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Authors: Odette C. Bell
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humour me. I can't find
another tutor, and I really don't want to cancel the class. I'm
late as it is.”
As
Sharpe marched him forward, Blake quickly realised they were headed
to Training Centre Alpha-2.
With a
soft chuckle, he smiled.
Cadet
Harper was in there, and if Sharpe was late, the class hadn't
started yet, which meant she wouldn’t get in trouble.
Lucky
for her.
And
the poor cadet really looked as though she could use some luck
right now.
Once
Sharpe marched him through the doors, Blake's presence was met with
instant and excited muttering.
This
training centre was an enormous complex. A room of about 200 meters
by 200 meters, it had enough space to allow budding cadets to learn
the intricacies of TI weapons. It also had enough defensive
parameters in place to stop them from doing harm to themselves or
anybody else.
Because TI weapons, in untrained hands, were dangerous
things.
“All
right, listen up,” Sharpe announced as he walked into the centre of
his class, “today we are lucky enough to have a true master with
us,” he gestured towards Blake.
Carson
forced himself to lift a hand and wave to the class, but he winced
as he did. Why did people always refer to him as a master? He was
just a guy, for god's sake.
The
class practically gave a collective cry of joy. Well, almost
everybody did.
Carson
found himself focusing on one cadet standing a little way from the
group, shuffling her feet and staring at her left hand.
Cadet
Harper.
She
had such a confused expression on her face, and again it seemed
that she was staring at her palm as if it didn't belong to
her.
“Alright, class, spread out, you know the drill,” Sharpe
snapped. “Everybody pick up their class I weapons. Harper, you're
with me,” Sharpe added tersely at the end.
Harper
looked up, her expression crumpling with obvious
disappointment.
As her
shoulders slumped, she walked past Carson without another look,
heading towards Sharpe.
Carson
turned on his foot to watch Harper and Sharpe head over to a
different section of the training hall, where the far simpler TI
objects were kept. The stuff they used for the first-year cadets,
the kids who had only recently received their TI
implants.
Was
Sharpe simply reprimanding her by not allowing her to use the
weapons, or had she never progressed?
Considering that question briefly, he came up with the answer
all too readily.
She'd
never progressed.
Though
she seemed friendly and sweet, she really didn't come across as a
competent cadet.
All
too soon Carson found himself demonstrating class I weapons, and
the students around him did their best to follow his
example.
He was
admittedly distracted though.
He
kept staring over at Sharpe as he tersely snapped at Harper to try
harder. She was barely capable of shifting a small TI block off the
floor. Though her face was deeply furrowed with concentration, no
matter how hard she appeared to try, she just couldn't do
it.
Sharpe
looked practically apoplectic, and kept telling her she was worse
than she usually was.
Though
Carson kept half an eye on her, he knew he couldn't allow himself
to become completely distracted. Even though he was only dealing
with class I weapons, he had to watch the rest of the students in
case they had any accidents.
That
being said, they all appeared to be quite talented, and one in
particular was a cut above the rest.
Cadet
J’Etem.
He
recognised her from the Remus 12 mission. She was a friend of Cadet
Harper, and had already been selected as a potential recruit for
the Force.
Her
command of class I weapons was astounding.
Without any tutelage from him, she managed to pick up three
blocks, and spin them around herself with impressive speed. Though
he could easily thrust out a hand to catch one, with practice,
she’d be able to propel the blocks so fast they’d be able to crash
through walls.
The
blocks were about 30 centimetres square, and made of completely
smooth gunmetal-grey stone. Well, he said
another tutor, and I really don't want to cancel the class. I'm
late as it is.”
As
Sharpe marched him forward, Blake quickly realised they were headed
to Training Centre Alpha-2.
With a
soft chuckle, he smiled.
Cadet
Harper was in there, and if Sharpe was late, the class hadn't
started yet, which meant she wouldn’t get in trouble.
Lucky
for her.
And
the poor cadet really looked as though she could use some luck
right now.
Once
Sharpe marched him through the doors, Blake's presence was met with
instant and excited muttering.
This
training centre was an enormous complex. A room of about 200 meters
by 200 meters, it had enough space to allow budding cadets to learn
the intricacies of TI weapons. It also had enough defensive
parameters in place to stop them from doing harm to themselves or
anybody else.
Because TI weapons, in untrained hands, were dangerous
things.
“All
right, listen up,” Sharpe announced as he walked into the centre of
his class, “today we are lucky enough to have a true master with
us,” he gestured towards Blake.
Carson
forced himself to lift a hand and wave to the class, but he winced
as he did. Why did people always refer to him as a master? He was
just a guy, for god's sake.
The
class practically gave a collective cry of joy. Well, almost
everybody did.
Carson
found himself focusing on one cadet standing a little way from the
group, shuffling her feet and staring at her left hand.
Cadet
Harper.
She
had such a confused expression on her face, and again it seemed
that she was staring at her palm as if it didn't belong to
her.
“Alright, class, spread out, you know the drill,” Sharpe
snapped. “Everybody pick up their class I weapons. Harper, you're
with me,” Sharpe added tersely at the end.
Harper
looked up, her expression crumpling with obvious
disappointment.
As her
shoulders slumped, she walked past Carson without another look,
heading towards Sharpe.
Carson
turned on his foot to watch Harper and Sharpe head over to a
different section of the training hall, where the far simpler TI
objects were kept. The stuff they used for the first-year cadets,
the kids who had only recently received their TI
implants.
Was
Sharpe simply reprimanding her by not allowing her to use the
weapons, or had she never progressed?
Considering that question briefly, he came up with the answer
all too readily.
She'd
never progressed.
Though
she seemed friendly and sweet, she really didn't come across as a
competent cadet.
All
too soon Carson found himself demonstrating class I weapons, and
the students around him did their best to follow his
example.
He was
admittedly distracted though.
He
kept staring over at Sharpe as he tersely snapped at Harper to try
harder. She was barely capable of shifting a small TI block off the
floor. Though her face was deeply furrowed with concentration, no
matter how hard she appeared to try, she just couldn't do
it.
Sharpe
looked practically apoplectic, and kept telling her she was worse
than she usually was.
Though
Carson kept half an eye on her, he knew he couldn't allow himself
to become completely distracted. Even though he was only dealing
with class I weapons, he had to watch the rest of the students in
case they had any accidents.
That
being said, they all appeared to be quite talented, and one in
particular was a cut above the rest.
Cadet
J’Etem.
He
recognised her from the Remus 12 mission. She was a friend of Cadet
Harper, and had already been selected as a potential recruit for
the Force.
Her
command of class I weapons was astounding.
Without any tutelage from him, she managed to pick up three
blocks, and spin them around herself with impressive speed. Though
he could easily thrust out a hand to catch one, with practice,
she’d be able to propel the blocks so fast they’d be able to crash
through walls.
The
blocks were about 30 centimetres square, and made of completely
smooth gunmetal-grey stone. Well, he said
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