7 M1 - Term: 1, Round: 1 (1/2)

Attendance at Fortescue Military Academy M1 Y:2142

House Thoth, Squad Zero

M1 Rank: ?/1275, Tier 3 M-Rank: Null

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Daedo was wearing his polymer-black-custom Axel Corporation bodysuit with a dark grey backpack. His cybernetic implant's capping was visible at the back of his neck where it was located at the base of his skull. He had dark, close-cropped hair and light olive skin visible above his neckline the rest of his body was covered with his tight-fitting suit. He had a helmet which was capable of VR and AR, that accompanied his bodysuit but it was stowed in his backpack.

The suit itself had dozens of tiny apparatus and dark grey seam lines, presumably, the multitude of add-ons were impossible to totally obscure. The white epaulettes on his shoulders almost glowed as did the zero on his upper right chest. He was the shortest of his group, almost the same height as a couple of the female cadets, but not quite. It was most likely they were all thirteen where he had still entered a year early despite taking three years off playing CyberMech and developing his AI companion. He had only just turned twelve.

A girl, the second tallest of the group, took a step forward and spoke, ”I am Vannier. I suggest we quickly introduce ourselves and head to our apartments as ordered,” she said confidently. Her hair was violet red, not a natural colour, it did not seem dyed either, Daedo guessed she had it genetically modified to grow this colour. Her skin was light beneath her shoulder-length hair. Her eyebrows were also this intriguing violet red colour. He raspy voice gave the impression that she talked herself hoarse.

A second girl stepped forward she had dark hair, but Daedo swore it had a dark blue tint when the light hit it at a certain angle, ”I am Picard, my family is military and from Marseille. I want you to know now I am here on a scholarship and I will not take any shit from you rich kids.”

Her eyes gleamed a deep amber as she spoke and Daedo immediately respected her forthrightness, especially since it did not apply to him.

A boy leaned forward, he had light brown hair and was only slightly taller than Daedo, ”I am Gaumont. My parents are shareholders and research engineers in Fortescue Composite and Fortescue Mech.” The cadets were now volunteering small pieces of background following Picard's introduction.

The tallest boy stretched, his strong physical frame was obvious through his tight-fitting suit, he had blonde hair that was cut extremely short, ”I am Barran, I'm rich.” He then flashed a smile at Picard.

The only person remaining that Daedo did not know introduced herself, ”Mace,” she said succinctly. She was striking with her pure white hair and bright blue eyes. There was something different about her bodysuit it had armoured pieces on her shoulders, elbows and knees, almost as if it was made with enhanced impact reduction as a primary feature.

Pascale stepped forward, ”I am Axelzero, my family are from Germany, and we make the best suits in the world amongst other things. My brother Jules is also in M1 in another group.” Her dark bob bounced as she turned quickly to look at Daedo.

”Daedo,” he said nodding towards the direction of their quarters and started walking.

Gaumont pulled up beside him as they walked through the underground corridors, Daedo was guided by Myrmidon, and the rest followed. He was not sure if they had their own methods for finding their way through the maze.

”Daedo, that's an interesting name. Is it spelt d a e d o?” Gaumont asked him.

”Yes,” Daedo answered.

”Do you follow CyberMech?” Gaumont asked.

Daedo stopped and looked at Gaumont. Picard moved past, avoiding a collision by turning sideways and sidestepping through the gap between the boys. Barran manhandled Daedo towards the wall so he could pass.

”Come on,” Vannier with the violet red hair said. Grabbing one shoulder from each of them and propelling them forward. ”I hope you two are not CyberMech junkies, that thing is useless in here,” she said knowingly.

”What do you mean?” Daedo asked intrigued. CyberMech had an extremely high development value, there were millions of combination and optimisation possibilities.

”Well for one, it's far too arcadey,” she informed them. ”The physics and responses are not realistic at all, if you played too much of that game, it could ruin you, and you will have to unlearn everything from it.

”Oh,” Daedo said.

”Did you play much?” asked Gaumont.

”A little,” Daedo lied.

”I got in the top two thousand for the EU regions,” Gaumont said proudly. Vannier looked disdainful at the number.

”I'll have you know that in the last year with the price drops there are over fourteen million players in the EU region alone, and close to one hundred million worldwide. It's open to all ages. Being in the top two thousand players puts you in the top zero, point zero one percent,” Gaumont said.

”Wow, you must be good,” she said genuinely. ”Pity, it will ruin your piloting of a proper mech, with the preprogrammed combat manoeuvres and the interface is all wrong as well. In a real mech, the pilot moves their whole body to control the mech, this puts less strain on your sync rate while enabling you to perform precise manoeuvres. That's the main difference but there are others, like the damage done by weapons in that game is not realistic. And mechs jumping off buildings with no boosters would have too much downforce for the structural integrity of legs used in that game. I could go on. I was warned off playing it by my father,” she talked the whole way to their apartments.

