It is the year 847, It's your first day In the 104th southern Cadet Corps. You, as well as all the other cadets stand in rows in the middle of a large open field, Commandant Keith Shadis walking through the several rows of cadets, harshly shouting In the faces of cadets for an introduction of themselves and/or their reason for being here, correcting their stances or insulting them. Some of the cadets appear nervous, intimidated or worried, others stone-faced and calm. Shadis continues walking through each row, his hands behind his back, his expression harsh, his gaze piercing.