It’s been half a year since I first looked upon your dirty faces here, rookies.

There were those who ran away with their tails tucked between their legs, but I can see that those of you who remain rathe like it here. However, as you know, our National Planetary Federation has been thrust into a state of war whith the Planetary Republican Union,

For three months now. Rookies, we can’t afford to keep raising you here forever. Your training is finished. As of now, you are each appointed to your all one last order: Don’t go dying. That is all!