one thing…” Caspian’s pulse skipped, “You’re hat… should be tilted to the other side, right, not left…” Caspian nodded and made the adjustment. Daniel smiling the whole time and nodding at his competence, “Oh, and next time leave the picture of your sweetheart at home.”

“Si-Sir, yes, sir!”

“Good lad!” he slapped Caspian on the shoulder, almost knocking him over, “oops, sorry, forgot you must be a magus, sword threw me for a moment there.” He commented before stepping up to the next in line. “Ironclaw? Well, interesting name… uh, sorry to spoil you’re fun, Cadet, but that gauntlet isn’t exactly standard issue. Want to tell me why you’ve got it on in uniform?” he asked. He’d eventually approve the cadet having it and tell him he was just giving him hell but not without a few minutes of giving him the third degree. Finally he came to Michale, “Cadet Sear… rumor has it you cheat at cards… is that true? Wait! Better question! How you teach me?” Daniel would have to tell the cadets that every advantage, fairly won or not, must be taken in war, something they’d learn in time at Archon, regardless of Michale’s answer, though he would let him comment with a smile.

Caspian couldn’t really agree though, victory by any means wasn’t the way to go, because karma always bit you in the ass; at least in his experience. “Meeko… what are you doing now?” he wondered aloud.


Artemis stood by at the front, watching as the platoons did their thing. He turned to Delryn and cleared his throat, “CSM, do you mind taking fourth Platoon for the day? Lieutenant Winters looks like he’s going to faint in second.” It was more an order than a request and he left Delryn to get it done. He didn’t turn around as a man in a much more flashy uniform than any other stepped up beside him and looked out over the cadets. “General.” Artemis commented in greeting.

“Oh, you’re not ignoring me?” Desmond asked rather excitedly.

“What? Why would I be ignoring you?”

“Oh well, you know, I just figured you’d want to look all cool and such in front of your new cadets is all.” The General was making over exaggerated movements as he spoke with the Colonel, being rather loud.

“You’re hopeless.”

“And you’re too stiff! Oh well, I’m sure you’ll lighten up after a few drinks, you’re of age now right?” he hung over Artemis’ shoulder much to the colonel’s chagrin.

“Are you propositioning me, General?”

“Maybe, what if I was?” the General asked lewdly, finally eliciting a smile to break form the colonel’s straight face, the general jumped back claiming victory with gusto.

“First, Kalen would have my head on a platter… secondly; don’t you have a speech to give?”

“Ah! You had to bring that up!” he flittered his thumbs with a shy face and posture, “Hey, you wouldn’t be willing to give it instead would you?”

“No.”

“Wha-!” you didn’t even consider it!”

“Nope, and I never will… anyway, “his voice lowered so as to ensure no one over heard, “where is the headmaster? He should have been here an hour ago? We can’t put this off for much longer, at this rate the alumni won’t get their word in edgewise… and the new year starts at 0900, period, no exception.”

The general straightened up, “He’s headed into the city, the Noble’s council called an emergency meeting.”

“Is it that serious?” Artemis asked, not really specifying what.

The General seemed to be well aware as to what he was revering though, “Yeah, it is… why do you think they called the Five to his side.”

Artemis cursed, “How’s the old man?”

“Come on, you can show a little more respect than that can’t you?”

“What? I always call him Old Man. Is that a problem?”

“Well yes!”

“Then what should I call him?”

“Maybe ‘Your Majesty’ or ‘My Emperor’! It’s not hard!” the General sighed and returned his voice to a low level, having elevated it slightly, “He’s alright, they called us in the other day though, he wanted ot speak with the Five Apparents… two of which were absent.” He cast a shady gaze at Artemis, “Which reminds me, where were you last night? You did get the summons right?”

“Oh uh, yeah, I did but Anora had me take her to dinner in town to make up for a major screw up and well uh.”

“Uh, honestly, you’d think that the number four in the line of succession could show a little more enthusiasm for the throne!”

“Oh, I’m still number four?”

“I didn’t say that… you were downgraded, Maretta is the new number four, you’re five now. That’s what you get for not showing up.” The General added with a slight ‘it’s your own damn fault’ kind of tone.

Artemis, however, seemed un-phased, “So who was there?’

“Lady Heritosh was already by his side when I arrived. But Lord Maretta had apparently come and went by then. Judith showed up too, but you were clearly indisposed and Marshal Octavian is at the western front right now.

“Ah… what did he want?”

“Well he was mostly out of it, but the main thing was that he wanted to ensure we each knew that he had great hope for us all. The doctors didn’t know why but his condition just wasn’t improving.”

“So the exhaustion?-”

“A ruse, it’s just to keep the public from freaking out, they wouldn’t have been told anything if he hadn’t collapsed in a reception… and before you ask no, it wasn’t poison, they analyzed everything at the dinner, whatever this is it’s natural.” The Generals hardened face broke again just as it had when he’d first came up to Artemis, “But, the old gu- uh I mean, his Majesty is pretty tough, I have no doubt he’ll pull through whatever this is, his aura was as strong as ever.”

Artemis cursed, “I’m suddenly regretting that delicious steak last night.”

“Oh, where’d you go?”

“What? The situation is like this and you’re thinking about food-”

“General!” a stern voice broke into their conversation as a woman approached, at the sight of her however Desmond moved behind Artemis.

“Oh uh, hey there, Kalen. What’s up? Do you need something?” he asked with a sheepish look in his eyes.

Kalen put her hands on her hips and stared him down, “Yes, actually, you! You’ve got a speech to make in five minutes, it’s time you fall the Battalion in!” she marched around Artemis and grabbed the General’s arm, pulling him along with her as she headed back to the podium. “Sorry, Colonel, we’ll catch up later okay? Have thme fall in if you don’t mind.”

