The black uniform was crisp and not a single wrinkle could be seen on the freshly pressed material. H. Tabbin shined in silver lettering that was delicately interwoven into a patch of navy blue expertly cut in the shape of a shield. Above that, Athena was embossed in gold. It added an air of royalty to the already pristine uniform. Upon the right breast the words "Security, Novice Level, 01-257" could be seen, but were a more plain decoration.<br/><br/>"Hosster Tabbin report for security detail." The words still sang in his ears. In immaculate melody. For many years now his primary concern was fending for his family, providing for siblings and an ill mother. With this opportunity he had hoped strongly to get them out of the poverty stricken environment they had seemed to be lost in. With two months of pay he could do just that. They wouldn't have to worry and they wouldn't have to fight anymore. His mother could just rest and his brother and sister could go to decent schools, something Hosster himself never had the chance to do. He would gladly sacrifice five years of his life to the depths of space for that. He would sacrifice more if it was required.<br/><br/>The announcer spurred him from his thoughts as the last of the names were drawn. The next lot to come onto the stage were the ones meant to be passengers, the men and women he would be either policing or protecting. However, the amount of people that approached the stage after the calling was surprisingly small. Not the worst thing in the world, Hosster mused, less people to watch over. An odd thing though, a kid walked up with the crowd. Wearing a white t-shirt and black jeans Hosster would have sworn it was his little brother Jared, but the black hair threw off the resemblance.<br/><br/>The rest of the people in the crowd were silent. Almost unnervingly so he thought. Hosster began approaching the spot he was told to stand in so that he could lead the passengers out when the people running the event gave their dismissal. He took proud strides, his black boots making soft beats as he walked. The collapsible baton and stun gun hung from his belt and bounced lightly on black pants as he went. When he reached his destination he stood with his hands behind his back awaiting the command.