Novel & Cerita Footmen Wearing Special Uniforms

Amelia made a note of it. The students were already gathered in loose lines. Most wore their uniforms with minor adjustments: loosened collars, rolled sleeves, boots better suited to fighting than walking through halls. A few had removed their blazers entirely. One girl’s hands flickered with blue light. A boy near the center flexed his fingers, claws sliding out and back in like he was bored.

Rivero said, smiling. I was about to head for the door when Mrs. Rivero stopped me. "Oh, nearly forgot. You have a dress code." she added. She clapped her hand and 6 maidens came in, carrying each piece of uniform separately. One maiden was holding my black, high top, Dr. Martens shoes, knee-high socks, mid-thigh skirt, tie, and my cute school jacket. I gasped, the uniform was beautiful. It was like those uniforms you see in movies or in animation books. Those super cute uniforms that every girl in the world dies to try on.

Jeff’s voice boomed. A hundred weapons were brought to chests in a single, thunderous thud. I walked down the center aisle, my heels clicking against the metal floor. My siblings had already changed. Gone were the suits and dresses; they now wore matte-black tactical gear, earpieces glinting, expressions carved from stone. I stepped onto the command dais and looked at the faces of the warriors.

The commander, our commander walked up towards them. He stamped his feet together and slammed his right fist over his heart in what I assumed to be a salute. They then began to speak to each, I couldn't hear what they said though. The next thing that I knew, we all had been formed into five lines. Each line in front of a wagon. From what I could see as we got closer. Each person was handed some clothes and some kind of footwear.

They were heavily armed down to their teeth! They were wearing special black combat outfits with red and black berets. The chest of their uniform was embroidered with a golden island crest. The crest showed a sword that was surrounded with flames above the golden island. All of these armed forces belonged to the Clarkes! There were a few hundred people! “Stop resisting! Drop your weapons! Get down on the ground now!” “Stop resisting! Drop your weapons!” “Get down on the ground! Anyone found resisting will be shot to death!” They managed to take over the scene in a blink of an eye.

"Most of these men look like thugs. Why are they all wearing those blue ceremonial uniforms? Only the few who stand up on the balcony during events need to wear them." "I don't think those are regular ceremonial uniforms. I have worn them and they are stiff and difficult to move in. These seem much more utilitarian. And have you noticed how short and stalky some of these soldiers are? Do you think they could be..." Junayd was hesitant to finish his thought. "It is very possible," Nurlan said, knowing what he had meant. Just then Caleb went to reach for a spear, but his hand was brushed aside by one of the men in blue. Unlike the shorter soldiers, this one was overly tall and bulky.

Nodding his head, he said,” Shh, I did it to see how things were run here before I showed my potential. Rolling my eyes I gestured for the door and told him to take me home. Following him dressed up in his olive green military uniform. I shook my head and snickered remembering that Sergio and Jericho had been dressed in all black. Catching up to Anton I questioned him. “So the black uniforms are for which rank?” “The elite,” he said with a grin. “You should be in black, dork,” I asserted and he shrugged. “Naw, I like my assignment, which is just walking around the perimeter, viewing nature, and calling on the radio if there's an issue. The elite guards are called to fight so no thanks,” he l

I’m not a poorly mannered girl! “Guards!” The King’s command brought a swift reaction. The dining room door swung open, and the guards strode in with disciplined precision, their guns gleaming in the light. Rara observed them with a mix of frustration and despair. They wore long, dark-blue uniforms with black pants and boots. Each guard had a nametag prominently displayed above the breast pocket, their attire signaling their rank and role. The three guards in front were especially striking. Their uniforms were adorned with pendants of varying colors—white, green, and red—indicating their positions. The head guard, bearing the red pendant, stood out with a stern and a

Heavy footsteps were heard in a huge yard as some men dressed in military uniforms marched around the laid down lines in an organized manner. Their guns were gummed tightly to their side with their faces straight and stern, the only voice heard is that of the commander who was yelling each command at the top of his voice.