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The Colonial Naval Academy

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Original GWing Storyline, now AC 202.

The Colonial Naval Academy

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Ralph S. Patton on Mon Apr 24, 2006 9:20 pm

Nestled away in the civilian region of Lagrange Colony 05 sat a large and sprawling campus. Sprawling for acres, the campus contained five massive buildings.

To the west of the campus' focal point resided a large brick building, painted a solid wash black with the slightest hint of gold on the doorhandles and windowframes: The Academic Hall. This building contained four large lecture halls, as well as several smaller rooms, some containing labratories, some plain old classrooms.

To the east of the campus' center sat a building identical to the Academic Hall, but the interior was vastly different. the entire southern half was one large, tiered hall, each tier containing a dozen simulation cockpits. The northern half was littered with classrooms, most of which contained diagrams of various components of a mobile suit. This was the Piloting Hall.

To the northeast sat the student dormitories. This building was similar in color to the other two, but each floor had a dozen balconies; one to each student's room. The building had four floors, all with a dozen rooms, save for the bottom floor. This only had six, to make room for a small pool hall/rec room/snack lounge.

Northwest of this focal point sat a much smaller building, looking almost perfectly like a miniature version of the Dorm. This was the Administration Residence, which was only two floors and contained a scant ten rooms; five to each floor, and significantly larger than the students' rooms.

To the north sat the largest of the buildings. Six floors high, it contained nearly twenty large rooms. On the first floor were all the public relations areas: enrollment, complaints, etc. Each floor above this contained four large rooms, the offices and experimental quarters of the school's staff. This was the Administration building.

Northward of all of these buildings sat a 20-acre stretch of square land, packed with trees, rivers both man-made and natural, ravines, hills, and a number of other rough terrain. Dotted amongst this were obvious man-made structures: barracks, towers, blinds, and various components of obstacle courses. These were the Combat Grounds.

To the south of all this was a small stretch of land. Completely flat, dotted with trees and fountains, with a straight white path running through the middle, connecting the campus to the rest of the colony.

In the center of all this, where paths from every building met and exchanged, sat a massive golden statue. It depicted a giant of a man wearing a duster swaying in an imaginary wind, and a rugged-looking cowboy hat. At the base of this statue, etched in black lettering, were the words,
"In Memory of Kaden Masata, Fallen Soldier of Lagrange Colony L05."

This was the Colonial Naval Academy.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Ralph S. Patton on Mon Apr 24, 2006 9:35 pm

Ralph Patton sat calmly at his desk in the Administration building, gazing at nothing in general. His mind had wandered off to play in the land of things to come, and the things that were. He smiled softly in the dim light of his office at the images of students graduating from the Academy. He was still somewhat numb from the shock Aerax Baeradon, L04's security chief, and Tersan Coreset had delivered in the form of a job offering a few weeks ago. They had requested him, the principal of a backwater high school, to lead the colonies' first military academy.

In Tersan's words, "One of the two of us, having been put in charge of the colonies' educational program, heading the college would undermine the other's authority."

In Aerax's words, "We don't know shit about runnin' a school, so it wouldn't benefit much for one of us to try it."

The two of them, as far as he knew, were either in their respective quarters or out amidst the colonists, spreading the word and handing out invitations. The two of them seemed to be in love with their posts, and why not? Why teach if you don't harbor love for passing on information?

He smiled just a bit wider as he leaned far back in his seat, popping his knuckles and stretching his muscles. He just couldn't wait to start term.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Mana Sayuri on Fri Jan 19, 2007 8:24 am

Ryu ran frantically out of her dorm. It was the first day aand she was already going to be late.
"Please let me get there on time!," She prayed. "Please oh please!"
She forced her legs to move faster. But as she turned the corner, she ran into someone, knocking the both of them down.
"I'm sorry!," She said. Through the papers flying about, she couldnt see who she had bumped into. She tried as best as she could to help the person collect the papers. That's when she saw who it was. Ralph Patton.
Music exspresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.
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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Juka Dales on Wed Feb 21, 2007 5:31 pm

Juka ran like the hound's of hell were nipping at his heal's. ' and
they might just be.' he thought. he had gotten the impression that
the head instructor was not one to cross.
and certinly not on the first day!.

he ran harder, he had to be there on time, he saw a girl come running at full tilt the oppisit direction " Whoa!" he shouted trying to get out of the way.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Ryand-Smith on Sat Apr 14, 2007 9:45 pm

The an had walked on the campus, sighing as he looked up at the walls of the colony as he muttered “Got a job, had to move, keep the ship here, on a colony…� As he walked towards the hall he read the letter which had arrived on his mailbox several days ago

Hello Mr. Uchnos Keten. We at the Colonial Naval Academy have read our transcript, and we have seen your war record,. We feel that you would be perfect for the position of
Assistant Professor in the field of Capitol Ship Navigation. Please report to the Administration office ASAP

After receiving that letter, he set off and had the Export-D head towards the L-5 Colonies, the ship journey an old fashioned trip. Uchnos insisted on doing things the old fashioned way, with his minicomputer only for the transition between suborbital and proper free flight. His slide rule was quiet as it told him the best way to fly through the blackness of space, the journey’s calculations taking about 5 minuets He then started the ship and headed towards L5, the ships temporary chemical rockets pushing it through the atmosphere towards the L-5 point in space. After 4 days he had arrived at L-5, the shipyard ordering his ship to a long term lot. He quickly waited to be shuttled towards the campus, and as he was he thought “Man work is going to be fun…�

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