Drill Sergeant. Julian Kayle Combined Legion of Planets Training Camp, Scorra 66.14.2890 Some people join the Legion of Planets because they need a second chance. Some people because they need that kinship, some for other reasons. Whatever reason they used to come here, there is no turning back. You came to the Legion of Planets, it didn’t come to you. Here, you’ll be pushed to your limits; your mental, your physical, you’re emotional and spiritual. And then we will push you passed that and break you. We will destroy everything you had once been, and build you into a better being. It isn’t going to be made easy for any of them; some of them will not make it. And that, my friend, is a fact. Some of them will leave with their tails glued between their legs; some might even die in training. The ones that make it will never be the same, but will be grateful for it. I hope they understand that they will never see their families again, their original lives ruined. Because upon boarding that ship, they have already taken the Cadet’s Vow; I will push myself to whatever length my betters see fit to push me to. I will stop myself from reacting on my own. I am no longer my own being until I have passed The March. I will uphold honour and honesty; I will never lie to my team. I will freely accept the Black brand if I quit or if I have dishonoured myself to the extent of banishment. I will follow orders no matter how hard they are on me or others. I will give everything I do one hundred and forty percent. I will accept any punishment for whatever ill-behaviour I display. My family is my team. Those who were with me before my birth will not matter to me; they will be just citizens once I return as a Legionnaire. My life belongs to the Legion of Planets. Once they have signed the contract the day prior to the pickup, they have made their vow. If found deserting us, they will be given the death sentence. So, I can only hope that they knew what they were doing when they signed up, because I will show them no mercy. I can promise them however, to make them better men, women…beings, than ever before, and turn these creatures into soldiers. Signed by, Drill Sergeant. Julian Kale Julian Kayle; he was one of the roughest drill sergeants out on Scorra. He didn’t put up with people who complained too much, whined about their back hurting, their feet, their legs…he’d make them stand on whatever hurt. He didn’t put up with liars, and stupidity. Selfish people would suffer almost the worst as they watched their team members suffer for what they’d done; he wasn’t the kind that went back and said sorry for whatever he had to do. Because he wasn’t sorry, not at all. He believed that people became better than their will when they were broken completely, and only when they dropped the crap they’d been carrying around would they ever learn that your past doesn’t matter; in order to live, one must be able to stay in the present. Either die in the past or survive for the future. He would weed out the weakness from the ranks. There he stood at the docking floor, hands held behind his back, legs spread and his face stoic. He was ready for whatever came out of the ship that was closing in. Julian Kayle was originally from Arviania, a planet north of Earth. His parents weren’t always on the best terms, so he would often time venture outside during the worst of their fighting. One day, when he turned nine, he was abducted by slave traffickers. His parents never saw him again, and he never had the desire to find them again. He was sold to the Legion of Planets by a couple who needed the money his life would pay when he turned twelve. Back then, the age of acceptance was eleven. He spent his youth, what was only about eight years to him was eight hundred years to a human, training. He saw his first combat against the Rigels, an alien race hell bent on domination. He lost his entire platoon in that war, the only reason he survived it was because he’d managed to pull one of his friend’s bodies over him to disguise his scent from the Rigelians, who were reptile like beings with a very good nose. He served in three wars after that, and became a drill sergeant, forgetting completely about his past. By the time he was in his thirties, he’d trained almost three hundred squads of Legion soldiers. He didn’t, rather doesn’t, have much of anything else in his life that matters that much to him. The Legion of Planets has become his life; retirement to him would mean death of his spirit. Quinn sat at the back of the space bus. She wasn’t particularly thrilled to be shoved into a small ship with a bunch of idiots who chattered on like a bunch of school kids about how great this was going to be. Didn’t they understand the vow they took? They could die in this. ‘Dumbasses,’ she thought and pulled her attention back to her music player. Out of the many, many years that passed, the music player hadn’t changed all that much. There she sat; Quinn Maine, a young woman dressed in a red plaid button up shirt (that remained unbuttoned and a white undershirt displayed), baggy dark navy jeans held up with a loose fitting leather belt, and black boots, just knowing that she’d make it to being a Legion soldier. She rolled her eyes; this would be easy. She’d get through training and make it to captain in no time. The drill sergeants? Pfft. They’d be made easy work of; nobody bossed her around and walked away without a good telling off. She’d prove that she was worthy of any kind of promotion than any of these…these poor excuses for soldiers. A couple of men from the Terran planet sat talking about how their parents were in the military, and how proud they would be of them. ‘Idiots, you have no parents anymore. You will never be allowed to write or see them again; you’re the Legion of Planet’s bitch now.’ She’d been in trouble with the law many times in her past, and been to prison an odd number of times for her actions. She’d been in gangs before, even leading the charge against a sixty five year old woman that called the police on her and her gang when they threw eggs at someone’s car. She needed discipline and some sort of good purpose in her life other than the life she had led on Earth, where her parents were. She hated them; her father had been married once before, he’d lost a son and was over bearing with her. Her mother had wanted a girly girl, and she just didn’t fit the description. In all, she was tired of living under a controlling roof, so, she did what she did best; acted out. But all of that would end here, all of her past wouldn’t matter. This was her only chance of starting anew. Many other possible to-be cadets for the Combine Legion of Planets seemed to have the same thoughts while others seemed happy to be there. For whatever reason they chose to join, they would better hope that they don't regret it. This wasn't like the military they were used to where the drill sergeant's hand was limited; here, a sergeant, or officer, could give whatever punishment they saw fit to the crime.