Immersion - (FLN826 - Kasen03)
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				Title: <strong>Immersion - (FLN826 - Kasen03)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>01-08-2011, 19:54:34</strong>
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				Even after nearly 15 years of innovation - after the world war (which actually left this part of Europe mostly untouched) - and after the dramatic technological upheaval brought on by the Hegemony contact - the airport luggage pick-up was surprisingly not really changed.&nbsp; Sure, the wrist-mounted tool generated a small personal holographic overlay - augmented reality - to indicate just which luggage (itself tagged with intelligent RFID transponders) was hers, as well as indicated which routes to take, and overlaid any of the old-fashioned signs with English translations.&nbsp; Sure this particular airport was filled with bright colours which were the current fashions - with a very multicultural mixture of people.&nbsp; <br><br>The flight from Madrid to Murcia was about half filled with other cadets all on their way to the United World Space Force Training facilities.&nbsp; From here, it was a short 30ish miles to the base- with most people either taking a taxi - or risking the confusing Spanish transit system. The air was filled with a dozen languages, and the youthful crowd held the aire of a cross between the first day of college and a field-trip.&nbsp; Overhead projected holographic displays advertised a myriad of other distractions - themselves catering to the demographics of the crowds.&nbsp; Right now they promised excitement and ocean-side parties - bars and restaurants - and the glittering promise of the UWSF welcoming incoming cadets.<br><br>As the baggage slipped down the metal chutes and was collected by their owners, the group slowly started to leave through the sliding doors out to the brightly lit concourse.&nbsp; Then.. right on cue, a flashing alert lets you know that your baggage was coming into range, and slipping down the chute. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Immersion - (FLN826 - Kasen03)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>01-08-2011, 22:29:13</strong>
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				The airport wasn't all that different from the one she'd departed from when she started the journey. It was filled with people from all over the world and from all different walks of life. People with money who looked bored or irritated that they had to wait for their luggage, mothers chasing after toddlers trying to make a run for it, harried businessmen who never got to see the places they traveled too. After a while they all started to look the same, tired. <br><br>Erin had prepared herself for the trip, she'd adjusted her sleep schedule for the week before she left so that the jet lag wouldn't set in. Where others were red eyed and yawning, she was bright and ready. Her stomach was in knots though, she was finally here. Another small commute to end the trip and then her life would finally start and her goals would be met. <br><br>While she knew that most entering the command program either came from influential families or had a background that made them well suited for the program, she doubted few of them would go the lengths she'd gone to in order to secure her recommendations and financing. It meant, to her mind, that she wanted it more than the others. She wanted it more, she was certain she deserved it more, and she intended to succeed at all costs. She took a deep breath as she got her bags as they came down the chute, finally starting towards that goal. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Immersion - (FLN826 - Kasen03)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>02-08-2011, 01:53:14</strong>
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				Slipping down the chute infront of her bags were a set of white pearlescent with ornate trim.&nbsp; Two large cases monogrammed in platium with I.K. slowly paraded around the luggage collection.&nbsp; Then out of the crowd a young man approached Erin.<br><br>He looked young, and at a glance arrogant and aloof.&nbsp; His hair was short, not quite cropped, and styled back - a sandy blond with artificial silver streaks at the temples.&nbsp; His shirt was an immaculately cut silk dress shirt - complete with 'causal' sports blazer.&nbsp; Even his shoes had a silver pearlescent glint to them.&nbsp; His suit alone probably cost more then the small car Erin had to sell when she finally bid her family farewell and left for her new adventurous life.<br><br>"Excuse me, <em>miss..</em>," his tone slightly snide and aloof to match his hawkish face, "Please get my bags.&nbsp; And don't scratch them. I have a taxi to catch.".&nbsp; He had a germanic accent - no doubt one of the Germany or similar speaking countries would have been his origins.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Immersion - (FLN826 - Kasen03)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>02-08-2011, 16:06:00</strong>
