Futuristic Cypress Collegium

[The One Eyed Bandit]

After her little talk with the teacher, which as usual, hadn't gone as well as she would have hoped, it ending in him shooting out criticisms and asking her several questions, which she of course didn't know the answers to, making her look like just as much of a blithering idiot as she usually did when she spoke with strangers, with one of the only questions she'd been able to answer begin what she fought with, and not that she could tell his reaction, but she assumed her statement of her fists and feet beings the only things she really knew how to competently do combat with hadn't left the best impression on her instructor.


She wasn't sure about her roommates either, one hadn't had the courtesy to show up that night, or she'd just both arrived late and left early, either way her knowledge of them was a blank slate, and the other was an older student, so talking to her was a little awkward to say the least, but she'd managed to fish out the information that they shared the same classes so at least she had that going for her. But... She guessed things could be worse... At least her roommates, well, the one she'd met, hadn't turned out to be assholes, or a guy, that would have been awkward as hell to get sorted out wouldn't it? But now wasn't the time, even if her constant mental complaints were to the contrary, for her to be focusing all the stuff she didn't like about this place, now was the time... for her to get her lazy ass out of bed, and go to class.


After going through her morning routine such as, brushing her teeth, doing her hair and locking the bathroom door to reapply her make-up, Illya set out to her first class, simply named Combat, and surprisingly managed to make it there without getting lost, or even needing a guide, which she considered far more of a feat than she probably should have, and was soon within the classroom, which was still rather empty, and chose a spot and waiting, leaning against the wall while she wondered what kind of fighters her classmates would be.

 

[Shura]

Jade muttered a morning greeting out of habit as Dylan walked passed him only partially hearing his comment. "Mhmm..." she hummed softly fingers still tracing along the screens. She blinked as her view was obscured by a bag and snapped out of her thoughts. She looked up then back to the bag. "Thank you..." She muttered before carefully pulling pulling out the biscuit and unwrapping it much like a surgeon would unwrap medical tools making sure everything stayed with in the confines of the wrapper. Drums and dust were a dangerous thing she she always took care not have any stray from the wrapper barrier.


In her glance to Dylan she noticed shadows beneath his eyes and looking fairly tired. "Hm it seems you didn't sleep much last night as well. Did you make any progress on EVA?" She questioned before looking back to the diagrams making a few notes along the side of some stuff she had missed the night before a pen in one hand and breakfast in the other. She was very excited for the chance to make the advancements to lightning. All signs point to the Suit benefiting overall from the switch becoming lighter, much faster, quieter and use less power which meant more could be directed to other functions. Now it was just a question of getting the actual suit, hopefully it would be today.


@Der Kojote

 

[Darksoul90]

No freaking way, this has GOT to be a joke! Was the thought that ran through Aiden's mind all night. What was bothering him was not that the elevator boy; Dylan to be exact, was actually his roommate, but the furry- no, Basitin was also his roommate. What was so horrifying about the Basitin, other than the fact that his species are extremely aggressive, was the sight he saw when walking back into the room after eating lunch. The guy was sharpening his blades, and cleaning his guns! And the yellow eyes in the night... It felt like living with a serial killer.


If Aiden and his fellow roommate, Dylan, didn't have anything to be scared of in Pandora, then now they had something, or rather someone, to be afraid of. And boy does he give Aiden the chills...


After finishing up with getting ready for class, he stared back at the Basitin one last time before leaving to Combat class. He was unsure if he should wake the guy up or not, mostly because he doesn't know if he'll lose another eye in the process. Shrugging it off, and saluting the sleeping furry creature, Aiden walked off to class. Upon arriving to Combat class, he noticed right off the bat that the room was deserted. Well, almost. It's only occupant was the Devian girl, Illyasviel.


"Fancy seeing you again, Illyasviel." Aiden said with a smile and a slight bow as he walked over to his spot, which was near the center of the class, but close enough for him to be able to talk to Illy. There would probably be assigned seats anyways, so Aiden didn't want to get too comfortable. "So how was your first day?"

