Strength, Honor, Courage, Intelligence
The Gardens of Roan, Bastion@[member="Akodya Mune"] @[member="Ashtara Starweaver"] @[member="Astrian Callus"] @[member="Jared Starchaser"] @[member="Kentarch"] @[member="Luke Beleren"] @[member="Marselia Urstalis"] @[member="Veino Garn "]@[member="Voroll Dey Astaar"] @[member="Xander Carrick"] @[member="Yasuo"]
"Class, atten-tion!" A gruff, deep voice resounded through the main training hall. A dozen or so Imperial Cadets snapped their heels together, bringing their balled fists across their chests in the Fel salute. "Ladies and gentlemen, I am Grand Admiral Davin of the Imperial Navy. But you will not be calling me that today and I will not be calling you my friends, buddies, or pals." His boots clacked against the floor as he began to pace back and forth in front of the formation. "I am not your friend, I am your teacher."
"Many of you come from different backgrounds and I expect to see results regardless of how horrible or perfectly you were raised up until now, because none of that matters." Crimson eyes shifted through the ranks. "I will break you, I will make you cry, and I will make you bleed and suffer."
"You are all both the sculpture and the sculptor. You will become the finest fighting, peacekeeping, and combat ready unit in the entire galaxy. And so, you must sweat now to save blood in combat."
They would be. Though the Grand Admiral preferred not to to break them down too hard, it was necessary.
"I will instill in you four things: strength, honor, courage, and intelligence."