Wow, just wow. Life really has turned more action-packed since I signed-up as a soldier. I still don’t know what possessed me to do it, but I did, and now everything’s turned topsy-turvy.
But the Formal? That was just freaky. I had gone in there expecting to talk a little, have a drink or two and then leave. Instead, I actually had a surprisingly good time! Well, at least until you-know-what.
I can’t believe I met so many interesting people today! The start off with, I ran into none other than the pilot of the Wing Blade! Her name is Angelina Solaris, and while she is not much further along in training than I was (Yeah,
was - I’ll get to that point later) I can see why she was chosen for the project. Her personality matches that of the Zoid’s AI almost perfectly, though I am still a little envious of being left out on the development of that project. I do hope to run a mission with her some time: not only is she a nice person, but it would be the perfect excuse to meet Doctor Fox and report on the progression of her Zoid.
Speaking of Doctor Fox, I also met his son. I didn’t even know he had a son! Unfortunately we got separated pretty quickly, the poor boy seemed to be somewhat intimidated by cadet Solaris and I, and I can’t imagine what the gunshot must have done to him.
The General still freaks me out as much as he did when I couldn’t claim to be a Zoid Warrior, but he actually seems to kind enough beneath all the authority. What I’m more concerned about is how he’s coping with that wound! It couldn’t possibly be healing at any decent rate after what I managed to do with the thing, and the fact we haven’t heard much at all form him since doesn’t say much. Thankfully the people with actual medical experience should be able to fix it up.
I can’t help but think this has something to do with the assassination of the Empire’s General, despite it being almost confirmed that a pirate did that.
While I’m still thrilled to have finally met the President, all the other events that night made it far too chaotic to really do much other than follow him up onto the stage (I STILL can’t believe I got to do that! Only two or three cadets do that a year! Far out!). Apparently the gunman is being questioned quite rigorously, I can only hope that he gives up some useful information though. And the chances of me learning anything? Probably nada.
Anyway, I should probably give typing a break now and some sleep. My final practical exam to get out of training was brought forward to tomorrow, it seems that with security being tightened they need every person and Zoid they can get.