“No problem, you be careful and don’t let him slip away again Kalen!” Artemis replied before turning back to his company, “Company fall in!” he called out. It was a simple matter of those how had moved getting back in place and his company was ready.

The General returned to the Podium, Caspian looking at him the whole way, he’d noticed him approach as had most in the company and like most of the cadets was looking at him in disbelief. That moron in our battalion commander? that was clearly on the mind of most of the cadets ,however everyone who had been at the school before didn’t have that look at all and rather had a gaze of admiration and respect if they looked toward the man. Caspian thought it strange. The clock chimed again, a whole hour had passed without anyone knowing, and all four companies had fallen into place.

Stepping up to the Podium the General cleared his throat and tapped the microphone, “Uh… Ahem. Can, can you guys uh hear me… i-is this thing. Oh, it’s on? Good uh. Unfortunately the Headmaster is currently indisposed so we will be , uh, amending the schedule slightly , and I’ll make the opening remarks. Th-thank you.” He cleared his throat again and spoke much more clearly this time, though Caspian was again at the moron stage, “Welcome, both new and old students of Archon Academy, to this the first day of the new term. I’d also like to welcome the many family and friends that have shown up today to support our new cadets. They’ve come to show their pride in what you’ve done, and that pride is well placed. Here, at our prestigious school, we become what most strive to dream of being. It is in these hallowed halls that so many of the greatest our Empire has ever known have found their calling, and it is my hope that you too will find yours here. The entrance selection has brought us the very best of you all, but this is not the end of your journey. No.”

The General was certainly showing signs of split personality with is speech, as he’d started barely able to make it through one sentence and yet the moment he began to focus he was fluent in a way Caspian never felt he could be before such a crowd, “This is the very beginning, here you will strive, here you will compete, and here you will become the next leaders of this great and powerful nation. I wish you all the very best of luck, however I do so with the knowledge that of the hundreds standing before me, only a few dozen will ever cross this stage. All of you are capable of greatness, and indeed all of you will achieve it someday in your own way, but only those how are strong will graduate from this school. Never forget the pride you feel right now, standing in this crowd of th best of the best, because that is what will fuel you into the future, however do not be consumed by it, for that pride will drag you form our graces just as swiftly. It is-”

Over the past few sentences a thunderous sound had been growing in the south east of the plaza and at last it crescendo’ed to a deafening roar as a Vertilift appeared on the horizon, cresting over the mountain that separated the Academy and the Capitol. The Aircraft was painted with the Academy seal and colors and as it flew over the parade ground, sending several caps flying and skirts blowing, the vessel made to land at the clearing behind the companies. “Uh… it is… ahem, excuse me for a moment.” The General stepped down and moved forward to look out as the door on the Vertilift opened.

A man in a blue suit and with several military officials stormed out, marching rather hurriedly across the courtyard. Still being picked up by the microphone the generals voice echoed although a great deal quieter than during his speech, “Headmaster, sir, you’ve arrived.”

The man didn’t answer and instead ascended to the stage and pulled the general aside, whispering in his ear with a blank face. The General was at first as clueless as the rest but as the man spoke to him, the others unable to hear a thing, Desmond’s face changed from confusion to something akin to despair. The Man patted the general’s arm and moved to the Podium, “Ahem… I must apologize for my absence; and my untimely arrival.” Those behind were whispering amongst themselves and was everyone else, all wondering what could be going on, “I am afraid I must dispense with the formalities as I have come with grave news…” every last whispering voice stopped abruptly as all ears leant to the man in the suit, “I regret to inform you all that our beloved Emperor Augustus VI has passed away as of 0617 this morning of apparent heart failure…”

“What!?”

Rallen found his place in line rather easily and quickly after all he would ever so much hate to displease his mother. Formation where all second boring to him as he let out a yawn but still kept rank without any issue. Despite all the things he’d weather be doing it couldn’t be helped. The higher ups all need to feel like they were running some great military force, and to be fair they kind of where, and show it off like some kind of trophy. “Can’t be helped I suppose.” Rallen said softly with a sigh. Did people actually find this entertaining? Or better yet did anyone outside of the military even care? He looked around to see who was part of the new squad he found himself in and saw Caspian along with Rey. He raised a brow a bit thinking fate had a funny way of working. It was probably best that way at least like this he didn’t have to deal with people who were unreasonable or at least he hoped.

He waited patiently for the Lieutenant to show up to him. He looked at his gauntlet that rest comfortable on his left hand and frowned at it. “This should be good.” He spoke under his breath. Rallen turned his attention to the fellow and listened to rather politely if anything to make up for the yawn from earlier. He lifted up his left arm a bit and shrugged at his question. “Didn’t read my file did you?” He chuckled at the fellow and dropped his hand back to his side. “I’d take it off but I do ever so much like living you know.” He gave the man a smile as he walked on and turned back to the stage waiting what would come next.

Much like the walking around, he found the speech rather boring though the change of tone put a smile on his face. At a point he just sort of faded out from the speech going into his own little world in his head just waiting for it to be over to he could go home and leave from the peering eyes of his mother. He woke from his trance at the sound of the air ship coming in. He peered out to the exit looking to see the headmaster walk in and up to the stage. He listened to every word the man spoke it was clear by the entrance something was wrong. Hearing the news of the emperor’s death his eyes turned serious as the crowd began to act up. He knew fully well what was to fallow the man’s death and he kept his focused on the headmaster toning out the noise of the others.

