Antigua stood in front of a group of 14 that stood before him, and he chuckled. They all wore the clothes of an Arrancar with details of the ones of the past that Antigua once wore, robes, hooded and waving with the wind. "I suppose now is the time…," Antigua muttered and then grinned, looking at the figures before him. "Primera, report!"

A man in his 30's walked forth, long, untamed brown hair, some stubble on his chin, a monocle on his left eye. His left eye had a red iris, savage-looking with a single black line running down the middle of his eye. His right eye however was a dark brown, looked humane and everything. His uniform however had some fur running along the right sleeve, and left leg. On his left and right legs were pistols that were hidden in sheaths as if they were swords. Attached to his waist however was an actual katana, yellow scabbard, yellow leathered hilt, circular-shaped hilt guard, and the sheathed blade appeared to measure around 97cm. "Stark du Shuvark, sir," he said. His tone of voice sounded really bored, and was unable to really contain his feeling for this very meeting.

"Stand down, soldier," Antigua said, ignoring the boredom in Stark's voice. "Next, Segunda Espada, report!" he barked in command.

Another man stepped forth, this one appearing to be in his early 20's. This man appeared to have deathly pale flesh, cold, hard green eyes with black sclera. On his head was a battle helmet with two horns on the opposite sides. The man's hair was long, messy, and raven-black. His upper lip was black, while his bottom lip was also deathly pale. His fingers were slight claws, while on his legs were a black fur running down towards the feet, which were sharp, black talons. "Ulquiorra Schiffer, reporting Lord Antigua," he said coldly, revealing pitch black fangs.

"You may stand down, Ulquiorra. Tercera, report!" Antigua barked once more.

A dark-skinned woman walked forth, her face appearing hard and serious. Her eyes were narrow while a few black tattoos were on her cheeks. She had dark blue eyes, and large bust that appeared to have not been able to be contained underneath her uniform. Her lips seemed perfectly tender, and devilish with two fangs over them. On her back was a huge, broad blade that looked like a fin. She wore high heels, and at the tip of the high heels were blue, bubble-shaped tattoos. "Tia Halibel, reporting Master Antigua," she said coldly as well.

"Good, you may stand down, Halibel. Quinta Espada, report!" he said.

A healthy white-skinned man walked for, looking to be in his late 20's stepped forth. He had one of those 'Look at me, I'm gonna kill ya!' look on his face. He had short, blue hair that was left untamed, with one strand hanging over his forehead. Perched on his head was a bone, crown-like structure. His Espada uniform was TORN open, revealing his chest, and a large gaping hole on his stomach. His hands were dark, pitch black claws with light blue tips on each. His eyes were a cyan blue with sea foam green tattoos around his eyes that reached out to his sideburns. "Grimmjow Jaggerjacues… bitch," the man spat.

Antigua sweat dropped, "Despite the disrespect… I'll allow that to pass… Next… Sexta Espada."

A beautiful, pale young woman walked out of the shadows, her long, silver white hair shining luminously. She appeared very young, looking like a girl whom had just graduated college. Her eyes were a deathly pale gray with black sclera. She was wearing her Espada uniform quite differently. Her Espada uniform was like a nightgown that reached all the way to her shins, sleeveless, black, and with a few (8) pockets. Her best was no longer too obvious, but it was implied that it was still large. On her back were tiny, baby-like wings. On her head was a tiny, princess' crown made of bone that seemed non-detachable. "Sexta Espada, Selena Rosa, reporting for duty Moony~" she giggled.

"… Duly noted… Septima Espada, REPORT!"

Another girl walked out, this one appearing to be about 18 years old. Her facial expression made her appear happy, chocolate-brown eyes revealing sorrow within however. She wore the Espada uniform exactly the way Saturn wore it, fully covering her body and everything. She had healthy white skin, and a katana was nowhere to be found on her body, like Grimmjow, Ulquiorra and Selena. She was barefoot however, not wearing sandals or socks. "Um… Lou-Lou Schiffer, reporting…," she said quietly.

"Duly noted. Octava Espada, you're up!"

