Ceremonial Clothing

The induction of the gotu was definitely among the more pleasant events in a Securer's life. No criminals to fight, no disaster to contain, no lives at risk - the greatest danger anyone would face at this ceremony was probably overeating at the buffet.
A smile tugged at Arka's lips as she looked down at the three shining chevrons on her chest. The insignia of the Andozruta Mandasa Ronumru, the Executive Securer Chief. Today was the first time she would be the one to give the introductory speech, to congratulate them on completing their training and proving themselves ready for active duty.
As she stepped out of the elevator, Arka let her gaze sweep across the hall. 58 soon-to-be gotu were sprinkled among the guests, easily distinguished from their families by their ceremonial uniforms. She smirked at the mild unease that she could see in their postures and faces. Her thoughts wandered back to the time she had been in their position, wearing that uniform for the first time. Yes, she remembered that unease very well. But also that feeling of accomplishment, of truly having arrived. And the anticipation of finally going out there to serve her people.
58 names to be read out by their section leaders after her speech. 58 more Securers to keep Western Redo-Iv safe.