 

[Der Kojote]

Dylan yawned as he took his place at his station, "I'll start with the subject that'll interest you first. Scrapper MK.1's code is complete, Arach finished checking and replicating it, I added a few more lines of code in, again same process, now begins arguably the more fun aspect of replacing the armor, just need to get my hands on that pallet of flex steel, Machining the armor plates after that would be a breeze. Actual tool, and not some salvaged set. Just need to get through this year, and I never have to go back again."


He suppressed another yawn that served as a perfect segway into the other question jade had asked. "As for the reason I look like the walking dead...well...You remember Hunter? Umm Alien that had the love of guns? The sword that didn't work? Yeah, I'm rooming with him and another person named Aiden. No problems with Aiden seems alright but hunter..." He shuddered, "Aiden came back to the room, and told me he found hunter polishing and sharpening his knives, cleaning his guns...that set the tone...for the rest of the day. Then night came. You know that look you give when someone insults or damages your tech? The one where you actually seem capable of killing someone? yeaaaaah that was all night from him. Two gleaming gold eyes in the dark void that was our room. He. Never. Blinked. Not once."

 

[The One Eyed Bandit]

Illya smiled as Aiden entered the room, giving a small wave in response to his greeting, and thinking over how her day had gone after her little run in with Mr.Carell. She'd mostly gone around, trying to see as much of the place as possible, doing what she did best and making a fool of herself by bowing to everyone she spoke to, which she supposed was his fault, though she probably should have figured out what she was doing wasn't exactly the norm with all the weird looks she was getting, but, genius she was, she just passed it off as people being awkward until someone directly told her that she did need to go around bowing to everyone, and at that point she just retreated to her room out of embarrassment, and had stayed there until the morning. So, to sum it up... Her first day had gone... Surprisingly well.


She knew that for most people, that would be considered an outright disaster, but with the catch-up school she went to after getting off Munov she'd gone and done some far stupider things on her first day, among which was attacking a teacher, as she was still having some... issues... adjusting from the patented and proven Munov lifestyle at the time. So yeah, in comparison to that train-wreck, her day went surprisingly well.


"Surprisingly well actually, I met one of the teachers, Mr.Carell I think? And had a little chat with him, though it was more him criticizing me than an actual conversation, and met one of my roommates, and she was nice enough... So yeah, pretty well" She said rapidly, her awkwardness from the previous day having been mostly washed away, unloading most of her thoughts onto Aidan, leaving out the parts about her little bowing spree, before following up his question with her own, figuring it would be impolite to just leave it at that.


"What about you? I mean, I know it's not your first day, but how were your roommates or whatever, anything new from last year?"

 

[Shura]

"Hm I believe were getting the suits already constructed. Should make everything much easier." She muttered finishing the last of the breakfast, wrapping everything up and depositing it into the bag leaving the work surface as clean as before. "I would have back up alternate codes... new suits are always finicky with old coding." she advised glancing over then back to her screen. She glanced at the time seeing it was nearly time for class to start and sighed. She only partly payed attention to Dylans room mate troubles finding it fairly trivial.


"Three years I rarely spent any time in the Dorms, waste of time and opens your self up to bothersome drama of others." She muttered "As for... Hunter is it? He's a soldier isn't he? It shouldn't be much of a surprise to have such an affinity for weapons. Proper maintenance is very important." She informed seeing no issue with the furry one. "The race seems have some kind of animal base perhaps it hasn't evolved from primal nature. Establishing territory is very important to some species, some urinate other intimidate. Challenge him for superiority, not very advisable considering any kind of fighting with call for droid intervention. Or submit and avoid conflict, perhaps showing your abdomen will help." She muttered.


@Der Kojote @The Kaosophile (In reference)

 

[Darksoul90]

Feeling glad to hear that Illyasviel's day wasn't a regretful one, Aiden simply nodded. "I'm honestly happy to hear that. The first day can always be a little rough." He said, softly scratching the back of his head. His first time here way back then was not very... fun. Mostly because of how lost he had felt at the time. But thankfully that was all behind him.


