Hello! I am new to writing fanfictions so please only constructive criticism

This is a story where Percy will be a little Out Of Character (OOC). My story, my rules and whatever. Don't like it, don't read.

I DO NOT OWN PERCY JACKSON OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS!

All associated elements belong to Rick Riordan

Percy, alongside Reyna, strides towards Thalia's tree. The Golden Fleece glitters in the setting sun as Apollo descends across the horizon for Artemis' rise into the heavens. In the distance, the Twelfth Legion's masses of tents scatter the hills and the valleys as demigods bond with their siblings from the other camp.

"Preators!" A Roman demigod addresses the pair as they walk closer to the cabins and tents. The figure stands at attention as the Roman demigods stiffen themselves. Seeing Reyna's hand move up in an addressing motion, the demigod continues, "Maximillious Russo, Third Cohort's Optio!"

Raising her chin high, Reyna, in a commanding tone, orders, "Optio Russo, inform the Centurians to meet outside my tent at 2130 hours, about thirty minutes from now."

Maximillious nods before striding into the camp to find the six Centurians of the legion. As he turns around, Reyna calls out, "Inform Frank Zhang as well."

Turning to face Percy, Reyna looks up at him and rolls her eyes at his confused look. As the two walk down the pathways between the tents, weaving themselves between games of cards, dice, and other board games, the duo reach Reyna's tent.

Stepping inside, Reyna motions Percy to sit down at the round table in the center of the magically enlarged tent. Letting the flap fall down, Reyna sits adjacent to Percy as she pulls out a pile of papers. Once again, seeing Percy's glance, Reyna sighs and explains, "After every battle, the Centurians report to me for their losses. I record their losses and then once we return to New Rome, we host tryouts for current legionnaires to move up and for the probatios to join the legion."

"Interesting," Percy dryly comments as he shutters at the sight of the heaps of paper. Leaning back, Percy chuckles, "I think I'll let you handle the papers. Knowing me, I'd just ruin your careful records."

Pulling out a pen and shuffling her papers, Reyna rolls her eyes before replying, "Usually I had to harass Jason to do his share of the administrative work, though I guess with you it would be a disservice for myself if I even let you go near any records."

A cough enters the tent through the flaps as through the cracks, Percy and Reyna see six figures outside. Opening her flap, Reyna motions them to all sit as she points at Percy before jerking her arm to the seat left of her. Sitting down in a specific order, representing the number of the cohorts, the Centurians shuffle around in their chairs anxiously.

Standing in front of her chair and leaning towards Michael, Reyna savagely states, "Michael Kahale, First Cohort, under your orders according to reports from your Principales, hesitated and did not carry out orders from distress calls from Ida and Hank to attack Gaea's forces from the center!"

Seething, gripping the table hard, her knuckles turning red from the force applied, Reyna continues with a deadly, calm voice, "Instead, you decided to guard the siege works! Your actions nearly caused the routing of Second and Third Cohorts! What is your defense?"

Pink with embarrassment, Michael Kahale sputters, "I- well… Octavian ordered us to guard the machines!"

Scoffing, Reyna pulls herself back, eyes glaring at Michael. "When it comes to battle, I Centurians outrank Octavian. While he has died as a result of the battle, that does not excuse your insubordination!"

Breathing heavily, Reyna rises before pointing her spear, the tip crackling with bolts of blue lightning, at Michael and spitting out, "You are hereby demoted from the rank of Centurian of First Legion. You and your Optio are to be transferred to Fifth Legion as punishment. You will be demoted to Principales."

Turning to Frank, who is standing near the tent flap, Reyna offers, "Frank Zhang, due to your heroic actions during the Quest of the Seven, I offer to reinstate your rank as Centurian but as Centurian of First Legion."

Nodding slowly, Frank turns to Percy. Percy nods in agreement before Frank responds, "I accept, though only if Hazel is allowed to rejoin the Legion in my Cohort as my Optio."

Reyna shifts her eyes towards Percy as he nods in agreement once more. Responding, Reyna sits down and agrees. Shuffling her papers, Reyna calls out, "You are dismissed, Principale Kahale."

Flushed pink and muttering curses in latin, Michael stands up, standing at attention for a moment before passing Frank. Looking up and raising an eyebrow, Reyna jerks her head to the seat on her right, "Well, are you waiting for an invitation, Pilus Prior?"

(A/N: Pilus Prior is the title given to Centurian of the First Legion as they are supposed to be the best commander after the Preators.)

Cheeks turning pink also, Frank hastily nods before dashing towards his seat. Shuffling her papers, Reyna calls out, "Cohorts, two through six, report."

