The next wagon has several cabinets. The majority with a yellow «Occupied» sign in their doors, along some illuminated dots of the same colour underneath.
The remaining doors have a red sign, «Do not disturb», with eight red dots below the message.
Hayden does a disappointed grimace, there are no private cabinets available. Which makes her move to one cabinet that is presumably emptier in comparison to the other rooms, as it has only five dots illuminated, instead of the six and seven dots like the other doors.
Similar to the counter in the cantine, the military booklet is demanded in order to open and cross the door, a slow process that is necessary to ensure the passengers safety.
Inside the cabinet, there are two men and three women.
Saili'Ïckn curves immediately traps the sight of four of them. The fifth one is a muscular, redhead tomboy, who doesn't have an opinion, as she is dozing off in a short nap.
With most of the seats already in use, the newcomers divide. Hayden and Saili'Ïckn near the fake window. With a litmus pink haired, slender young lady that has glowing blue eyes and black lips. Along a dark blue haired young man with elongated triangular face that has haughty arrogant vibes.
For his part. N'Ïrk seats in front of Saili'Ïckn, having the Tomboy at his left, and at his right, a beautiful blonde with heterochromia in her glowing irises, with shades of bright blue, and a burnt dark orange that almost looks like red.
The last one in the row is a man, but he has his head covered in white bandages, his only remarkable feature are his orange glowing eyes, dancing intently, ogling at Saili'Ïckn's huge bosom with particular attention.
The awkwardness is palpable, Everyone remaining silent and wary.
In one of the curves the train takes, the Tomboy slips from her seat, leaning her head on N'Ïrk's shoulder, snuggling on the young man's arm and getting so comfy that the lady starts drooling.
The trail of saliva runs from the Tomboy's lips, glistening her white skin like a snail walking on a green leave. Threatening with staining N'Ïrk's Uniform.
He takes out the handkerchief from his jacket's pocket, placing it between the lady and his shoulder, avoiding getting dirty, and causing several giggles and snorts among the Rookies in the cabinet.
Nevertheless, the tense atmosphere doesn't go away, it remains, making them question if there is a concealed purpose on this relaxing period, or they are too paranoid for no real reason.
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The rest of the trayect feels weird. Too safe. Too tranquil. Almost fake. Yet, this high state of alert in the natives, is not totally unfounded.
Some «Savages», specifically the Chameleons, are able to copy others appearance, and a reduced number of them, can trick the military booklet into being functional, a real danger that can drive anyone into an insane paranoid.
"We have arrived to our destination. Please, proceed with your Squad to the front field of the Campus".
The announcement comes with an abrupt halt, shaking thr passengers and waking up the drooling Tomboy, sleepy, but with the handkerchief stuck to her face, just like the band-aid on top of her pointy nose.
"Did you rest well, sleeping beauty?". Playfully asks N'Ïrk, hinting his trapped arm between the large breasts of the redhead tomboy.
She snaps and awakes completely, pushing N'Ïrk with all her strength, but the young man barely moves from his seat.
"What a way to thank me for being your pillow". N'Ïrk comments dismissively as he stands up, leaving the cabinet and the train altogether.
Heading to the Front Field of the Campus, a beautiful sight awaits. Orange, yellow and blue grass surround the exterior of the Campus. With a baroque and symmetrical design that is more colorful than the beige present in the granite and concrete of all the edifications.
Several tiles are arranged in an orderly path, integrated with garden, without being too intrusive with the vegetation.
The Rookies are placed in formation over the tiles. Each containing four groups of four, showing that the Squads are of sixteen individuals, and not with eight, like initially appeared.
There is no further explanation or any other indication. Nevertheless. Everyone is in silence. Waiting with straight backs, the sun high in the sky is now starting to fall down, the night is approaching, and the Officers finally arrive.
They are not alone, coming with Doctors and Soldiers using gasmasks.
A small cubic device is carried using a handle. The Doctors pull repeatedly a rope from it, making thr gears inside the device to rattle.
The Rookie are tested with the cube, touching it, and receiving a strong electric discharge that makes them wither in pain.
Yet, the most interesting fact, is the number that is emitted with the machine's electric arch, because everytime the number is above 80, the Officer in charge of the Squad, has a smuggling smile.
Then comes Hayden's turn. She screams in agony with the intrusion of electricity. The pain is proportional to the number appearing on the electric arc. A «338». Causing the damsel to collapse on the floor, shaking with the redundance provoked by the sheer potency of her own Empiric Energy.
The Officer leading the Squad, is a serious, voluptuous woman with dark chocolate hair tied in a long low ponytail. Who can't occult the sparkling glow in her emerald green eyes with black sclera.
Phollkko causes a small stir too, with an electric arch of «189». He almost fall, but managed to control his body and crouch forward to use his arms for additional support.
The penultimate is N'Ïrk. Receiving a full electrocution with a power of «472». He almost doesn't react. The pain is menial, and «Electrificarae» is one of his most used incantations, gaining certain resistance towards electroshocks.
The last one of the Squad in being tested, is the Tomboy. Witha a staggering score of «864». The electric discharge is so strong, that the remaining stains of drool are evaporated from her face.
Yet, she simply grits her teeth and grunts, withstanding the the test with flying colours.
The Officer is brimming with a bright glow, her Emeneld visible due to her excitement, moving away with swaying hips. "Follow me Rookies". She orders with a womanly ecstatic voice, not able to occult her overjoyed state or her wandering eyes, ogling intently at N'Ïrk and the Tomboy…