Karu at attention at his spot, seated and at stand and seated back on his chair. Looks around as he tries to see if he can recognize anyone, but to no avail no one except for Medical General Kayle, he looks for a moment until his eyes become diverted to full attention at the battalion commander just listening to his speech as it impacted Karu. Thinking to himself briefly,

"(Wow, is this going to happen the my in the future? Most likely not, but it's great to dream; it looks glorious and yet, at the same time nerve wrecking to stand up onto the podium as such and talk in great lengths of this school, yet as well must not be from wars and uprisings and falls that time has slowly whittled down, corroding my very soul. I don't think i could handle this, so I shouldn't try to get my hopes up and aim for such a high role, I just have to get through my first battle. As my father used to say when I was young, at the time I didn't know what it meant, but I do now... 'You're only strong when you decide to spare a life, not take it away.' I learned from that greatly, although in my mind I feel the inkling of morbidness from this as well, 'when taking someone's life, the choice is yours yet the possibility is going to be high. Will you be able to sleep at night, or not at all?' As this other comment struck into my mind. I don't understand both of them, yet individually they make sense. Why?...)"

Karu goes through several and more thoughts in his mind thinking deeply as he further proves himself wrong again and again with counter arguments going throughout his mind. His eyes as slowly shifting color at a rapid, but consistent rate:red, green, and yellow; as his hair is long enough his face is staring to the ground with his hands to his head as the neighbor cadets look at him with worry and try to shake him back to reality. Karu wakes up from such conversation with himself and his hair covering his eyes just enough that no one is able to see them where Karu just barely arrived back into the ending of the loud thunderous and deafening cheers as it quickly died down. Looking back to the others he shifts his hair to the right and his eyes are normal again as he looks at the commander once more upon looking at the headmaster whispering to the Battalion Commander, Karu looking in confusing where he has been the last few moments almost forgot to tell his neighbors that he was fine, letting them know to ease their worry and look at him with a uneasy smile still, makes them feel better but not that much.

The last words Karu listens to, “I regret to inform you all that our beloved Emperor Augustus VI has passed away as of 0617 this morning of apparent heart failure…” Looking at the headmaster with shock and surprise leaving himself speechless with no words to convey as he just stares on.

Hardly anyone noticed the silver haired teen when she descended the steps to attend the ceremony. Hardly anyone paid any attention to her as well. Almost as if she was invisible.

That was because this girl seemed to lack a visible aura that were otherwise the identification needed by humans. Even without looking, any aura could be felt by any pro efficient Magus and locate the person. But it seemed that Elphida's almost non-existant aura was unable to be detected by most of the greenhorn students, and even the higher ranking ones. It worked well for her though, since she really didn't enjoy being stared at with mocking eyes.

Yes. She wasn't a Guardian, wasn't a Magus, she was just nothing. She had no strength, no magical power either. People just couldn't leave her alone without drilling that into her mind.

Elphida had her arms crossed and was tapping her finger as she waited in line with her squad.

'First Platoon under Leader Daniel Williams, Squad Two, Class E, Rank Cadet, Squad Leader Rey Vandelion.' she repeated over in her head, after memorizing it in her head the past few days when she was alone in her room. Which reminded her... when was her roommate arriving?

She took a glance at the members of her squad, a white haired male with what seemed to be a gauntlet in his hand and two black haired males, one looking rather wirey and unkept, the other was just as slim and had a sword by his belt. Although both of them seemed weak, but Elphida would bet her virginity that they were far more capable than she was. That was an easy victory, seeing as how Elphida could hardly do anything with magic.

Inspection was carried out by a seemingly happy-go-lucky man...who was in fact their General, Daniel Williams. She watched him go around inspecting each student from the squad, a few smiles here and there and a short moment with a Lieutenant ranked student, speaking as if they'd known each other for years.

As expected, the General walked right past her without giving her a second glance. Her presence was totally diminished by the fact that her aura was non-existant. She sighed and tapped her fingers again, glancing down at herself to make sure she seemed presentable despite not being examined.

Elphida had chosen to wear the uniform with a slight adjustment to the pants. While most other students tucked their pants into the inside of their boots, Elphida decided to loosen the edges of the pants, making them fall straight down as if like a smaller hakama. This allowed her to wear her knee-high boots without feeling uncomfortable.

'Just a minor modification. It feels tight and restrictive.' she went through her lines if she was ever questioned about it, though is was partly the truth. She ran a hand through the sheathe of the Archon Academy standard issued sword, hopefully that would prove enough...unless they made her fight.

After waiting, finally the Headmaster arrived. Listening intently to the Headmaster was one thing to Elphida, but hearing those last lines shocked her to the very core.

'No...No way.'

“I regret to inform you all that our beloved Emperor Augustus VI has passed away as of 0617 this morning of apparent heart failure…”

Great... Just... great... Another one of those boring ceremonies... I guess I'll have to hold out for now... Rey, wondered in his own thought in the front line of cadets. The constant noise and laughter of the students, anxiously waiting for the beginning of the ceremony, certainly was not a help to Rey, as he fights off the boredom with his fingers. He started doing weird movements with his fingers, almost as if dancing, and the students in front started staring at him confusedly. He was lost in thought before noticing the stares around him. He quickly stopped and whistled, as if pretending nothing happened.

He tried his best to avoid stares from the cadets, and his laid back personality just had to kick in now, as he sat down and yawned a huge lot. He scratched the back of his head and as he placed his hands back down, he felt something similar. Something he had always toyed with every time he is bored, and whenever he felt like listening to his music. It was his MP3 player that hung lazily on his neck. He quickly noticed it and press the ON button, which musics then after followed, following smoothly into his ears, at the same time, able to hear the boring speech.

