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[center][h1]The Guild: Main hall[/h1][/center]

	"Welcome. My name is [url=http://static.comicvine.com/uploads/original/11121/111219562/4920585-first+form+frieza.jpg]Lord Frieza[/url], and I will be giving you, your introductory speech. You know, that long drawn out droll about how the guild strives to keep balance, bla, bla, bla...." The three foot tall creature began, his tone carrying a constant condescending feel, and he had the facial expression of wanting to be anywhere, but there. "To cut to the chase, you're all going to start out as Maggots, the lowest level of guild mate. Just above janitors, and farmers. Good job on that, by the way. You could of fooled me that any of you were worth much...But, I digress. You're all part of this guild now, and I'll tell you the rules for Maggots like you."

	"Here's the guild rules for you all to follow, to the tee.
One. Obey the orders of your superiors. I especially, as I do not tolerate insubordination.
Two. You can tackle most situations in any way you see fit. Impress us. However, don't forget the mission you'd be on.
Three. The guild's resources aren't all yours. Don't go about taking all the shiny bobbles. 
Four. Always improve yourselves. While you'll never match me, it'd be best for your health if you worked towards getting even a fraction of my power...
Five. Don't kill each other. You're civilized. Act like it, or I'll stamp you out like a bug."

	With that, the alien lifeform ruffled though some papers, grumbling. "Ok. I'll be the leader of Squad One. Squad Two's leader is late to the meeting, and will be getting a swift backhand for it. Squad One is...John Freeman, the human. Rand, the armadillo. Nessa the....whatever you are...." Frieza says, looking at Nessa, confused at the creature that stands before him. "And finally, Faust, the other human. I think. Not that it matters to much...The rest of you is in squad two. I pity you, you're going to be under the command of a total fool..." He says, with a chuckle.
"With that, your manditory rant of rules and regulations comes to a close. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've far better things to do. Come to me if you find a mission you like, and I'll send you off, but don't come to chit-chat. The last one of you who did was in the intensive care unit for a week..." He threatens, before walking out, leaving the group alone, without direction.
	Naturally, one can assume Frieza, is a bit of a pompous fellow, to say the least.