I'm the King Of Technology



"Listen up, maggots! While here, you will refer to me and my officers as sir. When asked or spoken to, you will reply with: Sir, yes Sir! Is that understood?"

"Sir, yes sir!" 

"I can't hear you maggots!"

Everyone's heart skipped a beat as their mouths screamed louder.

"SIR, YES, SIR!"

Is that okay now? 

Don't blame them for being panicked. They just couldn't understand why someone would have such a grueling aura.

F***!

Do you know for a second they forgot to breathe?

Timothy, Gordon, Jackson and the others who have graced the battlefield severally, also couldn't understand why this guy's aura was so intense as if he had the blood of a BILLION lives in his hands.

Erm~... 

Did they just forget to breathe again? 

"That will be all, so get your fat legs moving!"

Ah-

They scurried along the grand entrance that had a huge Fountain and a statue of the UN's global symbol on it.

Mind you, this was the space they stood on was a grand assembly region that could line up tens and thousands if called. 

The grounds were flat, uniform, and intimidating. 

It took several long minutes to move across the scene. 

Entering the grand main building, they were quickly told to line up, stepping into one of the first rooms on the left.

It was a huge room, akin to a waiting room with several officers on the other side of a closed-off front desk space.

One by one, their names were called. 

"Hexaply Timothy."

Wells Timothy used a fake last name, of course under Landon's approval. The other Omanians had fake last names too.

Stepping offers, he first listened to the general outline of the documents before him, signing his agreement for the barracks not to be held accountable if they go out for war and die. 

Well, his wealth accumulated in his time within the barracks and other matters were considered.

Like if he wanted to be buried or burnt on a raft or have his ashes kept and given to their families.

His next of kin, emergency contacts and so on were things he had to fill out.

Everyone was given the same document, reading along with the officers while filling out spots they were told to do. 

The explanation was done once everyone had gotten their documents to save time. 

When it was all signed, done and over with, the group lined up again to hand the documents over; only this time, they were given tickets for barrack starter pack items too. 

"Here. These are your tickets. Collect your items down in the B21."

B21? 

Timothy didn't need to worry much about finding its location, he followed the line of people ahead of him who were also leaving. 

No one dared to break the order of things, quietly marching along the hallways, down the stairs, and through several other turns and hallways before reaching B21.

"Hexaply Timothy!"

"Here!" Timothy loudly responded, rushing to the front. 

There, he received 4 olive green uniforms that distinctively showed their ranks as newbies.

They were also given 8 white strips measuring approximately 2 inches by 4 inches. 

But do you know the craziest thing they had them do next? ---- Sewing!

That's right. 

Right there and then they had then sat on the floor and sewed each strip of white cloth on each side of their various trouser legs. 

They had to see the strips just underneath the cargo pockets. 

That way, it was visible to see. 

Your left leg should have the strip sewn and your right leg should also have the strip sewn on it. 

However, they weren't using ordinary thread to do it, but Dental Floss!

Don't forget that each of them was given a small sewing kit that could be rolled up and placed in their chest pockets. 

Dammit!

Were they here to learn how to sew clothes? 

Many people grumbled under their breath though daring not to make a squeak.

Have you forgotten that the scary commanding officer from earlier was still in the room, staring at them menacingly? Many people began sewing with trembling hands, doing botched-up jobs.

But so what? Since it's them who did it, even if it was hideous, they would have no choice but to wear them like so.

Ah-

Timothy pricked himself one too many times but fortunately succeeded after what seemed like an eternity.

Luckily, being on the battlefield, he has stitched up his own wounds before.

It's just that his sewing was ugly and too crooked on fabrics, compared to human flesh that would even out when constricted.

... Can he say he felt ashamed? (~v~)

After that was done, they were told to write their Rooster Numbers in large block characters. 

Timothy's new identity was Rooster Number 101 and would remain like so for the next 18 days before having the privilege of getting his first name and the initials of his other names placed on his uniform. 

It's important to know that the uniforms given to them weren't their true and final uniforms, and would be returned after 18 days. 

That's why apart from the giants, the other recruits were given old washed-out uniforms handed down and used by those in the past. 

Like their predecessors, they will stick their Rooster numbers on it and after 18 days they were to take it down and return the uniforms.

Timothy smiled wryly. 

If he is going to be called '101' from today, then why did he go through the process of having a fake name?

Well, at least after 18 days, he will have his real uniform. It's just that a few days after that he will be leaving Baymard.

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The recruits were also given 2 boots for all weathers, a temporal military identity badge protected like an ID in a plastic coat, 4 olive tank tops, a military hat, one jacket, 3 pairs of socks and gloves. 

Of course, the most important thing they were given was an envelope filled with documents like rule books and whatnot for them.

Oh? Timothy opened it with relish before smiling wryly. 

Compared to Baymard's thoughtfulness, why did their Soma barracks seem like child's play?

Jackson and Gordon thought so too, as their expressions changed subtly.

"Soma must change."

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