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I tied my hair up into a ponytail, pulling it taut. That was a benefit of being non-active personnel, longer regulation hair.I made certain not a single hair was out of place. My uniform, black with an aqua trim fit me just right, I had made the alterations myself to ensure it. I slowly put on the regulation accessory supplied by the academy.
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[World Building] Newest member of staff

by HappyToHinder

I tied my hair up into a ponytail, pulling it taut. That was a benefit of being non-active personnel, longer regulation hair.I made certain not a single hair was out of place.

My uniform, black with an aqua trim fit me just right, I had made the alterations myself to ensure it. I slowly put on the regulation accessory supplied by the academy.

It was a silver piece, smooth to look at and to the touch, Illyaster made I was sure. Today I would look perfect.

The new instructors files were marked as corrupted, it took a little digging to see that was a ruse. Yusong graduated his academy in the top of his class and suddenly his files went missing.

Black ops? Maybe a Council guardian or even an Acolyte? No, Acolytes die in their roles, no one leaves that position.

Anyway I looked at it the man who was getting off that shuttle today was someone I wanted to impress.

It had been a year since I became an assistant instructor, another two and I could apply for a role as a full instructor.

However with someone of Yusong’s standing vouching for me I could cut that time in half.

“Deep breaths Tara” I scolded my reflection, face moving through several expressions settling on what I’d call a professional looking smile. “Okay that's the the one.”

The bay wasn’t far but I arrived ten minutes early just in case. Engineers attended to the maintenance of the Naval trainees “Wand” Fighter craft. Centaur class ships designed for speed.

They say that if you could pilot a centaur you could pilot anything, however I had noted that many trainees crashed and died during training. A...regrettable teaching method.

The arrival lights blink red, imminent landing. The mechanics cleared the zone and the transport shuttle landed, it’s hull was marked black from re-entry.

After a mere thirty six second weight the ramp opened and the silhouette of a man descended.

His uniform was that of an instructor, black with a rich purple trim, on his chest was pinned several medals for valour and decorations for confirmed kills.

The light from behind his shape dimmed and I could make out his features. Dark black hair and even darker, tired eyes. Large bags were formed underneath like bruises.

His skin was pale and now that I really looked his hair was unruly, unkempt. An odd faint background of mana poured from his form exuding a kind of pressure.

“Greetings, I assume you are my welcoming party, not just here to stare?” His voice was surprisingly light, almost whimsical.

Oh crap how long have I been standing here without speaking? My mind roared.

“ASSISTANT INSTRUCTOR TARA ENSWIN, YUSONG SIR, SORRY FOR MY RUDENESS” I shouted in his face, eyes averted. Smooth.

He gave a nervous laugh, “perhaps I went too far. At ease Tara. As you know my Name is Yusong, I’d be pleased if you could show me to my room.”

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