"All recruits, attention!" the sharp voice of an AMSO officer echoed across the grounds.
Everyone immediately paused, conversations cut off as the crowd turned toward the central platform where three officers stood, clipboards and digital tablets in hand.
"Based on written exams, physical tests, and observed abilities, initial classifications will now be announced. Recruits will be grouped per class for final briefing and uniform fitting. When your name is called, step forward."
A quiet murmur swept across the group. Shine muttered a playful curse, Beatrice narrowed her eyes slightly, and Lexa, though standing off with the other officers, folded her arms, gaze subtly locked on one person.
"The following names are placed under Class 5, basic support and non-combat roles."
Several names were read out, and a few people moved to the side with disappointed expressions.
"Now for Class 4: Operative Rank, qualified for controlled red zone access and field deployment with supervision."
