"Attention!" shouted an lion approaching the line.

All of the lions quickly stood up straight.

Kovu could tell from the stripes on the approaching lion's foreleg that he was the Drill Sergeant and that another lion, a Corporal, was following close behind him.

"Well, well, well," said the Sergeant while approaching the line.

"I asked for lions and they send me lambs." He continued in a sarcastic tone of voice while walking up to a lion.

"Pathetic" said the Sergeant right in the lion's face then walked in front of the line and turned to face them.

"From this moment on you all are no one! I am everyone and I am everything! You will not speak unless spoken to; And if you are spoken to you are to answer 'Sir, yes sir' or 'Sir, no sir', Do I make myself clear!"

"Sir, yes sir!" responded all.

"For the next three months of your sorry lives, I will be your Drill Sergeant and you will address me as such. And I WILL do everything in my power and leoninely possible to make your life a living hell! Understand?"

"Sir, yes sir!"

"Now, I want to know who each and everyone of you termites were, and what sorry Pride you decided to dragged your tails from, Starting with you," command the Sergeant, pointing to Kovu.

"Kovu sir! Outlands Pride!" Kovu responded.

"An Outlander huh? Well it's good to know for at least one of you termites, I just might have something to work with!" cooly commented the Sergeant before moving on down the line.

Kovu started to unstealth his claws but thought better of what he was about to do and stealthed them again. Best not to get in trouble on the first day, but then again, Kovu didn't even want to be here in the first place. Ever since he and Kiara had become mates Simba began to have little tolerance for him (not that he ever had any for him in the first place), so it was only a matter of time before Simba drafted Kovu into the PLMC, The Pridelands Leonine Marine Corps, famous for their elite training and lions and infamous for the methods used to train those lions. But Kovu quickly refocused his mind as the Drill Sergeant began to reach the end of the line.

"Chagina, Okavango Pride!"

"Kijana, Greenlands Collation!"

"Nuru, Angel Pride! "

"Jinkens, Sa--"

"Jinkens? What kind of name is that," interrupted the Sergeant, not at all concerned about being rude.

"I don't know sir, that's just the name they gave me where I came from" answered Jinkens.

"And where did you come from 'Jinkens'," said the Sergeant putting an unnecessary emphasis on the last word.

There was a short pause

"The San Diego Zoo sir" said Jinkens gritting his teeth slightly.

"What the adiann is a zoo?" said the Sergeant making Jinkens... rather angry. (I hope you get that, I'm sure kahllynn will)

"Honestly sir! Is that adianning necessary!" fumed a pissed off Jinkens.

There was a short a pause, one of the Sergeant's eyes begin to twitch.

"Necessary? Your going to dare to backtalk me termite? But then again, you always have to be prepared for the unexpected; you never know when someone may pull a gun on you!" the Sergeant yelled pulling a combat eight-shell pump-action shotgun out of nowhere, loaded it with one paw, and aimed it directly at Jinkens' head.

"Umm, Sir are you just pulling out that shotgun to illustrate a point?" whimpered Jinkens just like a scared little cub.

There was a long pause.

"I'm afraid not Jinkens," said the Sergeant then knocked-out Jinkins with the butt of the shotgun.

"May this be a lesson to the rest of you termites!", shouted the Sergeant throwing the shotgun aside, it flies through the air and breaks the windshield of a nearby humvee.

"What lesson is that?", accidentally burred out a lion.

"What was that!", shouted the Sergeant getting up in the lion's face.

"N-- n-- nothing sir," stuttered the lion.

"Nothing my paw! I'll tell you that was; that was disrespect! Now drop and give me fifty!" ordered the Sergeant.

"fifty what?" nervously asked the lion.

"Push-ups! Aiheu Damn it!", roared the Sergeant grabbing the lion by the scruff with his claws unstealthed and shoving him to the ground.

As the lion painfully started counting off his fifty, another lion started to laugh. The Sergeant was on him in a heartbeat.

"What is so funny?" Sergeant demand of the lion.

"Nothing sir!" says the lion quickly, smiling nervously.

"What are you smiling at? Do I look like a comedian to you?" said the Sergeant giving the lion a death stare.

"Sir, No sir," he responded, the color draining from his face.

"You see those barracks?", interrogated the Sarge.

"Yes, Drill Sergeant!"

"Run five times around them!" declared the Sergeant. However the lion just stands there like an obvious cub.

"NOW DAMN IT!"

"Yes sir!" quickly says the recruit running off.

"Corporal make sure he runs them, and don't forget to "motivate" him," says the Drill Sergeant to the Corporal standing next to him.

"Yes sir" says the Corporal, pulling out a Desert Eagle then chasing after the private.

"Getting going you termite!" shouted the Corporal, then firing at the lion's paws.

"Man, these fools are crazy!", shouted the lion (which, ironically, just happened to be Kovu's very thought and almost all the lions on the line) before turning the corner.

Finally the Sergeant addresses the privates left standing.

"Your souls may belong to Aiheu, But your sorry tails belong to the Marines! "

Kovu remained silent.