Then she suddenly asked about how his roommates was, and he couldn't help but to shudder at the thought of Hunter. "Well, as far as roommates goes, I have mixed feelings. One guy, Dylan, is actually pretty cool. Nothing bad going on with him. He's an engineer, too. As for our other roommate... His name his Hunter, he's a Basitin; which, I wouldn't be surprised if you haven't heard of his species before considering the amount of useless data we have on them..." Aiden stopped real quick, and then sighed.


"The thing with him is, it's like if he wants to kill Dylan and I. I haven't been able to get much sleep at all because of his death-stare, either..." Aiden trailed off as he rubbed his tired eyes for a second, and stared back at Illyasviel. "It's okay, though. Aside from that, lunch was good, and I got to talk to someone that started their education here the same year as I did. She was pretty nice, actually." He finished, then looked over to the door. He knew that Erika was the soldier type -of course,- so she should have this class, if anything. Hunter, though, will probably have the same class as well. Aiden gulped, and turned his view back to Illyasviel.


"If I remember correctly, this Friday we'll be heading back down to Pandora. Are you prepared for that?"

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

ENGINEERING

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Feitro Absolanz & Amalia Calixis


Amalia was the first to step up in front of the large class. Fei was leaning against a wall at the back of the classroom with Cryx roaming around him. "Alright, welcome to Cypress. My name is Amalia Calixis, for everyone who didn't come and introduce themselves yesterday. You are all here because you've chosen to become the empire's finest engineers, and if you pay attention and listen to us, that road will be easy for you." She introduced herself with a smile. "Here in engineering we will go over the basics of Metaphysics, Cryology, Psiology, Psionic Engineering, Chronofacturum, Archphysics, Nanoefficiency...." The list went on for quite some time, and she ended it with "So remember to study!"


This speech clearly didn't have anyone's interest very piqued. The premise of studying every hour for the coming three years appealed to very few. That's when Fei stepped up. "I'd assume that you all regret the decision of coming or coming back here now. That's why I need you all to remember that everything around you" he indicated the entire room with his arms "was created by engineers. The soldiers may have incredible training, and you'll never be able to catch up to them in physical progress and expertise, but without you, they'd be nothing. Every cybernetic, every weapon, every piece of technology that they'll ever touch, will be made by engineers. Engineers like yourselves." He turned around, and then added "Also the pay is nice." He walked back to the desk and snapped his fingers. A holo screen appeared mid air in front of the class, showing off incredible technological advances and shows.


"None of this would ever have been possible without hard-working engineers. Every little piece put together to make any of these things probably took months to finish, and you'll never be appreciated for doing that work. But you're needed. You're the very foundation of the empire, and without you on our front to make sure we stay ahead of any other alien empire out there, we're lost."


Amalia stepped up in front of him, and continued "So that's why we need you. But now let's start the lesson, shall we?" The holoscreen flickered and finally disappeared. Amalia pointed towards a group of man-sized puppets made out of the most efficient regenerative metals. Mostly so that they wouldn't have to replace them all the time. "I want you all to get in lines and attack those dolls with a single cybernetic you've got implanted into you. If you don't have any implants, just stay in your seat. All architecti level students go first, and fill out the forms that were just downloaded onto your dataslates regarding whether you want to be an Academican or a Machinator."


(Done quite hastily, sorry. I'll post the combat one.... Later....)

 

[Shura]

Jade sighed as class begun and closed out everything she was working out, more out of respect than interest. She held both professors in high regard for what they have been able to accomplish but found first day classes to be more of a bother. Though she did appreciate Fie speech on the importance of Engineers. Her dataslate glowed faintly alerting that something had been downloaded and started to fill out the required form with the standard information choosing the route Machinator. The file was sent back in return before she set the slate off to the side once more.


She waited to see if anyone was going to volunteer to go first there as usual there was a hesitance, the fact that higher ranked students had to go first was just a bothersome stipulation. After a few seconds Jade rose to join one of the lines antsy to just get back to her work. Her cybernetics weren't exactly combat specific but one had multiple functions. She glance around spotting some scrap metal that was usually set aside to be recycled or used for experiments. Activating her Telekinetic cybernetics and focused in on a few smaller bits. Then with a slight tilt of her head sent the sharp scraps plunging into of the dummies hitting the vital points of neck, head and heart. Since the the bits of metal were sharp they were plunged deep into the strange spongy metal.