Ida, Centurion of Second Legion, sighs before shuttering, "Thirty-six. Forty wounded."

Eyes bulging, Reyna solemnly gazes at her before Hank, Centurion of Third Cohort reaches over and hugs her.

Hank, arms wrapped around Ida, gazes up, informing, "Twenty-eight. Thirty-three wounded."

Leila, sympathetically gazing at her colleagues, replies, "Six. Forty-one wounded for Fourth Cohort."

Leaning over the table, Lavinia shrugs before stating, "Both Fifth and Sixth Cohorts were held in reserve during the battle. Zero lost and three wounded due to rock debris."

Agreeing, Marcus adds, "Zero lost as well and seven wounded for the same reason."

The scratching of pen on paper slices through the silence as Reyna mutters the numbers under her breath. With her final stroke of the pen, Reyna sets down the papers before informing, "You have done well Centurians, go rest. Frank, I would like a word."

Hank guides Ida through the tent as soft sobs are heard as she exits. Sadly gazing after the duo, the other Centurians bid their goodbyes to Frank, Percy and Reyna as they exit after. Percy pats Frank on his back before looking at Reyna.

Reyna raises her eyebrow before pushing eleven letters towards Frank. Frank holds them up as he reads the names of the Principales within his Cohort with the other one reading Hazel's name. Reyna stands up, evening her papers with pats on the table, before informing, "Give those to your Principales, they will need to be informed of the change in leadership. Give Hazel's to her and inform her of her re-entry into the legion. Get a headcount by tomorrow evening for the status of your Cohort as well. Have Percy go with you to help out."

Standing up and clicking his heels together as he stands at attention, Frank swiftly exits the tent before Percy follows.

Frank stands next to the tent as Percy exits, the flap waving through the air as the hustle and bustle of the Roman camp bursts into Percy's ears. The moon shines brightly down on the Roman camp as the soldiers drink, sing, and party.

"Diana must be in a good mood tonight," Frank thinks as he stares into the heavens. Looking down, Frank starts to walk through the narrow path. Following Frank, Percy waves and replies to the partying soldiers as they laze around the camp.

Weaving through the path once more, Percy huffs at the sight of endless tents before tapping Frank's shoulder and asking, "Hah… how close… are… we?"

Shrugging, Frank deadpans, "No clue. Until today I haven't been First Cohort."

"I swear to Hades I will murder you Zhang," Percy grows as he pants.

Turning to a group playing poker, Frank inquires, "Either of you know where First Cohort is?"

Shrugging, the soldiers mutter with each other before one sits up and replies, "More in the direction you're walking. You'll see their gold trimmed tents, can't miss it."

"Thank you legionnaire," Frank smiles as he pulls Percy's shoulder towards the direction.

The gold edges of the tents shine as a small path separates the First Cohort's tents with the cohort's tents next to the area.

A golden eagle standard paints the sides of the cohort's command tent as the other ten shine with a purple flag with the eagle standard plastered in the middle. Walking between the rows of tents, Frank shouts, "First Cohort, attention!"

Suddenly, each tent flaps open as a rush of boots slam into the ground. Rows of three exit the tents as a soldier with a golden eagle paints the front of the helmet as the laurel of SQPR shines on the sides of the helmet.

Striding forward with Percy behind him, Frank calls out the names of the leaders of the tents, handing them their respective letters.

"Centurian Kahale has been demoted and transferred due to his insubordination. This is Frank Zhang, former Centurian of Fifth Cohort. He is the acting officer and I expect to be treated as such," Percy exclaims in a commanding voice.

The cohort's eyes widen as they realize who Percy is. Stiffening their posture, the cohort's soldiers face impassively forward. Stepping forward, Frank smiles back at Percy before turning to his cohort.

"Do not worry, I have high hopes for First Cohort. I will be speaking to all of you in the coming days. Principales, I require a headcount tomorrow morning for a report to Preator Reyna," Frank address.

Seeing the soldiers nod in confirmation, Frank turns on his heel and calls, "Dismissed!"

Scampering is heard once more as the flaps flourish in the air as the First Cohort enters their tents. Percy smiles and pats Frank on the back before stating, "You'll do well. You know you can always turn to your colleagues and Reyna and myself if you need help with them, yeah?"

"Mhm," Frank responds, "I'll keep that in mind, thanks Percy."

Striding towards the command tent, Frank yawns as Percy walks down the empty roads between the tents. Staring up, Percy smiles as the moon shines down upon him and the Huntress glimmers with heavenly light.

'Somehow,' Percy ponders as he yawns, 'I think I found where I belong.'