As the rays of the full moon shone down upon the Kingdom of the Beaks, the soldiers alined themselves on each sides of the small path leading from the main entrance of the Main Base to the giant perch which the Monarchs used as a throne. Down that path walked Ginger towards the perch, followed closely behind by Valdimore, and they only stopped when they reached the foot of the giant perch, which had been trimmed with bright green vines. Atop the structure stood the proud Monarchs Nyra and Metal Beak. Both owls swooped down off of their spots and landed directly in front of the owls who had saved their Union.

"My Soldiers," Metal Beak began. "We have gathered here tonight to recognize the noble deeds of fellow Pure Ones Ginger, Tyto Alba, and Valdimore, Bubo Africanus. Combining their skills in the spy field, they were successful in penetrating the security of our most feared enemy, the notorious Guardians of Ga'Hoole, where Ginger gathered crucial information concerning their evil plans by fooling them into thinking she was one of them and passing what she'd learned onto Valdimore, who battled the harsh weather among the Sea of Hoolemere back and forth from there to here in the Beaks and back again for days straight, giving us the knowledge required to evade their planned attacks involving the ever dangerous flecks. Had these two owls not accepted the mission and/or prevailed, the Tytonic Union of Pure Ones would have crumbled under the merciless talons of the Ga'Hoolian owls. And for their heroic deeds, we not only salute them, but we reward them for their valiance."

The whole area burst out with cheering and victorious shrees for the two owls.

"Valdimore," the king said to the Eagle Owl, who had his chest feathers puffed out quite a bit. "Your skills as a slipgizzle are, as from what we have seen you accomplish, unsurpassable. I shall give you the honor of starting your owl Spy Chaw!"

"Oh my Glaux, are you serious!?" the Eagle Owl screeched in a tone that made him sound rather immature. Upon realizing his lack of formality, he cleared his throat and put on a much more sophisticated look.

"Why, your Majesty, I'm flattered. I shall willingly and happily accept your offer."

"Heh heh...Something tells me you'll get along quite well with your students."

"I apologize for the outburst, your Pureness. It shan't happen again."

Metal Beak just rolled his eyes in an amused fashion and turned to Ginger.

"You, young Ginger, have exceeded my greatest expectations, and have not only earned my greatest approval, but my utmost respect. You shall from here on out be referred to as a General. General of the Trainee Pure Ones!"

Again there was a joyous uproar from the Pure Ones surrounding them.

"SPEECH! SPEECH! SPEECH! SPEECH! SPEECH! SPEECH!"

"What, me?" the young Barn Owl stuttered once she realized they were awaiting an oration from her.

"Ah, don't worry about it, young'un," the High Tyto told her. "You got this one in the bag."

If you say so, Ginger said to herself before turning to the crowd, which had grown silent.

"Well," she began, still rather nervous. "I'll be honest, fellow Pure Ones; I never saw this day coming. Being cooped up in a hollow most of your life doesn't really give you a good picture of the outside world without someone telling you about it, so I had no idea what was out here. But I guess I have my brother to thank for this. I mean, if he hadn't driven me to a breaking point, I'd probably still be living near Chatham. If I were still living near Chatham, I wouldn't even know you guys exist, AND IF I DIDN'T KNOW YOU GUYS EXISTED, YOU'D PROBABLY ALL BE DEAD AND-"

Ginger stopped the instant she found that she had grown frantic thinking of what the fate of the Tytonic Union would've turned out to be without her assistance, and she knew she sounded very unprofessional.

"...Anyway...That's not what happened. I was driven out into the outside world and I found you...or...concerning how I got here, it was you that found me, but that's irrelevant right now, cuz' I'm talking about us. I'm talking about our proud organization and what we're capable of. I'm not in the U.S.A. I'm here. And you're all here. And the Guardians have been defeated...well, for now, at least...and most importantly, the Tytonic Union of Pure Ones is still standing and strong! As long as we are united, nothing can take us down!"

The cheers rang louder that Ginger had ever imagined they could. She looked out at the many Pure Ones who had helped in the battle of that night. She looked at the right side of the hall, where Vaygar, Uklah, and Phillip were supporting her along with the rest of the Union. Though she didn't show it, she was ecstatic. Despite her joy and excitement, one question did enter her mind.

Where'd Kludd? Didn't he come to see this?

"GINGER!" a familiar voice shouted from the back of the crowd, out of which ran a maskless Kludd towards her before embracing her in his seemingly huge wings, much to Ginger's shock, and a bit of embarrassment as well.

"Kludd," she groaned, being a might squished by the force of her best fighter's wings. "I can't breathe like this."

"Heh, um..." Kludd's white facial disk turned pink as let go of her. "M-my bad."

"Why so late?"

"I actually was dumb enough to try to go after Soren. I don't know what urged me to do that, though."

"Yeah. So, you wanna go finish that game of Nootie Ball?"

"What?"

"What?"

"Can't hear you Ging'! Crowd's too loud!"

Even over the huge calamity the Pure Ones were making, Metal Beak managed to hear Kludd's complaint.

"Soldiers, you are dismissed!" he called out. All of the helmed soldiers scattered immediately, and Nyra and Metal Beak retreated back to their secret hollow.

"Well, that works!" Kludd remarked. "Now what did you say before, Ginger?"

"I asked if you were up to that second round Nootie Ball we never got to do before I left."

"Oh, I'm totally up for it."

"What about the rest of you?" Ginger asked her other soldiers.

"Let's not stand around and waste time, then!" Vaygar responded as he took to the skies. "Last one to the playing field is a pile o' seagull splat!"

"Hey!" Phillip protested. "You got a head start!"

The rest of the Trainees followed the young Grass and Sooty Owls up out of the Main Base and into the dim, starry air, the thoughts of the ambush that had occurred that night quickly slipping from their minds. Now was not the time for battle. They had a game to start up.