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The moment she saw him slip, she knew that she wouldn't win this. Before she was able to move, his foot connected rather painfully with her ankle. Screeching in pain, she collapsed and fell hard against the puke covered floor. Her body made a slushing sound when it hit the vomit, causing her to puke from the smell alone. To any normal person, she deserved this. In all honesty, she needed to be taken down a peg. But not in her views; instead a hateful glance shot up towards Gwar as he walked off, only to be blocked by Tia. She shot up, limping. "You've made a powerful enemy today...do not think just because your guardian here is willing to try and stop this means that you've won. No, just means you've bought yourself time to dig a grave!" her voice was menacing, full of spite. Of course she didn't think that she was at fault here; she never did. She pushed Tia's rag away. "I don't need your help." She turned her back on the bottle of water and began to search through her belongings for her own rag. The doors began to open, amongst the fight Quinn hadn't noticed the ship had landed.
"Sir, there's been a fight on the ship...what is the course of action you want done?" an officer asked Julian, who stood there with a blank expression on his face. He gazed up at the officer, who in all honesty was much taller than Julian, with an annoyed expression. "What do you think I want done with the two responsible? They will be punished the moment they come out of that ship. I've seen the entire fight via my watch cam, and I can tell you that they will be made examples of." He had a deep voice for such a small man, but it was stern. The officer saluted and ran up the plank leading into the ship.
"Out, get out now! Leave your belongings and get out!" he shouted loudly, harshly. Cadets squabbled over one another just to follow the orders of this bellowing gentlemen. One cadet whispered to her companion of how they knew that this was the famous (or rather infamous) Drill Sergeant Julian Kayle. "Shhh, he'll hear you!" she giggled as they approached the officer. "Did I say you little squeebs could talk?! I said get out, and get out now!" his voice boomed through out the ship, making it sound like the intercom had come on the loudest it could go. The girls ran passed, one crying out of pure fear. Quinn, who'd been preoccupied, just walked steadily towards the officer as if she hadn't heard his need for them to hurry. Slung over her shoulder was her bag. The officer crossed his arms as she approached, and without warning, he snatched it and slammed her to the ground with a good amount of force, holding her down. "When I tell you to move and leave your bag behind Cadet Quinn Maine, I mean leave it behind and move!" he screamed as he pulled his knee off of her and pulled her up. Without hesitation, she ran out of the ship.
There was no amusement in Julian's eyes as he saw what the officer did. No sense of satisfaction, nothing. The cadets were lined up at attention, or so what they thought was attention. Julian paced back in forth silently in front of them for a moment, looking over each and every individual. He stopped in front of Quinn, out stretching one of his folded arms. "You, step out of line."
Quinn looked around but that earned her a sharp nudge in the ribs by the officer who slammed her to the ground, who'd been standing next to Julian. "Now cadet." She wanted so much to glare at him but dared not to; she knew that the officer very well may have broken one of her fingers just now. Stepping forward, her hands were hung at her sides and she stared straight forward. Julian lifted her arms straight out, and clicked. A couple of senior cadets, on the verge of graduation, came running up with four buckets. Two empty ones, and two full of rocks. Julian grasped two of the empty buckets and shoved them in Quinn's hands. "Alright, there are forty rocks in each of these two buckets. It appears that we've got a couple of brawlers on our hands, ones that saw fit to show off their strength before even coming here. I can assure you, you'll be impressing all these folks now...cadet Gwar, step out of the ranks," Julian ordered. His voice was calm, not even close to being what everyone saw as the 'Tyrant of Scorra'. Four more buckets were brought, two empty buckets handed to Gwar. "You are to keep your arms outstretched at all times, and you are to kick out with your feet like so," Julian stretched out his arms and began kicking up one foot, and then the other, "and your arms must never lose volume." He turned back to the other cadets. "Because your buddies here saw fit to play their little fighting club, you all will be showing them what it means to misbehave in the Legion. There will be a box of coats arriving soon, all of you will be putting them on, so you don't catch a chill while you run laps from here to that tree over there." He pointed to a dead palm tree that was at least a mile away. And it wasn't cold outside, in fact summer was just beginning, and the temperatures rose during the day. "For any of you that feel that they cannot make it anymore, you'll put a rock in one of their buckets. For any of you that feel that this punishment is unfair, put a rock in one of their buckets. For everytime you make it back here, put a rock in their buckets. Until the last person has contributed to this, we can move on. Once one of them collapses, we will cease. I can guarantee, the battle of strength will end here." Someone rode up in a jeep with four boxes of jackets. One was given to the cadets, not so caring either. After the last jacket was distributed, the officers drove off.
