Asuhara (OLD STORYLINE)

Chapter 3 - A Well Dressed Man

'You said what?!' The Imperial captain seemed shocked at the poker-faced veteran, 'I can't train this asshole!' He added, gesturing to Ace, who was standing in a line of individuals with a similar history as him.

'Grow a pair, Grayson, I don't like him either, but he's all we have to work with, now do your job.' She replied in a flat tone, standing beside him as they faced the recruits.

Grayson cleared his throat, calming his nerves before speaking, 'Alright, you're all here under special orders from her majesty and her generals. Though none of you misfits possesses any unique powers, you are all proven to be strong adversaries against powered individuals, which is the one ability we lack against the enemy's growing army.'

He would take a step closer, beginning to slowly walk down the ten manned group of convicts, 'Though I'm sure you've used your silver tongues to wring all the benefits you can from this deal, I will oversee the honing of your skills to create the deadliest squad this army will ever lead. Think of yourselves as the special forces penal battalion.'

Ace would raise his hand, causing the captain to groan and look towards him, 'Go on, Asuhara.'

'I'm sure I speak for everyone, but can we have a cool team name? Since we are all going to be walking free after this, it's not fair to call us a penal battalion.' He said in a surprisingly sensible tone.

'That. Was a normal question. However, you are right. From now on, you are to be known as Mercy Corps. Though history will never remember you, your actions will be engraved in Thurri.' The captain would return to the front beside The Warden.

'Typically, we would assign you combat uniforms that allow our soldiers to identify whose friend or foe, though even in combat, the purpose of Mercy Squad is to blend in with civilians amongst the chaos.'

The Warden spoke, her voice not changing pitch as she remained formal, 'We understand the risks of friendly fire and are granting you amnesty from any potential cases of such, along with war crimes. Each assignment must be completed regardless of how you achieve it.'

The older man sighed and shook his head as the line of misfits smirked as she spoke, 'As soon as you are deployed, your focus is your individual tasks, blend in, stick out, it's all the same to me. You will be out of our hands like rabid dogs.' She continued, lighting a cigarette, 'Do I make myself clear?'

There would be an uncoordinated and flurry of "Yes Ma'am's" as the Captain began to lead the group into a barracks and assign bunks, 'Asuhara, your bed is at the end by the crapper.'

'Not very fancy, I'm sure The Warden would prefer a window view when she joins me?' Ace laughed to himself quietly, followed by a groan as he was slapped over the back of the head by the captain.

'If it were my choice, you'd be marching into battle with a toothbrush.' The captain smirked and made his way out of the barracks, leaving the group of misfits to stand awkwardly in silence.

'Well, nice to meet you all...' Ace said as he laid back on his bed, looking up at the oddly quiet girl who was suddenly leaning over him, staring at his face. 'Yah! Stranger danger!' He yelped in surprise, pushing her away and causing her to fall onto her behind.

'Come on, man, don't attack the mute.' One of the guys spoke as he opened his footlocker, 'She hasn't spoken a word since we arrived.'

'Oh, so I'm meant to be calm when she appears from nowhere? I'm going to put a bell on her.' Ace muttered as he looked around, everyone pulling out various civilian clothing from their footlockers.

'Looks like I'm a baker...' One of the girls groaned, holding up an apron that seems to be used.

'And I'm a priest, whose idea was this crap.' The guy from before sighed, lifting the church attire.