As Vincent Evin strode down the halls of the Rhoadon Military Academy, he could not help but puff his chest out proudly; around him, hung on the walls of this most prestigious of schools, were paintings and pictures of history's greatest leaders, many of whom had been educated at this very academy. To be accepted here was an honour of the highest quality--at least, it had been, some years ago. Now, with the war drawing ever closer to Parusia territory, the academy was accepting anyone it could. Still, to be accepted into Rhoadon Academy was no joke. After all, only here could one find legends such as Elrich von Kellanay, the ultimate tactician, or Amalea of Yanderset, the supreme soldier. Vincent, a steamborg himself even if it was not apparent, admired and looked up to Amalea as the true role model for any soldier, and as for von Kellanay...well, his mere name demanded the respect associated with it.

In fact, Vincent realised, his first class would be taught by von Kellanay. Formerly Colonel and commander of the notorious Fifth Army, the infamous strategist had been transferred to the Academy when High Command believed he was more useful training new commanders than giving the commands himself. Vincent thought this was rather foolish, he believed von Kellanay could on his own swing the tide of war, he believed the fearsome colonel's talents were being wasted here in the Academy, just as Amalea of Yanderset's skills were.

It became apparent as Vincent entered the Tactics class, that Erich von Kellanay shared this belief. The Colonel, still wearing the uniform, visor cap, and overcoat of the Northern Front, surveyed the students with clear distaste in his intense eyes, one of them hidden behind a monocle. The chest of his overcoat bore countless medals, badges, and stars, which the students examined as if testing themselves on which honour meant what. The colonel simply stood in the front of the class, waiting for all the students to enter. Vincent took a seat in one of the front seats, eager to learn from the master whose enemies knew him as the 'Wolf of Parusia'.

((Thought I'd get this started. Any students/teachers can enter the class to get the story going, if they want.))

Amaleas mechanical clock woke her up for work. In her room was a big national flag in all its pride: Its three stripes in white, black and blue with a lion at the top right and a golden pentagram in the middle of the flag. A sabre hung on the southern wall. Amalea wore an iron cross on a black ribbon which hung like a necklace around her neck. Amalea cleaned herself and got ready. She put on a while shirt and left the top buttons unbuttoned. She hung a blue tie loosely around the collar. She wore a short black skirt and thigh-highs. She tied her shoes. Well they were more like combat boots. Since it was a bit chilly this morning, she hung her blue ornamented jacket onto her shoulders as if it was a cape. She then stood there in front of the flag with her fist to her chest and sung:

"Parusia! My mighty land,
Your beauty is so grand,
You are the greatest nation
In the entire world.

Our culture, our pride,
our strength, our countryside,
we will protect and honor
our Parusia and people!"

To many Amalea was a hero and an idol, but some who new her daily routines and her morals thought she was a nationalist or even a fascist who took pride and honor very seriously. Lilia saw everything through Amaleas window and gasped. "This isnt good. Infamous war hero Amalea of Yanderset is a fascist?" Lilia whispered to herself. But then Amalea peeked out the door right to Lilia. "Hello. You are up early." Amalea said with a smile on her face and with a sweet tone of voice. "Whats wrong? You heard me sing and didnt like it?" Amalea asked noticing Lilias surprised face. Then Lilia answered: "But that song was a song from imperial times when the king wanted to destroy Ruzia and its people for intruding. You are fascist!" "I am not fascist. I am a patriot and our people are better than those Ruzian scumbags! Have you seen what they have done to civilians? I want my country to be safe and I want us to be the best because we are!" Amalea answered. Lilia then responded with an insecure voice: "B..but my father said that it is forbidden to sing that song or talk that way. But then again, I lost my limbs in an attack." Amalea then hugged Lilia and said: "Its alright. I am here if you feel insecure or sad. Why dont we go to the school? After the first class there is a special ceremony for the beginning of the year." They then walked together to the main building.

Amalea and Lilia entered the classroom of the colonel. "Hello comrade!" Amalea said to the colonel. "Dont mind me. I am here to watch since my class first starts after the ceremony." Lilia took a seat next to Vincent. "Hello. I...I am Lilia. This is only one of my minor subjects."

