House: Thoth, Rank: 1/255, Squad Zero, Squad Leader
M1 Rank: ?/1,275
Term 1, Round 1
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It was late Sunday evening, and the squad headed back to the academy with four new light exos. Although, it was debatable whether they would still be classified as light. The alterations to mass and strength put them in the medium category, while the speed was closer to mesh.
“You look unhappy,” Vannier remarked to Daedo as they sat in the shuttle on the way back.
He shook his head. “They’re nowhere near ready. I can think of a dozen things we need to improve. I just haven’t worked out how to do it.”
She smiled. “You are a perfectionist. Are they much better than what we were using?”
He waved his hand. “Yes, yes – I know what you’re trying to do.” She was trying to make him think of the gains, and in the long run, they would improve the exos … which is what her next question or statement would lead to. The thing was, he knew all this, but like with CyberMech, he didn’t like to enter the competition until he was ready. He had no one else to blame, though. He was the one who initiated the bet with Horus.
Hell, they didn’t even need the extra practice time in the exos anymore. They could complete enough manoeuvres in the workshop testing floor to inform improvements and practise with the exos. The arena combat would improve teamwork, tactics and hone their skills. They still needed the arena combat sessions; they just no longer needed fifteen or more per week.
“If you know what I’m trying to do, why are you so glum? Because you should know my point,” she stated with a small amount of chagrin.
He continued to look pensive. “Because even if I understand, it doesn’t mean I have to like it.”
Vannier laughed and slapped him on the back, nearly jolting Daedo out of his chair with the shock of the blow. “Oh sorry,” she said, rubbing the spot where she hit. “I know why you were successful in CyberMech. You are so driven. Are you sure you’re only twelve years old
“Are you sure you are thirteen?” he retorted.
“No, I’m thirty; I had surgery to look this young,” she answered and giggled. The giggle gave her true age away for a change. To an outsider, it would be hard to believe the pair were twelve and thirteen years old. They were the product of their own environments and were the best in Thoth, if not in the entire academy M1 intake year altogether.
“Anyway, you should be ecstatic with the progress you’ve made,” she said. “The task you gave Picard and me has only just begun, and we’re not even close to a prototype, where you have a full working exo ready for testing.”
The shuttle pulled into the academy’s vehicle bay, which was a loose gravel area surrounded by grass. It was antique, just like everything on the surface of the academy grounds.
Barran stood by with a hoverbin, ready to carry the exos down into their quarters. Daedo had planned that once he replaced every single part, he could return the old light exos and register the new in the AR. As long as they met the requirements, this was permissible. It would be certain that the top M3 teams from each academy – especially ones from Svarski, Huawei, and DaVinci – would not even be using cadet-made exos. They would have a company exo designed to competition rules.
In the meantime, the remnants of the old light exos would stay at the workshop until they were ready to be returned, fully functional.
Barran placed the exos in the bin and closed the lid. He was being dramatic regarding the secrecy of the new exos, as they looked nothing like the old ones. It was all moot anyway because they would wear them to tomorrow’s class and the evening’s arena combat practice.
Barran’s heavy suit wouldn’t be ready until the end of the week, and it was nowhere near as customised as the light version. The heavy merely took on the same hydraulic tubing underlayer and with ceramic reflective plating on top. It would grant him better mobility and strength, but the degree would not be known until more testing.
There was also one light exo that wasn’t ready. It would be droned in early the next morning.
“Can this even be called a light exo?” Mace asked Daedo as they walked back to their quarters.
Daedo shrugged. “Does it matter?”
“I suppose not. I guess the classifications are just for labelling purposes.”
“I expect it’s impossible to classify using the academy’s standard versions of mobility, armour, and strength enhancement. But given its size and shape, it could be classed as a medium. Its size is that of a medium, and with all the extra accessories, it’s heavier than light. Most teams field eight heavies, so we’re still well undersized compared to everyone else.”
Mace frowned. “What do you mean? This exo has almost as much strength as a standard heavy. It’s twice as mobile, and the armour value will be unknown until we destroy one during testing.”
Barran turned to them. “Keep a lid on it, Mace, we’re in enemy territory.”
This wasn’t true, they were in communal corridors. But from Barran’s point of view, everywhere was enemy territory except their quarters.
Upon arrival at their quarters, Vannier called for a squad meeting that included everyone. She assumed even Master Nader would witness the meeting closely.
