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The Guardian Corps
August 2025.
East bank of La Meuse, Verdun, North-East France
You are awoken abruptly by the drag of your seat belt on your chest, the relentless growling of engines quietening before being silenced altogether with a final splutter. You can hear your fellow passengers begin to come around, similarly dragged back into reality by arrival at their destination. At the front the coach driver, dressed in military fatigues, stands up and calls over the low, excited murmur of his charges.
"We're here. Everyone off, don't forget your bags 'else you'll never see them again. On the double boys and girls!"
It has been a long journey, several days with very few stops. Once you had 'graduated' and had been accepted into the Guardian Corps you were quickly assigned to a centre, one away from the front lines, and sent there with nothing but a few personal belongings. No one from your group had been sent to the same centre, it seemed, and those around you are still unknown.
You all file off the coach, carrying rucksacks containing whatever belongings you had chosen to bring with you. It is daytime outside, although you are sure it had been dark when you had fallen asleep, and troops in strange uniforms with swords hanging form their belts are bustling about in the camp that faces you. There are a few brick and mortar buildings but most of the site is made up of tents. You can see in the distance a small town, the one you've been assigned here to protect. Watchtowers stand in the distance, soldiers looking out across the empty plains beyond the camp.
A Sergeant calls out your name and orders you to join a small group of new arrivals.
"Welcome to the Guardians."
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The coach journey had been over eight hours from Carcasonne where she had been training and the young Welsh woman was keen to get off the stifling vehicle and out into the crisp, fresh Autumn air. Much of the journey she had spent asleep, the coach only setting off shortly before midnight, and she had woken uncomfortably warm. There had been no space to stash their personal belongings and so she had been forced to keep on her thick, white coat which formed part of the winter uniform; not that the standard woodland camo uniform was cool to wear either. When it was announced that they had arrived she bustled out of her seat to get off quickly but others clearly had the same idea and she was trapped midway down the coach, doomed to slow progress.
Eventually alighting from the coach, the first thing that Rhiannon noticed was that this was all very, very poorly organised. Sergeants were standing on what seemed to be wooden crates, bricks, anything they could find to give them a little extra height, and yelled out names to the press of new arrivals. It seemed as though they were attempting to sort the mass of bleary-eyed into whatever platoons they'd be serving in but this was a terrible way of doing it, she thought.
Just as she started planning out how she would carry out this task she heard her name called out and stuck her hand up to make herself visible amongst the crowd.
"Over there, lass."
Lass? I will make you eat those words, boy-o.
Suppressing her irritation, she duly followed the vague order and weaved her way through the crowd and over to a bare patch beyond the heaving mass. A few other, solitary figures stood a few metres away from her, still awaiting their teammates in a similar fashion, it seemed. She adjusted the sword hanging from her belt, still unused to the feel of the heavy blade at her waist, and watched the chaos in front of her.
"What in the hell kind of mess is this?"
The shout cut through the bubble of murmurs and the bored calls of the Sergeants, immediately calling for silence. Everyone was still, the authority in the voice commanding it. All heads turned to see whoever was taking charge and were not disappointed to see a tall, barrel-chested and muscular man striding across the bare ground with a look of utter condemnation for the picture before him.
"All of you, in lines, now! Sergeants, service the line in front of you and do it quickly. This is the military, not some scouts group. Get your act together."
The change was immediate, although there were several dark glances from the Sergeants in the direction of the office, the stripes on his coat denoting him as a Lieutenant. More speedily the crowd thinned out as the lines were efficiently sorted out and soon Rhiannon found people heading towards her with the same kind of slightly disoriented look she was sure she bore. She opted for a casual greeting, going for the full salute to those of her own rank was certain to be too much on their first day.
"Mornin'."
Just as she started planning out how she would carry out this task she heard her name called out and stuck her hand up to make herself visible amongst the crowd.
"Over there, lass."
Lass? I will make you eat those words, boy-o.
Suppressing her irritation, she duly followed the vague order and weaved her way through the crowd and over to a bare patch beyond the heaving mass. A few other, solitary figures stood a few metres away from her, still awaiting their teammates in a similar fashion, it seemed. She adjusted the sword hanging from her belt, still unused to the feel of the heavy blade at her waist, and watched the chaos in front of her.
"What in the hell kind of mess is this?"
The shout cut through the bubble of murmurs and the bored calls of the Sergeants, immediately calling for silence. Everyone was still, the authority in the voice commanding it. All heads turned to see whoever was taking charge and were not disappointed to see a tall, barrel-chested and muscular man striding across the bare ground with a look of utter condemnation for the picture before him.
"All of you, in lines, now! Sergeants, service the line in front of you and do it quickly. This is the military, not some scouts group. Get your act together."
The change was immediate, although there were several dark glances from the Sergeants in the direction of the office, the stripes on his coat denoting him as a Lieutenant. More speedily the crowd thinned out as the lines were efficiently sorted out and soon Rhiannon found people heading towards her with the same kind of slightly disoriented look she was sure she bore. She opted for a casual greeting, going for the full salute to those of her own rank was certain to be too much on their first day.
"Mornin'."