The all too familiar scowl reappeared on von Kellanay's severe and proud face as Amalea and another student entered, just before the official signal for class to begin was made. Once, perhaps, von Kellanay had been much like Amalea--proud of his nation, indeed, a nationalist. But that was in the imperial days, almost forty years ago, and now such things were considered fascist and treasonous. Von Kellanay felt no need to be proud of Parusia; indeed, every day he became angrier at it. Parusia was giving way to its enemies, and the nation was losing strength every day. Once it had been the superpower of the world, but now other nations were chipping away at the nation. It had been so much more powerful under the banner of the imperials; von Kellanay missed that era, the era before all those idiotic 'democratic' reforms that had torn at the military's power. Once, the military's power had been so great that von Kellanay had contemplated taking power for himself as the emperor's power waned--and then the reformists struck, and that was the end. The Wolf of Parusia, a symbol of military and imperial might, was reassigned to the Academy.

"Amalea of Yanderset," he greeted her in the harsh, strict voice he was known for, and nodded in greeting. "You may be seated where you wish." Had Amalea been nearly anyone else, she would not have received this respect; however, von Kellanay regarded Amalea with a measure of respect, and he considered her the ideal soldier. Indeed--though he would never admit it to her, and it was top-secret--he had once tried to have her transferred to the Fifth Army to serve as an example to his soldiers. When one considered that von Kellanay considered his soldiers the best of the best, it was quite a compliment.

As the girl sat next to Vincent, he paused for a moment, apparently lost for words. She was beautiful--but then, every girl tended to look pretty good to Vincent. He quickly recovered, and flashed Lilia a flawless, gleaming, charming smile. "Nice to meet ya, sweetie" he said. "Name's Vincent." He had barely spoken these words before a shadow fell over him, and he realised von Kellanay was glaring down at him. Even Vincent, infamous as he was for a nonchalant, casual attitude, failed under the intimidating eyes of von Kellanay. The colonel glared down at him for a moment, before turning back around. Vincent whispered under his breath to Lilia, "Cripes, the old man's scary..." He followed it with another of his grins before turning back to the front, where von Kellanay had begun speaking.

"Tactics."

The colonel spoke the one word in his hoarse, harsh voice, as if it were something to be feared, something to be revered. He paced momentarily, his gloved hands behind his back, before continuing. "Tactics. Some may say that guns win wars, some may say soldiers win wars, but what are either of those things without tactics? They are useless!" The sudden emphasis on the word surprised the students, many of whom jumped slightly. "Tactics. The art of utilising military forces and maneuvering them to gain the victory in battle. Without a tactical mind, without strategic prowess, we will have no civilised battle; we will have an unsophisticated, primitive brawl--we may as well throw aside guns, armour, and artillery and fight with sticks and stones without tactics. Soldiers do not win wars, guns do not win wars. Tactics wins wars." He paused, as if allowing this to sink into the minds of the students, before introducing himself, as was standard practice--though it was truly not needed.

"I am Colonel Elrich von Kellanay," he announced. "Commander of the Fifth Army. I led the offensive at the Volliern Fields, where the 20,000 soldiers of the Fifth Army took on 60,000 Ruzian troops--we took 2,000 casualties and inflicted 30,000 on the enemy, driving them out. How was this possible? Tactics! I led the defense of the fortress at Abaoa Qu, where 120,000 Ruzian soldiers attacked the fortress, defended by only the Fifth Army--they never took the fortress. How was this possible? Tactics!"

The students looked at the Colonel, some with awe and apparent anxiety, others with admiration and respect. Vincent could barely remove his eyes from the man; even at the aging year of 54, the colonel possessed all the fire and power of a young soldier.

Amalea raised her hand and said: "Let me add something that might be of interest to your class. Sorry, if I am wasting your time but... Students. Although I wasnt part of the Fifth Army who had a brilliant commander, I was the leader of a unit in the First Army in the fight against Ruzia. I only had 22 men and two women under my command. We were supposed to make a gap in the enemy line with tactics and firepower alone. My unit killed 79 enemy soldiers and wounded another couple hundred. It put a gap in their lines big enough to flank them and force them to retreat. Thanks to tactics an army can win battles. Please continue Colonel." Amalea sat back down.
Lilia had blushed from Vincents charm. Then she listened to the colonel and Amalea. She began humming the tune Amalea sung earlier. It seemed to be very catchy. But she then saw Amalea stare at her. Amaleas stare said: "I wouldnt do that here, if I were you." Then Lilia noticed some of the other students giving her mean looks as their recognized the tune and thought it was a very bad thing to do.

