Loyan's Foreign Legions

[Union]

 The Del Rien, a small office building of Dolren Avenue, a five minute drive from the Loyanese Embassy in Ottawa. Aulrene examines it's clean front entrance. On the glass door, the names of the building's occupants were scribed in white glazed font.

Allen's Lumber Inc...
Printers of Ottawa...
Gold Standard Ltd...
...
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....Loyanese Oversea Legions Recruitment Office....Second Floor, Room 208.

  In the lobby of the Del Rien, it was plain and empty. A wrinkled couch and scratched up coffee table sat beside the elevator doors, further adding to the whole cheap feel. Typical to these old low leash offices, there was not a single receptionist or security guard in sight. Aurel glided past the cheap furniture towards the elevator, careful not to trip on the tattered carpet.

  Upon pressing the up button for the single elevator door, the door instantly opens. Aulrene walks in, and presses the button for the second floor.


  The second floor was built much more like a modern business office than the rest of the Del Rien. Upon exiting the elevator, Aulrene found himself facing a long glazed glass wall, with the letters making up "Office of the Loyanese Oversea Legions - Ottawa" laminated on across it. He felt a lump of nervousness go down to his heart.

Here I am...let's get this done.

  Room 208 wasn't hard to find. There was only one room on the second floor, or complex that is. The LOL office looked extremely new and had the smell of fresh paint. The place was obviously built only recently. The lounge area was furnished with all the modern apparels; ergonomic chairs, glazed cubicle walls, designer magazine shelves,...all clad in a wipe of florescent white and halogen yellow. LOL posters and ads, like the one he saw at the bus stop, covered the walls. They featured men in uniform, various military vehicles, and bold fonted slogans. An attractive receptionist caught his presence from behind a gray crescent desk.

"Can I help you Sir?"
"Oh sorry...um...I saw..one of your ads."
"Ah, are you here for a interview?"
"Uh..yea."
"I'll get you in with a recruiter, have a seat."
"Ah, sure."

The receptionist tapped on her console, and spoke into it. The voice of a man talked back at her. Before Aurlene could sit down, the receptionist was motioning him towards one of the doors across the lounge.

"Marshal Wai will see now."

  Aurlene opened the glazed glass door and walked in. A imposing man with a clean cut beard sat behind a steel sheet table, his right hand holding a ball pen and his left hand resting upon sheets of paper. He gave a welcoming smile to Aurlene.

"Glad you're here son, take a seat."

  Aurlene followed the request, and sat down on the leather chair in front. It felt as comfortable as it looked. These guys seem to be doing all they could to attract recruits...

"I'm Marshal Wai of the Loyanese Army, well former Marshal. I'm just a LOL recruiter, it's good money but no rank to go with it. So, you got a name?"
"Ah, Aurlene. Aurlene Masseu."
"Aurlene..." the former Marshal murmured as he scribble down on one of the sheets.
"...Masseu. Good. Well Mr. Masseu, I'll run you through a quick overview of working for the Legion. Basically, you will serve as an enlisted soldier of the Loyanese Oversea Legions and Loyanese Army. You'll be expected to serve full time and campaign abroad when needed. You'll get three months worth of days off in the year, full heath benefits, and we'll cover food and boarding. You'll be expected to stay at training facilities for the duration of your contract except on your days off. Your training will be taken directly from the standards and protocol of the Loyanese Ground Forces. The minimal length of contract will be five years and at the end of it, you'll receive a nice cheque for 100,000 Loyanese dollars, on top of the 500 Canadian dollars cash you will receive each month. All you have to do to get in is pledge your loyalty and duty to the LOL, and submit to the rigors and hardships of military training and combat. Oh, and you may legally quit at anytime after your first year, at the risk of losing your end payout cheque."

"Sounds good," Aurlene lied. He wasn't sure how much a Loyanese dollar was worth, hopefully not too little.   

"Now, this interview is fairly simple. I'll just ask you a couple questions, you answer them, than I'll submit your application to headquarters for overview. If it gets accepted, I'll notify you of it, and we'll get you on the first bus to Fort Jolen. Just relax. Do you smoke?"
"Ah..no Sir."
"Good. Good. Smoking is bad for your body, best to keep away from it. Now, you mind telling me your place of birth? Age as well..."
"Montreal...Montreal Quebec. I'll be turning twenty by Friday."
"Ah, Montreal. Beautiful city. So how did you hear about us?"
"I saw one of your ads, on the bus stop to the vocational school."
"Good, I see our commercial investments are paying off. Any former military training, Mr. Masseu?"
"I served for the ICA for five months during last year's war."
"Did you engage in combat?"
"My unit had a small skirmish with a Dysan regiment. Other than that..."
"But you did engage and fired on them, correct?"
"..yes."
"Good. Moving on to your schooling..."

