The birds sang out in the air. Whistling calmly between the trees of the Imperial garden's. Beautiful, at least it was until the place was turned into a personal yard for the Legion.

"Attention!" The commander roared out, echoing across the gardens. Catching the attention of all the recruits facing him. Everyone's ear drums just took a trip to Oblivion as they rubbed their head's In unison staring at the furious looking commander.

Commander Manhart. The old Imperial was well known around these parts. Formerly decorated general and Legate, lead successful skirmish's In Black Marsh, Summerset Isles, and Skyrim. Even one to Coldharbour, explains the thick blue scar under the eyepatch of where his left eye used to be. They said many a story about the commander, but only one looked to be true... His voice could shout Dragon's out the sky.

"I ask for Legion material! And they send me what? a bunch of goat herders that would rather star at the pretty little butterflies then grab a sword. Well, by Molag Bal's cock! this is gonna be a fun week for you now isn't it!" The Commander roared, pacing up and down in the line. Fierery eye locked onto each recruit as he made his attitude known.

"Deadric prince of domination, our commander pledges his cock to thee" Bellowed a Breton recruit from the other end of the line. Grin masking his face.

"By the nine! We have ourselves a joker!" He shouted walking back up to the far end of the line. Gripping a Bosmer recruit by the collar.

"I bet it was you. Knife eared leaf-eating piece of goblin filth!" The Commander shouted, furious completely.

The wood elf shook frantically as everyone simply stared his way. The Breton beside him starting to look slightly nervous. "No i-i-it wasn't me Commander!"

"You make me sick! I've seen more meat on a Goblin's thigh then I've seen on you boy! Do you plan on hugging the waistline's o-"

"SIR! *cough* it was me, sir! I made the joke!" The Breton nervously interrupted the commander during his rant at the Bosmer, who now looked relieved as Manhart dropped him down to come face to face with the cocky Breton.

Leaning almost kissing distance the Breton, his face was as red as Oblivion. "Well. About time you owned up! What's your name recruit?" Manhart watched closely, his good eye wide open.

"Sir! Davin Maledeth! Si-" The Breton wheezed as he dropped to his knees from a hard punch straight to the stomach. Manhart pulling his fist back into a sharp finger pointing at the recruit.

"Is my title sir or commander! Hm? got nothing to say, Jester. By Oblivion! I like that name! From now on I'm gonna call you Jester. Do you like that name recruit?" Manhart shouted, a cracked smile looking down at the Breton who was struggling to regain breath, winded and crawling beneath the commander's feet.

Coughing, the Breton looked up to final give a response. "*Cough* Yes Si-" He was silenced by a stiff boot to the chest from Manhart.

"I don't know what Spriggan sap you've been sucking over In Highrock, but you better check yourself you pompous slime! I am your commanding officer, not your 'sir' I ain't gonna read you no bedtime stories and give you a spoonful of moon sugar. When I give an order you follow it!" Manhart roared, forcing Jester up off the ground.

"Twenty laps around the garden Jester!" Manhart said sternly and with an authoritative tone.

The Breton stood dumbfounded for a moment, trying to fluster a response. "Bu-"

"TWENTY FIVE!" He roared cutting him off at every moment.

"But b-"

"THIRTY-FIVE!"

Knowing his place the Breton stopped before Manhart has him running to Oblivion and back to prove a point. Coughing as he began his endless laps in a circle around the Imperial gardens. Rest of the recruits staring intently, awaiting Manhurts next move. The old Imperial matching to stand in front of the recruits, arms folded behind his back.

"This will not be easy recruit's! I am not your friend! I am here to turn you Into Legion material. Whether you're a Jester or toothless thug, everyone has a place in our emperor's L..." Manhart rambled on giving a speech to the recruits about the legion. Most listened, well all but two.

The Nord girl tapped the black haired Imperial's shoulder next to her. She had already seen enough drilling and training from her own father. Practically ever Nord father is his own commander. Bored she looked to the Imperial who tilted his head slightly to face her.

On first glance, he was pretty good looking. For an Imperial at least. Hazel colored eyes, thin hooked nose, a medium length charcoal black ponytail. And those muscles, for someone what? seventeen eighteen, he was as toned as a Nord. At birth at least, they always come out fighting the males.

"I've seen this all before back In Skyrim. Every father act's like he's some commander, doesn't really scare, to be honest." She whispered attempting to spark a conversation with the Imperial to her right.

"It's all just standard procedure. He'll tone down in a few weeks. Though the shouting, that will never stop. But, being a Nord I imagine shouting is common tongue. I've heard the stories of Nordic family dinners enough know I can get my own salt." He whispered back jokingly.

She could hardly contain a laugh at his comments. Her father practically couldn't say hello to someone without shouting them to Sovengarde a moment later, and the snoring. That makes the Greybeards look like mutes. "Considering we will serving alongside each other, it's better you call me my name, instead of just 'Nord'. I'm Erikka Rambjorn." She whispered, almost gesturing a handshake by accident.

He stared for a moment before responding with a name of his own.

"Attrebus. Attrebus Mede."

She looked shocked at the reveal. That would make him brother to the Emperor! She tried to respond only for loud shouting of Manhart, dismissing the recruits as he finished his speech with the arrival of the young emperor, Titus Mede II himself. Glancing back and forth, this man's identity looked all but confirmed when the emperor called him over personally.

"Good to meet you Erikka. I look forward to serving beside you on the filed." Attrebus smiled and nodded before walking away.

This just got a whole lot more interesting for the recruits...