Suddenly, a big helicopter thing flew down, and who came out didn't really surprised Rey; given that he's very lazy. The headmaster stepped up on the stage, and announced something people would find Rey as weird; he wasn't shocked that the emperor died. Instead, he just stared at the cadets who all gasped and and turned their heads left and right, as if panicking, having no idea as to what to do. "Why is everyone so scared? Not like the whole entire nation's about to fall. Not to me, anyways." He mumbled under his breath. It can be clearly heard by the other sergeants and commanders, but they chose to ignore it. Reason? They knew he would replied with that. They had been with him long enough to know how he would react to these sort of things. Even he in his first year, seeing the accidental death of a cadet never piqued his interest; instead, sleeping did.

Seeing the old man announced that just made him more sleepier, and he wwas almost to the point where he could sleep right that instance and not wake up until it's over. But no, a friend sergeant of his attempted to have him stay awake by giving him one of those caffeine pills to make him stay awake. He swallowed one. And his eyes were slightly less heavy. "Least it did helped..." He again mumbled under his breath and waved his hand, small, but noticeable by his friend. He replied with a nod, and went back to standing firmly.

Rey sorta stood out in the crowd, seeing as he is the only one who was sitting down and yawning every moment. The cadets all either stared at him or laughed, but some thought of him as arrogant. But why would he care? Well, they got news from him. He never cared how people thought about him and he never will. Why? Cause screw them. This is his life, and ain't no one's about to tell him what to do.

Immediately, Rey spun his head left and right. Seems like emotions got the best of him, and it was later under control. His emotions are easily swayed by music, and the music which played just now was a depressing and arrogant rock music, which had him felt that way them. He'd only listen to his headphones when he wants to escape something boring, and also in fights; where his favorite musics will pump up his adrenaline, making his focus on attacks more better. He continued observing the cadets, whole paying the most attention at his squad, trying to burn their image into his mind so that he doesn't forget their faces; since he always forgets names.

Delryn had finally found his way back to his spot standing in front of Artemis as he waited, as he had passed Daniel he had pointed the little heathen out to him...."Hes gonna be your problem child..." Delryn would say in passing clasping Daniel on the shoulder after a crisp salute. But now the ceremony had started. Delryn stood at behind fourth platoon his eyes scrutinizing the details of their uniforms they were all his and Artemisis but today he would strive to fix them individually As the command Post came out Delryn swiftly moved to the front of the formation as General Desmond stepped out and began his address.
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Michale stood there as the lieutenant came through inspecting him "No sir just lucky, but its like I told her sir..Its only cheating if you get caught..."

He answered quickly before Daniel would move on again, then the waiting game started, he really hopped the next four years were not going to be like this to much, just standing around waiting for some speech but finally the speech came... and as it was given Suddenly a Vertlift had landed. Then there was whispering, and finaly someone else spoke...."And their goes any semblance of a normal four years i suppose at Archon..." Michale said out loud.sucking a bit of air through his teeth.

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As the News was delivered Delryn stood there at attention as a few whispered behind him he spun around on his heals and gave a small quite but sharp bark. "I did not give you permission to talk you are still at attention...." before spinning around and standing in place.Delryn quickly began to think to himself. "The old man had died....that means someone else is going to be taking over the reigns and he knew two of the possible applicants." Delryn looked up to Artemis with a stare that could kill teh company needed to be dismissed to their rooms and the staff needed to take a day to move forward and discusse what this meant on their end....

The murmuring burst aloud again, this time more of a dull roar. The man was still speaking but none could understand as the voices of confusion amongst the crowd rose.

Desmond stepped forward, a green seal forming at his mouth, as he spoke, “Battalion, Atten-tion!” his voice boomed like an explosion, nearly making Caspian cover his ears in surprise. However he swiftly snapped too as did everyone else, the family members growing quiet. After a moment theGeneral nodded to the Headmaster to continue

“I am amiss to say that this is not the only ill news I bring… Immediately following His Majesty’s death Imperial Marshal Octavian was to rise to the throne, however at the time she was serving courageously as is her duty on the western front… where sh-she fell.” Not a soul in the crowd was without a shocked look, an unprecedented crisis had just befallen their nation and not a soul there was foolish enough to believe elsewise, “the Noble’s Council has just concluded an emergency meeting… and as this situation is of gravest importance has declared a state of emergency for the Empire, placing all power into the hands of Parliament for a time of seventy two days.” The murmuring returned although much more lightly now. Given a moment to breathe the man continued.

“No doubt many of you are wondering why I am telling you all this, as most of you would have found out immediately following the ceremony otherwise. Allow me to explain, as due to the istuation the standard lines of succession have been broken, which will directly affect each and every one of you.” Caspian was not an ignorant person and the moment this began he could tell where it was heading, but no, they wouldn’t, would they? “The Noble’s Council has deliberated and after consulting myself and other heads of education the Empire over have decided to enact the Rite of the Challenge of Succession, to begin,” he looked back to Desmond, why Caspian was unsure however still he waited for the General to nod before continuing, “To being immediately.” Voices rose again but the Headmaster spoke over them this time, just barely heard, “As such, the typical ceremonial opening of the school shall be forgone. All cadets are here by ordered to report to their respective commanders and begin their training. And… Quiet! Quiet please!”

The other generals stood, reacting with almost instant realization at what the Headmaster had in mind, they didn’t look happy, “Also, as a special edict to the standard laws of Archon Academy and in accordance with the Rite of Succession the following rules will be amended. 1. All freshmen will be permitted to issue personal and squad challenges, as opposed to the standard wait of half a semester. 2. Merit standings hold however as of today all merits and demerits will begin being counted toward the Rite instead of being calculated internally. 3. All students must participate in the Rite.” He raised his arms and those sitting behind him stood, “As of this moment I declare this term at Archon Academy to be open. Commanders, please take charge of your units and may the greatest of you succeed. May glory forever shine on our Empire!”

