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Duke Macentire

Life long grease monkey

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a character in “Gundam Pilot Academy - Elite Class”, as played by SSJHunterKiller

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Name: Duke Macentire
Age: 18
Rank: Second Lieutenant
Regiment: Phire

Appearance: Duke is a slightly skinny guy but a bit muscular from working with heavy machine parts. Light brown hair that is never kept in any sort of style unless required by some forced social occasion, otherwise is always unruly and rarely without some sort of grease or oil in it. Whenever he has to option his clothing is almost the perfect picture of mechanic, almost like he doesn’t want anyone without a clue as to what he does. A what used to be white sleeveless shirt but is now more of an off brown, slightly baggy pants layered in stains of grease, oil and the occasional blood spot from carelessness. Topped off with thick boots, a pair of working gloves, a tool belt that almost never leaves his side and goggles that are usually dangling from around his neck.

Bio: Duke was originally born on a colony, though he has no clue which one. He was raised in an orphanage until he was adopted by a older man, which Duke eventually came to just call “Grandpa”. The pair of them spent their lives traveling from one colony to the next or to various shops to assist in repairs. It was from him that Duke learned the working of just about every type of machine he could. He was taught that the machines were the heart and the life of a colony, that they were the most important things in colony life. Unfortunately, that didn’t leave much room of social skills, which Duke lacks, but makes up for by just avoiding situations when at all possible.

Duke is entering his second year and while probably the prized mechanic from his class, his desire to do basically nothing else left him towards the bottom of the class in grades.

So begins...

Duke Macentire's Story

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Character Portrait: Darius Hex Character Portrait: Solara Wytefire Character Portrait: Faith Blade Character Portrait: Duke Macentire Character Portrait: Aimée Verona Character Portrait: Michael Richardson Character Portrait: Alek Kruezmayr Character Portrait: Aria Schuyler-Von Drake
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Located between the Earth and the Earth Colonies is the Silentium Space Station, a neutral and heavily fortified sanctuary. As it has always been the base to launch the ship that would host the prestigious Gundam Pilot Academy, shuttles began to arrive from all across the known skies. This year, the magnificent Sylera Nox VI will be hosting the Academy. It boasts the most advanced technology and houses the system's most brilliant military minds to create the most efficient learning environment for its occupants.

Students boarding are to report to their regiment's dormitories to retrieve their room assignments, uniforms with embroidered last names and regiment patch, and a small yet highly technologically advanced communication device that can take the form of a watch or with the click of a button - a tablet.

The students have a 48 hour period to settle in before classes begin. Good luck and safe travels!

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As a Captain of the Phire regiment, Solara Wytefire was already suited up and settled into her dorm in her regiment's Captain's Quarters. She fastened the comm device onto her wrist with a click when it suddenly emitted a holographic projection in a conic shape before her as her deep violet eyes widened. It was the default AI's female voice and a default fabricated female figure that began to speak as it saluted her:

Salutations and welcome aboard the Sylera Nox IV. You have been chosen to be here today and have been carefully selected by the Board to represent the Gundam Pilot Academy. Please report to any of your regiment Captains to receive your room assignments. I am your comm device. You may access the settings at any moment to personalize me as you see fit. I am embedded with a map of the entire ship as well as a plethora of information that you may need, including your class schedules. After you check into your dormitories, please report to the Mess Hall for the Opening Ceremony.

With a wave goodbye, the default female AI visual disappeared. It was the fourth time Solara had heard that message. The strong metallic door to her dorm room slid shut behind her as her long brown hair speckled with golden tints swayed in syncopation with her movements. She smiled politely and saluted the other Phire Captains as she made her way to the Phire regiment's common area to aid any students with their room assignments. Homesickness was common, even as early as the first day, but Solara was not phased by it. She had to learn how to detach herself from strong emotional connections, especially with her family, as a young child being raised in a broken home.

As a result Solara often found solitude buried in her work. If she wasn't building something she was fixing something. If she wasn't fixing something she was disassembling something to put it together again. If it weren't for her following orders as a Captain, she would be in the hangar at the present moment.

"Captain's duties..." she whispers to herself with a shrug as she awaits the arrival of her regiment mates.

