Throughout the 1024 rekijos that comprised the Rejistanian Republic, the message appeared – first in outdoor and shooting magazines, and then in ordinary newspapers. Then it arrived in movie theaters, shown before action and war films. Finally it appeared on posters in the streets.
In its print form it depicted a man of idealized Rejistani appearance – tall, muscular, his dark skin made even darker with camouflage facepaint, he was dressed in a set of Lyran-made camouflage and wore a green helmet decorated with live leaves. His strong hands held a Questarian-made rifle, its black-bladed bayonet gleaming dully. Only his perfect teeth gleamed brightly against the background as he smiled at the camera.
Underneath this image were the words – written in English and Rejistani (or a local language):
BE A MAN AMONGST MEN
THE NEW REJISTANIAN NATIONAL ARMY NEEDS YOU.
THE EMPEROR NEEDS YOU.
Healthy, educated (advanced school or college equivalent), age 18-25 only, English mandatory. Apply to your local recruitment office, or at join-up.mil.rj. Good pay and enlistment bonus guaranteed to all qualified volunteers.
THE NEW REJISTANIAN NATIONAL ARMY NEEDS YOU.
THE EMPEROR NEEDS YOU.
Healthy, educated (advanced school or college equivalent), age 18-25 only, English mandatory. Apply to your local recruitment office, or at join-up.mil.rj. Good pay and enlistment bonus guaranteed to all qualified volunteers.
As people signed up at the various recruitment offices throughout Rejistania, they were all briefed to turn up for their duty on a certain date at a certain train station just outside KaMaRi. They would be given ample time and train and bus tickets to get to the location on time, as well as instructions on how to get their hair cut before arriving.
There, they would behold a spectacle unlike any they've ever seen before.
Just outside the rural train station, several dozen pre-cast buildings were arrayed, their metal hulls gleaming with green armor. Allanean soldiers stood at the entrance of the makeshift camp, their rifles at port arms, gleaming bayonets at least a foot long attached to their weapons, their hats and shoes both clean. As the Rejistani passed through the entrance of the camp, they would be motioned towards a small hut. At its entrance, an Allanean eyed the first Rejistani to approach him, and asked:
“What's your size?”