The Fyunnen instructor strode before her squad of new recruits "Alright you dirty little pukes, listen up. You're not working for your own caste anymore. You're not working for your private militaries, and you're not working for your own selves anymore. You're working for the Lorath people, and the Tur'lista Matriarchy! Any loyalties which you had before this day are nothing, and will be nothing. You sign yourselves to your people on this day, a position of honor, a position of service. Your job from this day onward is to protect the Lorath as a whole, from enemies within and from enemies from above."
The instructor stops before a Fyunnen who seemed to take her dialog as something to doubt, their face seemed to scream it. With that, the Fyunnen instructor lashed out and drove her fist into the smaller male Fyunnen's torso. "You worthless worm! I tell you that you're going to serve the matriarchy and you're going to get uncomfortable because you liked licking your mistress of a commander's boots?!" After the male fell to the ground, the Fyunnen instructor promptly placed her boot into the man's ribcage, then she began to walk before her recruits once more.
"As you see here today, the Fyunnen, Lmanel, and Occhesta have been put into existence to serve each other, for the will of the royalty, who guide us to victory. Any one individual caste has only a fraction of the picture in mind... Fyunnen long for war, Lmanel are too focused on the land, and the Occhestians are too focused upon their own betterment which borders greed. Together though, we can manage to overcome our individual flaws, and manage to strengthen our entire race, for the better of the future."
Soon afterward, the instructor motioned to a nearby fire pit. "If you are going to join the Lorath Self Defense Force, you will do it with no burdens of your past loyalties. Legally, psychologically, and spiritually, you will be freed of your bonds by the will of the Xiaah and High Priest. Cast aside the materials which tied you to your individual caste, and move on to serve the Lorath as a whole."
With that, several Fyunnen stepped forward and reached into their duffel bags. They drawn out large elegantly crafted leather crests which they once wore upon their armor, and they cast them into the fire where they seemed to sit for an eternity before they even began to smoke. Lmanel individuals strode to the fire and cast in small leather pouches, scrolls, and other small trinkets. The Occhestians of the group muttered to each other, Sharp was the first one to move to the fire and toss in his OCG ID card, and a small book which he carried with him. Others only followed after his example. Their actions may have been sincere, or they may have been for show...