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General Hex stood with his son, fourth year Fayt Second Lieutenant Darius Hex, on the bridge with entrance hall closed off by the Major General’s personal security. He and Darius stood in a relaxed military stance with Darius behind and to the right of his father. Darius would lose himself as he stared out the main viewing window into the depths of space.

“I know it’s not how you wanted to start the school year…” General Hex said, breaking the silence, but couldn’t finish the sentence.

He grinned slightly as he realized this was the first time he’d been at a loss for words. He always had something ready to say, but
was careful with every word. He knew his son was hurting as he was and not a word of comfort would help.

“Officer on the deck!” A lieutenant called as the entrance doors slid open, revealing the Major General.

Darius’ mind forced away his somber face as the Major General stood before him and his father. He stood tall in uniform with metals clearly showing his seasoned war status. He had a wrinkled and scarred face and was a grey-haired yet balding man with a hearty grin as he firmly shook Darius' father's hand.

"What an honor it is to see you again, old friend!"

“My son and I couldn’t agree more, sir.”

“We are very fortunate to have this young man here with us,” The Major General said as he turned to Darius and shook his hand.

Darius grasped his hand with a firm, but formal grip, and replied, “I’m glad to be here sir.”

“I am certain you will make your father proud, young Lieutenant.”

“He already has.” General Hex added.

“You are a fourth year now," the Major General stated.

“Yes sir.”

“You are beginning your preparations for the Gundam Acquisition Exams soon.”

“Yes sir."

"I expect to see great things from you, young Lieutenant," the Major General grasps onto Darius' shoulder with a nod before turning to his father. "General Hex, your son is in good hands. I must be going now, we wouldn't want the Major General to be late to the Opening Ceremony now would we?" after another hearty chuckle and salute, he turned to leave.

General Hex and Darius proceeded to the Fayt Regiment where Darius’ sleeping quarters were located. Once there Darius saw his father’s lieutenants had already moved the luggage.

“Are you ready?”

“For school you mean?”

General Hex stepped close to his son, knowing he needed his father not a General, and said, “Listen, I know what you are going through. I am suffering as well. You cannot let this get to you. I have raised you to be stronger than this. You will push yourself beyond this. I know you can do it. When you graduate, I will be there to tell you that I knew you could do it. There are students from the Colonies down there, children whose parents and grandparents fought against us. They killed so many good men, men like your Uncle, my brother. Build the fire in your heart and push yourself beyond even your expectations. Cut pain from your mind and you are capable of anything.”

Darius grinned slightly, “You’ve always known what to say.”

“I am a General, it’s part of the job.”

“I have something for you.” General Hex said as he pulled a small object, wrapped in cloth, out of his pocket.

He placed it in Darius’ hand and watched him unwrap it. Sitting in the palm of his hand was a newly polished pin for his uniform representing the army his father commanded during the war.

“You restored it?”

“Your mother did.”

“When did you find it?”

“She never went back for it, Lieutenant Ferros was notified and retrieved it yesterday.”

Darius fit the pin on his uniform on the left side of his chest. It shined beautifully in the light and made Darius smile when he would look at it. He knew his father was right, the pain he felt would only distract him.

“Thank you father, I promi-“

“No need to make promises, let your actions be your words, son.”

“General Hex, Admiral Jarren is requesting you return to the fleet.” A young officer cut in.

“Thank you lieutenant.” General Hex nodded before turning back to Darius.

“Do your best son, this school will change you and mold you. Don’t resist, just make sure that whatever you do, do your best.”

“I will father.”

The General saluted to Darius who returned the salute before they shook hands. The General and his staff left Darius standing alone in his quarters. Darius knew this time he had to himself would be short-lived. Once he was in the academy there would always be ears listening, eyes watching, and mouths whispering. He was a general’s son and shared with his father a love for privacy. During the past years at the academy Darius found sparse times when he could let his formal demeanor drop, when he could let himself cry, fume, or whatever he needed. The Initiates would definitely be watching him as he was a Lieutenant now. With the embers of suffering still burning at him, he had to remind himself that he could not allow himself to become a loner. He had done so when he was a Second Lieutenant and it almost cost him his education.

“Smile, be friendly, and always make an effort to help others.” His mother’s words came to the front of his mind.