Caspian was no doubt like the others as he slammed his fist over his heart like the others and cried out the same, “May glory forever shine on our Empire!” to the man before him, numb and unfeeling. He was still stuck on the death of the empire, and then the Rite of Succession? He couldn’t understand, he couldn’t process, and yet he knew at that moment that everything about the school he’d heard was suddenly changed. It was suddenly a dozen times worse.

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.

She was standing in formation next to Jana staring at the General while he gave his speech. How inspirational. Her eyes sparkled at the General, locked onto every word he spoke, then suddenly she turned around to see the Vertilift flying towards the Academy, when it came close her skirt gave a short lift, holding onto her hair and her skirt Lucy awed at the flying wonder. Once it landed some old man came walking up to the podium. Must be the Headmaster.. But then he spoke in a grave tone, “I regret to inform you all that our beloved Emperor Augustus VI has passed away as of 0617 this morning of apparent heart failure," She did not know the Emperor personally but she was sad, her head filled with many questions. Who will rule now? Will the Empire fall apart? What will happen if that happens?

The Headmaster gave out another name who died, Imperial Marshal Octavian had fallen in the western front. Why is everyone dying? Now they are putting power into Parliament. Mother will have to dedicate all her time to running the Empire for twenty-seven days. What in the world is to happen next?!

“The Noble’s Council has deliberated and after consulting myself and other heads of education the Empire over have decided to enact the Rite of the Challenge of Succession, to begin,” The Headmaster spoke using the glowing seal over his mouth so he could be heard amist the confusion.

Rite of the Challenge of Succession? Its only the start of the year and yet all this is happening!

She would hold her fist to her heart like the rest of the students and chant, "May glory forever shine on our Empire!" After the students began to talk she turned to Jana, who started blurting out statements, "What if your father has to be sent to the Western Front?" "Your mother is going to be so busy working in the parliament!" Lucy just simply hugged Jana and sat her head on Jana's shoulder. "In times of Chaos we must be ever so viligant and remain powerful."

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.

The uproar was instantaneous but General Desmond stepped forward, a seal forming in front of his mouth, enhancing his voice as he told the students to stand attention. It seemed that the bad news wasn't over...

“I am amiss to say that this is not the only ill news I bring… Immediately following His Majesty’s death Imperial Marshal Octavian was to rise to the throne, however at the time she was serving courageously as is her duty on the western front… where sh-she fell.” there was an air of shock hanging in the crowd. “the Noble’s Council has just concluded an emergency meeting… and as this situation is of gravest importance has declared a state of emergency for the Empire, placing all power into the hands of Parliament for a time of seventy two days.” The murmuring returned although much more lightly now. Given a moment to breathe the man continued.

“No doubt many of you are wondering why I am telling you all this, as most of you would have found out immediately following the ceremony otherwise. Allow me to explain, as due to the istuation the standard lines of succession have been broken, which will directly affect each and every one of you.” Oh no...They were kidding, aren't they? This isn't true...it couldn't be. “The Noble’s Council has deliberated and after consulting myself and other heads of education the Empire over have decided to enact the Rite of the Challenge of Succession, to begin,” he looked back to Desmond, why Caspian was unsure however still he waited for the General to nod before continuing, “To being immediately.” Voices rose again but the Headmaster spoke over them this time, just barely heard, “As such, the typical ceremonial opening of the school shall be forgone. All cadets are here by ordered to report to their respective commanders and begin their training. And… Quiet! Quiet please!”

The other generals stood, reacting with almost instant realization at what the Headmaster had in mind, they didn’t look happy, “Also, as a special edict to the standard laws of Archon Academy and in accordance with the Rite of Succession the following rules will be amended. 1. All freshmen will be permitted to issue personal and squad challenges, as opposed to the standard wait of half a semester. 2. Merit standings hold however as of today all merits and demerits will begin being counted toward the Rite instead of being calculated internally. 3. All students must participate in the Rite.” He raised his arms and those sitting behind him stood, “As of this moment I declare this term at Archon Academy to be open. Commanders, please take charge of your units and may the greatest of you succeed. May glory forever shine on our Empire!”

They... had to participate no matter what? And people could challenge each other to fights?

Elphida was as good as dead in such an environment, to which she was thinking would be lenient until the Rite of Challenge of Succession came into play. Despite her dread, she crawled her hand to her chest and made a fist.

"May Glory forever shine on our Empire!" she chanted along with the others.

No doubt...the first day would be chaos after this.

Kayle took his seat on the stage with the other generals happy he didn't have to stand through Desmond's little show and speech. It always frustrated him how lackadaisical the General seemed, but then the frustration would fade as the general went bi-polar and suddenly became an admirable figure. Kayle knew he was the same way once he was on the field or with a patient.

He didn't really start paying attention until the news of the emperor hit. It was in that moment Kayle was happy he was sitting or he might have stepped out of line. The death of the emperor was not to be taken lightly, and for him to have died so suddenly from heart failure none the less. Instantly Kayle wished he could have been there for that medical procedure, but the medical professionals for the emperor would be specialists in cardio-vascular health in this case, not combat. He wanted the details, to be sure something hadn't gone wrong, perhaps an assassination plot had succeeded. His thoughts began to race as he went through the medical causes for heart failure.

The general's thoughts were ended abruptly as the headmaster turned the topic over to the matter of succession. For a moment Kayle looked visibly ill, the Rites of Succession, circumstances that would lead to competition between students which could very easily turn into a blood bath.

All students must participate that meant all students, cadets, sergeants, generals, even medical corps personnel would be forced to participate. As the Medical Corps general he couldn't help but worry that things would get out of hand. One would hope training and morals topped the human mind but Kayle knew from psychi evaluations for PTSD and other issues that some students were less stable than others and might take this challenge as an opportunity to snap or use their special skills for dark purposes. Kayle stood up and approached Desmond on the stage.

