"Hecate."
"Here!" Tilan's eyes turned to the officer reading the list.
"Eighth Fleet, 837th cha Practical Combat Camp, Sixth Rank ch Pilot."
Unlike other soldiers directly assigned to branch fleets, the requirents for ch Pilots were evidently much higher, requiring more rigorous training and tests.
After the assignnts were completed, the group gathered for a farewell dinner.
"I didn't expect Hecate to be a ch Pilot; I always thought she would be a mber of the Special Operations team, handling infiltration and assassination tasks." Noah raised his glass.
"You should have figured it out, given that she's roommates with Maggie, who talks almost daily about her experiences piloting chas at the military academy." The burly man beside him joked.
"Piloting those big machines isn't easy. I once participated in the open selection review, but unfortunately didn't pass. When the Magic Furnace engine reached the Third Stage, I couldn't endure it." He said, stroking the beard on his chin.
"That's impressive though; most people can't even handle the Second Stage."
"I did graduate from the military academy, so not being able to handle the Second Stage would be a bit embarrassing." The burly man laughed heartily, recounting amusing stories from his school days.
"We even bet back then that whoever couldn't handle the Second Stage would have to treat everyone to a al that night."
"Generally speaking, with Low Rank chas, the Second Stage is actually sufficient, as their Magic Furnaces aren't that powerful. But since I reached Sequence 6, piloting a Sequence 4 Low Rank cha feels wasteful."
"I rember you're from the Dragon Sequence, right?" Noah asked from beside him.
"Yes, the Dragon Sequence. If I use a specialized tool to transform into a dragon, my combat power wouldn't be weaker than a Sequence 4 cha and even more agile, so there's no need."
"A Sequence 6 High Rank cha can operate in space, easily navigating through a hail of bullets. Unless a cruiser's main cannon locks directly on, ordinary attacks can't penetrate its armor. It's far more liberating than staying passively on the starship and praying."
"If it's a cha custom-made for Sequence 7 Master level figures, with all kinds of additional abilities, its combat power reaches another level, capable of destroying a city single-handedly." He described an awe-inspiring scenario.
"Alright, stop envying. I'll definitely organize my experience piloting a cha into a booklet and tell you about it in the future." Maggie ca over and placed her broad hand on the shoulder of the burly classmate, with whom she was acquainted, having known each other since the military academy.
"Tonight, let's toast to Hecate. It's said the top perforr at the training camp gets a small reward. No matter which fleet you report to in the future, you'll be valued."
At one side of the hall, as the highest instructor of the training camp, a robust officer was advising Tilan on so matters.
"You have joined the army midway, although you're a ch Pilot receiving more privileges, I must remind you that in the army, everything is judged by strength. Since you're not a military academy graduate, you will surely face exclusion by those cadets in the Practical Combat Camp unless your strength is strong enough to deter them from saying more, then they will treat you kindly."
"This is not a school, nor a dance practice studio. On the battlefield, glory and achievents are won at the cost of life, leaving no room for negligence. Exclusion of the weak is a soldier's instinct because your weakness ans others have to pay the price to compensate, and that price could be life."
"I repeat, this is not so association for mutual help and camaraderie, but a violent group that must achieve victory, with no escaping the cold slaughter, so you'd better prepare yourself ntally in advance."
"I don't need to say more, you're a smart girl who quickly morized the manuals and training key points. That's it then, relax with your companions for tonight, the formal cha piloting training will start tomorrow."
"Yes." Tilan nodded and saluted, then returned to her seat in the dining hall.
Watching the long-haired girl walk away, another officer ca over with a glass.
"I didn't realize you cared so much, actually telling her all this in such detail and patience."
"After all, she's a good seedling, very talented and obedient, but I feel she's not suited to appear in the army. Simply put, you and I both know, the army is just a cold exchange machine; bringing in highly talented people just makes the data look better, but in the end, they still die."
"Glory and such, only those who survive have it. But who knows if they can survive, as there are too many contingencies."
"I just hope, in the future when we step onto the battlefield, we don't die too unjustly so at least there's soone to rember it, saying that such-and-such fleet made a contribution to history."
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