Reasoning that she had completed her portion of class participation Jade returned the scraps to their rightful place then returned to her work station to allow the next person to demonstrate. She sighed pulling up her schematics again and went back to work.

 

[Der Kojote]

Show my abdomen Christ Jade you have no grasp on social conventions, He'd known her for two years, and he was pretty sure that he might have just been dealing with a robot this whole time, he was fairly certain that he'd had deeper conversations with Arach then with Jade. The little robot may have only had rudimentary AI, but it at least seemed to show some form of emotion. Happily skittering around if Dylan came back if it was left alone, hiding when threatened. It felt like it was alive. Though he quickly had to quit his mental tirade when the teachers came in.


He already had made his mind up about Fei, snarky asshole yes, but incredibly talented snarky asshole who deserved your respect. When it came to Amilia, nothing but respect. besides being able to fix flesh and bone, as well as metal and wiring. The woman could make anything she was piloting dance. He listened on her speech, his implant recording every category, committing it to memory. That was one of the benefits of him implant it may have cost him 6 years and a wasted childhood, but it had always been his best purchase. He listened through Fei's praise of the engineering trade, it was true. Sure soldiers may use the tech, but they were the ones that made the tech.


Though the assignment made him sigh mentally, he didn't have anything offensive. sure he could fabricate a pistol, but that'd take a minute or two. and he could attack it with his brains, he was smarter not telekinetic. He instead remained seated. Silently cursing that fact. He looked at the data slate in front of him. Academican definitely. I've spent my whole life digging through the scraps of the past to make something grand. I've spent my whole life looking at junk...lets look at something new...something glorious.

 

[AshenLily]

The first day passed rather quickly for Erika. In fact, she barely remembered any of it, apart from her conversation with Aiden. As she awoke the following day, she took care to get ready rather quietly. She wasn't sure if her roommate was still in the room or not, but either way, didn't relish the idea of potentially creating a difficult living situation. Erika quickly dressed and left the room. She was up quite early, and took to wandering the halls of Cypress for approximately an hour, before realizing it was nearly time for class.


As she entered the Combat room, Erika noticed there were already a few other students in the room. There was Aiden, and a few other students she didn't quite recognize. Though she'd awkwardly ended the conversation with Aiden the previous day, at least she knew him, to some degree. Sitting down, she turned, and gave a short nod of acknowledgement to Aiden, followed by "hey." Her mind currently preoccupied with more pressing matters.


Truth be told, Erika was anxious to go back to Pandora. The planet, while at times utterly terrifying, was a breath of fresh air (quite literally, actually). The creatures on the planet posed a greater challenge than anything Erika had ever been subjected to in any of her classes, or training exercises. It made her feel alive. In addition to that, now that they were going to be participating in the Grand Duels, Erika likely had an even greater challenge ahead of her. The thought both excited her, and scared her.


Regardless, Erika was happy to be back at Cypress. And, more specifically, in Combat class, right now.

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

COMBAT

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Elliott Carell & Septimus River


(@xx0mittens0xx @Godman873 I hope that was everyone. Sorry I didn't to that with engineering)


Elliott sat with his legs crossed, again, on a short stage in the corner of the dojo. Once again, it must look like he was meditating, but fact is he was still calibrating his latest hearing cybernetic. Not that anyone would know that. Behind him stood Septimus with his arms crossed, giving Elliott a bothered look. The students massed into the dojo, and took their places.


Eventually, Septimus did an overexaggerated cough, and Elliott sighed deeply. "Please, prof. Carell. You're going to have to start the lesson." Elliott grunted. It did not seem like he actually wanted to talk to the large class in front of him. He stood up, and walked off the stage, stood in front of the large group, and crossed his arms. He spent a moment looking over every student, sighed again, and finally said "I think you'll do fine."


