Wings are teams of pilots, Squadrons are groups of Wings, and Units are groups of Squadrons. Numbers vary.
When the sergeants roused the cadets on the ninth cycle of the week, they had especially merciless looks in their eyes. This was a special cycle. "Everyone up! Now, now, now!" yelled Sergeant Elyn. This startled everyone onto their feet. The sergeants' energetic cries were far more forceful than
"We're gonna go up row by row," said Sergeant Elyn. It was still their first time in actual fighters, and needed to take it slow for now. And so, the sergeants had everyone launch in groups of ten. This allowed the two of them to keep their eyes on five at a time to make sure they were still in con
By the six-hour mark, the cadets had started to feel exhaustion creep into their core. The sergeants had usually dismissed everyone and had them return to their bunk around this time. But things were different, since they were in a practice sortie. One of the cadets hailed the drill sergeants, his
"Yessir!" Everyone then got into their mecha, strapped in, and sealed up. Lights danced across their eyes as their mechs' control decks powered on. Their MFDs blinked awake and faded in. Readouts scrolled past as targeting systems calibrated. Pilots gripped their controls. Eva opened up the comm
When they were awoken the next cycle, the sergeants skipped the run and allowed the cadets to get cleaned up and have a relatively slower start. They all had endured their lessons incredibly well, and so were afforded this little luxury. Afterwards, they jogged over to the sparring gymnasium, where
"As for your accusations of cadets Freya and Zhulong, rest assured that their medical data confirms them having human DNA. Synthetic DNA is engineered to be flawless, while human DNA has… natural errors. Chaos is necessary for evolution. These two very clearly have errors in their genetics. There is
Sergeant Elyn helped Eva up from the mat, who was still a bit unsteady on her feet. A part of her felt a little guilty at having to knock her down a notch. But her worries subsided when she saw Eva's grin. "Thanks, sergeant," she said. "I learned quite a lot these past few seconds." Her throat wa
As she passed one of them, she gave him a shove and pushed him into his buddy. They stumbled out of the fight for a few precious seconds. But now she was in the clear and out of the encirclement. In front of her, two of the cadets pressed their attacks. One swept his leg low, while the other kicke