Actus woke with a start. He'd decided that the best thing to do was to try and get some sleep on the trip over from Atlas that way he could approach Beacon fresh and ready. The buzzing in his ears from his helmet put pay to the thought however, he went instinctively to rub the sleep from his eyes before remembering that he was still wearing his helmet mask. Unclipping the mask and resting it in his lap Actus started to think about the days ahead.

From what he'd read students were grouped into teams. Those teams had one leader, and shared dorms and attended classes together. What had annoyed him however, was that there was no record of how these teams were formed. Actus hoped the students got to choose. He couldn't bear the thought of having to work with a bunch of loud ill-disciplined sorts. Somebody quiet he thought, someone like him, that'd be ideal.