Gaumont came out of his quarters all bleary-eyed, and Vannier wondered if he’d slept at all over the weekend. He groggily sat down at the table and muttered greetings to everyone.
They hadn’t started the meeting officially, so Vannier asked after his wellbeing. “You look tired, Gaumont. Have you studied all weekend with no sleep?”
He rubbed his eyes. “Yeah, I worked through the night on Saturday and only crashed a couple of hours ago. I want to get ahead on all my best subjects, then I’ll focus on my weaker ones. I just finished the ten-week math program and have almost finished physics. But I wasn’t able to complete any of the math problems. Which bothers me.”
“Do you expect us to be impressed?” Barran asked disparagingly. “You missed an awesome weekend where you could have been working on a tech part to help the squad – to do what? Your best subject? That would be like me running and exercising all weekend and being proud that I’m good at athletics.”
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Vannier was mortified. She hadn’t meant for this interaction, and Barran was certainly not in on her plan. She looked pleadingly at Daedo to rescue the situation and sent him an emergency text that said, ‘Help!’
Daedo stretched and said, “It’s the first week, Barran. Let him find his own way. If I’d turned left instead of right, I would be right there with Gaumont. An outsider to my own squad.”
Gaumont had taken Barran’s blast in his stride. He sat looking uncomfortable, but he hadn’t gotten angry or slumped in his chair under the onslaught. However, when Daedo spoke, he jerked upright and snapped, “Why are you labelling me an outsider? Are you threatened by me? You’ve been against me from the beginning!”
By now, Vannier was distressed. Gaumont was projecting onto Daedo. It was, in fact, the other way around; he felt threatened by Daedo, and everything Daedo did would push him further away instead of turning things around.
She thought furiously. “Gaumont!” she shouted. She could think of nothing else. She would have to set him straight, Master-Nader style. “While you chose to be a loner, we were all working on this.” She stood, went to her room, and retrieved a new exo.
“Everyone has a tech project and is contributing except for you,” she said. “You were invited to attend. I sent you a message on Saturday afternoon, which you did not respond to. It’s not Daedo labelling you an outsider – you’ve have done that yourself! You will not find one of your squaddies who is satisfied with your contribution to the team.”
He turned to look at her, his face red. “Who said this was a team effort? We all receive individual ranks. And in the end, they choose the best from all the houses to join the academy event team. A squad is merely a way of grouping cadets and allowing one cadet to play at squad leader, just as you are doing now. The only squad project out of all the subjects is team arena combat. Everything else is individual, and while you assist one another, all you’re doing is assisting your competition.”
Vannier sat back down, deflated. She could think of no strategy to turn such obstinate thinking around.
Barran started to speak, and so did Axel-Zero and Picard, all talking over one another as they cast dispersions at Gaumont.
Daedo raised his hand and said nothing. Slowly, they all turned to look at the strange action, and one after another, they fell silent.
He lowered his hand. “I respect Gaumont’s decision,” he said dramatically and paused. “His analysis has merit.” He waited again for his words to sink in before continuing. “He is correct – there is only one activity which is team-based: arena combat.
“No one here chose to be in this squad, and to try to force him to cooperate is stupid. I would like to continue to work with everyone,” – meaning everyone but Gaumont – “and we will push all our scores up by working together – far beyond if we worked individually. Gaumont can continue to progress as he sees fit. He will only need to follow squad commands during the arena combat match. Agreed, Gaumont?”
Gaumont did not see this as support from Daedo. It was backhanded approval and a put-down of his thinking as poor strategy. “Feck you,” he said. He stood and walked back to his quarters.
As the door closed, Barran asked, “What punishment is a squad leader allowed to dish out?”
Picard smiled enthusiastically. “I’ll look it up right now.”
Vannier waited expectantly for a call from Master Nader which did not come. As time passed without the call, her distress increased. She was certain Master Nader was going to tear strips off her for failing so dismally.
Daedo stood and went to Vannier, putting a hand on her shoulder for a change. “It was only an hour ago you were lecturing me about being stressed at lack of progress on our exos and ordinance. You pointed out that this was just the first week and we have three years to improve our exos before moving onto mechs in U1. I would like to remind you that this project of yours has a similar timeline. And you need not rush it. Hell, you could probably do nothing and let the jerk come to a decision himself.”