Colonel von Kellanay allowed Amalea to speak--albeit reluctantly. It was clear the Colonel was a proud individual who, though he knew his own limitations and weaknesses, took pride in his strengths and was hesitant to allow others to speak of them. Nevertheless, he showed no disappointment or anger. "Amalea of Yanderset's tale only serves to reinforce this point."

When he heard the sound of an old Imperial tune being hummed, he turned until his sharp eyes fell on Lilia; his bitter gaze remained as it was for a few moments, before he turned away and continued. He had no care for whether the girl hummed old imperialist or militarist tunes--they were just echoes from a time when Parusia had been a far greater country than it was now. "Now that we have needless introductions done with, we may proceed with the actual class."

The class was spent studying great tacticians and strategists of the past; as von Kellanay himself told the class, "History is filled with tacticians of the highest calibre, men and women whose strategic might won wars and felled entire nations". At the end of the class, he informed the students that in the future, they would be holding tournaments in the class that would involve the use of a 'battle simulator', somewhat like a board game, invented by von Kellanay himself, that would gauge each student's tactical capabilities. As the students stood up and began to move around and leave the class, Vincent caught up with Lilia.

"So, what'd you think of the colonel?" he asked, the flirtatious grin plastered on his handsome face once more.

Lilia noticed Vincent ask her a question. "He is kind of scary and he seems to be very serious. I would rather have Amalea as a teacher. She isnt as frightening." Lilia said. Amalea heard every word and turned to the colonel: "Did you hear that? She said I wasnt frightening and you are. My father always told me that you shouldnt judge someone by their shell. That girl probably hasnt heard why I am here. But being sentenced to at least a year of instructing is a mild punishment for what I have done. A normal soldier would have either landed in prison for a long time or would have been hanged for avenging his comrades by ruthlessly killing them, even when they were retreating. I know what I did was right and those lowlives deserved it. I think we have opening ceremonies now." Amalea came from a noble family who were absolute loyalists to the emperor of Parusia. If the monarchy would still exist Amalea who be Princess Amalea of Yanderset or Baroness Amalea of Yanderset. The emperor was her great uncle, which mean she was indirectly related to the royal family. If she would try to fulfill her dreams, she'd be a domestic terrorist since she wants to reestablish the monarchy and no long be called a fascist.
Lilia on the other hand is from a family of farmers with occasional military officers. Lilias father felt that being proud of his country in times like these would be shameful and tried to keep his daughter from becoming someone like Amalea. But Lilia seems to trust Amalea and is slowly being influenced by her.
"Vincent. I saw some things this morning that I feel unsure about. A particular person sung a particular anthem of old times but then showed to be a warm person who immediately gave me a sensational feeling of warmth. Should I be careful." She then stopped. "Nevermind. Let us go to whatever is next."

Von Kellanay scowled and replied with an annoyed scoff. "Frightening." He shook his head in disappointment. "I should not be frightening to those whom I fight for. It is only my enemies who should be frightened." As Amalea spoke, von Kellanay listened intently, allowing her to speak fully before replying again. "Those fools who are in charge now know nothing of warfare," he spoke spitefully, and didn't seem to care that what he spoke of here might be treason; no one else was here to hear it anyway. "In the days of the empire, before, perhaps, you were of the military, or even born, you would have been commended heavily for such actions. Now, with those reformists in power, Parusia is beginning to falter. As for me, I'm only here because the reformists don't want a symbol of the militarist, imperialist times out fighting. They don't want me in a position of power...but they always have underestimated true power. That is why I am stuck here, and that is why you are stuck here."

He glanced at a pocket watch hanging from his overcoat, and said, "Indeed, those useless ceremonies...very well, let us go to them, then." He opened the door out of the class, waiting for Amalea to pass through first--a habit of his from the old days when such behaviour was encouraged. Elrich von Kellanay's family had always been high ranking military officials, powerful in the armed forces, and the colonel himself had always seemed deadset on following in their footsteps.

Vincent shrugged. "You have to hand it to the old man--he knows how to give a speech. And command an army." When she mentioned the old anthem, he didn't seem to grow more serious, his attitude remaining playful and casual as ever. "Eh, I wouldn't know what's with the stuff against old anthems and such. They're pretty catchy tunes!" He gave a good-natured laugh.