After that he started pacing back and forth. "You're here to be taught how to fight. I don't care what your motives are. Sometimes people want to do bad things for a profit. Sometimes people do good things for recognition. This does not matter here. Here we are all equals, solely judged by our fighting expertise. So..." He took a pause, and turned towards the class. "Whether you're here so you can protect what you love and hold dear, or whether you're here so you can throw children in front of trains, don't involve me. Are we clear?"


He took another pause to let it sink in. "Don't believe for a moment that battle is always glorious. Battles are dangerous, filthy, stinking occurrences. You should all be happy if you don't have to be part of a big one." There was no hint of emotion in his tone, but the way he said it lead some to believe he had done some things he regretted.


"Either way. We'll get today's lesson underway now. Let's start with something fun. An evaluation. You will all work together to try and land a hit on..." He was about to point at himself, but at the last moment moved and pointed at Septimus. "Sept. Just a single hit, no trying to kill each other here."


Septimus looked upset, and responded "Elliott! Why are you bringing me into this?" The corners of Elliott's mouth shifted slightly upwards, into the closest thing to a smile you'd ever see from the man. "You're a student too, you know. Get educated, and help the younger ones."


Septimus sighed resigningly, and then assumed a ready stance. "Very well, you can go ahead."

 

[Dapper Bunny]

Spoiler

After the meet and greet with Indonea, Kane gladly showed her around to the different classes and hallways throughout the Collegium. As the lunch bell sounded, Kane and possibly the others went to eat and further talk about themselves and possible future thoughts about Cypress Collegium. A short while later, Kane returned to his dorm (Possibly meeting Ikreth?) Kane after unpacking, getting his dataslate took a small box from his back and injected himself with his medicine. Nothing majorly intereting happened afterward for Kane he studied a bit and finally went to sleep. Next day he prepared himself with his daily routine, a prayer to the spirits of machines and the Antiquarian, he ate breakfast and made his morning exercise. Shortly afterward he arrived to the engineering classroom.


Kane looked around. He was lucky to get there just a few minutes before Amalia started her introduction speech. Both Amalia and Fei were great teachers and masters of engineering, but at the same time, the two were so different. Amalia was compassionate and always helped. Fei while not completetly evil, he certainly made sure to thoughen up every student. Kane was no different, being one of the rarer alien species made him a subject of bullying and confusion in his early years of the Collegium. Still he survived thanks to Fei and Amalia's teachings. And of course his own wits and survival instincts.


Kane noticed the blue light from his dataslate, he looked around before filling out the form. "Though choice for many, isn't it?" He said to no one. Kane finished the form, choosing the line of Machinator. He looked up and watched as Jade brutally used her cybernetics on the dummy. "Note to self, don't leave small scraps around when she gets angry." He chuckled a bit before standing up himself. Sure he didn't really have anything flashy or powerful, but his robotic hand did have a concentrated plasma fire, mainly for building and repairing but Kane didn't want to leave himself completetly weak, atleast back in the years. Now he had the experience and knowledge to survive, or atleast have an better attempt.


Kane stood in front of the puppet. He took his left glove off and moved the fake hand. A mistake and failure on my part, a scar to remember that this Collegium is not a vacation and that Pandora is not a nice little planet. Kane moved foward quickly hitting the puppet infront of him with a palm strike, right as his hand reached it the plasma spewed out of the hand, engulfing the puppet's head in matter of seconds. It was short lived though as the teachers mentioned, regenerative metals.


Kane quietly moved back to his seat. I wonder if anyone else got something interesting. He looked back at his dataslate. Machinator... Heh, creativity is allowing yourself to make mistakes. Art is knowing which ones to keep.. Scott Adams, another one of the humans many well-known people. Humans are creative as far as I've seen.. Kane turned his attention back to the teachers, occasionally looking around the classroom to see what the other students were doing.

 

[spectro]

The combat room was beautiful, in a very twisted way. Nastya enjoyed looking at the vast landscapes on Avalon, that were untouched, but she never saw them as a thing of beauty. She preferred the look of strength and empowerment, and the Combat room definitely gave off that aura.


