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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Calinon" data-source="post: 1766337" data-attributes="member: 13737">October 26, 2120Brighton Military AcademyBrighton, England 6AM Local Time It's a brisk morning at the academy, and you've just finished doing your morning run, complete with pack and gear, with your unit.  It was a little more exciting than normal as the officers staged an ambush that nearly took your company by surprise.  If it hadn't been for your sharp eyes spotting the second set of trip wires, your company would have suffered the same embarassment that Alpha Company suffered.  Instead, you managed to take command of the situation and not only lead Beta Company out of the situation, you managed to capture the officers who staged the ambush. Your company stands at attention, receiving the praise of your Sergeant Smith, your drill instructor for their actions in the excersise, as Alpha Company passes through the main yard, relegated to another ten mile run for their mistakes.  Ken Waltrop, leader of Alpha Company, gives you a glare as he runs by, something you can't help but smile at.  For the first two years here, it was you doing the extra miles, but this last year you really came into your own, took on leadership responsibilities and have replaced him as the Brighton Academy's top cadet. "Dissss-missed!" bellows the drill instructor, freeing your company for showers and breakfast.  "Not you, Cadet York," he barks, halting your run to the barracks.  "You did good out there today, Cadet.  General McLaren is impressed.  And with your mutant powers coming up stronger, he's thinking you're nearly ready to join the Unions Mutant Forces.  Can't really say I can disagree with that, either.  But that's not why I stopped you, cadet.  Here," he says, handing you a vid-pad.  "You got this during your run.  Seems your brother has come home for a visit and wants to see you.  Your father has given approval," he says, obviously having seen the video on the pad.  "So shower, pack your gear and get your rear home for the weekend, cadet!  Dissss-missed!" he bellows. "Your father's a good man, York.  Good soldier too.  You'll be lucky to turn out half as good as he did," Sergeant Smith says loudly enough for you to hear as he heads to barracks to inspect another group of cadets. You turn your attention to the vid-pad. "Hey Jay!" It's your brother Kevin on the pad, dressed in stylish clothes as always. "Man, it's good to be back in mother England, Jay, but it's boring as heck around here with you.  I asked dad and he says he's going to arrange that you get the weekend leave.  I quit that EPIC school; damn military establishment!  I might as well have gone to Brighton with you!  But we'll trade war stories when you get home, bro!" Kevin's message fades and your father appears. "Hello, Jeremy.  I cannot spare the hoverjet today, so you will have to take the train.  I have a ticket waiting for you at the Brighton station and I will have a car waiting for you at the Dover station.  I will see you soon." You hear your drill sergeant bellowing at the shabby condition of Charlie Company barracks, reminding you that you need to get ready if you're going to catch the early train home, especially if you want to go with a full stomach.</blockquote>

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