I walk the street with the kids playing, construction workers joking around and people eating at restaurants, with my private commissar outfit on with my camouflage cloak billowing from my right side. I was always unnoticeable like my existence wasn’t even real but it didn’t bother me as I could escape in the middle of war zones without my garments not being destroyed as it was an icon of office, but it wasn’t the same for the cloak as all of my regimental soldiers were tattered and I pick up a piece of shard glass and look at my self in it, I have wavy dark blonde hair, icy blues eyes that could turn into purple, a lean physique but a somewhat muscular, I’m at least six foot, and strong cheekbones after I am done with checking out my hideous self. I drop the shard then cracked it underneath my combat boots then started walking to the Endymion military headquarters.

Lieutenant Bane came to me and gave me a letter, I look at it and got confused about how would this work. “I’m going to be a Captain Commissar for a regimental mercenary group?” I told him with the lieutenant's wrinkled face frowning deeply.

“Yes, the first regiment would be under your command and care so take good care of all soldiers. Remember treat them with respect and they will go to hell and back, with the sole purpose of saving you.” he said then walks to the door, I stop him by grabbing his shoulder then Bane stops halfway through the exit.

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“For what reason?” I question him and Bane starts walking before darkly saying, “Nothing but whenever the time comes… get your regiment out of Endymion, be their hero Vodlun.”

I pocket the letter in a drawer. A few hours later one of my regimental soldiers comes to me and it was Fafran Themis. Black shaggy short hair, orange eyes, blue tattoos all over his arms, and a strong stature to get people in line. Jet black short hemmed tattered overcoat, brown pants, and a camo cloak made from synthetic fabric that blends the user into the background.

“Michaela how is your mentor?” he said with the common grave and deep voice that can terrify anyone if Themis raises his voice, I debated for a while whether or not this would happen but decided to do it.

“Fine, he is talking about giving me his number one chainblade. If that old man is telling the truth.” I said writing a letter to my first girlfriend about what was going on.

“The master-crafted one named Death of Lies?” I nod my head then gave the letter to Fafran, giving him an order which he accepts looking at the address.

“Say Captain Vodlun praises.” he opens up a window got outside, closes it, and descends the building. He could’ve just walked out of my office’s door like a normal person, Endymion soldiers are very eccentric and weird. *Dammit Themis.* I sigh, putting my combat knife on the wooden table then move my hand in a circle around the commissariat gloves.

“Shit, my wrist fucking hurts, goddamnit.” I murmur with my commissarial waist sash hanging on my leg.