”Is your father a mech mechanic?” Daedo asked, surely her father wasn't a mechanic also. They already had one scholarship.

”No, he owns several blueprints, and he continues to research and develop new mech part designs,” she answered.

”Your family makes money from selling mech part designs?” Daedo asked intrigued. He really did not know how the world worked, he was a master of spacebuild, it had not occurred to him he could make real designs and sell them.

Vannier smiled she was proud of her family, ”it started with my grandparents. They designed an actuator and an energy delivery system which were used in every mech for ten years. The law changed well before we were born, it used to be when you held a patent no one could use it without your permission. Now, anyone can, there is a treaty preventing anyone from hoarding tech, although people still do. Now to use a design people have to pay the calculated market value. My family primarily designs mech parts, we do not manufacture parts or mechs, but the people who do pay a small amount for each time they use one of our blueprints. I think we have thousands in all, but only thirty or so actually make good bitcreds right now.”

”Do you take after your family?” Gaumont asked Vannier remembering their assignment to get to know each other's strengths and weaknesses.

Vannier laughed, ”hell no. I will never be half the engineer my Father is. I am guessing you are asking to complete the assignment so I will tell you. I am a crack shot, I love to help people, and my cyber bandwidth sucks balls.”

Gaumont smiled weakly. She was so forthright she was infectious. They had arrived at their living quarters moments ago, ”well,” he said meekly, ”I will return the favour. I have received the silver math medal from the EU academic authority two years in a row. I love mechs, I have watched every vid from Ascaperone studios, and I love CyberMech. I used to. I mentioned I was ranked in the top two thousand, I spent nearly all my free time playing and following professional CyberMech. Did you know that Daedalus disappeared a month ago? He was the number one ranked player in the world for nearly two years and one day, he just disappears.”

”I have heard the name,” Vannier replied, ”I don't follow CyberMech, so I didn't know.”

”It's strange, he never joined a team, no one ever heard his voice or saw his face. He could be anyone. He could be Master Nader for all we know,” Gaumont said.

”How do you know it's a he?” asked Daedo.

”I just assumed,” Gaumont said, ”by the playstyle. And girls probably would show their image, they make bank from that.”

”That is so Neanderthal,” Vannier informed Gaumont before she walked off to inspect her room.

Gaumont looked at Daedo helpless, Daedo just shrugged and went to check his room. If this is where he was going to be living for the next year, he was dying to see it.

Each cadet had their own sleeping quarters which included an ultrasonic shower. There was not much room for anything else, no study area, no workshop, barely any storage space. Daedo deduced they were only meant to sleep and clean themselves in here, meals, toilets, study and anything else would be done in communal areas. This was the opposite of what he was used to.

He had been able to shut himself off from the whole world in his own space, he took after his Father in this respect. For some reason the academy did not make use of the technology available, almost the entire curriculum could be learned from home, only the actual physical mech combat would need to be completed in person. Even physical training could be completed remotely and monitored. Yet they brought everyone together, even pushed them into teams and then forced them to interact, to work together.

Daedo sighed. He was not looking forward to mixing with the wealthy brats, but, so far they seemed okay, and it was him who had issues.

”I can't believe this,' Barran yelled from the central room. Probably used for meals, study and socialising. Daedo walked out to see what the fuss was.

”I thought my sister was lying,” he sat at one of the tables calling out for anyone who wanted to listen, ”I thought she was teasing me. But this place is like living in communal slums.” He stood and swept his arm around in a wide arc now he had four of his team members observing his speech or some would call it a tantrum. ”My wing is ten times bigger than this whole area. And this area is for the seven of us!”

”Eight,” said Nader standing in the doorway. ”Every squad quarters has eight including this one.” Master Nader's voice was synthetic. The Master was either hiding something or had been in an accident and lost their vocal cords. Something that could be regrown if you had the cred.

”Who is our eighth?” asked Axelzero.

”It is Master Nader,” Daedo said. There was a larger room at the end of the living quarters. An eighth room. The door was closed, unlike all the cadet rooms. At first, he thought it was another adjacent communal room. Until Master Nader said, there must be eight per team.

All the cadets looked at him like he was crazy.

”We are team zero, which is the top-ranked team. There are two hundred and fifty-five cadets in our year level so the eighth cannot come from this group as they are all assigned. So the eighth either has to be a robot, a cadet from a higher year level or Master Nader. Master Nader is in our house, so she or he qualifies.” Daedo deduced. Gaumont, Barran and Axelzero just stared at him open-mouthed like he was crazy.