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				Of all the nerve, she thought. If there was one thing that Erin had little tolerance for, were others talking down to her as if she were there merely to serve them. While she knew her traveling clothes weren't of the best quality, she was hardly dressed in rags or a uniform of an attendant for the airport either. <br><br>She could ignore him certainly, she could make a scathing remark of which she had plenty of, or she could politely tell him that she didn't work there and he would have to get his own bags. However none of those options felt particularly satisfying. <br><br>Pulling one of his bags off of the belt as it came down she knocked it against the rail, she knocked it against the floor particularly hard and then knocked in to the cart that was near the man so he could roll his luggage out to where the taxi's were.&nbsp; She was somewhat satisfied that the bag she'd pulled was scuffed and had a nice little ding on the front of it.<br><br>"Oh, so terribly sorry about your bag, next time try asking someone who works here, or better still, get it yourself"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Immersion - (FLN826 - Kasen03)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>02-08-2011, 18:24:19</strong>
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				When she reached for the bag, his attention drifted back to his wrist, and he continued what would have been a conversation before. "Anyways.. I've arrived now, at this pathetic airport.. they don't even have proper porter ...OI.. Watch it you silly Tart!" he looks up as his luggage is banged, and then continues to watch as Erin knocks the baggage onto one of the automated cards and gives her little retort.&nbsp; <br><br>"You... You... Do you <em>know </em>who I am?" he finally chokes out..and then rudely pushes past.. his shoulder intentionally clipping her.. "You would NOT BELIEVE how RUDE the locals are here.." he gives the automated cart a kick and walks off..the cart following.. ignoring any further words from Erin.<br><br>Another person walks up behind Erin, and she hears a soft voice.<br>"Wow.. he was a jerk." Turning, there is a very slight woman of mixed Asian/Polynesian descent.&nbsp; Her clothing is simple but flowing and her eyes are a striking green.&nbsp; "You with the Academy too?&nbsp; I'm Elise.. I guess alot of us here are new."&nbsp; She looks young..perhaps too young to be in the academy but it could just be her heritage.&nbsp; Her luggage is very small, but nice as well.&nbsp; "If you don't mind the company.. we could find our way there together"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Immersion - (FLN826 - Kasen03)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>04-08-2011, 19:04:45</strong>
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				Erin had been so annoyed by the sheer nerve of the man with the bags that her first reaction would have been to snap at the girl who had approached her. Luckily, she was able to take a deep breath and push her temper away. Putting her own bag back down, she ran her fingers through her long red hair trying to smooth it out while she glanced around the place and then focused more on the girl who'd approached her.<br><br>"Erin, Erin Tate, and yeah it might make the trip over a little more pleasant"<br><br>It was never too early to start building up a network of friendly people, you never knew who you would need down the line and now at the very start was as good a time as any. <br><br>"With any luck, his destination will be far away from where we're heading. Where are you coming in from...I'm sorry..Elise you said?"<br><br>Once they both had their bags and started to talk they headed outside of the building to get a taxi. She knew there was a shuttle bus that would come to take anyone who wanted the ride over, but that was later in the evening and she certainly didn't want to sit around the airport all day. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Immersion - (FLN826 - Kasen03)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>04-08-2011, 23:15:39</strong>
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				Elise gave a little bow which seemed slightly strange, but in a quaint way.&nbsp; "Erin.. Pleased to meet you.&nbsp; I'm from Kobe.. it's in Japan.&nbsp; I'm very eager for the academy."&nbsp; <br><br>She collected her small bags and the two girls headed through the exit into the large spacious concourse.. still chatting about their long respective flights - both of them having come halfway around the world.&nbsp; Around them the air was alittle dry, and obviously air conditioned from the blazing sun outside.&nbsp; It would definitely be warm in the Mediterranean sun.<br><br>"My papers told me that I was in the Gamma house.. I don't know why they would give the houses greek names..when all this at one time was actually more Roman then Grecian."&nbsp; Erin's papers themselves indicated that she was part of 'Delta'.. although it didn't say what. Delta house.. Delta Squad.. Delta whatever.<br><br>Walking through sliding glass partitions, the warm air, with the distant scent of the sea, blew over them.&nbsp; Outside numerous small taxis jockeyed for position, amidst the buses and other transports.&nbsp; Erin caught a sight of the rude guy from before - getting into the back of a stretched limo.&nbsp; The concourse had a very jovial happy feeling to it, and with all the electric vehicles, it was surprisingly quiet..filled with the sounds of people.<br><br>This was broken by a strange rumble.&nbsp; Erin recognized it as an internal combustion engine.. one with big mufflers and a V8 at that.&nbsp; A bright red with orange flames antique rumbled up onto the causeway causing everyone to turn.&nbsp; The car must have been 50 years old.. and looked like a boat amidst the smaller cars.&nbsp; On the front a chrome icon indicated 'Opal'.&nbsp; Inside a foppish-haired young man was driving... one arm on the window holding the leather-bound wheel..the other leaning across the back of the passenger seat as he slowly looked at the various people along the concourse.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Immersion - (FLN826 - Kasen03)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>11-08-2011, 18:49:01</strong>
