In light of most things, this was going fairly well.
'The Pride of Vastime'
With Liu and Animum striking up conversation Hayden knew that this would be a reprieve from being questioned any more, with all types of new people arriving he had to make sure not to unintentionally ignore someone least he provokes an angry reaction. Yet, it seemed the group had divulged into speaking to one another rather calmly not making too much noise to disturb the performance that was about to reach them. He supposed that so long as no one was going so far to attempt to murder someone on a day like this, that would make him an unhappy camper.
The answers he provided Animum seem to be satisfactory she seemed to move on to conversing with Liu something he would be paying mild attention to as his eyes flickered across everyone else nearby. He had amassed and attracted such a random group of people that all held the singular goal of helping Vastime, there was a certain amount of pride in his heart as he seemed to just stand a bit straighter. It wasn’t that long ago he stood in the spot of the young ninja Henrex spot. While he knew little of each of the people here, excluding Animum, they were all fresh faced people joining in on the international scale of conflicts. A new age was being ushered in by people like them.
Yet, it seemed some conflict would arise as Hayden watched Henrex become a bit nervous and began to reach towards a weapon- despite the concealed nature of it the eyes of any Vastimian soldier could pick up on the movements. Normally, in a society like Vastime reach for a weapon next to their leader
might provoke a violent response one in which they would ask, impolitely, for Henrex to not move a muscle and escort him off the scene. But with the ever watchful eye of Hayden he would simply shake his head as any soldier that might have seen the act carried on about their business.
“Best to practice restraint or tact for occasions such as this; remember where you are and who you are standing with in relation to… who you are.”
The voice that said this was not Hayden’s but a new voice from behind the group- one which Hayden knew very well. If anyone bothered to look around or wait a few moments the voice would make themselves known as they walked forward, what you would see would be a pale skinned man not quite as white as Liu but definitely of some sort of western european descent. His outfit consisted of what appeared to be the ceremonial outfit of an Vastimian Army officer, the variant being mid-grade officer.
Now that the man was within range of everyone they would see a man who held somewhat soft features, while not as muscular as Hayden from the way his skin was wrapped around his face one could tell he was a very lean individual. He held a sort of calm expression one that betrayed years of experience despite how relatively young he looked, and this was nothing of the spiritual sort the man biologically and time wise was less than thirty years old. The aura around this man if one could sense it would be a cold, unforgiving aura that if someone stood in it too long may get a shiver down their spine- yet despite all this he seemed completely peaceful and even gentlemanly at this moment.
- Atlas D'al Decter:
The man held brown eyes that seemed almost dull yet lively at the same time, as if despite a cold look he held some greater ambition or purpose. His black hair was neatly done within regulation of Vastime, which was a rather loose but he held a professional feel about it. This man clearly was someone important, from the way he spoke in a even voice to that of his More Duck- once hemade his debut a soldier near Hayden went to attention rendering a salute; one which the new man returned before dropping it as the soldier went about his business coordinating what looked to be a civilian.
Hayden however held a warm smile at the man as he gestured to him, he did not have long before the platoon would arrive. So he would make these introductions short.
“This is Atlas D’al Decter, Colonel of 1st Para-Infantry ‘Helltroopers’ Division of the 1st Expeditionary Army ‘The Pride of Vastime.’”
The words left Hayden mouth before the junior officer named Atlas render a sharp salute to Hayden one which Hayden returned in kind; both of their arms at their sides with one hand raised to the brim of each of their covers, or hats you might call them. It seemed something of importance was happening.
“Sir, , Colonel Atlas D’al Decter reporting, permission for 1st Drill Platoon, 1st Company, 1st Battalion, of the 1st Royal Para-infantry regiment, to utilize your drill area for exhibition drill in accordance with Vastimian Drill Conduct 24.5-2?”
“Permission granted Colonel, commence the shock.”
“Thank you Sir.”
With the words being ushered Hayden would drop his crisp salute before performing a movement where his body turned to the right and he walked off the area off to the side, with Atlas standing center stage now the drill platoon had arrived within twenty paces from the Colonel. The quietness of the area was almost deafening save for the soft clack of their heels on the pavement.
The sound of two more steps were heard in unison before their feet slammed together tightly as they all stood still, their rifles resting on their right shoulder in perfectly aligned rows of blue. The men now that they were closer where wearing the field uniform of the Vastimian Army. The uniform consisted of a blue overcoat, with blue trousers, black boots, and a black undershirt beneath all of that; their cover pieces being blue berets that seemed to all bear the same insignia of a cog with a sword thrusting downward.
- Field Uniform:
Almost on cue of having stood their for a few seconds a command sounded which was ‘Inspection arms’, the first row of men taking two steps forward with the next row taking one step forward and the last row not moving at all. The sounds that were heard were all in unison, the loud snapping of metal as their heels came together was almost mesmerizing before each man brought their rifle from their shoulders in one swift motion gripping the rifles before their right hand came gripping the bolt of their weapon before jerking it back as their heads snapped down checking to make sure they were not loaded. As they all let go of their bolts and the loud snapping noise of the bolt locking in place, they would all look up before bringing their rifles back to right shoulder.
They would hear another command similar to the previous one in which they went back to their original positions as Colonel Decter hawk eyes watched over every movement; his gaze was calm but one could easily see he almost held a bit of pride when it came to the professional display they were exhibiting. Every soldier down their moved with distinct discipline and precision that few people would ever see in their life- it was clear the Vastimian Army placed a big emphasis on dedicating time to perfecting their craft even to the point where the smallest imperfections were seen as a disgrace. Where the standards almost impossibly high? Yes. But they had achieved it a feat which would be their greatest strength in the coming years.
The platoon would hear another assortment of commands most would not recognize but the general movement and display of the platoon was one of wonder; they moved in complete unison performing actions that obviously took great skill to perform. At one point in the display they were spinning their rifles and catching them with one hand WHILE marching- the display took little over five minutes before they regrouped into their original formation- each soldier awaiting their final command in which the man with the saber that was leading them stepped forward.
“Permission to exit your drill floor, sir?”
As Colonel Decter said those last words the man would render a salute with his saber which was him bringing the hilt just under his eye level resting a inch or so away from his nose. After a moment he would twirl the saber before slamming it shut into his sheathe before beginning to march towards his platoon before issuing the command, ‘forward march’ as they began to walk back from where they came. A uproar of applause would be heard as Hayden let a smile grace his lips, it was a great display that was sure enough.
Hayden eyes turned to the group as he rotated his neck, Colonel Decter had arrived to his side with his hands resting behind his back idly as he looked to the group.
“Are you to be the people offering support to our nation, if so- I welcome you here with open arms.”
Colonel Decter, despite the cold attitude and almost fatalistic sound to his voice was certainly a gentleman, to the best of everyone knowledge Hayden trusted the man but there was just something about the man that would make even the most hardened warriors shiver. He would certainly be showing up that was for certain.