"You there, who the hell are you!?" The instructor shouted at some poor tiny little blonde boy. Nicolette didn't really care much for what the boy had to say, or for what the instructor had to shout. Her attention was more so focused on her pants.

She hated those damn pants. They were white pants, and she hated wearing white. Jonah had insisted they would go better with her uniform then her capri cut bottoms, but Nicolette still insisted on wearing her black top. Yes, wearing white pants was a rather silly thing to care about, but she just hated how easily they got dirty.

"And what about you?" Nicolette's heart dropped as she realized the instructor was speaking to her. She looked up, her eyes coming to meet his, the bright sun beating down on them both as they entered a rather long silence coupled with frightening stare down. "I said what about you! Who the hell are you?"

"Nicolette Gregor from Stohess District!" She shouted back at him, more alert now.

"And why the hell are you here?" He shouted back.

"Because I choose to be here!" She answered, shouting, sparing no specific details which only seemed to upset the instructor.

"Is that so? You think you're too good to share your motives?"

"No sir! But I don't see why others need to know. My motives are my own, they will not motivate anyone other than me, so why share them?"

There was silence, the instructor took a step away and looked from her, "You have much to learn, luckily for you we do see a purpose in sharing our knowledge, or else you wouldn't last five minutes outside the walls!" The instructor moved on.

Nicolette exhaled a deep breath, as if she had been holding it in ever since the instructor had came up to her. After that she paid less attention to her pants, and more so to the instructor as he continued to make his way through the cadets, shouting at them and what not.

"And who the hell are you?"

"Jean Kirschtein, from Trost District!"

"Why are you here?"

"To join the Military Police and live in the interior!"

Nicolette noticed a few stares of slight judgments casted by her fellow cadets over at the boy, Jean, as if they were offended with his honesty. "So you want to live in the interior, do you?"

"Yes!" Jean answered with an enthusiastic smile.

Without a moment of hesitation the instructor slammed his forehead against the boy, head-butting him so hard Jean fell to his knees. "Who said you could sit? If you can't handle this you can forget about the Military Police!"Nicolette noticed a few glances here and there, even a few smiles, as if the others were taking a certain amount of joy from Jeans pain.

The instructor carried on, passing torment to a boy who stated he wanted to serve the king, and then next to another who screwed up his salute. But then there was silence and Nicolette noticed the instructor's attention had been begged away from the poor excuse for a salute to a girl who actually had the idiot thought to eat a potato. When he confronted her she looked around, as if she seriously thought he was talking to anyone else. "I'm talking to you! Who the hell are you?"

"Sasha Braus, from Dauper Village on the south side of Wall Rose!" She saluted him with the potato still in her hand.

"And what are you holding in your right hand?"

"A steamed potato, sir." She answered as if she saw no fault in any of it, then she had the brilliant idea to admit she stole it.

Nicolette rolled her eyes, turning her attention away not caring to hear what she was sure to be an epic scream of fury from the instructor as he punished the poor girl.

As everyone else was watching the potato girl and instructor have it out over the potato she took the time to really look them over. She wondered how many would actually graduate. Who might be top ten. Who might join the Garrison Squad, and who else like her would be foolish enough to join the Scout Regiment.

Whether they were called there by honor, couldn't salute worth a damn, or loved potatoes, whether she liked it or not she was stuck with this lot-minus the one who'd quit anyway. These people here with her now would become her brothers and sisters in arms. She would train with them, and those who joined her in the Scouts she would fight alongside. This was the 104th Trainee Squad.