"Keep it moving!" at least one guard, in all of the sectors, snapped at the Leviathans, shoving at least one of them toward the train that they were supposed to get onto. Full squadrons of guards attended each Choosing, and almost the full complement trailed after the Leviathans onto the trains. Once the chosen fighters had boarded, though, the guards backed away—most of them guarding the door and station to prevent any escape attempts. Only two accompanied the Leviathans onto the train, and once the vehicle was fully in motion even they left the young fighters to their own devices.

The trains were a marvel of modern technology, speeding along magnetic tracks exponentially faster than what had been previously possible—a cross-country journey would only take half a day at these rates. The Leviathans would arrive at the Training Center at around nine in the morning. A particularly observant passenger might note that the tracks seemed to be heading inexorably towards the heart of the continent—towards Sector One, where the Leviathans would live and train for a few short days before entering the Arena. Those chosen in Sector One had a much shorter ride, of course, but even they were taken on a circuitous route in an attempt to at least partially conceal the exact location of the Training Center.

One thing could be said for the Council: at least they kept the battlers-in-training in the lap of luxury until they entered the Arena. The trains could comfortably support entire families, and now they only had two passengers plus crew. At the front of the train were the crew areas, strictly off-limits to Leviathans, including the control center and security station. In the middle cars were a dining hall with full service, a lounge with comfortable sofas and chairs with wide windows showing the landscape zipping past, and even a room with wall-to-wall television screens to watch the other Choosings that had occurred that day. At the very back was the sleeping car—two private, lavishly furnished rooms with bathrooms attached that even had hot water. There was a third private room where the mentor of the group would be sleeping and hanging out with them as they were to introduce themselves to the battlers when they got onto the train. The entire train was decorated in a clean, but strangely welcoming style, with shiny chrome and warm velvet on every surface in a clear display of the Council's wealth. 

Some Leviathans had never seen such grandeur. The Council considered it only fair—if they were marching off to die, they might as well do it in style.

[center][h1]Mentor Introductions[/h1][/center]

[hider=Sector One]
As the two battlers boarded the train, there was a loud knock on the door of the third sleeping room. There was a snort from the inside and a loud voice going, "What?" The voice was heavily accented, one of the older accents that people would recognize at British. [url=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/hyrojim/HaydenChristensen2.jpg]A ruffled, dark haired gentleman around the age of thirty[/url] opened the door, glaring around it at whoever was there, which happened to be one of the guards who had just entered the train. 

"Are they here?" the gentleman asked and the guard nodded. The man rolled his eyes and said, "Speak, you bloody daft fool. Who are they and what do they look like? I don't want to mistake them for each other!"

"Ember Wave and Jonas Shinra," the guard said, taken aback slightly by his tone of voice. "Ember: mother of one, blond hair, woman. Jonas: excited for the fight, brown hair."

"Mother, eh?" the man said before making his way out into the common area where the two would be waiting for him. He entered and looked at the two. He immediately knew who Ember was, as she had a small child in her hands. Jonas was obviously the other one. These two actually looked promising. 

"You two must be my new trainees," he said, running a hand through his head to make it look neater, though all he really was wearing was loose basketball type shorts and a tight white t-shirt. "Name's Jones. Tyler Jones." [/hider]
[hider=Sector Two]
[url=http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/thehungergames/images/e/ee/Beautiful-blonde-boy-cute-guy-Favim.com-289340_large.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20130726123440]The mentor[/url] was noticeable when the two boys walked in, but neither of them seemed to notice him. He was sprawled across the couch, his hand tucked behind his head. He wore his usual baseball cap and army chains of his partner back in his games. He was actually younger than the two boys, as he went into the Battle last year at age eighteen and won. 

"Not surprised I got you two," he drawled after the two had finished talking. He sat up and looked at Gareth. "Trust me, mate, if I know guys like him-" He jerked his chin toward Ewan. "-He won't kill you slowly. Not in the heat of battle." The blond stood up and walked over to the two of them. "Colt Richardson, at your service. I won last year's Battle."[/hider]
[hider=Sector Three]
The [url=https://wallpaperscraft.com/image/red-haired_red_eyes_girl_kiss_87635_3840x2400.jpg]young red head[/url] watched as the two boarded her train and she smiled carefully. They looked... half decent to win this. She stood up and walked over to them. She was dressed in a nice dress, but she was extremely nervous. A different mentor had been chosen to do last year's trainees with her following so she could learn, but now it was her turn. She had won the Battle two years prior. 