She looked around, it was mostly empty; it had to be, as you needed a lot of room to fight. Students were slowly filling the empty spaces, but the two people who stood out were two men. One, the Professor, was blatantly older, not because of wrinkles or age spots, but because he seemed to hold worry on his shoulders, the type of worry that could only have been carried for years. Besides, she knew Professor Carell, had been taught by him before, and she knew that he was a hardly a youngster.


As the students calmed down and stopped their talking, The Professor began. "Whether you're here so you can protect what you love and hold dear, or whether you're here so you can throw children in front of trains, don't involve me. Are we clear?" Nastya understood, she knew that some people were here for the worst kind of reasons; to become mercenaries or assassins. Some had come to be taught how to protect something, for example a ship, or even to be part of the army. Nastya hadn't decided which category she had put herself into yet.


She looked up at the two men, the Prof was pacing the stage and the other seemed a little nervous, but she doubted he was. She watched them both, only having met the Professor properly before. She knew what he was like, emotionless, flat. She didn't expect anything more of him.


"Just a single hit, no trying to kill each other here." The Professor carried on. Nastya waited for someone to volunteer to go first, when the man who had been volunteered to be hit, 'Sept', Carell had called him, protested. She rolled her eyes, waiting in the silence of the room. No one stepped forward.


"You want us to fight him?" Nastya snorted, "I hardly think he'll be much of a challenge." She was surprised that she had spoken her mind, but nonetheless, she didn't go back on her words; she never did.

 

[The Kaosophile]

Hunter walked to the cafeteria in a haze. He hadn't gotten any sleep, he spent most of his time staring off into null space, thinking about all the people from his past. He knew that speculation would get him nowhere, but he couldn't help but wonder what those people would think of him now. Hunter's father hated him, and the feeling was mutual, but would this collegium, and this complete devotion to gaining strength, make Hunter's father proud? Hunter never knew his mother, but did she want this life for him; the complete isolation and total focus on combat?


Hunter's thoughts then turned to Tira'alinisata; Gloria. When he thought of her, though, his mind switched to pure rage: the grey haze of sleep was replaced with a red mist, his hands clenched into fists, and he automatically punched the nearest thing; a wall. When he pulled back his hand, it was throbbing in pain, and the points of contact oozed blood that matted down his fur, and while the pain didn't bother Hunter, it did serve to push back the crimson fury to just the edges of his vision, where it normally lay. Eventually he found the cafeteria, but by this point, he wasn't hungry, and class was going to start soon, so he fiddled with his dataslate to find the location of this classroom, and took off at a brisk walk to the classroom.


He arrived and waited, as the rest of the students did, for the teacher to speak. When the man finally did pipe up, he said things that would have gotten him hanged on Basidia. This man had obviously seen hard combat, but unlike Hunter, he didn't want release from his guilt and regret, he wanted to redeem himself by keeping others alive. Hunter could not relate to this, but he could understand it, and respect it.


This 'Sept' fellow had seen combat too, from the looks of it, but not the kind that happened when the leaders of two peoples wanted something from the other, more the kind that happened when one person and another person agreed to prepare for the former type of fighting, whether or not it would ever happen. He sized up his mark, and decided it would probably be against regulations to use any of his deadly weapons, so he dropped into hand-to-hand combat stance, waiting for one of his superiors to give an order. Hunter may have seen more real conflict than many of these people, but his military training held him from action without hearing orders first. His hand throbbed, and he adjusted his fist, inadvertently reopening a few of the lacerations he had given himself. This time the pain had the inverse effect, and he saw more and more red with each pulse. "Someone just tell me where to hit."

 

[ThatGuyWithSouvlaki]

Silas sat in meditation amongst the students, barely listening beyond trying to catch the speeches end since he heard it all before. He didnt agree with one part of the speech though, it should matter what reason a person learns to fight as well as his technique expertise. No interest in the reason why someone should or should not be taught was the reason for the horrid battles he speaks of. He could sense the other students reacting to the speech and their assignments, some with ill advised confident at the assignment other with a quite worry. Though he noted no one stepped up though at least for a moment, he was going to to volunteer himself before Natsya spoke up essentially volunteering with her protest before the another he didn't recognize step up. This made him finally open his eyes to see what was going to happen, the would prove interesting.

