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Below is the continuing Story of fleet character Marritza Nador.
WARNING IF YOU DO NOT LIKE VIOLENCE DO NOT READ THIS POST
The five uniforms were heavy and awkwardly hanging as I was smaller than the average entrants. The Head mistress just stared at me before moving on. I continued to follow her down the hallway with several opened metal doors. Each door had a number and inside each cell furnished a concrete bench with a blanket, a desk with a glowing ball. This is your room, remember your number it will be yours for the next four years. If you survive that is.
She continued walking, her Clud'Jothen tapping the floor with every step. Click,click, click sounding like a clock as it tapped between each step. She led me into an auditorium with the other students, as we approached the front she pointed to a chair Sit and she continued climbing the steps to the stage.This is your first test, you shall stay alert and stand immediately when a mistress enters the room. There are no second chances, no forgiveness, and certainly no talking. You will stand before a single word is spoken or you will be punished. From there her speech ended and the mistresses filed out of the room behind the leader.
Doors were locked from the outside, the lighting shut off, and the vent systems closed cutting off any air flow that might cool the auditorium. Two hundred children sitting quietly in a dark and scorching room. The fact is that we weren't just children, we were Cardassians. For hours we sat, not one word, not even a cough or loud breath. One of the doors began unlocking and chains pulled from the handles; The group stood up, but the door didn't open. After a few moments everyone returned to their seats. Every several hours this occurred three more times, each time no one entered the room. As time passed, heads began to nod, bodies stretching out, and even a few snoring.
Without notice the doors burst open from all directions only ten of us stood up in time. The mistresses began yelling and striking those not standing with heavy sticks, pounding the students until massive wounds appeared on their faces and bodies. Those which were snoring had their throats slit by the sharp edge of Jevonite Blades. As I said, no second chances and no reprieve. The head mistress walked in.
The entrants were sprawled throughout the aisles; grasping tight to their wounds. You will now file out and proceed to your quarters, courses begin on Frekson at pre-dawn. You will meet in the field, follow the green line to your formation. Candidates began filing out of the auditorium, gingerly stepping or holding their wounded arms. Mistresses used their boots to shove those who moved too slowly or crawling up the aisles.
At first, I thought thankfully we have a day to recover as we arrived on the Vesma and it still a day away with no activity scheduled until then. There was no way to determine time or date; no lights, no windows, no calendars, and no clocks. As we began arriving into the assigned quarters, several of the candidates discovered that they were assigned cells already provided to other candidates. Chaos was breaking out with the older children.
I was already introduced to my cell. I moved into the room and closed the door. As I began pealing off the uniforms in solitude, the sounds of mistresses entering the quarters ordering students into their cells, smacking some with switches for remaining in the hallway or not remembering their numbers. I continued undressing ignoring the screams of pain outside, removing my stockings caused the feet to begin bleeding again. The first foot, I peeled the cloth off slowly and the pain burned deep within the wound; I decided to rip the second off and though it was painful, it receded quickly.
The strikes continued for some time until each cell had an individual candidate. As the groans and the strikes continued, I proceeded in my cell as though nothing was taking place. My uniforms were placed neatly in a drawer of the desk and I laid down on the concrete slab. The first hours were restless, trying to figure out how to situate the blanket around me and still support my neck. I thought I'd have plenty of time to figure it out, but it wasn't long until yelling started again.
Mistresses stormed the various cells; first angry that candidates hadn't stood up promptly upon their entrance, next that we folded our uniforms incorrectly, didn't have this or that properly aligned, blankets weren't folded, we weren't dressed for duty, and finally we were not in formation. Uniforms were thrown in the hallways, blankets, boots, and of course candidates.
The snaps of switches striking flesh, the yelps and screeches of unarmed victims sounded through the halls. The clicks of that cursed Clud'Jothan became louder as the head mistress approached. No personal items authorized in the hallways!! and I thought I said formation at pre-dawn on Frekson. I expect everyone in formation by the time I arrive at the field. The stern figure continued stepping through the rubble towards the field.
As the mistresses continued beating the children, we feverishly tried to grab clothing and linen and tossing it into our cells. I tossed whatever I could into my room and locked the door before rushing out of the living quarters to beat the head mistress to the field. When I arrived, I was welcomed with the blunt globe of the Clud'Jothan to my head. I was to late. Yet, I was lucky; the other students were unrelentingly being beaten by mistresses to the formation. Many missing items to their issued uniforms.
The Spear yielding demon stood on a pedestal like a stone statue as the initiates formed what appeared more like an evacuation center than a military formation. You are all late, I directed you to be in a location at a specific time and you failed to heed my instructions. How can you be expected to fight our enemies and care for those who loyally follow you when you can't complete a simple task as being where you are directed to be? For this failure, we will skip the morning meal and utilize this time getting from one location to another in a timely manner.
The head mistress ended her speach and tapped her Clud'Jothan on the pedestal. The junior instructors then led the gaggle on a four hour run which contributed to a missed lunch as well. When we returned to our quarters, it was time to clean the mess we left behind. As I folded and returned the clothing to their appointed drawers, I discovered two additional pairs of boots and a second blanket among the pile.
I approached one of the junior mistresses as she stared coldly in my direction. What recruit? Did you forget your number? I just looked up with a pair of frightened eyes and squeaked out Mistress, I have discovered excess items in my inventory. I was expecting another brow beating, but was shocked at her response. So, it was in your room. Congratulations it is yours now. You can choose to be weak like our enemies or you can become a Cardassian and build your Vesala.
For readers wanting to know if the Cardassian Academy is four years of getting beat. The answer is no, the first 72 hours are filled with it and the 36 hour response drill (the auditorium) is the harshest of it. Once the recruits begin working together and having some discipline, the beatings cut down.
As I said, they cut down; they don't stop and bad decisions result in bad Consequences. However, it produces strong and disciplined officers with a rigid command climate.
For more readings apply to the fleet site and let me know you just want civilian access (a couple forum areas).
We are still looking for TRUE Cardassians and will open our arms as family and patriots
As I keep researching the various races allied with or conquered by the Dominion, I am finding more unique races within the faction. If you would like to be different than the norm. Open up different roleplaying opportunities, here are some options.
The Jevonite Order is a RP focused fleet which focuses on Dominion Races and allies of the Cardassian people.
This fleet is not a pro civilian Detapa Council supporter. This fleet feels that the current Cardassian government is leading the people into the eventual destruction of a long and honored culture by pandering to the Federation.
The Detapa Council is weak and strives to please the policies of the Federation without expecting the Federation to follow their agreed upon responsibilities. The eventual end of our proud culture will come when this weak government submits for membership within the same organization which made our people despised throughout the quadrant.
We should be a government of the people, by the people, for the people and not ruled by another race from a distant planet which fails to understand the circumstances, customs, values, or care for the people of Cardassia.
If you would like to play an unique race in a an environment which supports the "Out of the ordinary". The Jevonite Order is a RP fleet which supports former Dominion races and allies to the Cardassians.
We do not pretend to believe that the Federation really cares or has any empathy for the Cardassian or Jem Hadar alpha's cause. They fear our race and do not embrace the values and customs of our people. They attempt to keep us dependant on their resources noted by the lack of development over the past 35 years.