Vannier relaxed, and her eyes widened. “Of course!” she exclaimed. “It has to be his decision. There’s no point trying to talk him into cooperating.” She stood and hugged Daedo, whispering in his ear, “You are the right choice for squad leader.”
He pushed her back. “Don’t forget your promise. You are going to handle all the crap jobs.”
They both knew what he meant and laughed.
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Daedo wore Picard’s weights that morning during the obstacle course and would wear them throughout the rest of the day before taking a rest on Tuesday. His time slowed due to the weights, but not by much; he was just over sixty minutes. He figured that given the fact he was wearing ten kilos in weight, this was a good time.
Monday was the day they had piloting and gunnery classes, which were one of the few classes with a physical chief present. Daedo, Vannier, Axel-Zero, and Mace all stood out in their new exos which were supposedly refurbished. However, all they had used from the standard lights were a few components.
They received stares from the entire brigade of M1 cadets from House Thoth. The stares turned to whispers until even the chief took note.
“Sir.” One cadet from Squad Six raised his hand. “Are they allowed to bring in exos from the outside?”
The chief stared at the cadet ominously for half a minute before he started to squirm. “Why are you asking me a question that is answered in the regulations? Which I remind you are easily accessible to you at all times? I’m doubtful you got into the academy without being able to read or with at least a modicum of comprehension ability.”
Almost a hundred cadets from House Thoth began to furiously read the regs.
“What! It clearly does not say you can bring in an outside exo,” one cadet said, very loudly.
Then a smarter cadet added, “But it doesn’t say you cannot. All it states are the specifications an exo must adhere to.”
Another protested, “Why were we not told we could modify or replace our exos?”
Squad Zero ignored the banter and began the exercises set by the chief. They were clearly much faster than any other exo, and only a heavy was stronger. Most cadets occupied heavies, and they seemed incredibly lethargic with their twenty per cent drop in speed and mobility compared to their normal movement. In contrast, the Daedo v1 exo mobility factor was quantified by 1.6, which was a sixty per cent increase from a cadet’s natural movement.
Barran was still in his old heavy and was incredibly jealous of his squaddies who got to pilot their new exos that day. They not only moved a lot differently from the standard exos, but they also looked sleek. The mesh, which consisted of tiny tubes, or fibre, could be seen in patches where the moulded reflective plates did not cover. Those patches of mesh were present at joints like the elbows, knees, shoulders, and neck – wherever range of movement was required.
Due to their current ranks and achievements, the exos were mostly black with small amounts of white denoting Thoth. On their backs were telltale signs of the umbilicals and micro cold fusion reactor. Due to the vulnerability of the systems, they were heavily armoured and encapsulated in mesh and plating. They were built out in such a fashion that they looked like a large backpack extending from the shoulder blades down to the lower back.
There were various sockets which would sustain weapons and other systems with either power or hydraulics. The grappler and grenade launcher had inbuilt power and hydraulic conduits. A mesh tube could be seen extending laterally from the back to underneath the arm. It had enough slack to allow the full range of movement.
Lastly, their helmet was encased in a protective layer of ceramics and polymer that connected to the chest with a layer of mesh making them look like they had very thick necks.
Mace and Daedo skimmed across the arena at great speeds wielding variations of swords, lances, and swordlances, testing out the variants to see which they preferred while completing the exercises set out by the chief.
Axel-Eleven, Pascale’s brother Jules, came over to ask her about the exos.
“How fast are those things?” he asked his sister. The question every member of Thoth wanted to know.
“Oh, they’re okay,” Axel-Zero said. “We still have a long way to go.”
“Is that what you were doing all weekend?” Jules asked, wondering how far they would go if this was just the beginning.
“What else should we be doing?” she said.
“Um, studying or …”
“Or slacking off?” she finished for him, laughing before leaving him to complete the next exercise.
After that day’s session, all thirty-two squads in House Thoth were motivated to improve their exos as much as possible. They were either in awe of Squad Zero or extremely jealous – and in most cases, both.
Before they finished gunnery and piloting for the day, there was grudging respect from Squad One members. “There’s a reason they are Squad Zero,” Xavier said to his squaddies. “We would do well to follow their example.”
“Do you think they could win that bet with Horus?” Fafner asked.
Xavier scoffed. “That’s a tall order. But I give them a small chance now. Yesterday, I would have given them none.”