"Once you've your coat on, you may start." Looking at Quinn and Gwar, he raised a brow. "Begin."
"Sir, there's been a fight on the ship...what is the course of action you want done?" an officer asked Julian, who stood there with a blank expression on his face. He gazed up at the officer, who in all honesty was much taller than Julian, with an annoyed expression. "What do you think I want done with the two responsible? They will be punished the moment they come out of that ship. I've seen the entire fight via my watch cam, and I can tell you that they will be made examples of." He had a deep voice for such a small man, but it was stern. The officer saluted and ran up the plank leading into the ship.
"Out, get out now! Leave your belongings and get out!" he shouted loudly, harshly. Cadets squabbled over one another just to follow the orders of this bellowing gentlemen. One cadet whispered to her companion of how they knew that this was the famous (or rather infamous) Drill Sergeant Julian Kayle. "Shhh, he'll hear you!" she giggled as they approached the officer. "Did I say you little squeebs could talk?! I said get out, and get out now!" his voice boomed through out the ship, making it sound like the intercom had come on the loudest it could go. The girls ran passed, one crying out of pure fear. Quinn, who'd been preoccupied, just walked steadily towards the officer as if she hadn't heard his need for them to hurry. Slung over her shoulder was her bag. The officer crossed his arms as she approached, and without warning, he snatched it and slammed her to the ground with a good amount of force, holding her down. "When I tell you to move and leave your bag behind Cadet Quinn Maine, I mean leave it behind and move!" he screamed as he pulled his knee off of her and pulled her up. Without hesitation, she ran out of the ship.
There was no amusement in Julian's eyes as he saw what the officer did. No sense of satisfaction, nothing. The cadets were lined up at attention, or so what they thought was attention. Julian paced back in forth silently in front of them for a moment, looking over each and every individual. He stopped in front of Quinn, out stretching one of his folded arms. "You, step out of line."
Quinn looked around but that earned her a sharp nudge in the ribs by the officer who slammed her to the ground, who'd been standing next to Julian. "Now cadet." She wanted so much to glare at him but dared not to; she knew that the officer very well may have broken one of her fingers just now. Stepping forward, her hands were hung at her sides and she stared straight forward. Julian lifted her arms straight out, and clicked. A couple of senior cadets, on the verge of graduation, came running up with four buckets. Two empty ones, and two full of rocks. Julian grasped two of the empty buckets and shoved them in Quinn's hands. "Alright, there are forty rocks in each of these two buckets. It appears that we've got a couple of brawlers on our hands, ones that saw fit to show off their strength before even coming here. I can assure you, you'll be impressing all these folks now...cadet Gwar, step out of the ranks," Julian ordered. His voice was calm, not even close to being what everyone saw as the 'Tyrant of Scorra'. Four more buckets were brought, two empty buckets handed to Gwar. "You are to keep your arms outstretched at all times, and you are to kick out with your feet like so," Julian stretched out his arms and began kicking up one foot, and then the other, "and your arms must never lose volume." He turned back to the other cadets. "Because your buddies here saw fit to play their little fighting club, you all will be showing them what it means to misbehave in the Legion. There will be a box of coats arriving soon, all of you will be putting them on, so you don't catch a chill while you run laps from here to that tree over there." He pointed to a dead palm tree that was at least a mile away. And it wasn't cold outside, in fact summer was just beginning, and the temperatures rose during the day. "For any of you that feel that they cannot make it anymore, you'll put a rock in one of their buckets. For any of you that feel that this punishment is unfair, put a rock in one of their buckets. For everytime you make it back here, put a rock in their buckets. Until the last person has contributed to this, we can move on. Once one of them collapses, we will cease. I can guarantee, the battle of strength will end here." Someone rode up in a jeep with four boxes of jackets. One was given to the cadets, not so caring either. After the last jacket was distributed, the officers drove off.
"Once you've your coat on, you may start." Looking at Quinn and Gwar, he raised a brow. "Begin."