"Desmond." Kayle whispered, grabbing the other general's attention. "This is madness, the rites of succession are going to get innocent students killed. Not everyone is here for the glory of the empire or whatever patriotic bull he just tried to pull. Can't you just take the damn throne and be done with it?" He continued in a hushed voice trying to contain his anger at the situation and not draw attention to the two of them up on stage.

Rallen scanned the crowd looking for reactions to the news of the rite of succession. This wasn’t good and he knew this. Things were going to get bad and fast. He turned to his own left hand his eyes peering over the gantlet in its place. “What am I to do?” he thought to himself his eyes locked on the gauntlet. Someone in this room was to be the next rule and many he assumed wanted it for selfish reasons our pure. So what was he to? Simply wait it out and protect himself? Or maybe he should try to actually win? At the very least that way he wouldn’t have to worry about any other power hungry cur taking over. But that’s not what he wanted to be.

All these ideas flashed throw his head as he contemplated on what he should do. Then he had a thought and a light smile crossed his face. Sit back and uncover what it was everyone was after. Then from what he knew take out the power hungry ones and allow some one worthy take the crown someone with some damn sense as to stop this event from happening again. People where going to die this much was true, people who didn’t deserve it people who simply wanted to protect this country where going to die simply because it’s allowed now. He looked up from his hand and looked over his fellow squad members. What was it they thought about all of this? Did they just want the power? Or maybe they were like him? He placed his hand on his chest like all the others but no words came from his mouth no chant and no praise. As far as he was concerned this country had given his life up for forfeit along with the lives of all the students brought to this school.

“I am amiss to say that this is not the only ill news I bring… Immediately following His Majesty’s death Imperial Marshal Octavian was to rise to the throne, however at the time she was serving courageously as is her duty on the western front… where sh-she fell.”

Yet again, a yawn took his mouth. These death things were getting really boring. He looked around the place with his tired expression, and the worrying and gasping of the cadets actually proved less effect to him. It only made him feel as if watching a dramatically cheesy show where everyone over exaggerates over just about anything. If he was really in a theater, he would've forgotten his popcorn and drink, and will fall asleep midway through the movie. But this ain't happening, as the voice of his friend made him realize he's in reality.

“the Noble’s Council has just concluded an emergency meeting… and as this situation is of gravest importance has declared a state of emergency for the Empire, placing all power into the hands of Parliament for a time of seventy two days.”

Now what? A quick meeting of the 'council' and it had been decided? Shouldn't this be a grave matter to the Empire, and they should have had a meeting that solves literally everything? But instead they decided to rely on the Parliament. What an irresponsible 'council' this Empire has, Rey thought in his own imagination. Well, he might have been wrong, but still. Entrusting the throne to some stranger? Now that's really desperate.

“No doubt many of you are wondering why I am telling you all this, as most of you would have found out immediately following the ceremony otherwise. Allow me to explain, as due to the situation the standard lines of succession have been broken, which will directly affect each and every one of you.”

Well, he was right. They were about to entrust the throne to a stranger and they don't care about it. At least find someone worthy for the throne and make sure he's a good guy, dumb asses. He thought to himself. The council must have been desperate. Really, desperate to resort to that. Well, he wasn't in the position to decide that, so he just let it all go like the wind.

“As such, the typical ceremonial opening of the school shall be forgone. All cadets are here by ordered to report to their respective commanders and begin their training. And… Quiet! Quiet please!”

"Oh shit. Something's 'bout to happen, and I ain't gonna like it." He mumbled, as the captains and commanders all froze and seemed as if they had an idea of what's about to happen. This time, though, he was curious. Since he was only here the second year, he wouldn't know what's about to happen. His eyes suddenly went a bit bigger, and he temporary killed the volume of his music.

“Also, as a special edict to the standard laws of Archon Academy and in accordance with the Rite of Succession the following rules will be amended. 1. All freshmen will be permitted to issue personal and squad challenges, as opposed to the standard wait of half a semester. 2. Merit standings hold however as of today all merits and demerits will begin being counted toward the Rite instead of being calculated internally. 3. All students must participate in the Rite.”

The students all gasped, at the declaration of the Rite of Succession was announced, and the rules the followed after. The first rule wasn't that harsh. He can just escape the battle any moment and what's more, he can just don't participate in it! What a smart idea Rey hatched. For the second, he had absolutely no idea what it meant. Come one, Rey ain't smart, neither will he ever be one either. He's just too damn plain, boring and most of all, stupid. Well, can't blame him. Okay, the third rule was too much. Every student have to join? That's outrageous. Well, not to the headmaster, who had his hands up like a boss. Okay, maybe he was, but that still doesn't mean he can just steal the student's freedom, just like that! Now, Rey will have to be on his guard everyday, every time. "Great. Just. Great."

“As of this moment I declare this term at Archon Academy to be open. Commanders, please take charge of your units and may the greatest of you succeed. May glory forever shine on our Empire!”

"May glory never shine on this shitty Empire!" Is what he wanted to say, but if he did, it would only make things worse for him. Well, he'll just have to go along with this. He finally stood up and made his presence known to his group, while being approach by the Lieutenant of his platoon. "Ya need something?"

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.

Desmond was furious although he didn’t show it, his stoic face was blunt and his military bearing held fast. The words the head master had whispered in his ear still rung in his head, ”Sorry, Desmond, but it seems the Nobles know you a little better than we thought… they have no intention of letting you take the throne, not even when by unlucky chance… they’re calling for the Rite.” The General was numb as the headmaster informed the students and family of the events before them. They got rowdy and without even thinking he called the whole lot to attention to shut them up, he was on auto pilot as his mind rushed through all the data he’d absorbed. No doubt others in the crowd were shocked at the Emperor’s passing, and he also knew that many weren’t’ really too surprised. They, however, had not been at the man’s bedside the night before, had not heard his worries. The emperor was in perfect health, sure he’d gone to he hospital but that was simply a matter of mother-nature, and then for the Marshall to be killed in battle? It wasn’t impossible; in fact it was rather probable given the state of war, however… this all seems too damn convenient… he glanced at the Generals as the Headmaster made his finishing statements, and unlike the others he and Kayle did not resound the national chant. They were too busy staring each other down, conversing in private without a word spoken, until the other officer stood up. Damn it Kayle! Time and place, you bastard, time and place!

