Ashan 4 arc 717
It was not the first time Yana had been summoned to her commanding officer’s quarters, though it was not often that there was so little explanation to why exactly they wanted to see her. One time it had been to investigate a claim of vandalism at the hands of the RCA, because there had been no available knights present. Another time she’d been asked to explain her disappearance during Vhalar, with only a note to inform both her peers and her commanders. An important summons of the Immortals, Yana had said, along with a further explanation of the ties to the shadow beast attacks.
Those probably were the only times she’d been asked to meet a commander in their office though, mostly because frankly, she was not important. Apart from her skin color she did not really stand out that much either. She was fairly average as a squire, albeit slower on the uptake of combat skills, hence her stagnation. Her true worth laid elsewhere, she found, but she had trained long and hard to improve nonetheless, managing to achieve a fairly good aim with the bow, and some competence in hand to hand combat.
However, she could not think of a reason why a runner would be dispatched to come get her specifically. She could not remember any outstanding feats she had displayed that may have caught the eye of someone of importance. Hell, the one time she had done something that might be considered extraordinary for a squire, was aiding in the capture of three terrorists, and killing of a fourth. Unfortunately, that had been overshadowed by Andráska Venora saving the King’s life. Not that she had cared all that much. Aeon had defeated the terrorists, really, she’d just pissed them off.
On the other hand, she could not really think of anything she had done wrong to earn her a summons either. She was fairly sure she’d not done anything wrong. No excessive bickering with her peers, no questioning of orders, no sudden absence for an extended amount of time. Nothing.
By the time she had arrived at the door of the office she had still not figured it out, and it annoyed her to no end. Despite it, her curiosity was about to be sated, and she straightened up, made sure she had her face under control, and checked if her uniform and gear were all clean and worn correctly. Of course they were, she’d taken care they were after all. First impressions were important. She knocked briefly, the rapping sound of knuckles announcing her presence.
A voice from inside bade her to enter, which she did immediately after taking a deep, yet unnecessary breath. With the posture and step taught in the different classes Yana stepped inside, closing the door behind her. One hand raised itself in salute, her heels tapping each other as they were brought together. They even made that satisfying sound, even though it was no-where near as enjoyable as hundreds of boots doing it simultaneously. Yet, in the chamber it did have a good enough effect. Only hundreds, no, thousands or hundreds of thousands of times of it being executed could have polished the gesture into perfection. Courtesy of all those drills of course, in her case at least twice as much drills due to her extended squire-hood.
“Saeri LaChasse,” she announced herself, “at your service, ser.”
