Pallin Union, Embassy of the Constitutional Federation of the Peninsular
Ensign Max Lamber sat at the table in the lobby of the Peninsularian embassy, drinking a cup of Breu. It was near noon in the city already, but Lamber was one of the people who drank the strong caffeine-filled drink at any time of day. "Ensign!", the voice of his commanding officer, Colonel Trippler, interrupted him. He turned around to stand up and salute. "Yes, Sir?" "The ceremony begins in 20 minutes. I'd recommend you go get your dress uniform." "Yes, Sir!" Lamber was still in his on-duty khaki fatigues, the uniform members of the Peninsularian ground forces wore most of the time. He finished his cup, standing up and walking down the corridor to his quarters.
The embassy was comparatively large. While he was a member of the Ground Forces, he was here as a military attaché, and thus had a room of his own. As he walked along, he dialed a number on his wrist computer. It was picked up effectively immediately.
"Hi!", a feminine voice chimed from the other end. The sounds of a busy street were audible in the background. "Hey Amy!", Lamber answered. "Just wanted to tell you quickly, the ceremony begins in about 20 minutes. The company should be starting to march over here by now." "Oh, I know.", AMI answered from the other end. "I can see them from here." In the background, the distinct sounds of Peninsularian marching music and steel tipped boots were audible. "Okay, good. After the ceremony, let's meet somewhere... you know that bar across the street?" "Okay, I'll meet you there. See you!" "Yeah, see you too!"
Lamber quickly made his way into his room. The change into his dress uniform was quick, though he made sure it was extra clean. The occasion was special, as the changing of the guard company of the embassy was about to take place. The annual ceremony happened both at the Federal embassy in Arcadia City as well as the Pallin consulate on Liaso, signifying the friendship and alliance between the two nations.
After putting on the uniform, Lamber quickly made his way back again. Coming through the lobby, he could already see the old guard platoon lined up in the square in front of the embassy. A number of small barriers had been put up, as the ceremony had drawn quite the crowd. As he went outside, Lamber could already hear the marching music and steps coming closer, and quickly joined the embassy diplomats, other officers and the few other ensigns on a platform that had been built up. He spent the next few minutes looking through the crowd, and soon spotted AMI among it, as she stood out among the crowd with her distinctive fur color.
Lamber and all other soldiers present snapped to attention as the new guard company with the leading military band marched around the corner. All the soldiers were dressed in their dress uniforms, with backpacks containing some of their equipment, though most of it had been shipped days prior already. The company formed up on the square and also stood at attention, facing the old guard company. The band continued to play the march, ending after about a minute. At this point, the speakers - Chief Diplomat Kresse and Colonel Trippler - stepped forward to hold a small speech each. The speeches addressed the relationship between the CFP and NEGL in general, the Pallin Union in particular, for the most part, and the guard platoon as well.
Afterwards, the band started playing again. Both platoon now began to march towards each other, meeting in about the middle of the square. There was a loud bang as the soldiers saluted each other, part of which was slamming their heels together, which were shoed with steel. The commanders exchanged insignia, and then the units began to move again. Maneuvering around each other, the two platoons switched sides. After a while, the band stopped playing again.
Colonel Trippler stepped forward again. Lamber was somewhere else with his thoughts, as this section usually adressed any promotions or awards for the guard soldiers or the other soldiers at the embassy. He himself was still an Ensign, and though it was a large step up from his original position as Infantrist, regulations would likely have him stay ensign for at least another year. The first two people called forward were two other ensigns, receiving their promotions. An Infantrist was called forth, who had broken up a particularly brutal drunken brawl a few months prior while on leave.
"Ensign Maximillian Lamber, please step forth.", Lamber heard Trippler announce. He immediately snapped out of his prior daydreaming, stepping forth almost automatically. What had he done? He couldn't remember doing anything extraordinary. He was still puzzled until Trippler affixed a small silver square to his right upper arm. "Congratulations for your promotion, Leftenant." Lamber was confused. He hadn't known anything about a promotion. "Thank you, Sir!", he instinctively replied, saluting. Stepping back into line, he waited for Trippler to finish up the ceremony.
After a few minutes, the band started playing again. The ceremony was coming to a close. This time, the band played the Federal anthem, "We shall persevere". Afterwards, Lamber and the soldiers and officers snapped into a salute as the old guards executed a number of drills, and faced to march the route the new Guard platoon took, followed by the band, now playing Peninsularian marching music again, to the spaceport where their transport was docked.
After a few minutes and another speech by Chief Diplomat Kresse, the crowd began to disperse. Trippler turned around to the officers and soldiers on the platform. "The ceremony is hereby closed. Sergeant Fielt, Leftenant Dennis, come with me, we will show the new unit to their quarters. Everyone else, event in the mess hall tonight as last year. Be there. Dismissed."
As the soldiers and officers descended from the platform, Lamber caught up Trippler again. "May I ask a question, Sir?" "The promotion, Leftenant? Regulations would've meant you'd have stayed an ensign for another year, but due to your position as military attaché, higher-ups thought a promotion to an officer rank was due." Lamber nodded slowly. "I see. That wasn't my question, though, Sir." "And what would your question be, Lieutenant?" "May I bring a... friend tonight?" Trippler raised an eyebrow. "She is a Captain in the Union Navy, currently on leave.", Lamber added. "First time we see each other in months, Sir." The Colonel chuckled slightly. "Alright, Leftenant. But make sure to be on time for the meeting tomorrow." Lamber's face visibly lit up. "Sir, thank you, Sir!"