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				"Well, where I'm from, all the Universities and schools use the Greek alphabet for their houses, its actually..."<br><br>Anything else that Erin was about to say was lost when she caught site of the classic car that was driving by.&nbsp; She only took a cursory glance at the man who was driving it, but the car had certainly taken her interest. The limo that the other man had gotten in to was spectacular, but it was pompous and showy, that car however was something she would have given almost anything to get behind the wheel of.<br><br>Shaking her head loose of the distraction, she turned back to Elise as they walked over to where the taxis were waiting. Erin managed to maneuver them through the crowd a bit so their wait was cut in half as they got in. The distraction was a nice one, if she'd been alone for the ride, she would have been going over all of her paper work again for the hundredth time, as it was she'd already memorized the orientation schedule and a good deal of the map of were everything was. Everything had to be perfect.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Immersion - (FLN826 - Kasen03)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>13-08-2011, 01:43:18</strong>
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				Erin and Elise slipped into the small modern electric taxi.&nbsp; Large curved windows quickly gave way to stunning vistas as the highway overlooked the Mediterranean Sea as it wound it's way towards the Trygve H. Lie United World Space Force Training Academy.&nbsp; Elise gave some insight into how the school-system in Japan was segregated due to family and job - how excited she was to be part of the UWO space program having watched the exploits on the news since she was a small girl.&nbsp; As they drove with only the faint hum of the wheels on the asphalt (due to the silent electric motors), a loud throaty roar preceded the charging V8 as the Red and Orange Opal Manta A roared past.&nbsp; The windows were all down, and the young boy driving it had his hair whipping in the sea breeze as the car dodged in and out of the traffic.&nbsp; Little warning lights on the automatic navigation lite up as the car slowed and changed lanes to avoid the errant driver.<br><br>The trip to the training site did not take long, and after leaving the highway, the car wound it's way following a line of other cabs up the side mountain roads to the newly built training site.&nbsp; Built on the remants of an ancient Roman outpost, the THL academy was a sprawling complex of 40 or so buildings - including 6 large Dorms (Erin was registered in Dorm building #26A), a number of flat landing pads (some designed for common air-traffic, and others reinforced to handle the new plasma drives for the starships landing crafts.<br><br>The buildings had a variety of shapes and purposes - although they were all built to give a reminiscent nod to the Roman history while being ultra-modern..all with auto-tinting glass and sand-stone looking surfaces, columns.. sliding doors.. digital displays.&nbsp; Every building was clearly marked with it's number.<br><br>Erin knew most of the important (to her) buildings already memorized - Buildings 5B and 5C where most of her classes would take place, Building 4D - the cafeteria, as well as canteen and library closest to Buildings 5, Building 25C where the commissary and motor pool was located (along with campus security.<br><br>There were also some non-school and yet UWOSF related buildings.. everything from the public information centre (Building 3A containing interactive museums), the extended offices of Spaceflight Operations which coordinated all of UWO space forces (Buildings 2A and 2D).. a full hospital (which doubled for training MedSc students) .. Hangers and mock-ups of various ships.. the list went on and on.&nbsp; <br><br>There was also plenty of walking paths between the buildings, and two large football (or Soccer to Erin) fields.&nbsp; The campus just sprawled on and on&nbsp; as the small taxi drove around the large ring which surrounded most of the buildings like a moat, and ended at the far side where the 6 large Dorm towers formed their own mini hexagonal ring.&nbsp; Stopping infront of 26A, a little panel slid open.. Elise giggled happily. "Here.. please let me get this.." swiping her PI-card (Personal Information - which was a combination passport/drivers licence/ID/bank card) to pay for the cab, and then slid out to get her bags and help Erin with hers. "Oh..I'm so excited.." Elise smiles.. heading into the dorm and looking for the registration desk with her new friend..all around them in roughly 50/50 were other young cadets in street clothes..and the other half already in UWOSF uniforms.<br><br>[sorry for the length..mostly setting up and establishing the site.]
