5 hours ago
== Academy Cafeteria ===
The Academy cafeteria was buzzing with the low, steady murmur of cadets going over notes and grabbing a quick bite before the final block of examinations. Sitting near a corner table that afforded a clear line of sight to all primary entry points, Loma reviewed a dense cascade of tactical data on his PADD.
At twenty-eight years old, his broad shoulders and dense, athletic build made the standard-issue chair feel a bit undersized. He absentmindedly rubbed his right forearm, his thumb brushing against the faint, crescent-shaped chemical burn scar there as his deep hazel-green eyes swept the room's perimeter.
If the tactical board throws another randomized variable into the sector-defense simulation, I'm going to have to rewrite the entire secondary protocol, Loma thought, frowning slightly as he took a slow sip of his black coffee.
A simple, packed meal sat half-ignored beside his device while he thoroughly dissected a schematic for internal defense grid layouts. His dark hair, kept to a regulation short fade with a distinct dusting of gray at the temples, caught the overhead lights as he leaned in closer to study a shift-rotation failure log.
He took a measured bite of his lunch, his expression entirely focused and deadpan as he prepared himself for the rigorous academic testing ahead.
The Academy cafeteria was buzzing with the low, steady murmur of cadets going over notes and grabbing a quick bite before the final block of examinations. Sitting near a corner table that afforded a clear line of sight to all primary entry points, Loma reviewed a dense cascade of tactical data on his PADD.
At twenty-eight years old, his broad shoulders and dense, athletic build made the standard-issue chair feel a bit undersized. He absentmindedly rubbed his right forearm, his thumb brushing against the faint, crescent-shaped chemical burn scar there as his deep hazel-green eyes swept the room's perimeter.
If the tactical board throws another randomized variable into the sector-defense simulation, I'm going to have to rewrite the entire secondary protocol, Loma thought, frowning slightly as he took a slow sip of his black coffee.
A simple, packed meal sat half-ignored beside his device while he thoroughly dissected a schematic for internal defense grid layouts. His dark hair, kept to a regulation short fade with a distinct dusting of gray at the temples, caught the overhead lights as he leaned in closer to study a shift-rotation failure log.
He took a measured bite of his lunch, his expression entirely focused and deadpan as he prepared himself for the rigorous academic testing ahead.