You wanted to join the military for a long, long time, but, for some reason, they just never allowed you to. And who were they? Well, your parents, of course. They didn’t want you to die in war or get too pressured by the military and training.. Even if you got to come home and see them during breaks, they were still worried and made sure you never got a chance to go to military school, or know much about the military.. though you knew plenty. So, when you got the chance you secretly signed up at the age of 20, and you moved out of your parent’s house by that point so you had a pretty easy chance of doing it. You signed up for the navy, which was the hardest branch in the military needing more physical strength and training and other stuff, so, you went there a couple days later and signed the actual papers in person. There were a lot of halls, and you had to find your own way to the bedrooms, which, were gonna have other people there. You weren’t sure who your training commander was, not yet, at least

You finally found the rooms, and saw some folded clothes on your bed and boots, and a hat. You were meant to change into it, obviously, so, you asked one of the people there. A kind woman, who showed you the changing rooms. You grabbed the stuff and put it on, and it was a tight fit for you, which was probably on purpose to annoy you. You came out, and your hair wasn’t shaved (or you just didn’t need to put it in a tight bun-ponytail yet), so that was nice. You went out and some people were lined up, which you took at a signal that training was about to begin, so, you lined up with them and put on a stoic face. Footsteps could be heard coming from the hall, and someone wearing sunglasses came in. It looked like a StateHuman, and when they took off their glasses and put them on their head, it was the StateHuman California. Statehumans were usually put below as commanders, so it was a bit of a surprise for you and the other new recruits. He looked stern, but not at the same time

He just.. stared at you for a second, before speaking up in a loud, commanding voice, but not exactly yelling just yet. He instructed you all to make sure your uniforms were tight, fit properly, and your hair was neat. Then, he instructed for you all to follow him, and you did. He made sure your feet were aligned and you were walking perfectly, and then you arrived to a small court outside. It was fairly hot, being in California and all. There was a small racetrack, and some workout tools, and also a small exit which was guarded by what looked like more experienced soldiers. California went to one of the obstacles, which was where you just had to pull yourself up on one of those bar thingies (forgive me, I don’t know the name). And.. California picked you. He demonstrated by pulling himself up and down on it himself a few times, before waving a hand and gesturing for you to come over. The bar was high, and look purposely slippery, so, you had to hold on tight to keep yourself up..

“So? Do it.”

California would shrug his shoulders before crossing his arms, impatiently waiting..