Eventually the orientation wrapped up and the recruits were notified to line up, as soon as their name would be called they would be summoned and retrieve their specific branch uniform. One by one the recruits we're called to collect their uniform that they would wear when in duty or during special occasions. Eventually one of the officers called out a name. "Alicia Jadelynn... Sinclair" a sergeant would call out, stopping for a fraction of a second only to proceed in reading the recruits last name. A recruit approached the table where the uniforms were being distributed. The one who approached was the small young woman with white hair. She saluted just like the other before her and went to fill out the remaining documents before collecting her uniform.
The sergeant looked through one of the documents he hand and briefly inquired the young recruit before him. "Are you perhaps related to the field marshal?" Alicia paused and looked up to the sergeant with her crystal blue eyes. Her fair complexion, facial structure and white hair was a clear resemblance to the one in charge of the Rune Knights. There was no denying the fact the recruit looked like a miniature Serilda Sinclair, the resemblance was undoubtedly uncanny. Not wanting to draw any further attention to herself, Alicia quickly signed the last piece of paper work. "Sir all the documents have been signed." Alicia spoke in a clam and respectful tone, and awaited for one of the officers to hand her the spec ops uniform. "Pardon me... go ahead and give her the uniform." The sergeant gave a nod of approval, in a matter of seconds a rune knight approached and handed Alicia her uniform. "Thank you sir" The young Sinclair saluted and made her way out of the room. The orientation had concluded and now the recruits had free time on their hands until they had to meet up for the next set of assignments tomorrow morning. Alicia had nothing better to do and decided to navigate her way to the mess hall. Alicia was quick to observe that many of her peers had swiftly assembled in their own groups. She was able to recognize some faces as she passed by them, she theorized some of the recruits had known each other prior to joining the force. It mattered little to her, after all she wasn't about to awkwardly force herself in a group. She quietly found a vacant table and decided to situate herself there. She took a small note pad from her pocket and began to write down what she remembered from the orientation.
After a few minutes of diligently writing down her notes, her eyes moved to her new uniform that sat on the table next to her. She admired the finely tailored set of clothes. Alicia could not help but wonder if she could do the uniform justice. With a near inaudible sigh she wen back to reading her notes and debated whether or not to get lunch at the mess hall or somewhere else.