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

Elliott Carell & Septimus River


It almost looked like Elliott was about to chuckle at the girl's comment, before his regular neutral expression came on. "Oi, you." Septimus said. He frowned slightly at the comment. He felt a little unappreciated. He'd been here in the last few years, but mostly keeping out of sight and training in private with Alaric, hence why he hasn't ranked up in a while, but he expected to get the proper respect of an Assistant Teacher.


"I suppose it got personal now, Septimus. Defend your honour." Elliott said with disinterest. He sat down on the side of the stage and scratched his chin. "Scratch that about not hurting each other, go ahead and do that if you have to, we have a medicus here now. However, if anyone ends up dead, there will be immediate and severe consequences." He said, looking at Silas with something that looked like pride in his eyes. Few medical students existed, and he was proud to have one there.


"Enough procrastinating." He said, and looked over at the alien boy who seemed somewhat upset. "Go ahead and hit him in the face."


(The respones were too funny to ignore)

 

[GeneralZod]

Ikreth had always been a heavy sleeper along with a quiet morning schedule so he had unintentionally avoided his roommates given how he was in his room the entire day reading the book and relaxing. In the morning he only caught a glimpse of his roommates before he had left for class. So his morning was relatively quiet. He was itching for some blood and wanted a trip to Pandora soon, because he throughly enjoyed the feeling of the hunt and drawing the blood from defeated animals. While Ikreth had always hated the first few combat classes he did end up enjoying each class and furthering his combat abilities.


Ikreth had arrived on time and once the instructor began to speak he listened carefully, it seemed as if it would be another round of 'try to land a hit' which he had never taken seriously, instead he always gave effort enough to avoid being called out. One of the few things that Ikreth did not understand was the waste of energy in an attempt to land a single hit, energy was always better off being spent in the field while hunting your prey, not attempting to injure your allies. Though as Ikreth looked around he was unable to call any of the other students 'allies', he had not known the names of any of them nor did he recognize a couple species, the furry one in particular was a mystery to him. Perhaps he was some sort of offspring between a beast and man? Ignoring the lack of knowledge he had about anyone in the room he turned his attention to the objective at hand, he was not completely sure how it was going to be done this year so he crossed his arms carefully to avoid stabbing himself with his left hand. Ikreth began to think carefully about how he could land a hit on the victim, hopefully someone could land a strike early and get past this ridiculous test.

 

[ThatGuyWithSouvlaki]

"Please, dont go into any special trouble on my account. I am happy enough to have my skills go to waste."He said to sound modest though he was keen to see what both was fully capable of. In truth he was surprised to be called out out as medicus, he medical knowledge was great at least for his own people and especially for this class."Though i am standing by to see and will do my best with what will remain from them."

 

[The One Eyed Bandit]

Illya scoured through her memories for any trace of these 'Basitin' creatures, supposedly furry guys.... Right! She might have gotten in a fight with one about a year back in some port... Then again all she could really remember about that guy was the abundance of fur, and that was a trait that was probably present in quite a few species floating through space nowadays... Not that she knew for sure, Munov hadn't been the biggest tourist location and her grand total of two years in space hadn't left her has the greatest expert on alien diversity. And as for the trip to Pandora... She wasn't nearly as worried about that as she felt she should be.


"I think I got into a fight with a fluffy guy once, could have been a Basitin... And as for Pandora, I'm prepared as I'll ever be, can't be much worse than Munov can it?" She said with a slight hint of sarcasm in her voice as she spoke about Pandora, repeating her thoughts out loud.


She was about to go into more detail when one of the teachers, Mr.Carell, began to speak, giving a small 'pep talk' to kick the lesson off, before telling the class to try and land a hit on the man on stage with him, whom he addressed as Septimus. Now, Illya may not have been the smartest nut when it came to academics, but when it came to combat situations like this she had a tad of a better head on her shoulders than most other people, or at least she liked to think so, and it was pretty obvious that this wasn't going to be nearly as easy as it looked.


