Commander Logan P.O.V
I sighed and sat down on a student/cadets chair. I was both the princinple and commander for Captain Garzhog's military boarding school for orphans, and we had all spent from Sunday to Sunday preparing ourselves and the school+base for The Greek and Roman Military school for the Dyslexic and ADHD. Even though it was new, it had risen to the very top of the schools in New york and was doing tours and inspections in different schools. On Sunday, we made space for the extra somewhat 20+ people that were coming. On Monday, we cleaned the classrooms. On Tuesday we had wiped down everything. On Wednesday we cleaned the base. On Thursday we cleaned up the dorms and offices, than wiped down the mess hall. On Friday we restocked everything, almost cleaning out Walmart. Than on Saturday, we cleaned, ironed, and polished our clothing and shoes. And yesterday we spent an hour bringing our technology up to date. Today was now Monday, and they were coming in 2 hours at 9:30. Almost everyone was rushing around, fixing everything up. My cadets were very close to each other, and often I could hear them call out 'Sis, that doesn't go there', or teasing each other good-naturally.
I am Tim eskippity. I can sea a problem, so I will go now.
"Legion,advance!" I almost sighed with relief as a platoon of kids and adults came marching in. However, that was replaced by nervousness as I saw weapons. No, not guns. I saw spears, bow and arrows, scythes, swords, and daggers. The front row people held spears in their right hands, and a shield in their left. The second row saw swords, daggers, and spathas. The row behind them was bristling with bow and arrows. Behind them were 2 people who looked a bit like children of Death (Guess who), with black cloaks with the hood drawn up and towering scythes in their hands.