Another woman walked out, this one was a tan, light skinned woman with the appearance of a woman in her late 20's. She appeared thin, looking almost anorexic. She had yellow tattoos on her uniform, and a few black spots all over it too. Her hair is long, flowing and a light brown. She appeared completely happy for some very strange reason! "Anabel Jaggerjacues reporting for duty sir~! Hehe, I said duty…," she giggled to herself.

Antigua sweat dropped, "Novena Espada, report please…"

A man walked out into the crowd. Short, dark violet hair. He had a young, mid-20's look, thin body, tan yellow skin, emerald green eye iris. He's also somewhat shorter than the rest of the group… The uniform appeared to be tight, revealing muscles on his body. "Ajax "Deathstalker" Cadan, reporting for duty bitch as your future king!" he said with disrespect.

"… Please just move onto the next one… Decima Espada…"

Neliel walked out of the crowd, appearing unchanged whatsoever compared to the other Espada before her. "Neliel tu Oderschvank, reporting sire," she said obediently with a smile on her face.

"And now, meet your commanders You will do as they say, but if I say otherwise, you will not do what they say… Saturn, Mars, Jupiter, Pegasus and Lernaen."

Out of the shadows stepped forth Saturn, Mars and Jupiter, very familiar faces… However, all the way on the left was a soft-looking man, wearing a tuxedo-like version of the Arrancar uniforms. He had sapphire blue eyes, short gray hair, appeared to look like a 21 year old. He was quite tall, looked almost devilishly handsome to top it all off! On his right waist was a whole row of black daggers that hung there without purpose. On his right waist was a row of small bags, each of them seeming to contain something different. On his back, hung by a white sash, was a katana. It's sheath was a dark, navy blue, and could be measured to be about 112cm. There was no hilt guard, but there was a hand-guard etched with feather-like structures on it. The hilt itself was just a light blue leather. "My name is Pegasus le Naugh," the man spoke softly with a smile on his face.

All the way on the right however, walked out a being with a very cold presence that made even Grimmjow shake a little. He had short-cut black hair with several silver bangs. He wore a battered and tattered version of Pegasus' uniform. At the end of the sleeves were several snake-like makings on it. On the right side of his face lay a snake scale of pure white. His flesh was a light tan shade with the appearances of that of a 40 year old man. His eyes were a pitch black iris, and appeared to be cold, hard and somewhat angered. "My name is Lernaen Shiraki, I will not be as soft as this guy over there," he pointed at Pegasus, "I will make sure that you succeed and do as you're told," he finished quite coldly.

"You are all dismissed now," Antigua barked in command, everyone already leaving. "There's still the matter that we don't have a Cuarta Espada… I'll need to look in on one quick before I can truly battle Soul Society…," he muttered to himself. He looked up, seeing a pure white eagle perched on the throne. This eagle was looking down at him, looking almost… empty? "Who the hell are you?"

"My name is Arndt Arshvick. I heard you were looking for Vasto Lorde from my comrades, am I correct?" he asked, sounding very cold, but Antigua had to commend that a Vasto Lorde had the bravery to waltz in and question an existence of a higher level…

"Yes, yes I am. And why do you ask?"

"I wish to join you."

"Oh? Why?"

"… I'm already empty… I've been searching for so long the answer to why I've been so empty for so long. I think that the rush of battle may wind up making me feel what's been missing in my heart…," the eagle responded quietly.

"Oh? Why would th--" suddenly, the eagle clawed out at him, actually SCRATCHING him to the point that he was now bleeding quite a lot. The wound healed of course, giving him no reason to be alarmed, but by the look of his grin and the look in his eyes, it meant that he was impressed with that feat. "Wow… so you claim to be a Vasto Lorde, yet you ripped through my Hierro quite easily… Hmmm… I'll let you join then, but I'll need to see to it that you become an Arrancar, and then see what ranking you'd be by fighting your fellow Arrancars," he explained.

The eagle nodded, "I thank you… Lord Antigua…"

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Author's Note; I feel bored today… bored as hell…