“ATTENTION, MAGGOTS!”

Colonel Mael Radec’s voice rings throughout the barracks, his eyes flitting over every recruit with a scrutinizing gaze.

“Today we will be sorting each recruit into their respective units.” He barks out, his stance rigid and on-guard.

He looks over at you, and suddenly scowls beneath his helmet.

“YOU! The er… Out-of-uniform one. You’ll be in my unit. Understood, Recruit?” His tone conveys that this is not up for debate, and he points at you.