War and Survival

Argo 5, Camp Perudaux,

Rogue Assimilation Template,

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17:15, Friday 21st October 2204.

Ikem found settling in a bit difficult.

Apparently, living in a relatively technologically advanced camp filled with people of different tribes, nations, and different methods of living could be unsettling.

This was his second week at Camp Perudaux and his first under the recruite training program.

The way of life at the camp was different, irregular, hazardous, and most of the time disorienting.

The method of training recruits were unorthodox as there was no absolute formula for all the Pantheons. Rather they all were segregated into different types called Class.

The 'They' representing the rest of the captives that had survived the recruitment test together with Ikem, and some from other Batches.

Currently, Ikem sat on the floor of a standardized training hall with a bunch of other teens, numbering about thirty.

Standardized here meant that it was a large, empty, brightly lit, white metallic coated hall.

The teenagers sat in a semicircle around the male class instructor.

They were the recruits graded to be on a class known formally as the 'Class Unique'. And coincidentally their male instructor happened to be someone Ikem knew, not from his past, but from part of the recent memories he could recall from; Mr. Eloth Diu. The instructor who had lead him on the procession for the Recruitment test.

The recruits, based on an Old decree by the Third Commander; the Commander before the reign of Pixler, former overseer of the J.P.P district at the Nola Region, Camp Perudaux's students were graded into classes such as:

–1. _Aerotia_ (Air/Weather): Blesseds or demigods associated with wind, weather, and aerial phenomena.

2. _Kratos_ (Strength/War): Individuals connected to deities of strength, war, and combat.

3. _Arcana_ (Magic/Miracles): Those linked to deities overseeing magic, healing, and elemental forces (fire, water, earth, air).

4. _Kyros_ (Unexplained/Unique Abilities): Teens with mysterious, unexplained powers that defy categorization, often drawing from multiple domains or representing entirely new and unpredictable abilities.

Products, people with these classes as their Alma maters, were called Types, however, these connotations were only held by the Texla branch of The J.P.P; Camp Perudaux.

Ikem stared at the instructor silently, if one looked close enough, one could see spaces made by the other teenagers sitting around him as they; inch-by-inch moved away from him.

They did it subtly.

Although such actions were not encouraged within the Camp, he had been ostracized, and just within the day he had entered.

No one wanted to be caught dead together with the guy who they believed had killed an instructor during his Recruit assessment test.

Somehow, such classified information had leaked into the Camp grounds. Ikem suspected the leak to be from his instructor: Eloth.

And it so happened that he appeared to look in Ikem's direction as he spoke.

"Now, as most of you know, there are no compounded syllabus for the training of Class Unique, so the entirety of all you will study during the short two-years of your O.I.T program, will be based on what and how I deem fit". Eloth spoke, his voice loud and unrealistically chilling.

This had been his opening statement for the past week, and he didn't seem to be bothered or compelled to change it.

The Class Unique, when compared to the other classes, had a very unnerving method of training, they were made by their instructor, to fight one another, and go on quests[ as did other Classes], though they had not yet gone on one.

The week before, they had been forewarned by Eloth on an impending exam.

An exam he set up "To promote the spirit of Competition".

Eloth Diu was an eccentric man. Irrational at times, but could also be very cool. The Captured students of Class Unique had assesed. A good number of them had once tried rebelling, but after the starters of the rebellion died without cause before their very eyes', the thought vanished from the minds of all those that were present. This happened about Five days ago.

"Neely Morgen and Kanima Hapota, head to the centre of the hall". Eloth shouted, his arms at rest behind his back. The students who had been called; one male and the other female, both shuffled to their feets.

From their actions it could be gleaned that they hadn't expected to be called first but they had always been ready.

'Expecting surprises is a key trait found in all Trained officers'. Eloth had always said.

They both stood at the hall's centre. They bowed.

"Introduce yourselves, shake hands then duel" The instructor quipped.

The boy stepped up first. "Neely Morgen, Ex-Civilian to the Faith Tribe of Galbosos, at the Estup Sub-region. Blessed of the Eight immortal". He stood with his hands outstretched, waiting.

The girl moved closer, standing three metres away from her counterpart, "Kanima Hapota, Ex-Civilian to the Faith Tribe of Tarykar, at the Estup Sub-region. Blessed of the Deity Harnikar of the violent". She took his hand, shaking it lightly. Her voice was soft, but echoed uncannily throughout the hall.

And at the same time, they released their hands, kicking off the ground; backwards, to more than ten metres away.

The audience watched. The duel was one fought by combatants from Faith Nations that had their territories close to each other at the same Sub-region.

This implied that they both had a rough idea on each other's capabilities.

"Begin!!". Eloth gave the signal; the duel had then started.

Morgen began by jumping, he tried shifting his balance to both legs upon each jump circulating his Ability Flores to all parts of his body; this action wasn't weird, it was his pump up, in fact— it was a basic root commonly found in the beginning of all fight techniques of most Faith Sects[ implies for both: Faith Tribe and Faith Nations].

Kanima watched carefully from afar, studying her opponent's movements, she too was circulating her Ability Flores albeit only subtly, she knew it's implications: that it would cause her to be slower in the manifestation of her supernatural. But she'd rather face the consequences than let her opponent gain the chance to study the way she moved.

This simple act had proved a lot. Kanima was careful and calculative, while Morgen proved in his own right to be careless and also thoughtless.

Within a few moments he charged at her with his upper torso glowing up with a mysterious blue color.