It was already too late as Kayle voiced concerns that were no doubt on the minds of dozens of parents and cadets in the field before them, thankfully the microphone didn’t pick him up. Desmond spoke rather gently to the man attempting to calm him, “Kayle, I understand your concern but-”

“That’s enough, Nekorin, sit down. These orders come from way above your pay grade, and mine.” The headmaster snapped, stomping his foot slightly and cracking the ground beneath his heel. The Headmaster was an immensely strong Guardian, probably would rank around a class B or A senior, however his clout still mainly came from his position.

Yet there was one person at least on that stage that didn’t give a damn, Demsond stepped forward and cleared his throat, “Headmaster... While I understand that General Nekorin has an issue with timing, he also has a very valid point.” Desmond reasoned, glancing over his shoulder s the Cadets families began to file out. Bravo Company was being called to attention by its commander but Desmond wasn’t really paying attention to what was being ordered over there.

The headmaster turned on Desmond with far less civility than Desmond had shown him, “This is out of our hands and you know I’m not going to discuss this and that’s final!” the man went to stomp his foot again, this time at Desmond but he was stopped by the gaze coming from the young man’s eyes. Desmond was no fool, this literal ‘putting his foot down’ thing was not some scolding technique or a way of relieving stress but a threat, and the General picked right up on that.

“If you’re going to threaten me, Headmaster, be ready to back it up...” He commented coldly with a smooth finish that chilled the man to the bone, he was glad the others could barely hear them at that moment, “Regardless of the orders given in this instance your actions are disrupting the autonomy of the Corp of Cadets, Headmaster.” He let that sink in as he glanced to the field. As he looked out at his Battalion Bravo company began to disperse, the first to do so and he stepped up to the microphone, “Cadets, belay that order, remain at your post. Battalion, Stand at ease!” he ordered before turning to the headmaster with a softer look in his eye, “I know you’re only following orders sir, but if nothing else I think the students deserve a proper briefing, don’t you?” the head master nodded, turning to Kayle Desmond sighed, “I know it’s not ideal Kayle, they’re going over my head on this one… and this is asking a lot with recent events” he was revering to the incident with Sam, “but I ask you to trust me, at least for the moment.” He awaited the man’s reply, the Battalion before them unable to hear the exchange. The headmaster, meanwhile sent several of the battalion staff at the side of the stage to ensure the parents and families left swiftly, the public portion of the ceremony was over, time for the military cadets to get to work.

Lucy noticed that her Parents were getting swept off the grounds, she wanted to scream out to them to come and get their baby girl but she just stood there waving softly, She saw her mother trying to break through the guard, "My Baby Will Die!" She would wail out, but then her father picked mother off of her feet and carried her out of the grounds. Lucy felt the stares of many of Cadets shoot at her, she turned around and faced the ground beneath her feet, holding back a tear. What if someone does kill me? Lucy looked up bravely at the others. I will complete this 'Rite of Succession' for my family! Backed up by her confidence she kept on looking forward.

Kayle was not impressed by the headmaster's threats nor did he appreciate Desmond's reasoning. He believed his timing was just as good as the timing of all this, in a state of rising danger he was going to speak his mind. The frustration was still clear on his face.

"If briefing the students is all we can do then do it, might as well educate them on their situation, this is a school after all." Kayle compromised and the anger faded. "I'll meet with the Medical Corps later today, I know most of them will be as willing as I am to participate." He replied calmly without sarcasm. It took all of his control to walk across the stage with dignity before he returned to stand by his seat like a scolded child.

"I can't bring the dead back to life." Kayle cursed himself solemnly under his breath. There wasn't any stopping the rites now but at least he could say he tried something, this wasn't over yet.

Michale stared as he absorbed the information that was being passed...Everyone had a shot of being emperor, He could only imagine what that would mean if he could win his family would be taken care of for life. even their kids would be taken care of. But Michale mentally reprimanded himself.. No this wasnt his destiny he glanced around him people had been trained and prepped all their life for this. he was just some fluke r flaw in the system...this was not for him. He gave the national salute just like the others. wondering what was going to be said to them in private.
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Delryn gave a sigh as at ease was called and turned around looking at the lieutenant that he had replaced and pointed sharply at the spot he was standing on sending a clear message of stand here. as the green lieutenant took his rightful spot Delryn gave a crisp salute and looked up to the rises then shot a glance over at Daniel who would be the first to issue a rite who would draw first blood and did it even affect him after all this wasn't even his country He was a refugee of war taken in on someone else's eye for a good shot and kindness.

