>>5558194…And so it continues, eventually reaching you and your siblings.
“From Loum, Edouard Mass!”
“Here!” Your brother stands and replies confidently.
“Also from Loum, Maxime Mass!”
“Here!” You stand alongside your brother and call out. This is it, you’re finally both in.
“...And again from Loum, Sayla Mass!”
Your sister bolts up, “Here!”
“You guys made it? Woah! It’s been months!” You hear Char say from nearby, an aisle separating your seats - He must not have seen you until you all called your names out. There’s no time to respond though, his name already being called.
“And another from Loum, a lot of you today, Char Aznable!”
“H-here!” Char replies hastily, standing up half in a panic.
Several more minutes of this go by, working down through row after row of cadets, and soon enough everyone is standing except for the very bottom most row, but even that is quickly being worked through.
“...From Zeon, Vivima Zabi!”
There’s a round of cheers as she stands, purple hair clearly visible even with so many cadets between your position and the bottom row.
“Here!” She calls out, turning and giving a playful wave to some of the cadets who cheered - Things quiet down quickly as Dozle glares out at the crowd.
“...And for the 265 cadets from Zeon, representing and leading your entire class, is Garma Zabi!”
“Here.” Garma stands and speaks confidently, exemplifying everything his family so often pretends to be; he’s been well prepared for this moment.
“On behalf of your class, direct the pledge to Degwin Zabi, Chairman of the Republic!”
Degwin and the other Zabis rise slowly from their chairs, a thin smile crossing the old man’s wrinkled face as he looks across the stage toward Garma; he’s never hidden his favoritism, but it’s easy to miss for those unused to the man.
Garma moves a bit of hair from his eyes, takes a deep breath, and takes the final steps toward the microphone in front of him, “I pledge!...”
