[h3][b]En route to Beacon[/b] - [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6nn3-vrcckk]Imperfect and Incomplete[/url][/h3]

Delta had slept on many surfaces in the duration of his life.  Rocks, trees, the cold hard ground, the majority of which would make clean freaks keel over from shock.  The sorry excuse for seating within the Atlesian dropship would have to be tallied as more on the comfortable side, as the spontaneous plastic lining did provide a somewhat satisfactory pillow.  Having such a flexible perk came into use very often, because of it the boy always had adequate sleep for the day to come.  At least, that would have been the case, if somebody hadn’t turned up what should have been faint music in his headphones.  It was a miracle that he was able to indulge himself in such a hobby, it just took a few pleas to his father that rhythm helped him concentrate.  Instead of sitting upright out of surprise, he merely opened his eyes at a lethargic pace and peered down to where he left his mPod before sleep overtook him.  

Sitting on his chest next to the device was none other than Eve, whose stubby appendages were pressed against the volume buttons.  Delta raised an eyebrow at the miniscule familiar, expecting a reason for intruding upon his rest.  [color=#5A4FCF]”Ah, you’re finally awake.  Pilot said we’re almost there, gather your belongings.”[/color] Eve quickly said before jumping off of the young soldier’s chest, then took another leap onto one of his suitcases.  There wasn’t exactly much to gather in the first place.  Just a rolling bag for his personal belongings and a metal case, approximately five feet in length, which contained his weapons and dust supplies.  

His eyes glossed over his luggage and made their way onto the man across from him, who was currently pecking away at his scroll.  It was rare to see Jerome in casual attire, usually he was religiously sporting the white uniform all soldiers were required to wear.  Jerome was many things.  He was a husband, a father, a commissioned officer, an endearing soul in a world enveloped by an unbalanced concoction of serenity and distraught.  Already on the latter half of his life, the man issued wisdom as much as he did with orders, he might even be considered a role model in Delta’s book.  The man perked up as soon as he realized that his subordinate was awake, [b]”Oh, morning kiddo.  Sorry, was just reading over a few reports…”[/b] The man got to his feet, in response Delta flew out of his slump and got to attention at a cursory pace, with a broadened salute.  

Jerome placed a light grip on the teen’s shoulder, [b]”At ease.  It’s not like we’re going to another base or anything.  It’s a big day, have to start getting out of that whole mindset.  I don’t want to hear from your teachers that you suddenly started saluting them at the start of every class.”[/b] The man chuckled while the boy allowed his arm to hang loosely at his side, yet he still retained the same posture.  [color=#F8F8FF]”Is that really alri-”[/color] Jerome held up a hand, cutting the boy off mid-sentence, [b]”You’ve been deprived of your childhood.  This is the least we can do for you.  You got a whole life of opportunity ahead of you.  Don’t squander it.”[/b] As he said this, he motioned to one of the dropship’s windows.  Delta traced his hand and paced his way over to the thick pane of glass.  He was almost uncertain in completely looking out the pane, but the sense of unknowing took over and guided his gaze to the world outside.  There it was.  Beacon Academy.  Luckily, the dropship was an unarmed variant, or a few heads would have been turned at the sight of an aircraft equipped with gatling guns.  From there, the page was finally turned.
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Delta set down his case and turned to face the front of the aircraft.  He could see Jerome and the pilot through the glass.  His first instinct was to salute, but he suddenly paused in the midst of the motion.  He glanced at his partially bent arm then at his comrades in the cockpit.  Rather than completing the angle, Delta straightened out his arm and held it highly, then rotated his hand so his palm was facing the ship.  The boy proceeded to move his raised arm back and forth in minute increments.  Even though the glass was translucent, he was still able to make out Jerome’s smile.  He continued to wave farewell as the ship gradually gained altitude, all the while zephyrs grazed his face and flung his hat’s straps, then veered off onto its course.  

Delta looked down at Eve, which returned his gaze from the pouch, [color=#5A4FCF]”Looks like you’ve grown a bit, Delta.”[/color] The boy stared at his familiar for a few seconds before he picked up his case and rolled along his bag, [color=#F8F8FF]”Wonder what’s with that loud music?  Was there a festival on today’s agenda?”[/color] Basically, Delta was traversing unknown territory.  He didn’t know what was in store in an academy of Vale, he couldn’t help but to be left in awe at every sight and sound.  What caught his eye the most was the renowned tower looming over the whole campus, a sign of modernization which still held onto its origins.  Eve shook its head and let out a yawn.  

[color=#F8F8FF]”Lots of students as well…”[/color] Delta was unsure whether he should strike up a conversation with one, or maybe even ask for directions.  [color=#F8F8FF]”We’ll stop by the dorms later, might as well see the campus.”[/color] He was kind of hoping somebody would come to pick him up, even though he was issued instructions prior to his arrival, he was lost in the moment.