Polemian Foreign Legion Recruitment Center, New Avalon, Greater Polemian Empire
April 4 2030, Tuesday, 0630H
"I never thought that I of all the people of this planet will come to this place someday" A man wearing a grey jacket and a blue denim jeans quietly muttered to himself, but despite his reluctance he pushes himself "Either I join for Alexandria future or hunted down like an animal" then he finally knocks three times
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
Then the gates massive reinforced wooden door that serves it's gate for hundreds of years opens at him then a man wearing a woodland Battle Dress Uniform and a green beret on his head approach him in a military gait
"State your business" Legionnaire spoken in Polemian but fortunate Alexander learn some basic of the language through an app "Good morning sir, my name is Alexander Lancelot and I would like to join the foreign legion"
Upon looking to the Legionnaire, Alexander noticed that this man is older around late 40s to 50s, black skin and a muscular muscles with several scars in his face signifying of his countless battles he witnessed and survived
For the whole 20 seconds, the old man just looks at him from top to bottom without speaking, without even moving his head, only his eyes gazing at him like an missile locking on on its target
"Come" The old Legionnaire only said one word and turn around then starts walking without waiting for his responds so Alexander immediate catch up with him
'Can you at least wait for me old man!?' Alexander grumbles on his thoughts, as they walk he can't help but mesmerize at the view, on his 12 O'clock stood a large beautiful medieval castle befitting of an royal castle with a mountain range on the back, while the rest are entire covered with forest with several types of tress as he observed
After minutes of walking they finally arrived at the castle where upon arriving at the entrance door the old legionnaire turn at him and point at the push up bar attached to the door
"Pull up" He ordered then quietly stand, so Alexander immediate start pull ups 'According to the internet it depends how many push ups on there moods but the safest bet is 10 or more' as much as he wanted to ask how many to the legionnaire for the pull ups he decided not to and trust the information he read on a online forum
After doing 15 counts of pull ups, the old legionnaire instructed him again to follow him on where he arrives at an small office where another legionnaire is in charge, "Present your passport and fill out his form" A man with a deep blue eyes and a blonde hair gets his passport and give him a form where write his basic information such as birthday, age, civil status and such
After filling out the form, the blonde legionnaire escorts him to the other room for his Aptitude Test which covers basic math, science and logic which is must done under 30 minutes but he completed under 13 minutes
"47 out 50 good score, let's proceed for your Physical Test" The legionnaire said to Alexander with a neutral tone after checking his test up through machine, then leads him out to the track and field where saw the old man again who is apparently in charge anything outside activities with a duffle bag on his feet
"Changing your clothes and use this instead" The former throws the bag at to Alexander but thanks to his regular workouts manage to catch the bag smoothly "Changing room, there" The former once again speaks at him at points at his 5 O'clock where he can change, several moments later he now wearing a grey long shirt, grey short pants and a comfortable grey shoes
The old legionnaire order him to jog, push up and sit up without saying how many or how far must he jog 'Have you anyone tell you that I'm only human!?' Alexander never heard such exercise without knowing the limit and as far as he knew all military have limits in their physical test "No wonder they are only extreme few who wanted to join' He concluded on why only him is currently joining
After changing to his regular clothes, he was order to rest for 30 minutes and get some breakfast before proceeding to a particular room "Let's eat some Pomelian cuisines!" If there is one thing that Alexander loves other than working out and earning money for his sister on his small printing shop is eating other countries cuisines
After asking direction for several minutes, he finally arrived at the cafeteria where there's countless of food variants and side dishes he could ever hope for, 'I really hope that they aren't lying about free food because it's too good to be true!' Before he left the field the legionnaire told him that the food and drinks is free and he shouldn't worry about paying since his an applicant
Growl!
He's stomuch churned of hungry embarrassing loud and the nearby legionnaires look at him wondering what long since did this man eaten 'That last time that I ate was on the train station going for New Avalon, (sigh) Such as the bane of the poor' He recalls, not to embarrass himself any further he gets a tray and immediately picks a food that interests him
Done in picking of his food which consist of a classical large Pomelian style chicken sandwich, a vegetable salad with a special dressing for fiber and the good old cool plain water in a plastic bottle for dehydration, he sat down near the glass panel of the cafeteria for it's relaxing view and to have a piece of mind after everything that happened to him for the couple of weeks
[30 Minutes Later]
Alexander stands in the room door where the old man instructed him previously before him getting his breakfast chow, no signs or designation on this room thus Alexander wonders what's waiting for him behind the door
"(Inhale)...Here's goes nothing" Alexander then knocks the door three times as per instructed "Applicant Alexander Lancelot permission to enter the room sir" He stated and wait for the command, "Enter" A deep voice eminates behind the door, a kind of voice that demands silence and respect without question or hesitation
Upon entering the room, Alexander saw three old man sitting and documents with pictures attached in it on their tables 'Probably about me, nope it's definitely about me' Alexander thought when seeing the pictures of him on the documents,"Sit down Applicant" A Major based on his rank insignia whose sitting on the center ordered Alexander
"Yes sir" Alexander complied and sit in a proper attention, The Major then proceed to open the document so as the two other lower officers beside him, as they read their eyes back and forth on him and the document that they are reading
After minutes of reading of the documents, The Major posture moves slightly and begin his questioning "Alexander Ramirez Lancelot, Age 18, Born on December 27 2012 at New Lexington, Republic of South Anglo and you have a little sister Alexandria Ramirez Lancelot, born on February 4 2022 with same address as you is this information correct?" The Major asked as he looks Alexander on the eyes with cold gaze along with a unreadable face like an investigator interrogating a criminal
"Yes sir" Alexander affirms to the question 'Looks like they B.I (Background Investigation) me pretty quickly' He was surprised the gathering speed of intelligence of the Foreign Legion, A Lieutenant sitting on the left of the Major look something on his portable tablet then nods at the Major
"Mr. Lancelot, based on the data that was gathered your a dropout first year undergraduate student in college despite your scholarship and good grades why is that?" The Major asked him because he was wondering why such as man give up such a good opportunity for his future
"Sir, because my sister health is rapidly declining and since our parents died on a terrorist attack when she's still a baby 8 years ago and our relatives didn't give a flying shit about us so I took myself responsible as her elder brother to take care of her" Alexanderrecalls such sad and depressing memories with an heavy heart but he push forward
"It was during my 3rd Quarter first year in Criminology when I heard the news for her condition, according to her doctor my sister managed to inhale the same gas that the terrorist used 8 years ago..." The Major scowls for a second before turning back to his original expression, then a rank of Captain can't help but speak out of turn
"VX8 also known as Mist of Death, thus elven scum!" The Captain with such anger and disgust but it only takes one look from the Major to settle him down, "Continue" The Major ordered and continue his narration