On the day after, he’d had them assemble in front of their barracks at 0900 for an address.
“Despite being barely into training, you met the enemy on the field of battle and defeated them,” Mike continued. “Very handily for that matter.” One of the Keldara from Vil’s force had been hit in the arm, but other than that and a few bruises from rounds hitting body armor, the teams hadn’t taken a single casualty. “Training will continue,” he said to groans. “But as of this moment, you are soldiers.”
He turned and waved towards the headquarters and the senior trainer for each of the teams came out, bearing new guidons. They were still blue, but instead of the name of the team being prominent, each of them now bore a snarling tiger face with the team name below it. Behind the trainers, a group of Keldara women came out bearing new uniform blouses. On the shoulder of each was the same patch.
“In keeping with that, I give you a new designation,” Mike said, as the trainers marched to the front of each team and traded guidons with the team leader. “You are no longer the militia of the Keldara. You are the Tigers of the Mountains. And we will show the world, that you had better not fuck with the Mountain Tigers.”