Alex woke up late again he washed himself and put on his uniform he then grabbed his guns and went out of his room he went to his first class some veteran Von Kellanay he shrugged he made it to his class he saw a lady and a old guy most likely Von Kellanay he looked clamly over to the Colonel and said "The ceremonies are starting already?" he sighed "I don't see the point in them just useless if you ask me why waste our time rather be in class." he rubbed the back of his head. He then looked over to Amalea and step aside "Sorry I am in your way." he looked like what he is talented but lazy.

Amalea noticed another kid who seemed to be apologizing for something. "No problem." She said before she moved on with the others to the auditorium for the opening ceremony. Lilia followed the rest and said to Vincent: "I bet this is the kind of ceremony where the school introduces new teaches and talks about upcoming events and so. Typical boring stuff." Amalea had planned that she would show her true self at the ceremony, so that no one could tell who was worse: Her or the colonel. Everyone then gathered at the auditorium and took their seats and waited for it to begin.

Von Kellanay turned at the sound of another voice, a look of clear distaste and irritation on his face. "Feh," he spat as he watched the boy. "In the days of the empire this would not have been tolerated. A recruit, addressing a superior in such a tone, without salutation?" He shook his head as he walked with Amalea towards the auditorium, his expression returning to a look of apathy and boredom. The opening ceremonies--what a waste of time. In the imperialist days the students went straight to training, but these days valuable time was wasted on pomp and ceremony. It sicked von Kellanay to think of the reformist pigs who had brought about the changes like this, changes that had turned Parusia from the world's dominant power to a state that was slowly being chipped away.

Meanwhile, Vincent stayed at Lilia's side, talking. "Definitely, definitely," he agreed. "I mean, what's the point? The teachers all have to introduce themselves and all that crap in their classes anyway. I mean, you'd think they would use this kind of time for something actually useful. But hey," he shrugged. "We're just students. We gotta do what the crazy military officers tell us to do."

"Dont worry. There are enough people out there who are still for the old times. When this war is over, we will have the change to restore the old times." Amalea said to Erich. Lilia then turned around to Amalea and then said: "Why is it better to have a king or emperor instead of a democracy?" "Because if we had a good monarch, then he would make sure the nobles aid the poor to help them to a better life. But the reformists want to make the poor poorer and the rich richer. I dont want to live in a nation that is ashamed to be proud." Amalea answered.
The ceremony started and the headmaster of the school began to talk to those in the auditorium: "Welcome to a new year at our proud academy. We would like to welcome the new students and introduce new instructors in our staff. First lets welcome war veteran and hero Amalea of Yanderset." Amalea then went up to the podium and said: "Thank you. I am glad to be here." Her sweet voice turned serious and her red eyes seemed to light up in a scary way. "Actually, I am forced to be here as punishment. I lost my comrades in a battle and avenged them. I tore those Ruzian bastards apart with my bare hands until they decided to retreat. I watched a fellow steamborg burn and scream for help until he collapsed. The battlefield is no game. People like me and the colonel over there are needed on the battlefield and wasted here. You shouldnt think that I am an easygoing person, if I am kind and talk in a sweet manner. I will make my students into killing machines, capable of winning this war. I would like to call the colonel up to the podium next." The headmaster didnt look too happy about her speech but he couldnt do anything about it, since he cant fire someone from their punishment and feared her in every way.

Alex yawned he fell asleep in his chair even though a few minutes ago he was in his room asleep. He didn't like wasting his time listening to useless ceremony while in the real world there is a war going on and he can't do anything about it yet. He respected the veterans here to a degree and he wants the democracy gone and for the old times to come back. ahe woke up for a moment and he looked around to see if the ceremony was over he saw it wasn't he yawned again and he went back to sleep and muttered something about how pointless this all is. When he entered he was in the back he hoped no one went to sit next to him because people always want to either bust him or talk to him about something lame.

Vincent turned suddenly, not realising Amalea and the colonel were still behind them. His warm brown eyes met von Kellanay's ice cold sharp eyes, and the colonel spoke. "Why is it better to have an emperor instead of a democracy? You need only look to the west, where Angaland, who has ever lived in fear of the empire, and is now chipping away at our territory. You need only look to the north, where Ruzia, which once cowered in terror at the mere mention of Parusia, is now leading an offensive into our land. You need only to look past the reformist propaganda to see that Parusia is faltering because of the democratic reforms." With that, the colonel proceeded to the auditorium.