"Hello," she told the two girls, smiling at them. "I'm Lillith James. If you have any questions, I am your mentor here, and you can ask me anything. I won the Battle two years ago. Colt, who won last year, is actually the mentor for the Sector Two canidates. He and I are actually fairly good friends..." She peetered off awkwardly. "So, yeah..."[/hider]
[hider=Sector Four]
[url=http://i.telegraph.co.uk/multimedia/archive/02463/ginger_genes_2463655b.jpg]The Sector Four mentor[/url] was different from the others. She was actually forced to do this each year because she was the only one from Sector Four ever to win and she only won twenty years ago. She has seen trainees go in and never come out. She cringed at the thought and watched the two board the train. She took a deep breath and stood up, her hands shaking as she interlocked her fingers together. 

"Hello," she said quietly. "My name is Rita Bell. I'm very excited to be working with you." She smiled at them.[/hider]
[hider=Sector Five]
[url=http://hennablogspot.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/long-black-hair-woman-indigo-organic.jpg]The woman[/url] could not sit down. She stood up and paced across the train, wringing her hands together. Her child was actually in the selections this year, just having turned eighteen. She took a deep shuddering breath as the doors opened and she let it out in a sigh of relief. Before either of the two could get the words out, she said, "Well, hi cutie pies!" She had an accent that a lot of people would remember to be Texan. "My name's Arlene. Arlene Fisher, at y'alls service! I'm so excited to be your mentor and I hope that we can turn you into lean, mean fighting machines!" She smiled again.[/hider]
[hider=Sector Six]
[url=http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m1udvo8U9S1qz7deoo1_500.jpg]The mentor[/url] smirked as the two entered the train. Was this what he was given to work with? Two girls who liked like they could be snapped in half by butter? He sighed and ran a hand through his dark hair. He took up and walked over to them, crossing his arms over his chest. He had been lounging on the couch, watching the Sector Three Choosing when they had walked in. He just shook his head and sighed. 

"I've always said that they should never have girls like you in the Choosing," he sneered at them. "You guys are two easily killed off. But, hopefully, with my help, you won't be killed off so easily. Name's Blake Riddle."[/hider]
[hider=Sector Seven]
[url=http://pics2.ds-static.com/catimg/324250/men-silver-fox-coloring.jpg]The oldest mentor[/url] out of the eight sat quietly on the couch as his two entered into the train. He didn't talk or speak immediately. Instead, he carefully looked them up and down, eyeing their strengths and weaknesses. He would be able to tell from their appearances what he would have to help with and what they were already good at, though if he was correct or not was purely conicidental. 

He stood up and ran a hand through his silvery hair, looking at the two boys. He approached them carefully and said, "I don't think we've ever had canidates like you two before. One with a drive to find a sibling. Another... well, you know why you want to be here." He smiled at Xander. "My name is Terrence Bardwell and I will be your mentor through the Battle.[/hider]
[hider=Sector Eight]
[url=http://skinrich.info/wp-content/uploads/2015/01/very-long-straight-blonde-hair-cool-gils.jpg]The third youngest mentor[/url] tapped her hands on her dress covered knees nervously. Like Sector Three's mentor, this was her first time, but it was because the previous mentor wanted one more shot to actually try and succeed, which he didn't, obviously. She looked to the doors as they opened and the two canidates for Eight were shoved in. She smiled at them as she stood up and walked over to them. 

"Hiya!" she said with a much too cheerful tone. She was nervous, so it was slightly expected, but not by her. She coughed a little bit and said a bit calmer, "My name is Angie Bakers. I won the Battle Three years ago. I will actually be your mentor and I hope you guys are okay with it being my first time mentoring. The last guy kind of got fired and, well... executed, but who cares right?" She smiled creepily at the two. "Well, anyways, if you ever have any questions, I'm right here!"[/hider]