Chapter 600: Hexdroid Basics
“Alright, class. So, to begin, you can think of Hexdroids as massive chs, not unlike the ones the Hex have themselves,” Doc began. “You’ll learn more about that in the Hex Knowledge class, which I don’t teach. But anyway, let’s start with the basic safety precaution stuff, then we can move to the Hexdroid Training Building to have so fun.”
Saying this, she switched to the next slide, where a list of rules were presented. The formatting of the presentation was… iffy at best, but this slide in particular looked like it was made by so grade-schooler. It listed the following:
“Rule number one. No touching anything unless I tell you that you can,” Doc said, setting her hands on her hips. “Rule number two. No using magic of any sort in the Hexdroid facility unless told. Rule number three. No fooling around. Rule number four. No exploding stuff. And finally, rule number five—have fun!”
She raised her hands in the air overdramatically and waved them around, but all of us were far too old to be enthusiastic about sothing like this. I an, for real—did she think we were preschoolers or what? And what’s with this Comic Sans font…
“Anyway, that’s all,” she said, switching to the next and final slide, with nothing but a text box displaying the words ‘thank you for listening’ in it. “Now, let’s go have so fun!”
This teacher… she can’t be serious, right? She really made a slideshow consisting of three slides, with one of them being the title slide and one of them being the conclusion? I thought the teachers hired here were supposed to be the best of the best, but I suppose not…
In any case, Doc zood out of class at the speed of light, before quickly returning and telling us to follow her. The students were still left in shock at her short-lived presentation, and were unsure if even following her was the right decision to make. Given the way she’s handled herself up until now, what with being late to her own class and creating a slideshow worthy of a kindergarten kid, no one could exactly bla us for harboring such hesitant thoughts.
Still, given the Academy was directly operated and administrated by the IMF, the teachers here were probably all at least very well-versed in their respective crafts, regardless of their personality and expertise in other subjects. The only exception to this rule would be horoom teachers, which didn’t really need to do much except control and monitor the class’s students as a whole. That’s probably why Ling Xin was able to take that position (no offense intended).
As we didn’t really have a choice, the students in our class got up and exited the room, forming a straight line of twos as we trailed after Doc. I thought about why we didn’t just use Quick Travel for a mont, but then realized doing that would probably result in a lot of people falling on top of each other.
Walking was better when traveling in large groups like this, as Quick Travel wasn’t pinpoint accurate, and they were already on the first floor anyways—it’s not like there was a need to go down any stairs. Why not appreciate the beautiful campus grounds while we’re at it? After all, the IMF spent so much ti and resources to make this academy as aesthetically pleasing as possible to make it a nice place to study in, so might as well enjoy it.
Our group, led by Doc, made our way over to the right side of the Academy Campus, where an imnsely large building stood. It was a lot bigger than the Main Building where all the lessons took place (and also where we just were), just judging from the outside. There were several other buildings on the right side as well, of course, but there was no debate on the fact that this one in particular stood out the most thanks to its sheer size.
Entering through the front door, we felt like a bunch of dwarves heading into a building far too big for our size. Even the door seed small compared to the rest of the building, making it more like a pet door than a real one ant for humans.
Upon entering the interior of the building, however, all of us imdiately understood why this structure in particular was so much bigger than the rest, and also far less decorative on the outside. After all, decorating the exterior of a building like this was utterly pointless when the contents of what it held were extravagant enough.
That’s because this was not just any ‘building’ at all. No—this, was a hangar bay. Did it carry airplanes? Vehicles? Submarines? Hell, giant robots?
Out of all those options, the last one was unironically the most accurate. Lined up on either side of the bay, all the way down one after another, the fras of massive chs stood, supported by various chanical arms and restraints from the ceiling. The chs looked quite ominous, and each appeared to have a different model. The varied in shape and size and design, but one thing about all of them remained common and the sa: their purpose.
These weren’t just massive robots ant for building or other intents. These were clearly designed with one purpose, with one goal in mind:
War.
All of these were battle-oriented, made with offensive-capabilities in mind. Clearly, these were ant to be Xenith’s counter to the Hex’s Praetors, as we had to fight fire with fire. The only problem was… whether or not our cutting-edge technology could match theirs. It was a glorious sight; instantly causing all the students to drop their jaws and muse at the chs in wonder.
To design sothing like this in such a short ti… it was incredible, even for the IMF.
“Welco, everyone, to the Hexdroid Bay,” Doc said with a wide grin and spread her arms proudly. “Welco, everyone, to my work.”
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