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[indent][indent][indent][color=gray][color=white]“And that will end our brief lecture on the role of mecha preceding the Valkyrie Project.”[/color]

The gray-haired general education instructor waved his hand across the holoboard, shuttering the image in front of his classroom of fifty-two students. As one of the elder members of the faculty at Taiyotawa, he had seen his share of students longer than most of his colleagues. This group, as far as he could tell, were earnest and hard-working cadets. Each cadet wore the same streamlined uniform with the only difference between them being the color of their highlighted trim: red for engineers, yellow for operators, green for pilots, and blue for those chosen to be prospects for the new Valkyrie project. He had only seen a small handful change colors in the last few weeks of the preliminary semester. 

As his students collected their datapads and binders, the instructor’s eyes looked at each student as chatter filled the room as the alert for the beginning of lunch rung out on the speakers in the classroom as the clock struck 1200.

[color=white]“And don't forget that I want your essays on Isao Taiyōtawa in my databanks by tuesday!”[/color]
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