Kayle expressed his displeasure as Desmond stepped up to the Microphone again, “No one can, Kayle.” He commented before turning to the Battalion. He leaned forward and covered the mic, speaking to an aid that came forward, the man nodded and hurried off, instructing others near the gates. Due to their position some of the cadets might have over heard the order to ensure that no family attempted to reenter the grounds. “You can remain at rest, cadets, this time I’m going to speak plainly.” He said as he unclasp the cape and laying it across the podium and removed his hat, brushing his hair back before replacing the hat again, “I’m sure many of you are confused, and just as many are concerned… although, some may be indifferent…I know that for nearly all of us we came to this school with aspirations of reaching new heights, of becoming leaders of this Empire. But I’m not arrogant enough to think I can tell what all of you were thinking when you decided to attend this school, however regardless of your reasoning for coming each and every one of us has been granted a chance to lead this nation… I’m sure some of you are extremely excited, and others are absolutely terrified, after all the Rite of Succession is known to be incredibly dangerous.” He stepped away from the microphone, a small seal appearing at either side of his mouth as he paced the stage, his voice still echoing through the speakers, “I don’t fault those of you who want nothing to do with it. And while, as the headmaster has indicated, the Noble’s Council has ordered this to be compulsory rest assured that no one is going to force you to accept or declare any challenges. While at this school, during a regular term, you would have been subjected to the same situation, albeit at a later stage of your education. You will earn merits, it is how you accel at this school. Those merits will be counted towards both your standing here at Archon and your standing in the Rite…”

He stopped pacing to stand behind the podium again and stood behind it once more, “For those of you who do, however, wish to serve our nation by participating whole heartedly in the Rite, neither I nor any member of my staff,” He drew out the last few words as he turned to look at Kayle and the other Generals, “will inhibit you. However, that does not give you cart blanche to start fights for pleasure in the middle of the mess. The challenge system, as laid down in the by-laws of both the Empire and Archon Academy follows a strict set of rules. I won’t patronize you by reading you the full list, and I’m sure many of you would like nothing more than for me to shut my big mouth and let you go get changed, but it is my duty to brief you all on some key principals of this system. First and foremost a challenge can be turned down by the defending party, although this will be counted as a forfeit, and at any point during a challenge either party can retreat which does count as a defeat. Challenges will count towards one’s standing in the Rite, as well as your Class and rank standings here at Archon.” He took a breath and his demeanor change back from the slightly laid back and more intimate style to that of the General from before as he stood straighter, “Now for all of you who are barely paying attention, get your thumbs out your asses and listen up, I’m not going to accept any ignorance of this next law. These Challenges while on school grounds or in the surrounding area are not to the death. This is not some gladiatorial blood bath, these are duels between skilled opponents and as such are not tools of revenges.” Once more it felt like he was staring each of them in the eye, Caspian and Daniel both had a chill run their spine that froze each, despite differences in combat experience and age, in place. “As such… this school the Corp of Cadets, and I personally will not tolerate any who would use the Rite as an excuse to commit assault, or worse, murder…. Let me be absolutely clear… anyone found or suspected of attempting to do such, for malicious intents or otherwise, will answer directly to me…” he leaned closer to the microphone, “Do you all understand?” he asked slowly. He didn’t back away from the microphone until he heard a resounding call of ‘Sir, yes, sir’ come from the crowd. At last he saluted the unit, “Dismissed... and good luck to you all.”

He turned and motioned for the microphone to be shut off with a swift pull across his neck, looking at the Headmaster, “I’m ready and willing to accept punishment for my behavior, sir, however I will not be providing a public apology.” The Headmaster glared at him for a moment before sighing and shaking his head.

“They just snatched the throne right out from under you, Desmond, so I’ll let it slide… but if you ever speak to me like that again I’ll have your balls pinned above my office door! Do you understand me?” the Headmaster reprimanded.

“Sir, yes, sir.” Desmond replied, saluting the man who returned it and walked away, most of the teachers filing out as well. With the Cadets being dismissed by their company commanders Desmond looked to Kayle, “Kayle… do you have anything else you’d like to say?” he asked directly as the other generals filed out. Desmond was clearly just as furious as Kayle had been, and he probably had more reason to be, however still he was offering the other man a chance to vent, he owed him that for what had happened to Sam.

Kai had stood through the speech tall and immobile when he was at attention. Even the news of the emperor had seemed to do little towards his outer appearance. He knew though the impact the loss would mean for the military, but for the school the real shock was the fact the Rite of Succession. Everyone was involved, merits started a fresh for the Rite and anyone could challenge at will.

He was hoping challenges would not come his way too much, the odd challenge he would not mind, But as a combat specialist, a fireteam leader and physically quite a large person he suspected he might have to deal more then the odd one. This train of thought rather held his attention as he missed the commotion around him, to the point he only really came back to notice them being called at ease while the headmaster and the general had a discussion.

His mind was set though already, Survival was important. Those who sort the power too much would be butchered by the competition and those who sat back would be left in the dust. No Kai would make some attempt to earn merits but in no shape or form would he really go for it, he just wanted to make sure he survived in a decent position for his future.

Kayle continued to glare daggers at Desmond as he paced the stage giving his new opening speech to the rites despite the Headmaster's warning. It gave Kayle a new spark of encouragement, hope even, that maybe fear of the general's wrath might be enough to stop a bloodbath. His eyes softened and the sharpness of his aura turned into a soft glow of light. The general approached him with a question that Kayle almost chose not to answer out of pure respect for Desmond.

"Thank you." Kayle replied simply with the faintest of smiles on his face. He thought he felt like a boy among men before, now he felt even younger next to Desmond's wisdom in matters of leadership like this.

"Don't expect anymore than those two words in thanks because it can only go down hill from here Desmond. For now it will be safe, but I don't have the optimism to trust peaceful surrenders and forfeits will hold until the end. There will always be accidents." Kayle replied moving his fingers as quotation marks as he said accidents.

Karu looks around as his shock finally dissapates and stands at attention looking at Ethelyn with her remark "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." looking at her as she walks away and sighs as she leaves. Listening to the other speech at stage talking about the rites, challenges, and other stuff, thinking about it, "(So a power struggle I suppose... So then what? I'd be willing to do duels, but acting one out would think of it for a race for the top and that kind of popularity doesn't suit me, I'd get sick to my stomach. The only thing I have to ensure is that I must survive.)"