Legion I

Commander Viggo Hansen is a fair man, if you follow through his commands without question he will make sure that you properly rewarded. Even though most of the battalion feared him because of stern personality and massive frame he doesn't speak when unneeded, surprisingly enough even though he is a very sizable man his steps are as quite as a assassin; even in full armor he tends to sneak up to people who aren't as keen in their senses.

"Captain Phyrus, Come in" I heard his booming voice after I knocked the door

The Commander always knew who it is that visits him. Now Viggo Hansen is not a handsome man by a long shot not that it mattered he is quite well known for his skills in warfare and a cool head making decisions that won us many crutial battles. His graying dark hair was cut short to the standard military specifications, his skin is like the dark leather that we use as armor rough and hard, his eyes are dark brown that can see through your very soul, though his face is not marred with scars like some of the officers that I met, I know from a first-hand experience that he as deadly as they are.

I enter his office and gave a crisp salute squaring my shoulders and looking right at him "Sir. He gave no response and continued his work. After a while my eyes start to wander around his room, most of the things that are found in his office are more pragmatic, unlike most of the offices around here that are overly decorated. Though a shelf in the other side of the room is an exception. They are filled with trinkets and bobbles from the battles he fought in.

"At ease Captain" he said not looking up to the paperwork that he is working through. Snapping at the attention he looked up and gestured towards the empty chair in front of his desk.

"Have a seat" I briskly walked towards the chair never taking my eyes of the veteran.

"You called for me Commander?" I asked keeping an impassive face.

Instead of answering me he stood from his seat and slowly walked towards a shelf in the other side of the room that are filled with his trophies.

"Do you recognize some these items Captain?" I nodded proptly

"Yes sir, I am familiar with some of them"

He stopped beside the shelf and faced me for the first time, "Good, do you know what these are for?"

"They are symbols you of your victories Sir"

Commander Hansen was silent for a moment before proceeding "Wrong, rather they are the defeats that accumulated from my years being a soldier." He took a deep breath and continued "Each individual nation of Runeterra has its strength and weaknesses"

He picked up a petricite dagger and held it in front of his face "The Damacians, our arch enemy they have the most well trained soldiers of the world their conviction is as steady as their swords are strong" He looked towards me with a sideway glance.

"however, they're naiveté and their bigotry towards magic will be there downfall."

I straightened after that, having a long history towards Damacia and magic. The commander placed the dagger back in its place and picked up a broken wooden flask. "Ionia" he traced his fingers on the cracks of the side of the trinket.

"They are the masters of combat even though they are few they are rarely outmatched, but" he grip the flask tightly forming new cracks in its broken visage his eyes shining briefly with anger "their beliefs will be the end of them."

I nodded, having an inkling on what he was getting to. He placed the flask gently down its place releasing it from his grip. "Lastly, the Freljord a hellish place where the weak is culled and strong strive, they are battle harden, a day in the battlefield is not much worse than a single evening in their lands." He grabs a finely made hatchet that is made from a bone of some beast. "Fortunately they are scattered, they would rather fight each other than fight a common enemy." I smirked inwardly having been in many battles in the North, it is not uncommon for us to pit other tribes against each other and swoop in after they culled each other's numbers.

"Now" he walked back towards his desk and placed the bone hatchet in the table and sat down

"What do you think is the greatest strength of Noxus?" he said crossing his fingers on the edge of the table patiently waiting for my response.

Now that is a dangerous question, I stayed silent for a minute formulating a answer, "We have the largest army in all of Runeterra, even though our troops are not as disciplined as Demacias we make up to it by the diversity of our army accepting people who have the strength to take arms and something out of themselves."

He gave me a thin smile "Well said Captain" he untangled his crossed fingers and crossed his arms instead. "and the weaknesses?"

I nodded "Thank you sir" discussing Noxus weaknesses was a easier subject, it's no secret to the world what our problems are in the nobles and sycophants that are plaguing our nation.

"The problem sir is the rampant corruption in the chain of command, wars have been lost because of the selfishness of some of the Nobles and the problem of our ideology." Commander Hansen gave me a blank look "And what is the problem with our belief?" I hesitated thinking I had crossed a line.

"Speak up Captain I asked you a question and I expect an answer." His voice betraying nothing

I released a breathe that I was holding "Y-yes sir, though our belief of strength conquers all is good for the morale and the fighting capacities of our troops, it does not speak of loyalty towards our Nation, that is why the rampant corruption because men and women are drunk on power and willing to do anything to gain more of it." I decided to stop in that moment being careful on what I was saying not wanting to anger the commander.

He was studying at me like I was a puzzle that he was trying to piece together, finally he spoke up.

"Do you know why I'm asking you all of these Titus?"

I quickly look the Commander in the eyes the only time that the commander called me by my first name is when he is tasking me a crucial mission. I squared my shoulders and answered him "No sir"

He gave a shrug and pulled out a bottle of darkish blue liquid from bellow his desk and two small crystal glasses with the insignia of Noxus carved in the front.

"This is a 15 year old North blue made from the province of Aarhus in the Freljords" He poured the alcohol in both glasses till it's both halfway filled.

"The high command is tasking me to make a special regiment." He paused and picked up his glass admiring how the blue liquid looked through its translucent container. "This regiment will made up of soldiers from different nations of Runeterra, Ionian, Demacian even Bilgewater; I care not from where they came we need to find the best soldiers that cover our armies weaknesses." He finished pushing the other glass in my direction.

"And you shall lead them into battle." He finished taking a small sip from his drink, eyes still boring into mine.

I feel anger rising in my chest but I kept my face impassive 'after the shit they put me through? They're pulling me from my regiment, those damn bastards' "I suppose I won't have a say in this Commander?" He gave a dry chuckle and said "No, it is not optional the high command entrusted you with this honour be proud of it." It's a nice way of saying 'If you refuse you die so be a good soldier and do as your told'

Taking a deep breath to calm myself, Commander Hansen raised his glass for a toast.

"For your promotion"

Our glasses softly clinked with our toast and we both downed our respective drink. My face scrunched up a little not expecting the alcohol to be that strong, the Commander smiled thinly at my reaction "Has quite a kick does it not?"

Setting our glasses down he proceeded to the detail of my new post, "Now Captain, meet with Lieutenant Garza at the main hall he will tell you the details of your new post." Picking up his quill and getting back to his paperwork. "That is all, dismissed"

I promptly stood up and gave him a crisp salute "Sir" I said evenly and proceeded to exit the room.

"And Pyhrus" I turned, Commander Hansen's eyes not leaving his work "Good luck"

"Thank you sir" I said after a brief pause. As I walked in the poorly lit halls of our barracks I try to keep my mind as blank as possible. Trying keeping a composed face not wanting others to see the anger that I was desperately contain. 'adapt and thrive' I kept chanting under my breath.

Just like before, I need to adapt and thrive.

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