Darius wasted no time unpacking and organizing his room. When he was finished he got his tablet and continued playing the game he created. Each scenario he played was randomly generated in every way. This scenario was to save as many bases and cities as he could, with one gundam and twenty mobile suits he would place them accordingly to hold back the AI’s attack. The point of this scenario was about making decisions that would cause the player to decide who dies out of the people he tried to protect. Finishing the scenario he powers the tablet down and picks up ‘The Art of War’ to read another chapter. After a long time of reading, Darius puts the book down and leaves his quarters to find other students from Fayt. Darius ignores the AI device on his wrist playing the message it always did.

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Duke Macentire was barely off the shuttle before the airlock doors closed behind him. He sighed and stood there for a few minutes, slowly shaking his head. The old man had to take some time off a job in order to drop him off and neither was very happy about it, Duke because he had to leave the job and the old man because he always felt everything would go to hell if he wasn't there for every step of the project. Truth be told, Duke would have rather stayed with Grandpa working on the colony, but it was time to start school which meant far less time spent working with the machines than Duke would have liked.

"Two days. Maybe I can find something that I can work on until then. Doubtful."

He gave another forced sigh behind hefting his back over his shoulder and following the directions that a man and been trying to tell him for the last four minutes. To door to the common area slid open and Duke walked backwards in, yelling after someone.

"All I’m saying is you don’t need to replace it. Pull out the part and give it a good……….."

The last of his words were lost in a series of under the breath mumbles as whomever he was yelling at rounded a corner. He took a step back and let the doors close before him, studying how long it took them to close. He turned to see a girl standing in the common area, who he guessed was the Captain, he couldn’t think of any other reason why someone would be dressed up in the uniform already. He cleared his throat and looked around, trying to pretend that he hadn’t just been yelling at someone.

"So you’re Captain this yeah huh?"

It was a few seconds before he actually remembered why he was here and dropped his bag to the floor to give her a half hearted salute.

"Duke Macentire, reporting in, I guess sir…..uh, ma’am……….lady?"

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#, as written by Faithy
Aimée was perhaps unfortunately just like her mother. Sometime ago, Faith Blade was forced to attend an academy just like the one Aimée was currently heading towards. Of course, her mother ran into a bit of trouble though somehow she managed to graduate from the academy. Of course, she had no desire to continue in that line of eh, work, and so, she returned back to her home and eventually settled down with a new member of her fractured gang named Nathaniel Verona. They were married after a few months of courtship and a year or so later, little Aim’z popped her head out of her mom. She was quite healthy even considering the circumstances of the life her mother led while pregnant. Their joy was cut short when Nathanial was killed in a drive-by-shooting by an opposing gang. The same gang that had attacked Club Heaven and Hell and killed a ton of people, including Faith’s first love. Things kind of went downhill after that, and although Faith made sure that Aimée was completely cared for and kept safe, things were never cheerful like they had been for Aimée’s first five years. Ironically, that was around the same time Faith lost both her parents.

Lost in the thoughts of her past, Verona’s fingers gripped the shuttle seat she happened to be seated upon. She still hated this type of transportation, but didn’t really have much of a choice. Ironically, it was not her mother’s idea to send her to the Academy. Once again, the government thought they needed to step in and change whatever trajectory Aimée was heading down to something more of their liking. It was clear that the government still thought the Blade family was the worst thing they had ever discovered, and their love-hate relationship was pretty much just as strong as it had been with her mother. In fact, when they showed up at her doorstep in order to tell her she was going to an Academy like her mom, their conversation was completely identical to the one they had with Faith.

What do you mean I have to go to a Gundam Pilot Academy? That wasn’t for my mom and it’s definitely not for me. I refuse to go. If you send me, I’ll just disappear. I’m sneakier than my mother.”

”Yeah, we already heard that line from your mother. It didn’t work for her and it’s not going to work for you. If you do not go to this academy and better yourself, you are going to rot in a jail cell. That’s the path you’re going down. You’re just like your mother and we had to step into her life in order to make her better and we’re doing the same for you. This is for your own good. You have potential, you just need to apply yourself and realize you can make something of yourself. “

“If I do this… you will finally leave our family alone, right? That’s the only deal I will accept.”

”Ms. Verona, you know I cannot do that without permission from my boss. We’ll see how you do. However, if you get yourself into trouble, no one will be there to protect you. You’ll be on your own. Do you understand?”

“Otherwise, you’re going to use me like you did my mom and then keep bugging our family for your own whims.”


