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<span class="mu-g">"...Military division...?"</span>
<span class="mu-b">"Hmm? Did I stutter?"</span>
<span class="mu-g">"Err, no, I just uhh, I don't want to keep you any longer then needed, Sir!"</span>
<span class="mu-b">"Oh, I suppose you haven't checked your socials in a few days. I was just going off the information off your citizen profile. Usually you'd need to become a senior apprentice first or complete some real work to get a lanyard printed... oh what the hell. We're out in the backwaters anyway. I'll just use my personal fabricator droid to do it. At least now you'll <span class="mu-i">look</span> the part, which is much more important then actually being it, in my experience..."</span>
With a pop, he has a red ranking lanyard made and hands it to you. You feel its felt thickness and comfort, slipping it around your neck. It has one "tail", indicating a starting but still respectable rank in the Hegemonic military service. Unlike other nation states, the Hegemony has no separation between the citizenry and the military, as those who produce the wealth, goods, research, and breed the next generation of soldiers are indistinguishable to them.
<span class="mu-g">"R-Really?"</span>
You look around the room, not sure how to react. You almost feel overcome with emotion. You see the droid hovering silently besides Usis, finding its stare strangely focused on you. You find it very strange. The AI network does not play favorites, nor are bands of recognition necessarily immediate grounds for an advancement in rank, but it's clear something you did, or perhaps <span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">someone you saved</span></span>, has given you some kind of favor. Your scores and work credits were fine, but you didn't think exceptional enough to jump you ahead a bunch of other people who may be more qualified, if we're being honest. It's not like being hand picked by a superior, more like a scale was just tipped a bit to your side. You feel as something you should appreciate.
<span class="mu-g">"...Thank you, your Maj- err- Sire. I'll do my job with dignity wherever I am required to relocate."</span>
<span class="mu-b">"Ehh... You're close enough already...."</span> Usis mumbles, excusing himself and leaving your home. You can't believe it! You rush upstairs after the family congratulations to your hologram projector to catch up with the news. Your new job is a <span class="mu-s">Specialized Weapon Resupply System Coordinator & Designing Consultant</span>, whatever that means. What it means is you've got a real position in the Hegemony now!
>Quest continues ~18 hours from now