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				Title: <strong>Re: Immersion - (FLN826 - Kasen03)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>13-08-2011, 21:41:16</strong>
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				Erin watched as Elise paid for the ride and they stepped out of the taxi, getting their bags from the back. She'd been studying the maps of her surroundings for weeks and weeks before she had gotten here so that there was no chance of her getting lost and being late for a single thing. Now that she was here though, it was so much more impressive than she had imagined.<br><br>"I'm nervous, I didn't think I'd be nervous"<br><br>As they made&nbsp; their way over towards the registration desk, she took a moment to observe the various people walking around, most in line to get sorted out and some who were obviously already students there. The diversity among them is what struck her the most, older and younger people were mixed in with people from all over the world. <br><br>"What field are you going in to? I don't think you mentioned"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Immersion - (FLN826 - Kasen03)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>13-08-2011, 21:58:51</strong>
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				This was an unprecedented opportunity.. and the UWOSF admissions team reflected that.&nbsp; Seasoned military and professionals were side by side with fresh youthful college age students.&nbsp; And since the academy had been running for several years there were already seniors - although this buildings seemed to be filled with the first years, and most wore one of two branches... Security (Wardens) and...<br><br>"Command School" Elise answers.&nbsp; "I'm hoping one day to be the captain of a ship.&nbsp; Could you imagine that?" they slowly edged closer to the registration table "This is Commander Yoshida Elise, Captain of the UWSS Hosho" She puffs up her shoulders and is very proud when she announces herself.<br><br>"Glad to meet you Commander.. and you would be." the people infront of them step aside with impeccable timing, and Elise gives her announcement to the clerk behind the desk who only smiles at the two girls.&nbsp; "Let me see your PI's.. " the cards are run through the computer. "Okay.. Elise.. you're up on the 2nd floor.. room 211.&nbsp; Erin.. you're up on the 4th.. room 403.&nbsp; You have the rest of the day to settle.. although I know there is a huge lineup at the commissary to get the uniforms..so give yourself a good hour.&nbsp; There are tours going on - I think a party in the Cafe in 4D.. Just be sure not to party too much.. classes start tomorrow morning." <br><br>A couple more electronic pads to 'sign' and then the pair are free. "Okay.. thank you." Elise walks off.."I'm going to run and get settled.. Give me a call later.. we can hangout!"&nbsp; Elise smiles and runs to the broad stairs to run up to the 2nd floor.. avoiding the crowd of students at the elevator banks who are all trying to move in at once.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Immersion - (FLN826 - Kasen03)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>14-08-2011, 02:46:37</strong>
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				Erin watched as Elise went her own way to get settled in. What a shame she thought, Elise could have been her first friend here, but now that she found out she was also going for command, it would be hard if not impossible to see her as anything but competition. She was going to be the best, and it mattered little who she had to step on to get there, there was no room for friends until she reached her goals. <br><br>She weaved her way through the crowds of people near the elevators and found the entrance to the stairs. It amazed her that they would all rather stand around and wait like sheep to be led rather than going off and taking the longer way, and a little exercise never hurt anyone. <br><br>Once she got up to her room, she threw her things down on the bed, immensely relieved that the rooms were singles and she wouldn't have to share it with anyone. She spent five minutes sitting down and relaxing before she touched up her hair and makeup and headed back down to go and get her uniforms. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Immersion - (FLN826 - Kasen03)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>14-08-2011, 13:09:16</strong>
