((OOC)) Orimura Chifuyu stood at the front of the stage, stern and imposing, with an unmistakeable air of authority about her. The crowd was silent, waiting for her to speak. "I thank you all for coming today." She said, the microphone causing her already-commanding voice to be amplified. "For some of you, this is your first year here, and it will be your first real taste of what an IS unit is capable of. I urge you to remember this - what you are training for is a huge responsibility. It will not be easy. And it will be dangerous. However, if you stick with us, you can hold your head up high, kniwing you are as capable as we thought." "To returning students, I say this - times will be tough. Your training will only get harder from here on out. However, I believe you are all up to the task. You have proven yourselves already, and I do not doubt that you will continue to do so. And, to all of you, I wish you good luck. You are all the future of IS." The crowd erupted into applause, but the woman's stoic expression remained unchanged. When the noise died down, she spoke again. "That said, I am sure you are all well aware of the students that will be integrating with us. Here to introduce them to you, is the head of the team that created the Infinite Atmos systems - Terrence Clark." She moved to the side of the stage, and waited. Terrence had not arrived, and seemed to be running late. Or was he? Explosions sounded overhead, and the massive screen behind the stage turned itself on, to reveal the image of a man in a suit of red and gold armour. Rock music blared out of the speakers, somehow fitting the mood perfectly. He was skydiving, jetting deftly between the fireworks, not letting even a spark touch him. While in the air, he did all sorts of stunts - cartwheels, flips, poses, even a mid-air pirouette. If anything could be gathered from his performance, it was that he seemed to love showing off. A clang sounded as he finally landed, just in time for the music to finish. Once again, the crowd applauded. Even if the IA units and the people associated with them weren't fully trusted, there was no denying that that was an incredible display of skill. The person in the armour held his arms out to his sides, milking the applause, as his armour folded on itself, eventually compressing itself into a red and gold bracer on his right arm. Terrence Clark wasn't late - he had just decided to make a dramatic entrance. Which was rather typical of him, to say the least. "Thank you, thank you all! Oh, that felt great!" His grin, while immensely cheesy, was somehow rather charismatic. Clark had done interviews before - and he'd brandished this grin at least once every time. It was hard to tell what about it made him look so cool, but it was there nevertheless. "Now now, don't tire yourselves out just yet - why don't you welcome my boys with that kind of applause?" As if on cue, six units descended from the sky, leaving different-coloured trails behind them, each landing behind and to one side of Terrence. Nearest to his left was David Ross, in Piercer Blue. Each assumed a pose, which - while incredibly corny - carried an undeniable sort of charm to it.