  The Marshal's questions ranged from who his parents were to what his favorite cereal was. Aurlene couldn't help but feel a step more nervous with each odd question coming his way. An hour passes. A neat stack of application papers had built up on the corner of the desk.

"...so you have no medical conditions I should be aware of?"
"None..."
"We're nearly done. One last question...what's your reason...for joining the Legion?"   
"...I'm..not sure."
"Not sure? There has to be something..."
"For the excitement I guess."
"Excitement? You don't seem like the type of guy to be looking for thrill rides."
"Well..."
"Your looking for something else. You're not happy with how things are going are you? With life that is."
"No, not really."
"Got any plans for the future?"
"..no, not right now."
"You seem to like to wander a lot."
"Wander?"
"Three failed attempts in college...no girlfriend...your parents don't know where you are...you're obviously lacking a purpose. A goal. You're looking for that straight path in life."
"....I guess...I am."
"Well, that's the end of our interview. It was nice meeting you Aurlene. I have a good feeling that your application will get through, I'll call you when it does. You take care now."
"Thank you...I will."

       

[Union]

"The Loyanese Army is the most fit and competent in the world. Do you really think a bunch of foreigners will be able live up to that?"

                                                                                                                 Superintendent Ying Chen, opponent to the Oversea Legions Bill

Mr. Masseu, this is Marshal Wai from the recruitment office. I see you'r not home right now. I'm just calling to tell you your application to the LOL has been accepted. If you're still interested, give me a call. I'll set up a time for your physical and aptitude test sometime next week. Well, call me.

12 days later...

  Spring rain dripped form the sky over Ottawa. A cool breeze from the south blew across the city districts, blowing wet leaves and sparse litter all around. Aulrene pocketed the piece of paper in his hand, his contract, and pulled his hood over his head to shelter from the rain. On his right, a gym bag with his possessions and clothes laid beside his feet. he listen carefully to the whirs of traffic, hoping to catch the sound of a bus not schedule for the next ten minutes. His hands fidgeted, his eyes jump from object to object, and he kept pivoting in circles around his bag. It was obviously he was nervous.

  The last two weeks had been a eventful ride, perhaps the most active days of his life. He still remembered those aimless years of high school, when he would just stay at home and listen to the radio. He would skip school and only come out once every month wander around the local mall. It was a pointless existence, he knew it even as he lived it. What the fuck was he doing with his life then? It was like the moment he was born, the switch to his soul was turned off.

"...you passed the tests Mr. Masseu....now let me run you through the contract........just to let you know about the penalties for desertion.......sign right here..........good to have you join us.................bus will come pick you up at............. take what you'll need..................yes Mr. Masseu, you can keep your passport..............Legions..................set your things in order..............be gone a long time...."

  The strong smell of diesel snapped Aulrene out from his daydream. Looking up, he saw a large bus parked right next to his face. The doors fling open, and hits him in the face. He backs away and clinched his nose in pain. A heavy voice called for him to get on.

"Come on buddy, we don't have have all day..." said a heavy built driver of Oriental background. He was wearing army camo, a dog tag hanged from his well muscled neck. The guy was like a tank.

  Aulrene recovered, then walk slowly up the bus steps. All eyes were on him, and a familiar feeling hit him. It was like the first day of school, the faces of strangers looking at you while you had to file down the bus looking for a seat. God he hated the stares.

He crab walked down the aisle, careful not to hit his fellow passengers with his bulky gym bag. All the seats at the front and middle were taken. At the back and right side of the bus, he took a empty seat to himself. The stares eventually die. Aulrene took the window spot, and placed his gym bag on the empty spot beside him. He heard the click of the transmission crutch, and soon the bus was moving down along the street.

Hell, what have I gotten myself into...        

   

[Pachamama]

Olmek stood in front of the tall building.
Finally he had reached his goal.
His mind wandered back to the beginning of this. It had been 2 month since he had left the force.
he had tried hard to fit into a civilian live.
Took up a job at the ship yards as a welder. It had been well paid but he soon recognized that it was not what he was looking for.
He had taken his money, canceled his bank account and everything else and had bought a ticket to New Delfos. From there it was only a small step ovet to Canada.
The journey took only 2 days and now he was here.
He crushed out a cigarette and entered the lobby. he did not hesitate to enter the elevator.

He left at the second floor and found what he had been looking for.
He entered the office.
he stopped in front of the receptionist and took a look around the room his eyes glued to the many posters with military hardware and soldier that hung on the wall.

"Can I help you Sir?"
The woman asked?

"Yes, ma'am. My name is Sancho Olmek and I want to apply for the Loyan Legion."

[Union]

ooc: I will skip ahead to the bus pick up. Hope that's fine with you.

