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"Grab him, too. That guy has more dumb luck than anyone else here." Rithvur shook his head and picked up the pace. "Double it, cadets. N'tallon! X'on! Get over here and march!" He snapped, calling a few students from other squads over, ones who had shown a lot of promise in class.
His student selection suggested he knew more than he was saying. Why else would he risk a Cadet with a history of depression fly an M3? There was definatly something strange going on...
The ship shuddered in another blast.

Kia yelped and shot out from under Jasea. Aki gave a lopsided smile and helped Jasea up. She followed close behind the commander, wondering still why he had selected her for M3 work.

Aki shuddered when the ship suffered another blow.

"...This is LCF-091 to bridge, do you copy? ...bridge, do you copy?", Touya had been in this state, almost shouting at the faint static and radio music he hears from the bridge.

For an hour and a half, no one yet had responded his calls - except for the last reception he had which tells him to position and standby to a designated hangar and wait for succeeding instructions.

LCFs are single personnel transport ships of the Lunar Cradle and were used mostly for scout, delivery and recon missions. They are sleek, contoured and easily maneuverable though lacks proper armaments as the design was properly focused on hide-and-seek situations. It does have a partial cloaking mechanism that renders it glassy invisible at sight range.

Touya dropped the radio at open channels to sieve any messages going in and out of the academy. Something stirs in him quite nasty that the academy isn't spacing out, and is in a big crisis right now. 'Why did I ever got into this mess... I should've been on Terra right now and studying parallax neuron networks instead...'

"ah there it is!" jasae climbs into his pet which was covered in colorful drawings of bright happy things

Aki smiled. "Yes sir!" She put her fingers to her lips and released a pircing whistle. Kia barked and ran over. Her fluffy tail wagged happily as she was strapped in; she was happy to go along. "Thank you." Aki said to the humaniod man after Kia was in.

((Kiku! That wasn't on your broadcast. It's a private line to DeVar's character.))

To the Cadets going to Combat:

Mithril appeared on the com screens. "Listen up. No time for formalitites, or repititions, so Listen, Cadets!" She glared. "We're pretty sure the Academy is under attack. We don't know whose ships, we don't know what nation, or what part of the Federation, if they're even part of the Federation. There is live fire, you will see trouble, will be dancing with Death. You know those lectures I gave ya'll on this Not Being a Game? Well this is where this applies! You have live ammo, so watch where you fire!"
Rithvur added his own two-cents.
"Look out for the enemy. They're using slow, high-powered guns, and most of your ships won't take a solid hit from them. I know you're wondering why you're being called on, maybe some of you already know: you're the best. The sharpest shooters, the fastest pilots, the quickest thinkers. And I don't like to say it, but the Academy can't handle a constant barage like that. We're counting on you to defend your home. We're on the fringes of the Federation. The edges, the very border of our civilization. That means we can't count on a Federation Fleet to sweep in and save our tails from smoking into the sun. Fight for your school, for your friends, and your lives."

To DeVars:

Someone ran forward. "Hi, no time for introductions. The Academy's under attack on the northern docking bay. The data we have on the shark-ships, they look like old Terran sharks, is being up-loaded to your ship. We hate to ask you to go out and fight for a school you'll probably hate by the end of the year, but... We need your skill." She chattered straight, leading him through the hangar into a hall. "You're top notch, we've seen your ranks. Annnnd.... We really need the help. The Federation's nearest collection of ships are way to far away to get here in time. I'm not supposed to say it, but you'll be in an M4, one of the best ships the Federation has to offer... If you don't want to fight, I'll hand you over to a droid who'll take you to your rooms so you can, maybe, get settled..."
She wrung her hands. "But I hope you'll choose to fight. I'm just an engineer student who hurts herself everytime I get in a PET. I didn't qualify to help... You'll fight though, won't you?" She begged. It was clear that, despite her self-professed lack of skill, she wished she were out there, helping her friends and teachers defend this school where she would spend six or more years of her life.

jasae hummed as the cockpit closed and when he was sure it was closed all the way he turned on a music program that he secretly installed earlier and began to groove to the beat "mental note install cooler into pet later" and sat back as the music played

"Good, because no one else will." Arena remarked dryly. "Try not to get killed- I don't want to train new Cadets as your replacements. In other words, be careful. You know we don't know enough, but we have to stop them now. Before the shields break down. Before they blow our students- your friends- into oblivion. Before they have a chance to sweep past us into the Federation."


DeVars:
She beamed at him. "Come on, I'll show you to the ships." She said, smiling at him as she skipped down the hall, falling into a wall as the Academy shuddered in another blast. But she got to her feet and headed on.