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“Their eyes burn white flames of hate. Their masking helmets edify demonic visages, despite that the wearers are Zarnik humans.” Klanferos peered out into the dark and mysterious field. “ Their helmets and head dresses were very elaborate; the average Wraith trooper’s head dress would be diamond shaped on the cap and skull shaped on the face plate adorned by tall golden horns. They wield a great range of weaponry. Plasma swords, electro-lances, laser guns, laser beam swords, concussion rifles, heavy weapons, and hell-spawn flame-throwers. Their onyx chest plates are ‘M’ shaped, their shoulder pauldrons are diamond shaped, and their gauntlets are spiked as are their wired shin-guards. Higher ranked have more elaborate head dressings, some capes or ornate armors. They could be called Satanic for their culture. Ah but the Prince of Darkness is all too clever. Forwards is backwards, up is upside-down, out is in and in is out, and evil is so damned good!”

They were lead to the barracks of the marine corps for initiation. There was no ceremony held, nothing dramatic, in fact it seemed to be kept quiet that there were new recruits walking among those of the EDU armed forces. This in fact was nothing like Klanferos’s initiation into the Avacasti knighthood. There were no ornate armors, swords and medals bestowed upon anyone, in fact the only thing bestowed would be a swift kick in the ass from the drill sergeant. In the dead of the night Recknem left Klanferos, Alan, and Motonall, and two others before the barracks entrance. A pair of doors slid open, and out came the drill sergeant, at that moment immediately demanding the gentlemen to drop and give him fifty, and fifty as in fifty pushups. “Muscle-makers” Klanferos would call them. For many it was tough as it was for Klanferos, to deal with merciless brutality. Many would cry and wither away from the core, whereas Klanferos was patient, believing that the sergeant’s vigorous treatment was for his benefit. They were there only to help.