[The student currently in proper military stance shakily introduces themself as:]
C-cadet Winters, sir! Fourth branch, th-third division. Cadet Adraska is also here, but they're unconscious...
[The janitor continues to say absolutely nothing.]
We can see you both on the camera feed, cadet. [The voice on the intercom sounds more mildly annoyed than anything else.] You will both be evaluated on your thoroughly inadequate performance later.
[Despite clearly attempting to keep a professional attitude, Cadet Winters flinches.]
Daybreak Academy holds no authority here, but under the current circumstances we'll allow you to operate under the command of a ranking officer. As the highest Adamant staff still remaining are all currently in this room- [Whichever one they're broadcasting from, presumably, since they don't appear to be anywhere near here.] I hereby order you to dispose of the remaining hostiles and await further instructions. Your sloppiness on the matter shows Daybreak's clear lack of discipline.
[For a second, it's unclear what he means... and then you hear a sharp intake of breath as Cadet Winters gasps, breaking their perfect military posture to grab on to the little hound, looking terrified.]
Sir, please- [The general interrupts them without a second thought.] You're in enough trouble as it is, cadet. Don't make repeat myself. Take those damn hellhounds and kill them.
Try not to stain the carpet, you've already made enough of a mess.
[There's at least six or seven of the hellhounds still alive, not counting the runt, who is picking up on their friend's obvious distress and pressing their fuzzy head against Winters so hard they're only barely keeping their balance. None of the surviving hounds are even remotely conscious.]
[Looks like whether they ever wake up again is up to you.]
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C-cadet Winters, sir! Fourth branch, th-third division. Cadet Adraska is also here, but they're unconscious...
[The janitor continues to say absolutely nothing.]
We can see you both on the camera feed, cadet. [The voice on the intercom sounds more mildly annoyed than anything else.] You will both be evaluated on your thoroughly inadequate performance later.
[Despite clearly attempting to keep a professional attitude, Cadet Winters flinches.]
Daybreak Academy holds no authority here, but under the current circumstances we'll allow you to operate under the command of a ranking officer. As the highest Adamant staff still remaining are all currently in this room- [Whichever one they're broadcasting from, presumably, since they don't appear to be anywhere near here.] I hereby order you to dispose of the remaining hostiles and await further instructions. Your sloppiness on the matter shows Daybreak's clear lack of discipline.
[For a second, it's unclear what he means... and then you hear a sharp intake of breath as Cadet Winters gasps, breaking their perfect military posture to grab on to the little hound, looking terrified.]
Sir, please- [The general interrupts them without a second thought.] You're in enough trouble as it is, cadet. Don't make repeat myself. Take those damn hellhounds and kill them.
Try not to stain the carpet, you've already made enough of a mess.
[There's at least six or seven of the hellhounds still alive, not counting the runt, who is picking up on their friend's obvious distress and pressing their fuzzy head against Winters so hard they're only barely keeping their balance. None of the surviving hounds are even remotely conscious.]
[Looks like whether they ever wake up again is up to you.]