Unsure which was more ridiculous; the fact that she had gotten caught or the idea of going to some snooty academy, Veronia closed her Prussian eyes in order to block out everything going on around her. It wouldn’t be long before they reached the Sylera Nox VI. The idea of being somewhere that didn’t involve someone shooting at her appealed to her, but something told the teenager that the authority figures at the Academy would know exactly who she was or at least know who her mother was. Maybe the teachers that had her mom were retired already. One could hope, right? At least the students wouldn’t have a clue as to who she truly was although rooming with some uncouth female might put a damper on her illusion. She missed her family immensely and hoped they were doing well.

”We’re here. Disembark, now.”

“Uh huh. Try to gain a personality before I come back on the shuttle.”

Walking out of the shuttle, Aimée made her way through the crowd. It was difficult to maneuver through the people with her baggage, but it was doable. Grunting a little before shoving her way through the throng, the wanderer made her way towards the Nyte section. As she lugged her things, the lithe female scanned over her competition with distain. Rolling her eyes, she filed into line in order to gather her uniforms that had her last name on it in addition to the spiffy Nyte patch. The uniform wasn’t exactly her type of thing and more than likely, it would remain in her closet to collect dust. At the moment she was wearing a tight fitting, curve flattering strapless black dress that rested just barely below her thighs. Prodding at the uniforms distastefully, she picked up the communication device and grinned widely.

“Oooh, now this is more like it.”

Putting on the communication deal on her watch since it was in that form, the Nyte tossed the uniforms over her shoulder along with her baggage and glanced around for the room assignments. Immediately spotting the list, she grinned and walked over in order to figure out where she was supposed to go. It didn’t take long to find her name and room and she made her way to her home away from home. Once in her room, she sat her things on the bed opposite of the one she was claiming. Her roommate wasn’t around yet, which made her hopeful that she would be in a room alone. That would be absolutely fantastic. Sliding a few fingers through her ebony locks, she pushed the loose strands behind her ears. Sighing, she began to unpack her items, wondering what she was going to do for the next 48 hours.

“Maybe I should go cause some mischief. Nooo… probably too early to do anything naughty. Maybe I’ll go search out my captain or whatever. Or better yet, fabricate the captain stuff and pretend to be captain. No, that’s too much work.” Stepping out of her room, she headed down a corridor, deciding to explore the ship and see what hidey-holes she could locate. The more the better.

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"Duke Macentire, reporting in, I guess sir…..uh, ma’am……….lady?"

She raised an eyebrow before nodding at the Second Lieutenant, returning the salute. Her deep violet eyes summed him up from head to foot before she pressed a button on her watch as it converted into a tablet. Pulling up his file she spoke in a matter-of-factly manner, "Captain Wytefire is fine. Solara Wytefire. Phire Second Lieutenant Duke Macentire of the Earth Colonies."

She continued through the file, "Light brown hair. Body type, muscular build..."

Looking up at him now she addressed him directly, "I vaguely remember seeing you around last year. They call you the mechanical prodigy." She checked his file again before continuing, "But it seems that where you excel greatly in the subject of mechanics and engineering - you lack greatly in all other subjects." Beside her lay a table covered in alphabetically organized duffle bags. She grabbed the one with his name embroidered on it and tossed it to him as she motioned for him to follow.

"It seems like your marks in mechanics were so high that the Board was able to look past the other areas where...you fell short...and allow you to come back this year. It would also appear that your file has been flagged for 'At Risk' for Academic Probation. As your Captain, I would highly advise that you spend some more time in the other subjects. But rest assured, these things are not entirely...uncommon. We have an extensive network of First Lieutenants and Captains that are well versed in their field that are ready to help," she nodded reassuringly taking another good look at him.

"Did you just...come from the hangar?" she made a note of his greasy appearance before stopping in front of the heavy metal sliding doors that would open up to his room. "You may want to hit the showers and get suited up before the Opening Ceremony. You are, after all, getting officially sworn in as a Second Lieutenant," she smiled politely up at him.

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He dropped out of the salute almost before she started. This was just one of the things he hated, standing there like livestock while someone went through his records and evaluated him, usually telling him things he already knew and didn't especially want to hear again. And sure enough, he heard just what was he was expecting to hear.

"I vaguely remember seeing you around last year. They call you the mechanical prodigy. But it seems that where you excel greatly in the subject of mechanics and engineering - you lack greatly in all other subjects."

