Snippet #2770095

Jack sat at the head of his table, still half asleep, anticipating his future cup of coffee. It was too goddamn early. No it's not. He just liked to complain to himself. The fact that he wasn't too fond of Triton wasn't exactly hidden, so there wasn't much point in presenting any form of false motivation to make himself look better. As long as he continuously excelled at his academics and military classes no one could touch him. He was among one of the first into the mess hall, not really being one to socialize on his way down. Sometimes he was just not in the mood for people, especially some of his super ready to go classmates.

It was Jack's opinion that there was something inherently wrong with the world, especially this one, and for some reason no one else seemed to notice but him. For instance, he was, at this point, aware of the fact that something was put into their food to do something to them, remove his sexual drive, for instance, and while he chemically and physiologically did not desire for any form of sexual interaction, he was psychologically aware of the fact that he was unable to feel those emotions, and that, in a weird sort of way, pissed him off. Of course he understood the point, that such emotions would cause unrest and problems and virtually tear apart unit togetherness and ability within the training companies, but at the same time he did not like anyone tampering with his body.

There wasn't much point in these thoughts though. It's not like there was anything to gain from them. It was just something to think about. If no one else would, he figured he might as well. Jack started to massage the back of his neck with his right hand, keeping his eyes closed, hoping that maybe when he opened them it would be the end of the day already. Nope. There was coffee though, and people had began to fill up the mess hall pretty quick.

One of the main things that annoyed him was the fact that there wasn't much to differentiate the days here. Today he would work out, go to class, exercise again, eat lunch and dinner, shower, and go to bed, and then tomorrow would be almost identical, just with different classes and maybe a different type of work out. The concept of time meant nothing around here. The only time change came was during the military games, which he loved, and looked forward too. This year he was extra excited about them considering he was now in a command position within the company, so much of the responsibility of the cadets success or failure depended on him. The idea even made him grin a bit.

Despite his dislike of the academy itself, Jack still felt a grand loyalty to his company. So much time spent in one company will do that to you. And so now that he was a high ranking cadet his desire to see the company victorious was even greater. This year he knew he they had a good shot, too. With himself leading any form of infantry type games, and Aiden taking charge of the pilots and above land warfare, there were few companies that could stand a chance. He also had complete faith in the younger ACATS. The plebes still had time to prove themselves, so there was no reason to doubt them either. All in all, Jack didn't just feel loyalty, but also complete confidence in Echo.