Trade Era 1229, Day 68
Aldebaran Military Academy, Argentum Prime City, Eclipse
Corbin McRogers stepped onto the grounds of the Aldebaran Military Academy, a place where discipline was the currency, and resilience the key to survival. The sprawling campus, nestled against the backdrop of Eclipse's rugged landscape, was a far cry from the familiar rings of Aldebaran b. His eyes scanned the horizon, absorbing the stark contrast between the lunar expanse and the rigid military architecture that now defined his world.
The first year at the academy was a crucible, a relentless test of physical and mental fortitude. Corbin found himself immersed in a rigorous schedule that left little room for error. The days started before the crimson dawn of Aldebaran broke the horizon, a stark reminder of the challenges that lay ahead.
Basic training was the first hurdle. The drills were relentless, with seasoned instructors molding raw recruits into disciplined soldiers. Corbin's hands, once accustomed to delicate repairs on starship equipment, now gripped the cold metal of military-grade weaponry. He learned to march in unison, the rhythmic cadence of boots against the lunar dust echoing through the academy grounds.
Academic studies were equally demanding. The intricacies of interstellar politics, strategy, and the art of warfare were thrust upon Corbin with unyielding force. His sharp mind, once dismissed in secondary school, now found its purpose. He devoured every piece of knowledge thrown his way, determined to prove that the rejection from the ITC Naval Academy was their loss.
The physical challenges were unrelenting. From zero-gravity combat simulations to survival exercises in Eclipse's unforgiving wilderness, each trial pushed Corbin beyond his perceived limits. The academy's motto, "Adapt or Perish," echoed in his mind during every grueling moment.
As the first year drew to a close, Corbin stood on the parade grounds, now adorned in the crisp uniform of an Aldebaran Defense third class Cadet. The lunar winds carried whispers of accomplishment.
The ITC Naval Academy now felt like a distant memory. Corbin McRogers, once a miner's son, had evolved into a promising military officer. The journey was arduous, but the crucible had shaped him, molding raw potential into disciplined strength.
Despite the hardships, camaraderie formed among the cadets. Bonds forged in the crucible of shared struggle, laughter, and the silent understanding that they were all in this together. Corbin found allies among those who, like him, sought redemption and a chance to prove their worth.
OOC:
Please describe one of those allies. And whatever else you would like to tell us about that first year.