He scoffed and looked to the side to avoid any look she might give him.

"People talk, it doesn't mean anything. I just do what I can."

He caught the bag she tossed at him with one hand and slung it over his shoulder right before grabbing the small one he'd brought along with him and began following her. He sighed and rolled his eyes as they walked and she continued to go through his file.

"It seems like your marks in mechanics were so high that the Board was able to look past the other areas where...you fell short...and allow you to come back this year. It would also appear that your file has been flagged for 'At Risk' for Academic Probation. As your Captain, I would highly advise that you spend some more time in the other subjects. But rest assured, these things are not entirely...uncommon. We have an extensive network of First Lieutenants and Captains that are well versed in their field that are ready to help."

"See, Captain Wytefire, the thing is. I like machines, they like me. I'm here to learn and work on them, don't care much about the other stuff. Knowing which guy got killed in which year by which other guy ain't gonna help a grease monkey much, ya know?"

He took a quick peek inside the room as the doors opened.

"Did you just...come from the hangar? You may want to hit the showers and get suited up before the Opening Ceremony. You are, after all, getting officially sworn in as a Second Lieutenant."

"Yeah, gramps just dropped me off. Came right from a job replacing the servos on an entire colonial mining fleet. Lucky bastard is probably half way back to being there by now. Hey, uh Cap. Is there anyways we could just skip that whole official ceremony thing? I really don't care about it and frankly it's just a waste of time and resources so people who only put value on their lives based on rank can feel proud of themselves while thinking everyone there actually cares that they've got new bars"

There was an obvious tone of slight irritation in his voice at having to leave the project to come to a place where at certain times he wasn't allowed to work on things and more importantly, to him at least, a place where he would be required to be wearing a "fancy" uniform with penalties for getting it dirty. Trying to imagine a spotless mechanic was something he could never do, a clean mechanic was one that wasn't doing his job.

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Darius had gathered all the data that existed that would develop his wrist comm AI in the way he wanted-no, the way he felt he needed. He organized then compressed the information into a file before searching for who could help him. As he scrolled through the names, checking their grades, he found a student who would be perfect. It was Duke, a good friend of his, who he had known since they both started their first year here. He wasted no time heading to Phire Regiment's common area. Inside there were many familiar and unfamiliar faces, he had some friends in this regiment, but none of them had arrived yet it seemed. Then he recognized Duke across the room, there was only one student of Phire regiment that maintained a constant state uncleanliness.

Darius approached Duke from behind and teased, "You've already got grease on you and you've been here how long?"

Darius hoped Duke could help him, he had the data with him he just needed Duke to unlock his wrist comm. Although still in his black uniform, he felt better seeing Duke again.

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#, as written by Faithy
Completely bored, Aimée headed down the corridor, trying to figure out the layout of what was to be her home for the rest of the year. Maybe she could get kicked out in order to go home. No, that would probably make the government upset and they would probably toss her into jail. She might as well make the best of the situation, right? Sighing, she flicked her tongue against her teeth and turned the corner without truly paying attention to where it was she was heading. It probably didn’t matter until of course, she tried to get back to her room. Well, maybe by then she could just ask someone the way back to her room. So far there had been no hidey-holes found, which was a little concerning to her. The seventeen-year-old turned yet another corner and found herself face to face with nothing. Shouldn’t there be more people around? Did she miss a memo that stated that no one was allowed in the hallways?

“This is extremely lame. Time to do something fun.”

Too bad she had no idea what could be considered fun in a place like this. Spotting someone heading towards a certain direction, she decided to follow him. When he walked into a commons area that was almost identical to the Nyte’s area, she wondered if this was one of the other regiments. Well, duh, of course it was. Mentally smacking her stupid thoughts, Aimée decided to pretend like this was her regiment. It was easy to fake it since she was still wearing her civilian clothing and as long as they didn’t realize that she was wearing the communication device. Leaning against the wall, she watched the male in all black that she followed into the room head over and talk to another male that was quite greasy. Clearly, they were friends and she felt a pang of jealousness since she didn’t have that pleasure here.

Too bad this isn’t my regiment… there are people here unlike where I was at earlier…

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"I need you to 'fix' my wrist comm. The changes I want to make won't work on a locked model, needs to be jail broken you would say." Darius said to Duke.

