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<span class="mu-s">10:30, 7 June, UC 0075
Zeon Military Academy on Guardian Banchi, Side Three (Republic of Zeon)</span>
You sit in a crowded red and gold theater, hundreds of cadets in Zeon uniforms surrounding you, stretching above and behind and out to either side. Parents and officials in suits and dresses watch from higher up, behind the cadets, and far below you past row after row of heads is a grand stage upon which Gihren Zabi delivers an address to the incoming glass. Dozle stands near him, but Degwin and Kycilia are seated a bit further behind in chair that look almost to be thrones - There are enough for all of the adult Zabis, two laying empty for now.
“...We are standing before a curtain that is about to rise on a new era.” Gihren speaks passionately, gesticulating with practiced skill, emphasizing every line perfectly - Say what you will, but the man can give a one hell of a speech, “Through the difficult times endured by the first generation of immigrants, we spacenoids have gone from being called the dispossessed to become the chosen people! Now we have unexpectedly found ourselves standing at the forefront of human history, and you bright young cadets here today, you are our vanguard! Do not for a moment hesitate to consider yourselves the elite, for you <span class="mu-i">are</span> the elite!”
You lean over to Sayla as the speech continues, speaking quietly, “He realizes there’s a federation admiral right behind him, right?”
She smirks a little but says nothing.
Gihren continues on with his address, “...Each of you has gone through a rigorous selection process just to be able to make it here today - Take a look around you! You will be the champions of a new colony based society, as well as the leaders of a new humanity! To lead humankind out of its stagnancy, we must take action! Push yourself to become the great military leaders of tomorrow! Join me! Stand with me - On the battlefield!”
As he ends his address, arms outstretched toward the many rows of cadets, the theater erupts into cheers and supportive whoops, many standing to applaud. As this goes on, Dozle steps forward… and past the microphone Gihren was using. The big man draws in a great breath, chest puffing up slightly as he prepares to speak, his gaze sweeping over the entire incoming class.