As Amalea spoke, von Kellanay could not hide a satisfied smirk. She spoke well, and she spoke the truth, and now it was his time to speak. He strode to the podium, and then looked down at the mass of students. For a moment, he said nothing, allowing tension to rise in the air, and then he began. "Amalea of Yanderset speaks the truth. There is nothing sweet or kind about warfare. In the heat of battle, you have only one concern: victory over your enemy!" He slammed a gloved fist on the podium here, causing several students to jump. "And that is the sole reason you are here: to learn the art of victory. It is not something you can learn from books. To overcome your opponents and crush one's enemies is something that can only be taught by the battlefield, and those who have experienced it for themselves. I will forge you into soldiers, tough and resourceful, and you will forge yourselves into warriors, for if you do not, the battlefield will claim you for itself--as it has done for countless men and women before you. I will not be gentle--gentleness does not forge soldiers." At that moment, his keen eyes caught sight of something in the back of the room, and a gloved hand was raised to point directly at Alex. "This is not a soldier," he declared. "But I will forge him into a thing capable of toppling nations and winning wars. When you leave this academy with all I have imparted, you will have left behind the body and mind of a student, and gained the body and mind of a true Parusian soldier."

He paused here, and then finished. "Colonel Erich von Kellanay has spoken." The students gazed at him with respect and awe, while the headmaster averted his eyes from the imposing figure the colonel struck.

"And now we would like to welcome one of our new teachers, Miss Badree." The colonel said to the students. Miss Badree came out of the line of the teachers to step up to the podium. "Hello students." she started, the dreadlocks allowing people to not to take her seriously, though in uniform. "I will be your new Weapons teacher. I have never been in battle but I have learned from the best. Everything I know on weapons I will pass on to you. If you don't think you can shoot someone then stay out of my classroom. Unless you come to my other classroom, Philosophy. That's all." she said with a smile before going back into line.

Alex woke up he saw people staring at him he shrugged Wonder whats up with them? he saw Von Kellanay up there it then clicked The old man must have mentioned me in a negative way I wonder why people even care about these dumb speech's I don't see how this will help me in anyway shape or form. he sighed as the other teacher came up he shrugged and went right back to sleep not giving a damn about why people were staring at him.

The headmaster went back to the podium clapping slowly and forcing out a nervous laugh. "Well..." From then on it seemed like an eternity. After a long time, the headmaster had finally stopped talking. They then were dismissed. "Steamborg tech class over to me." Amalea called. She walked to the classroom and waited until everyone was seated and started. "Welcome to steamborg technology class. As you should know, I am a steamborg. I will show you how steamborgs and steamborg parts are built. First off, there are partial steamborgs who are people who are more human than machine, while there are full steamborgs who are more than half machine and can be completely machines with human souls. I chose that one for specific reasons. But today we will have a brief overview of the traits and maybe have a steamborg among you to show their metallic parts." Amalea said. Lilia looked very interested.

As the whole foolish procedure ground slowly to an end, Elrich von Kellanay left the assembly hall, returning to his 'classroom' (he preferred to think of it with other words; class room made it seem like a standard civilian school to von Kellanay). He would have to prepare for his next class: Discipline. Why they needed to make discipline a class in itself, the colonel could not understand; after all, it seemed to him all students, in all classes, should be disciplined, it was only to be expected of a soldier. Yes, much had changed since the imperialist days...and nearly all those changes were for the worse.

Vincent meanwhile followed Lilia to the Steamborg Class, and watched Amalea with interest as she began to teach the lesson. He fidgeted nervously as she mentioned having one of them display their metallic parts--Vincent, though it would not be apparent, fell into the second category mentioned by Amalea, and he had always hated his decision to become a steamborg.

Alex entered one of his favorite classes Discipline he entered the class he was wide awake since his nap during the assembly. He saw Elrich von Kellanay his teacher and shrugged unaffected by the presences of von Kellanay unlike the other student in there who made sure their uniforms were proper and that they looked their very best around the man. Alex was different his uniform was worn the way he wants the first two buttons unbuttoned, his tie loosened down away from his neck and his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He had a uninterested look that ticks off any teacher that wants his attention. He sighed for this class he was on time he waited for the other student to come in he laughed loudly as he saw the students bolting to the front in a sorry manner to impress the teacher. He stopped laughing and said to himself "These guys are sad trying to impress a teacher what’s the point of it as long as you end up into a killing machine then nothing matters as long as I am able to kill whatever bastards that are chipping away at this once powerful empire then I will go through this school."