Darius was aware of the girl who'd followed him, but was focused on his personal mission at the moment. He adjusted the collar of his dress black tunic and waited for Duke to respond. He wondered if the girl was going to approach him or if she was just stalking him. He always thought terrorists would come after him to get to his father, but it never happened. So he waited for both her and Duke, someone would talk eventually.

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#, as written by Faithy
Aimée wrinkled up her nose, trying to remain as incognito as possible. To appear to be part of the regiment, she crossed both arms against her chest and pretended to take interest in everything that she possibly could. There wasn’t a whole lot to see or do however, so instead, the lithe female focused once again upon the two males speaking nearby. What where they talking about? The one she followed seemed to be focused on his communication device and she had to fight to keep from looking at her own. Instead she glanced around for something to eat or drink. She was suddenly hungry and very thirsty.

Maybe I should go ask them if they have food or something…? I will just pretend that I’m new here and don’t know my way around, which is actually true, heh…

Pushing off against the wall, she made her way over towards the two, suddenly very shy. Rubbing her right arm nervously, Aimée cleared her throat and tried to keep from stammering. Why was she shy all of a sudden? This was absolutely out of character for her, but she supposed it was because she wasn’t around her family and friends. She hated being out in the middle of space without having anyone familiar around her. She was actually kind of hoping that she could have a bestie to get through the year with like her mom did with Aurora. Returning her attention back to the situation at hand, she tried to crack a smile, but failed miserably.

“I’m ummm… I’m new here. When’s grub?” Oh, fantastic…

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Darius turned to her and said, "Oh-Hi, are you from this regiment? I don't know when its time to eat, as you are probably aware, I'm not part of this regiment. What's your name?"

Darius brushed a wrinkle from his uniform sleeve. At close distance the ceremonial black uniform seemed incredibly unique. The uniform was part of the Earth Federation with small markings along the collar and sleeves representing his father's unit, army, his rank, but one who knew these patches, pins, and markings were designed for a solemn and grim occasion. Along the right side of his neck, resting on the collar, was a thin golden chain that held the locket under his tunic.

"What year are you?"

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#, as written by Faithy
It was obvious she was nervous when her fingers began to twirl her black strands and she stared hard at the floor near the two she had approached. Why was she acting this way? Her mother would be highly amused or maybe disappointed, Aimée wasn’t quite sure which would apply. Mentally whapping herself, the seventeen-year-old shifted her gaze back up to the one she was addressing and couldn’t help but show disappointment on her face when he indicated that he wasn’t sure when it was going to be time to eat. He also mentioned that he wasn’t part of the regiment that the other fellow was, which confused her a smidge. When he asked her name, she debated on giving an alias, but quickly decided that was a coward’s way out.

“My name is Aimée Verona and uhhh… I’m a first year; eerrrr, an initiate. My mom went to this school back in the day and well… here I am.”

She didn’t want to mention that the government was making her attend just like they made her mother, because frankly, it wasn’t any of his business. Instead she shoved both hands into her pocket and shrugged a little. She wasn’t sure what else she should say, but well, at least she was talking to him, right? Shifting her attention towards his uniform, she wondered what it stood for and if he was a teacher or something. No, he looked far too young to be a teacher, but weirder things had happened. Realizing she should ask him his name and stuff, Aimée ran a few fingers through her bangs, revealing Prussian blue eyes for a brief moment before the bangs dipped back into her eyes.

“So, what’s your name and what year are you? If you’re not in this regiment, why’re you here?”

Way to be nosy. Idiot… Why isn't the other fellow speaking. He needs to start so this isn't so awkward...

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Solara shifted her gaze across the room, nodding a polite greeting to the newcomers. She noticed a new student in formal attire and recognized the Earth Federation garb and tensed up a bit before turning back to Duke. The students seemed to be conversing on a matter that did not concern her so she tried to tune them out. Shifting her gaze once more she noticed a young woman with dark hair approach her regiment entrance and the other male greeting her. Solara gave her a short salute in greeting before her comm unit on her wrist began to blink red. All of their comm units were blinking. She quickly tapped on it and a holographic message in the form of the default AI began to speak,"All students and faculty please report to the Mess Hall as the Opening Ceremony will begin shortly. Repeat...All students..." she let it drift off as she nodded to the others. "We should get going, no?"

