Running the Gauntlet [Kris]
Sept 6, 2014 21:51:29 GMT -5
Post by Artemis on Sept 6, 2014 21:51:29 GMT -5
Max was having the hardest time not rolling his eyes; it was that time of the year again.
It was his precinct's turn in the rotation to accept a batch of newbies and sort them out amongst the more established Peacekeepers to mentor them and start teaching them an actual trade within the Peacekeeper Corps. Normally, most of the senior enlisted would have a couple of Cadets or Privates as their shadows until the newbies were able to act more autonomously. By the time they got a new batch, the staff had been thinned out by retirements, reassignments and deployments that the new graduates wouldn't be cramped for space.
Not so much this time.
Apparently, either the Academy was lowering its standards or this was a particularly good crop of recruits, the graduating class was much larger than usual. So much, that Max found himself holding a slip of paper in his hand informing him that he'd have a shadow of his own.
It was a well-known fact that Max absolutely hated those sniveling, cowering little greenhorns that stumbled over their words and apologized for everything under the sun. The captain had tried to salve his irritation with the comfort that his recruit, one Kristopher Waite, had been the valedictorian of his class.
It wasn't very comforting.
So here he was, at some ungodly hour of the morning, standing in front of the formation of new Cadets as the commanding officer addressed them, going on about how they were the future of the Peacekeeper Corps, had to buckle down in their studies, yadda yadda yadda. He didn't dare do it here in front of so many people, but Max could imagining making a 'blah blah blah' motion with his hand. The CO was a big fan of the sound of his own voice. Then the address was over (Finally!), and the instructors went about finding their new pupils.
Max's wasn't difficult to find. As the valedictorian, Waite was at the front of the formation, looking spit-shined and clean-pressed and incredibly serious. Kaiser trotted at his heels as Max approached him, unable to keep his low expectations from his face.
"Cadet Waite." He addressed him, "I am 1st Lieutenant Maximilian Stahl. I'm going to be your mentor."
It was his precinct's turn in the rotation to accept a batch of newbies and sort them out amongst the more established Peacekeepers to mentor them and start teaching them an actual trade within the Peacekeeper Corps. Normally, most of the senior enlisted would have a couple of Cadets or Privates as their shadows until the newbies were able to act more autonomously. By the time they got a new batch, the staff had been thinned out by retirements, reassignments and deployments that the new graduates wouldn't be cramped for space.
Not so much this time.
Apparently, either the Academy was lowering its standards or this was a particularly good crop of recruits, the graduating class was much larger than usual. So much, that Max found himself holding a slip of paper in his hand informing him that he'd have a shadow of his own.
It was a well-known fact that Max absolutely hated those sniveling, cowering little greenhorns that stumbled over their words and apologized for everything under the sun. The captain had tried to salve his irritation with the comfort that his recruit, one Kristopher Waite, had been the valedictorian of his class.
It wasn't very comforting.
So here he was, at some ungodly hour of the morning, standing in front of the formation of new Cadets as the commanding officer addressed them, going on about how they were the future of the Peacekeeper Corps, had to buckle down in their studies, yadda yadda yadda. He didn't dare do it here in front of so many people, but Max could imagining making a 'blah blah blah' motion with his hand. The CO was a big fan of the sound of his own voice. Then the address was over (Finally!), and the instructors went about finding their new pupils.
Max's wasn't difficult to find. As the valedictorian, Waite was at the front of the formation, looking spit-shined and clean-pressed and incredibly serious. Kaiser trotted at his heels as Max approached him, unable to keep his low expectations from his face.
"Cadet Waite." He addressed him, "I am 1st Lieutenant Maximilian Stahl. I'm going to be your mentor."
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