"To define what a steamborg is: A steamborg is a person who has one or more mechanical prosthetics." Amalea said. She then walked over to a metallic skeleton like model. "This here is a model skeleton of a full steamborg. I will show you something." She took the skull off of the skeleton and pulled the face of it off. Inside was a metal ball which seemed to be light. "If you ever get involved in a fatal accident and you or a sponsor can afford a steamborg body, your memories are put into a ball like this. It is the brain of a full steamborg. This is all possible thanks to advancement in technology. To hide the skeletons appearance and all the hydraulics and such, full steamborgs have a synthetic skin. Lilia why dont you show us." Amalea said. Lilia was kind of nervous and nodded. She grabbed at the sides of her face and pulled off the rubber like skin. After showing her metallic almost human face she put the skin back on. Amalea had noticed something: "Lilia. I noticed you have a split jaw. A split jaw is normally a low jaw that can split sideways apart to reveal a hidden weapon. I have one too. But those were imperial times when steamborgs had weapons in their bodies. I still have a hidden weapon although I am normally not permitted. Back then steamborgs were more dangerous too. Does anyone have questions?"

Von Kellanay's sharp ears zeroed in on one voice, clearly the voice of a student, which had been preceded with a laugh. The student was clearly mocking everything for which the armed forces stood for, everything for which disciplined warfare stood for, and von Kellanay would not stand for it.

Striding forward towards Alex, his eyes, one behind the monocle, malicious and intent. Soon, he was towering directly in front of the student, and glaring down at Alex. "A killing machine?" his voice began calm, but it became more and more angry. "A killing machine? You are useless to us if you cannot obey orders and be a disciplined soldier! You cannot possibly fight a single duel, much less a war, if you are not disciplined. If you desire to be an undisciplined killing machine, then get the hell out of this school, because only true soldiers will ever leave the Academy."

With that, he swept back around, and returned to the front of the class, observing his students harshly before speaking. "As you can see from this," he gestured to Alex in distaste. "A true soldier is never a slovenly, undisciplined 'killing machine'. Of what use are you to us if all you do is charge and kill? What we desire are soldiers who know every tactic and maneuver, soldiers who are tempered to take every pain and every stress. In this class, you will all be forged into such soldiers...or I will whip you into one myself." His eyes fell on Alex as he said this.

Vincent meanwhile stirred in his seat uneasily. For some reason, he glanced away, as if suddenly taken by something out the window, when Lilia was called up to remove the false skin. Vincent had always hated his decision to become a steamborg, to become 'inhuman'; to trade all possibility of life for an existence synonymous with war and fighting. Even if he appeared human now--without the uniform, his full steamborg appearance would be revealed; cords and metallic streaks and parts would be visible sporadically throughout his body except his face; and both of his forearms and his chest were equipped with the 'split function' for hidden weaponry.

Alex smiled to his teacher who had no clue how he works mentaly he shrugged it all off he sighed fighting with this old man was useless so he just sat back and watched the student trying to suck up to their teacher it made him sick. He wait for the teacher to start the lesson. All the student's kept away from him because he was most likely Von Kellanay's most hated student yet. He was glad he was because if he was liked by a teacher than that would mean he would be the governments toy to order around. He knew this is what his father was and when the government cut his father from duty it turned his father into a drunk that would even shoot at his own kid. Ever since he joined this school he made sure that he wouldn't be ordered around like they want him to he listens to what he wants to and will follow orders if he wants to. That is what make him the worst role model at this school and that is why teachers and every student doesn't want anything to do with him.

"Then I will go on. There is a big difference between a civilian steamborg and a military steamborg. Civilian steamborgs only have very limited strength and dont need any special functions while military steamborgs often have inhuman hydraulic strength, enhance speed, sometimes internal weapons and recon steamborgs have a built in communication system. Steamborg assassins are normally lightweight and if they have hidden weapons, they are normally silenced and small. Popular compartments for hidden weapons are the arms, the shoulders, the chest and the mouth. But in earlier times steamborgs were allowed to have hidden weapons in their heads. Those weapons were normally automatic firearms or cannons. The memory balls had to be placed to any free space available. Normally for those, the face had a split function. Steamborgs theoretically dont need faces since they only need sensors to see and hear but every steamborg has one so that he or she could be identified and look human. As for the fake skin, some steamborgs are only covered on the face while others have full skin covering the body. Fake skin covers my body." Amalea said and looked at the time. "I guess you can go. Class ends soon. Up next is shooting and weaponry combined."
Lilia looked over to Vincent: "Miss Amalea is so great. It was interesting and she told us alot of the possibilities to upgrade our body. I feel better as a steamborg than a human now."