Fix it eh? Yeah I can do that. Just leave it with me, I’ll have it open for ya by tomorrow. Not sure why they bother making them like that. I’ll have a majority of them…..fixed…..by next month.
He shrugged and shook his head.
Whatever, it gives me something to do while I’m waiting to get back into the grease pit.
He noticed the girl standing off in the background, but didn’t pay her any mind. He didn’t know her and in his mind that meant she wasn’t important. He took a look at his own wrist comm unit just as the announcement for the Opening Ceremony came on. Duke sighed and swore under his breath.
So uh, Cap. I guess this means I actually have to go to the thing huh?

"Tomorrow?" Darius said with slight surprise as he turned back to Duke before continuing. It didn't take you even half that long. All I need you to do is unlock the comm, all the changes I can make myself." Darius held out his wrist device to Duke hoping he'd be able to.

Darius was aware of the message to the students, but was far more interested in getting his wrist comm unlocked.

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Michael Richardson looked around nervously. New sights, new sounds, new...everything, really. Long had he heard of the legends surrounding this academy, and, well, the pressure was on him to live up to them.

"Er, um, which way to the orientation room?" Mike nervously asked the nearby group, his test result printout still sealed. That was proof of his newbie status. Only newbies ever heeded the printed warning that only the instructors were allowed to break the seal.

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Fashionably late as always Aria had arrived on the station hours later than most of the students there via a private vessel of the Von Drake’s. There had been no tearful goodbye, or wishes of good luck. Actually there hadn’t been really a goodbye at all. When it came to actually having a relationship with her grandparents the teenage was blissfully apathetic. Deep down inside she was sure they had some sort of caring for her, but she wasn’t always sure she replicated any affection. More or less a girl of her station was simply biding her time between her turning eighteen, or the old folks finally kicking the bucket so her trust fund could finally kick in. Until then it was good ole’ military school just like her mother….friggin awesome…

So now? Well, now Aria was on her way to the “Opening Ceremony”, or at least attempting to find her way there. Thankfully she had gotten the hint to change into the form fitting regiment uniform. Her long, purple hair hung loosely around her face as she meandered down the halls simply making her way there. Luckily none of the other students had noticed exactly WHO the girl was, or at least yet. Tabloid scandal always followed her family even more since her mother’s disappearance. That and she’d rather not have another shower room incident like her former boarding school.

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"What regiment are ye in, kid?" a Captain cried out as he gave the newcomer a hearty pat on the shoulder. "There's the Nyte regiment, where they excel in their physical abilities. The Fayt regiment where they excel in military tactics, the strategists if you will. The Phire regiment who are expert mechanics. And then the Angel regiment, the medics of Gundam Pilot Academy. So which one are ye?"

Solara looked at the others and shrugged wondering herself if altering the comms was against regulation. She herself hacked into her own but was able to do so flawlessly and without leaving any sort of trace. She began making her way toward the doorway as her long brown hair followed closely behind her, swaying in syncopation with her movements. Waiting just outside her door, she decided to stay put and wait for the others to follow suit.

“Oh, if that’s all you want, I can do that right now.”
He took the offered wrist comm and popped open one of the multiple pouches on his belt and removed a pair of finely tipped tools. Duke put one into his mouth, gently closing his teeth around the handle and used the second one to quickly pop the top off of Darius wrist comm. He quickly switched the place of the tools, and used the second one to remove the restraining chip they had installed in all of the student comm devices.
“They don’t even bother properly installing these things, it’s not even a challenge. Just be a little careful, remember these things weren’t meant to be opened after the fact, so the casing is gonna be a little loose until you glue it or something.”
He put the second tool back into his pouch and clicked the face plate back onto the comm device. He handed the comm device back to Darius and looked over to Aimee with an expressionless gaze.
“I guess? You want me to just remove the chip or reset the entire thing? I can take the chip out right now, which will give you access to the full thing. Or I can keep it overnight and do a reset on the thing which will allow you to basically do whatever with it. But that means reinstalling everything you need to school, which I don’t do. So you’ll have to do that yourself or get one of the techy kids to do that. Just smile and flip your hair, I’m sure they’ll be more than happy to do it.”
Duke guessed that not saying he could skip the Opening Ceremonies was just as good as saying that he couldn’t, he plucked the first tool from his mouth and slipped it back into its place and clicked it shut.