The bus came to a stop by a small hotel in the the northern district of the capital. The recruits peer out the window to see who it was that will enter the bus. Several people were standing on the sidewalk, but one fellow caught their eyes.

"Coming in or not? This bus needs to get to Halifax by morning..." the driver spoke out the door.

[Pachamama]

ooc Just some info about the guy. Sancho served in the Terrangan Army infantry unit for 8 years. He has advanced rifleman training and demolitions training as well as being a machine gunner.
He joined up because he could not use his skills in combat in the Terrangan Army. He wants to be in a real war.
Besides he likes being a soldier and enjoys blowing things up.

IC
Olmek jumped inside the bus and walked down the isle his bag slung over his shoulder. He found an empty seat and settled down.
He was happy that his application was accepted and felt kind of anxious to what lay ahead.
He couldn't wait for his new live to start.
Looking around the bus and getting a glimpse at the other passengers he saw a young man looking straight ahead with an absent stare.
"Hey, anything wrong with you buddy" he said with a grin.

[Union]

His shout woke Aulrene from his daydream. Looking to his side, he saw it was the guy who was the last to get on the bus.

"Huh?" he dumbly replied. The guy gave him a grin. Those sitting near him laughed.

"He asked if something wrong with yea buddy," a tall jock from behind him informed. 

[Bara]

OOC: Well...you said i could...here it goes..

Dalibor Sava, more often called Bookworm by his friends looked in front of the office. He had come to Barakarin only a few days eariler, after some peolpe came. He fled his House in the hills, and came to canda. He had spent just about every penny he owned getting here. When he got here, he had to job. He had to rely on handouts. Then, he heard about the Forgion Legions. He fixed himself up right, then went in to join. He was accepted, and he was waiting on the bus. He had his cheap bag, and inside he held his meager spare cahnges, his books, and a few other things. The bus pulled up.

"You coming on?"

"What?

"I said, you coming on?"

"uh...yeah."

Dalibor walked up the steps, and looked on the bus. Everybody was staring at him. He quickly found a seat where some guy was looking at some other guy.

"uhh...sorry...but...uh... mind..if you could move over?"

[Pachamama]

Sancho shifted over as another man came aboard.
He moved a bit to let the guy trough while continuing his conversation.

"Hi there, name's Sancho. So hows it going? "

He looked around "Anybody knows how lone this ride will take ? Can't wait to get it on."

[Bara]

"My nnname is Dalibor. Sorry, iii sttuerr when im nervous"

[Aquatoria]

A quiet man sat behind the conversing group. He bore a large scar across his face missing his eyes. He watched as they shook hands and talked. He noticed many people from all over the world, Terrangers, a Barakarin, Canadians. But he didn't want to be left out. He sttod up and looked at the other men. He spoke with a strong Scotian accent, as he was from Nova Scotia. "Names Victor O'Niel. Where all you lads from? I was a tankman during the South Continental Wars. I fought at the First Battle of Toronto, the Battle of Queenston, the Battle of Winnipeg against the Yanks, then in the Battle of Hamilton and then in the Spring Offensive against the Dysaniians. Any experience among you lads?"

[Pachamama]

Sancho grinned at the huge man.
"So we got a vet here. We better stick to you then. Well I am from Terrangar and experience is what I am looking for. If been in the army for eight years.
Haven't seen a single battle besides some maneuvers."
He turned toward the man that had introduced himself as Dalibor.
"You better get that stutter out or you won't make officers material, not to mention radio operator"
He patted the guys shoulder. "Welcome anyway."

[Bara]

"Thanks. Been trying to work on that since i was littile"

Dalbior looked up on the huge man.

"Well..i hunted for a while, until some, i dont know what you call them, attacked from the east. Think there called "Kailerns"."

Dalbrior looked at the other guys. Seemed like a nice group of people. Better then some of the peolpe at the old Auto-Shop he worked at.

"Uh...just asking, what do you guys want to be in the forgion legions?"

[Union]

Aulrene blandly spoke out.

"They don't let you pick. You're assigned base on your abilities."

Perhaps his tone was a little bit rude, for he instantly regretted speaking out.

[Pachamama]

Sancho turned towards the man giving him a big grin and a slap on the back.
"Look who found his voice under the seat."
he leaned back in his seat while the bus rumbled on.
"Same in every army. At least at home you can choose when you sign up but in the end you will be run trough some tests and send you were they think you belong. But I am going to go for officer."
He smiled.
"well if I learned one thing in those eight years it's "Get sleep while you can"
He closed his eyes and relaxed.
"See you when the screaming starts"

[Aquatoria]

Victor turned to the man that just spoke up. He could tell from his accent that he was from Quebec. "You speak like your from Montreal, right? What's your name?" He looked at the rest of the men, how had all decided to sleep. "I will assume you fought in the francophone units. Which one?"