Von Kellanay continued. "Discipline. You," he suddenly gestured towards a student, who immediately called, "Sir!". Von Kellanay addressed him. "Define discipline!"

"Sir! Discipline is training to act in accordance with the rule set before one! Sir!"

"Feh," von Kellanay waved a gloved hand in distaste. "A textbook definition--I don't want to hear that! Discipline!" he slammed his hand onto the podium in front of the classroom, gaining the attention of everyone in the room. "Discipline is the ability to obey the orders given to one and carry them out without hesitation or fail. Discipline is the ability to shrug off all pain, all stress, all inhibitions to complete the mission. Discipline is the ability to be a part of an organised, formidable machine of war that is feared throughout the world. Discipline is key to being a soldier. A lack of discipline is unforgivable!" He glared at the students momentarily before pacing in front of them as he spoke.

"When you are placed into an army, you are never again an individual. You are first and foremost, a nation; Parusia." As he said this, a few cheers erupted in the classroom; he allowed them before placing a hand in the air, at which point the cheering stopped. "After that, you are an army. And after that, an army group; after that, a platoon, and after that, a squad. You are never yourself. You must always be thinking of your comrades, who are fighting to keep your worthless heart beating a little longer. To abandon your comrades to fight on your own, to go off in a foolish attempt to look like a hero...that is worse than disrespect, that is worse than a lack of discipline...it is filthy, disgusting treason! Parusia does not need fools who dream too big of themselves to fight like a real soldier; a war hero never tries to be a war hero. If any of you right now are daydreaming of becoming known throughout Parusia for heroism in war, then get out of this class, because I can assure you right now that will never happen."

When class was ending, von Kellanay ordered the trainees into a formation that only those who had studied knew; a few students, utterly bewildered, endured the harsh whip of von Kellanay's angry voice before being forced to remain a little longer after the rest (those who complained they would be late to their next class got only this from von Kellanay: "If you are, then you can tell your teachers it is because you are not even fit to remember a single formation!")

Vincent, meanwhile, shrugged nonchalantly at Lilia's comment, covering the internal turmoil with his well-practiced grin. Nevertheless, he could not help but ask. "So you really feel different from a human being? Don't you think that by losing our humanity...maybe steamborgs lose more than they gain?"

Ashley made his way down to where the weapons and shooting classes would be held. He had more or less remained unnoticed for the beginning of the day, one of a couple hundred students going about their business at the school. He had no trouble fitting in, it wasn't that hard for him really. "Yes sir, no sir, I will find out sir." Salute here, stand here, do this, don't do that. He was getting his bearings about him but there wasn't much to do outside of exactly what he was told to do.

He had only been slightly nervous about being sent into the heart of the enemy, he had calmed the nerve easily though. After all many of the students were just as new to this school as he was, all he cared about for now was learning. He had decided that the surest way to survive being a spy was to not be a spy, and so thats exactly what he did. He didn't care who was teaching him, he only cared that he was learning, the lessons were valuable either way. He was actually greatly looking forward to learning under Von Kellanay, a hero, a brilliant man. Ashley knew people back home who called him quite the opposite, but it was foolish to deny the truth, and the chance to learn from such a man was almost in itself worth the risk.

He fell in behind a couple of students who were making their way to the weapons class, taking in the sights and atmosphere of the school.

Alex knew the orders and followed them without much problem he was able to leave on time and arrived in his first favorite class shooting he felt his two guns and smiled he couldn't wait to let off a few rounds he enjoyed shooting he was top of his class any gun given to him he is able to fire with dead on accuracy." he entered the class and saw he other teacher she was attractive but he knew she was a stemborg he researched about his teachers before he even meets them so he wouldn't be suprised if anything does happen. He sat down in the back and everyone sat a desk or so away from him because he was every teachers least favorite he didn't mind he works well when in groups and even better alone.