A/N: Hey Guys, long time no see! So, I will be incorporating Ranks to the Units, Based of German Ranks but in its English Equivalent. Soldat will be Private and Unteroffizier will be Corporal. The Heads of Units, Commander Erwin or Commander Pixis will retain the rank, but they are, in all essence, equivalent to that of a Generalmajor or Brigadier.
2 years and 4 months after the start of the 104th Training Corps, Training Corps Compound, Trost. Instructor Shadis stared at his charges. The 104th Training Corps stood at attention in Parade formation in front of him. The past 2 years has been rough as this batch of Trainees had been of a visible scale of ability. Whilst he was extremely proud of the upper levels, he was just as disappointed with the lower ones. He shook his head and nodded to one of his assistants. The assistant came up and handed him a piece of paper. That paper contained the rankings of the trainees as of that day. Calling out name after name, the Trainee Corps separated into the two distict groups.
"You are here today to mark the final semester of your training. You have exactly 6 months before you graduate and will have to choose your Army. Might I remind you that to even qualify for the Military Police, you must be in the top 10 of your Corps." Shadis stated. He was about to say more when an assistant came up to him to whispered something in his ear.
"It seems there has been a change of plans. Originally, you lot on my left were to be trained by me personally, and the ones on the right are to be trained by my assistants. Now, I guess not." The sound of 2 ODMG was heard along with a soft pat followed by another heavier plop. Shadis turned towards the two and promptly saluted.
The two figures walked forward to reveal a masked man in all black and an old bald man in Garrison Uniform. The Bald man was Commander Dot Pixis, the highest-ranking officer in the Southern Territories. They both returned the salute and walked up to the front of the trainees.
The Commander took a step forward and began to address the Trainees. "Good Morning trainees! I am Dot Pixis, Commander of the Southern Territories, as well as the Commander of the Garrison. Today you are gathered because the higher ups have decided to train you in a different manner. Instead of traditional methods like you have in the past 2 years, we will be teaching you tactics gathered from a man who has done more outside the wall than the Scouting Legion has for their entire existence. Unfortunately, due to only being one man, he has requested to have a class of less than 20, and there are exactly 20 of you on the left. So, he will be taking you for the training. The rest of you will be continuing training under Instructor Shadis and myself."
The two groups separated, the large group with Instructor Shadis and Commander Pixis still at the gathering Point, whilst the smaller group left to the front of the barracks.
The Trainees stood in a Square Formation, still at attention with their mysterious instructor at the head of it all. "Greetings all, I am a Lieutenant of the Special Operations Groups, codenamed 'Six'. Are to refer to me as Instructor-Lieutenant, or just instructor if you cannot. Any questions?"
He pointed at a trainee with buzz-cut grey hair. "Yes?"
"Connie, Instructor-Lieutenant, Connie Springer. What is this Special Operations Groups and why haven't we heard of it before?"
Nodding, the Lieutenant replied. "The Special Operations Group, or SOG, is very small Unit comprising of less than 40 Members and are usually made out of the top Trainee or Soldier from any of the three branches of the Military. We are very picky with our members and are not directly affiliated with any one branch. Although, we do report to the respective commanders should we come across them."
Another trainee put his hand up and when given the nod, proceeded to ask his question. "Instructor-Lieutenant, Commander Pixis says that you spend more time outside the walls than the Survey Corps. How long truly?"
With another nod, the lieutenant responded. "We the SOG often go outside the walls for Months on end, but if you are talking about myself, I generally spend a year outside the walls with my team. My team and I are what we call surveyors. Although named similarly to the Survey Corps, we have completely different jobs. Theirs is to find a way to eliminate the titans and recapture lost assets, whilst ours is to go out as far as possible and take note of the status of the world. For example, we measure the water level at the sea, the number of animals per square kilometre, so on and so forth."
"If there aren't any more questions, you are free to go. You are to assemble here tomorrow at 1000 hrs in full ODMG. Please eat moderately for a rough workout. I will be observing your skills. Good day all." The Lieutenant stated, then turned to return to Commander Pixis, who was still giving some long-winded speech about preseverence and the like.
The lieutenant walked out to Pixis, pulled out his Drinking flask, and proceeded to plug his mouth with the opening of the flask. Originally surprised, the Commander's face soon became mellow as he continued to drink the contents of the flask. After a little while, the Lieutenant pulled the flask off the Commander and watched as the Commander stood there, stoned. The Lieutenant pulled the Commander on his back, nodded at the Instructor and the Trainees and used his ODMG to return to Garrison HQ within Trost.
A/N: Any guesses who the Lieutenant is? Heh, see you when I see you!