Federal Military Academy, Deanâs Office.
Miles Sherman and his group, dressed in their academy uniforms, stood in a straight line before the walnut desk.
Behind the desk stood Director Quinn, his fingers pressed against the tabletop. "The friendly competition between the Federation and the Empire is drawing near. Iâve called you here today to announce a special training program just for the four of you."
"The First Military Academy has personally invited the four of you to a training base theyâve custom-built for you." Director Quinn chuckled at this point. "It doesnât sound like a pleasant place, especially since itâs designed to target your spiritual powers."
"But I accepted," Jasper Quinn said in a deep voice. "The First Military Academyâs hostility toward you is only slightly less than the Empireâs. The fact that theyâve gone to the trouble of setting up something specifically for you... I think it will be an excellent trial."
Adrian Chapman had told Jasper Quinn everything about them.
Jasper Quinn now understood perfectly why they had chosen Siren Star.
They had enough training against Xenobeasts, but not enough direct training against other people. The First Military Academy just happened to extend an olive branch, so Jasper Quinn simply accepted.
He could tell that the First Military Academy wanted to put Nathan Lockwood and the others in their place.
Jasper Quinn also felt the boys had gotten a bit too audacious. Going there to have their tempers tempered would be a good thing.
Miles Sherman and the others were no strangers to this kind of arrangement. As S-Class Alphas, they had participated in all sorts of special training programs since they were children. It was perfectly normal to have one tailored for them now.
But...
"What about Zoe Pierce?" Miles Sherman asked. "There should be special training for her, too, right?"
Zoe Pierce had completely changed the way Omegas fought. He didnât believe Jasper Quinn hadnât considered this.
As expected, Jasper Quinn replied, "There is a special program for her, but she wonât be with you. You wonât see each other during your field training, but youâll be together the rest of the time."
âAs long as we can bring Zoe along, itâs fine.â
The group breathed a collective sigh of relief.
If this program were only for the four of them, they would inevitably worry about Zoe Pierce. But knowing she was coming with them, their minds were instantly put at ease.
âItâs just the field training weâll be apart for. We can see her the rest of the time.â
"You lot should worry about yourselves first." Their unity was a good thing, but Director Quinn still felt they had grown a bit lax. "We havenât been notified of the specific training the First Military Academy has designed for you yet."
"Iâm giving you one week to prepare. After that, the academy will dispatch a ship to take you."
The planet the First Military Academy had arranged for this was not the Capital Star, but their own training planet, Praxium.
"This time, youâll probably run into some familiar faces." Jasper Quinn was referring to Victor Vance and his group from the First Military Academy. While Zoe Pierce and her friends had been improving, others hadnât slowed their pace either. Everyone was desperately sprinting forward.
"Regarding Zoe Pierce, I know youâve all been busy with something recently. Handle it quickly." Jasper Quinn only had a vague idea of what was happening with the Pierce Family; heâd only heard rumors.
But as a teacher, he couldnât interfere at a time like this.
It was a good thing Zoe Pierce trusted Miles Sherman and the others, who could take care of the matter at hand.
The group nodded at his words. In truth, the Pierce Family matter was almost completely handled, but there was no need to explain this to Jasper Quinn right now.
However, Nathan Lockwood remained skeptical of Jasper Quinnâs claim that he didnât know what training the First Military Academy had planned for them.
âA man with Jasper Quinnâs personality would never leave everything in the hands of the First Military Academy. I bet Director Quinn and his people had a hand in designing a good deal of the training, adding their own special touches.â
âIt doesnât matter, though. It makes no real difference.â
Nathan Lockwood wasnât even particularly worried about Zoe Pierceâs training. No one understood her current skill level better than he did.
Even without using her spiritual power, her abilities were nothing to worry about.
In his eyes, this trip seemed more like an opportunity to relax and unwind.
*
Evening came. The sky had already darkened, veiled by a thin layer of clouds.
A heavy motorcycle sped silently down the road. A flash of silver glinted off the pitch-black bike under a streetlight.
The man on the motorcycle wore a helmet, his broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist. He leaned forward slightly, quickly rounding a corner at the intersection ahead.
Leaving the main road, the street grew wider and more tranquil.
He soon reached the security gate of a villa complex. The identity scan was swift; after linking to the motorcycleâs information, the gate opened smoothly without him needing to stop.
The man stopped in front of one of the villas, took off his helmet, and sent a message on his Intelligent Brain.
The reply was an "OK" gesture. Chase Shaw smiled silently, running a hand through his short hair. He sat on his motorcycle, his gray eyes fixed on the front gate.
A few minutes later, the closed gate swung open.
Zoe Pierce, dressed in form-fitting training clothes, stepped out. She had expected an interstellar hovercar to be waiting for her, but was surprised to see Chase Shaw leaning against a motorcycle, shrouded in the night.
The man wore an outfit similar to a racerâs suit, which perfectly accentuated his broad shoulders and long legs.
The lamp by her door cast a dim, yellow light on the corner, making him and the motorcycle seem as if they were one.
Wild and imposing.
Both the bike and the man exuded a powerful, commanding presence.
Zoe Pierce stared, stunned for a moment, before walking over. "Chase Shaw?" she called out, a bit uncertainly.
Chase Shaw stood up from beside the bike and took a helmet and a set of clothes he had prepared for Zoe Pierce out of his Space Button.
"Arms up," he said succinctly.
Zoe Pierce instinctively raised her arms and watched as he slipped a suit over her clothes. It was similar to his, but clearly tailored for a womanâs figure.
"Didnât you say we were going to calibrate my Mecha?"
Chase Shaw had come by earlier today with Miles Sherman and the others, but they had left right after talking about the training at the First Military Academy. Zoe Pierce had thought that was it for the day, but two hours later, she received a message from Chase.
It was about calibrating her Mecha.
Naturally, she wasnât going to refuse.
So she had been waiting for him, but she never imagined he would appear before her like this.
After zipping her up, Chase Shaw picked up the helmet and linked their Intelligent Brains. "Yeah. Iâm taking you there."
Zoe Pierce looked at the advanced, interstellar version of a motorcycle. Even if she wasnât an expert, she could tell it was incredibly expensive.
He placed the helmet on her head, then put on his own.
"Never ridden one before?" His voice, low, magnetic, and raspy as if scraped by gravel, came through the helmetâs internal communicator.
Zoe Pierceâs eyes widened slightly in surprise. "No," she replied, a little astonished.
âAt least, not since she lost her memory.â
Chase Shaw swung his leg easily over the motorcycle and shifted forward. "Get on. Hold on tight."