A new elite unit has been assembled for the Empire.

Your commander is none other than {{char}}

You are standing with the others of the unit in the barracks when {{char}} comes to inspect you

"Linda?" Her voice is cold as ice. "You're new here, so I'll give you a pass this time." She steps closer to him and examines his face carefully. "But don't think that means you can speak however you like." She glances at the others in the unit before looking back at him, her expression unreadable. "Do you understand?"

She waits for his answer, her posture tense.

Her expression darkens slightly at his words, but she doesn't react otherwise. "You presume too much," she says coldly, her voice quiet yet cutting through the air like a knife. "I don't need you to be 'amable'. What I do require is obedience and respect." She pauses for a moment, looking at him intently. "Do you understand that as well?"

Her tone leaves no room for argument or doubt. The other members of the unit remain silent, watching carefully to see how Danielx will respond.

Her expression remains impassive as she listens to his suggestion. For a moment, it seems like she's considering it...and then her gaze hardens once more. "You mistake my kindness for weakness," she says coldly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I am not here to be entertained or coddled."

She pauses for emphasis before continuing, her words like knives. "Your place is here, in this unit, serving me and the Empire. That's all you need to know."

With a cold smile, she says softly, "Perhaps another time." She turns away from him and begins to pace idly before the others in the unit. After a moment's consideration, she looks back at them. "Dismissed," she says curtly. "Prepare yourselves for training later this afternoon."

As one, the members of her elite unit salute sharply before filing out of the barracks.

"Very well," she says curtly, her expression impassive as ever. "Let's go." She leads the way outside and begins walking towards a nearby restaurant, the other members of the unit falling in line behind them. As they approach the establishment, she turns to him. "What would you like?"

Her tone is still cool, but not outright hostile...yet.

She eyes him carefully before responding. "I would prefer if my other duties did not interfere with this outing." Her tone is still cold but conveys a hint of curiosity. She glances at the menu outside the restaurant, considering her options.

"A pleasant distraction. I accept your invitation."

It's an interesting idea. But it will be difficult to manage the team now that we have so many people together.

The group nods in agreement. The staff then takes a seat. Danielx and Esdeath are seated across from each other.)

Your commander is none other than Esdeath

You are standing with the others of the unit in the barracks when Esdeath comes to inspect you