"If I just wait until he's busy deflecting the other student's attacks..." Illya muttered under her breath thinking out loud as she jumped into combat, keeping a safe distance from Septimus, where she would be able to deliver a quick strike while keeping her ability to reposition relatively high.

 

[AshenLily]

"Whether you're here so you can protect what you love and hold dear, or whether you're here so you can throw children in front of trains, don't involve me. Are we clear?"


The smile on Erika's face was slight. Nearly undetectable, really. This why why she liked Professor Carell so much. She'd had him in years past, and liked that he was able to put combat before all else. With a pang of guilt, she couldn't help but wonder if her own reasons for joining the academy were something he would frown upon, but quickly forgot the subject. He wouldn't want to know, anyway.


"Either way. We'll get today's lesson underway now. Let's start with something fun. An evaluation. You will all work together to try and land a hit on... Sept. Just a single hit, no trying to kill each other here."


Great. Erika wasn't going to pass up on the opportunity to try to hit someone, without the risk of punishment. Of course, there was always the chance that she could end up getting the living hell beat out of her, but that was just a minor detail. Standing slowly, she heard the other girl's comment, and couldn't help but laugh. Erika had something similar in mind.


Not waiting for anyone else to get started, Erika moved as quickly as she could, sprinting toward Septimus. She covered the distance between the two of them remarkably quickly. She brought her fist up in a slight arc, feigning a blow to Septimus' head. At the last moment, she pulled the punch, and redirected her weight, throwing her leg around behind his, in an attempt to knock him off balance.


This was going to be interesting.

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

Septimus River


The first one to move was a Legionnaire. He recognized her from some Pandora trips in his past. She was fast. Fast for a legionnaire anyway. As she flew up in front of him, he waited until the last possible moment to move. He leaned back to dodge her fist, and slithered his leg next to her, putting his foot down behind her, and sliding in between her punch and leg, ending up behind her. He was a lot more flexible than you might think, and a helluva lot faster. He tapped the hilt of his katana so it flew behind him to hit the back of her knee to send her slightly off-balance. He continued with dashing to the side of the stage with his back against the wall, so she couldn't simply turn around and get a hit on him.


It was fine as long as there was only one, he thought to himself.


@AshenLily

 

[The One Eyed Bandit]

There.


The thought flashed through Illya's head as Septimus made a retreat, it was a perfect opportunity for her to make an attack, while he was focused on the other girl she could try and deliver a blow, though she couldn't account for any tricks he had up his sleeves, god knows what sort of cybernetics he could have to deflect her attack, but even if her attack failed it should bring up an opening for another student. Deciding on an attack Illya dashed towards the teacher, mid way through activating her strength enhancers for a moment and using the boost in leg power to send herself across the room, making it look as is she were going for a fist blow to the head, before bringing down her foot and using the momentum to bring out a high-speed kick directed towards his upper leg.

 

[spectro]

"Oh, I see," Nastya cracked her neck and bounded up to Septimus. She looked at him, her hands up, in fists. "Let's go." She threw her artificial fist forward, into Sept's cheek. She pulled her arm back and shook it, although she felt no pain-or much of anything in the parts that were artificial. She didn't know if she had hurt him, but she hoped she had. She wanted to land another punch; to show what she could really do, but other students were gathering around the man, slowly attacking him. She laughed and backed off toward the back of the stage to watch.

 

[ThatGuyWithSouvlaki]

Silas hung back, not getting up until a few of the other students made an attempt at Septimus before I even standing up from his sitting position. He heard Erika about making an attempt taping getting Nastya attention with a touch at her shoulder.


"Double team. I go after him while you hit him when he dodges."He suggested quietly in her ear."If you think so you could get the devian involved."He subtly indicated to Illya before putting a little distance between him and Nastya waiting for her response.


@SpectroVector 
(dang, missed spectro post by minutes stupid phone internet. Will edit asap.)