Putting the pistol away, Max holstered them to the belt of his battlesuit, and waited. Tryouts had already begun, and Max had decided to try out for Zeta Squadron. It was a new Squadron created only last year, but already Zeta Squadron has established itself as one of the two best Squadrons in the Academy, alongside Alpha Squadron. Zeta Squadron had been the one and only Squad that Max had been hoping to join since he received news that he had been accepted into the Academy, and for good reason. Logan Meier, a veteran of the Great Wars and a national hero, founded Zeta Squadron as his own when he enrolled in the Academy last year. As one of the Little Eagles who fought in the war to defend the Allied Territories, recruitment for the Squadron was extremely strict, and Zeta Squadron was made up of only the toughest and most ruthless students in the Academy. But none of that scared Max. He had remembered seeing Logan on television a few years ago, paraded around the country as a hero and hailed for his heroic feats in battle while the Allied Territories chartered the treaty that would eventually end the Great Wars. Ever since then, Max had looked up to Logan, and who would pass up a chance to serve in the same Squad as their hero? “Gates open in one minute.” A voice crackled on the radio built into the combat helmet that Max, and the forty nine other students wore. He couldn’t see their faces now, since the helmets they wore had reflective visors and cover their faces Brunette entirely, but Max saw earlier that the group trying out for Zeta Squadron was made up of entirely first year students, whereas the other Squadrons had some second and third year, and very rarely fourth and fifth year students trying out too. But even though there was so many others competing against him for the limited openings in Zeta Squadron, Max wasn’t worried. He performed well on the reflex and speed exercises, though he did also only perform substantially asian well on the strength and obstacle course. But this was what counted the most, the final exercise. Every single one of the potential Battle Scouts would have to compete against the Squadron’s members in a practice exercise. With thrusters on either of their feet and extremely lightweight battle suits, they would have to prove just how well they could fight in a unit and as a Battle Scout. “Gates open in five,” The voice crackled on the speaker. “Four, three, two, one.” Max sprinted out of the door and into the training arena as they opened, and immediately realized that was a bad idea. The holding area had been dark, whereas the arena had bright lights shining from overhead that his eyes could not adjust to in time. Blinded temporarily, the entire front line of the fifty first years was decimated by Zeta Squadron, who came forward rather conservatively while firing their weapons at the rushing first years. Diving into the ground just as a blue pellet whizzed right above his head, Max cursed as the immobilized bodies of first cumshot year students dropped all around him. They had been too eager to prove themselves, and now they japanese were paying the price for it. Slowly allowing his vision to adjust, Max surveyed the arena and saw that row after row of eight feet tall stone blocks lined the arena. This meant that they still did have some cover, and Max saw that the students still standing were already using the stone blocks as cover from the devastating fire of the enemy team. Rolling aside, and using his thrusters to leap a great length so that he was behind cover, Max took this moment to catch his breath and surveyed the situation. 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