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				If it was one stereotype that would have united the Command School... it would be that drive to excel.&nbsp; To make it this far Erin would have already been top in her classes growing up and already shown herself to be an admirable community leader.<br><br>Settling into the small but efficient space Erin found that she was situated on the outside of the 'circle' of Dorms - giving her an amazing view of the sea in the distance, and gentle rolling Spanish countryside leading there.&nbsp; There was a bunk set up high in the wall and underneath a small study nook.&nbsp; There was also a small private 'personal' with a stand-up shower and toilet which folded into the wall - the entire space was designed to take as little footprint while providing maximum amenities.<br><br>After the momentary relaxation, Erin discovered that the stairs were also the most efficient way to get back down.&nbsp; Walking past the registration she caught sight of a familiar face - the annoying one from the airport was busy yelling at the person behind the desk - they were surrounded by three sets of luggage and was obviously not pleased with his accommodations.<br><br>Outside, the weather was wonderful and it was a short almost 10 minute jog to the commissary.&nbsp; The grounds were still filled with students - some still arriving, others in tightly packed cliques.&nbsp; Occasionally overhead a helicopter - or very rarely one of the Tsiolkovsky Landing Craft would fly over towards the landing pads - the squat cigar shaped 'flying school buses' seeming to defy physics as they came in low - their aft end giving a purple glow of plasma.<br><br>Inside the Commissary there was a well set up system of picking up one's uniform and standard supplies.&nbsp; Shoes, electronic pad for notes which also contained their text book, spare sets of outfits were all standard, and one could request special 'orders'... sunglasses, jewellry, watches. which would allow someone to be unique - although everything had the same Cobalt blue of the UWO uniform design.&nbsp; Erin's own uniform came with her rank insignia ("Cadet") a little name badge ("Tate") beside a flash icon ("ComSc" - for command school) as well as a unit on the other shoulder ("Unit 133")<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Immersion - (FLN826 - Kasen03)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>15-08-2011, 20:11:35</strong>
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				Once she had all of her paperwork squared away and her uniforms hung up in her room, Erin decided it was a good idea to get a jump start on the next days classes. While she knew there was a party going on that evening to welcome everyone, and she had every intention of attending, for the rest of the afternoon she'd locked herself away reading the first few chapters of her books that she had on her electronic pad. <br><br>One hour passed in to another and when she finally put it down, she realized that the party must have been in full swing by now. She quickly took a shower and changed in to something comfortable yet suitable for the occasion, a green dress that was conservative yet hung on her quite nicely. <br><br>The first thing she noticed was there were easily double the number of people there as she'd seen that morning at registration. To her dismay, she spotted the man who she'd had the altercation with at the airport and had seen later in the day down at registration. She scanned the crowd looking for Elise, even if she were her competition, a friendly face would still be welcome. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Immersion - (FLN826 - Kasen03)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>16-08-2011, 13:30:48</strong>
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				The books covered a variety of topics, from technical backgrounds on the various ships of the UWOSF (and the American and Chinese ships as well) to historical documents.&nbsp; They also talked about one of the newest tools - one not yet available to the public called 'Immersion Capsules'.&nbsp; Erin also learned that each of the ships had their own A.I. at the core - which were still being studied by scientists as the longer a ship would be in service the more personality would develop with each ship.&nbsp; Incidentally, the Academy evidently had it's own A.I. - named Eileen.&nbsp; It was easy for Erin to get lost in the wealth of knowledge before her.<br><br>Changing into more comfortable clothing, Erin picked her way through the Dorm.&nbsp; Even in the lobby of the Dorm people were hanging out - chatting, laughing and having a time.&nbsp; Erin quickly found out that at the bigger parties were being held around the campus.&nbsp; Leaving her Dorm, Erin found the next dorm (26B) was easily twice as loud as their dorm, with some people hanging out of the windows hollaring at people walking by.<br><br>Walking through the campus, Erin found herself in the cafeteria - lights were dimmed and music was playing.&nbsp; Students of all sorts - some in uniform - others dressed as Erin was - were dancing and hanging out.&nbsp; Erin manages to catch sight of Elise giggling with a group of others, and starts to make her way over there when she collides with someone who wasn't really looking.&nbsp; Another young man, about her age, carrying an armload of drinks wasn't watching where he was walking, and the sandy-haired guy crashes full into Erin..drinks spilling on both of them and everyone turning to look.&nbsp; He gasps, mortified, apoligising as nearby a small group of people (presumably his friends) erupt into laughter
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