FINALLY Darius thought to himself as he held his unlocked wrist comm. He smiled and said, "Thanks again, I owe you."

Darius turned back to Aimée and said, "It was nice meeting you, I must take my leave, I should get into my uniform before the ceremony."

Proper etiquette that had been hard wired into his head and forced him to take his time in leaving his classmates.

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“Alright, guess I’ll see you around…”

Nodding towards the male that had actually bothered to speak to her, she waved before returning her attention towards the other male student. She was a little irritated with him and what he was saying didn’t help a bit. Not only that, she quickly realized she was not in her uniform yet, which meant she had to return to her room and slip into it. Would she run into her potential roommate? She was still hoping that no one appeared, but lately her luck sucked.

"Just remove the chip, I guess. I don't want to take the time to have to install everything again. I'm not the flirting type, if you get my drift."

Narrowing her eyes, she removed the comm device from her wrist and handed it out towards the male. The ceremony could wait a few more minutes. She noted the brunette walking towards the door and shrugged towards the woman before returning her attention towards the grease monkey. She didn’t appreciate the way he seemed to insinuate that she was someone that used her good looks to get her way, because that was absolutely not true. In fact, it was probably the opposite for her, but no one ever bothered to actually get to know her to find out.

“So, will you jail break it?”

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Michael Richardson jumped as the Captain slapped him on the shoulder. "Uh, all the information is right here, s-sir," he stammered as he handed over his sealed test results.

"Oh, and could you tell me where the..." He suddenly stopped upon fixing his gaze on Aria. "Where...the...assembly hall is? I could change in the washroom..." Ah, young love.

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As she wandered, Aria caught sight of a group of students were just standing outside of one of the regiment rooms? Man, she really was directionless… Tilting her head to the side the girl decided she ought to swallow her pride and simply ask for directions rather than being lost. Besides she was sure none of them knew who she was right? Well, there was one kid staring at her, but he looked pretty harmless. Letting a sweet smile cross her lips the sixteen year old went to approach the others, “Sorry, I seem to be a little lost. Mind if I follow you guys to the ceremony?”

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"Ahh yer lookin' for the mess hall mate! It's just down that way past that bunch over there! Yea yer regiment info should be in there and when you get to yer regiment hall, they will tell ye where you'll be boardin'! Good luck mate!" The captain sent him off with another slap on the back.

Catching a glimpse of the male in the dark Earth Federation uniform she tenses up again but decides to call out to him, “Hey – what’s with the dark Federation get-up? Off to war, soldier?” she smiled using a light-hearted tone. His regiment hall was located between where they were and the mess hall so she began to walk toward that general direction.

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“Whatever.”

He took the comm device from her and repeated the simple process of removing the chip which he’d just done to Darius’ device, popping the front plate off, removing the chip and snapping the front plate back on.

“There ya go. Same deal goes, that’s not meant to come apart so make sure to glue it down or something otherwise ya might end up losing the front of it.”

He handed the comm device back to her. As soon as he handed her the device he stepped back and headed the opposite direction of the Opening Ceremonies, hoping that he could slip away unnoticed by anyone that would actually care about him missing the pointless thing.

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Aimée narrowed her eyes at the dickish nature of the individual breaking her communication device. Sure, he was doing it for her without asking for anything in return, but his mannerisms were worse than a bedside doctor. When he handed it back and mentioned something about gluing down the front, she only nodded and watched him walk away. Sure, she was supposed to go get her uniform on and go to the opening ceremony, but she was far too pissed off to do that at the moment. She briefly acknowledged the girl who had come up on the group, nodding towards her before stalking off after the greasemonkey. As she walked, she put the watch back on and mentally reminded herself to get some glue later.

“Hey, dick! Yeah, you, greasemonkey dickface! Who the HELL taught you manners? Whoever it was, sucked at their job! You’re a rude dick and well, I don’t appreciate being treated so poorly! Thanks for doing my watch, but you’re still a dickface!”

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"Ah, oh yes, how silly of me," Mike said, totally red in the face from the embarrassment and from the newfound crush. "I'll be right there. Thanks a bunch, sir!" He didn't run towards the assembly, though, but to the washroom to change into his ceremonial garb. The outfit showed off some of his muscle curves, and he seemed to be walking taller just from wearing it.