p style="text-align: center;" Hello everyone reading! This is my first story so any creative criticism is greatly appreciated. This series is near and dear to my heart and I hope that HamletMachine publishes more of it soon./p
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p style="text-align: center;"strong Chapter one: Settling in/strongbr /br /They both reported into the office that would soon determine the rest of their careers. The navigator became very uneasy. What if they assign him to a brute? Some navigators and fighters just didn't get along and it would be such a pain if he had to go and get reassigned. It would take far to much of his time and it would be too much paperwork but he was optimistic./p
p style="text-align: center;"The fighter was nervous as well as he shuffled his way down the hall to the main office. Both the fighter and the navigator stopped in front of the door to the office and stared at each other for the moment. The navigator took in the sight of the tall, dark fighter with his short, fuzzy mohawk and soft dark eyes. The fighter looked down on the short, thin blonde navigator with his braid trailing off to his shoulder on his side and crystal blue /br /" Hello. Nice to meet you. "br /br / the navigator smiled and the fighter smiled back with a nod and opened the door. They stood in front of Cook and Bering, the commanders of the what felt like forever cook stood in front of them from behind his desk and said,br /br / " Alright here is your bunk number"br /br / he then handed them datapads with information such as scheduling and such and then he cleared his throat,br /" And as for code names, you will be"br / He looked at the navigator "Keeler" he turned to the fighter" and Encke. Any questions can be sent to Bering or myself. Thank you for your time gentlemen. We both expect only the best from the commanders son and from the two at the top of their respective fields.". /p
p style="text-align: center;"Cook stood to shake both of their hands and sent them on their way. When the office door closed, Keeler let out a sigh" Top of our class huh?" he smiled at Encke. " Lets find our bunk. Hmmm. We're on the floor below this one." He was standing so close to Encke but Encke just noticed Keelers datapad. While Encke was unpacking he noticed Keeler had called dibs on the top bunk and was already lying there typing out something on his datapad. Encke came over to the top bunk./p
p style="text-align: center;"" So what are you working on?"br /"Oh just some strings of code that Cook sent me."br /"You're already getting assignments? We just got here."br /"That means they have a ton of faith in us. Top of the class remember?"br /Encke was impressed with his navigator who was now typing faster than he could read. They were going to make a great team. br /br /p
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p style="text-align: center;"strong Chapter one: Settling in/strongbr /br /They both reported into the office that would soon determine the rest of their careers. The navigator became very uneasy. What if they assign him to a brute? Some navigators and fighters just didn't get along and it would be such a pain if he had to go and get reassigned. It would take far to much of his time and it would be too much paperwork but he was optimistic./p
p style="text-align: center;"The fighter was nervous as well as he shuffled his way down the hall to the main office. Both the fighter and the navigator stopped in front of the door to the office and stared at each other for the moment. The navigator took in the sight of the tall, dark fighter with his short, fuzzy mohawk and soft dark eyes. The fighter looked down on the short, thin blonde navigator with his braid trailing off to his shoulder on his side and crystal blue /br /" Hello. Nice to meet you. "br /br / the navigator smiled and the fighter smiled back with a nod and opened the door. They stood in front of Cook and Bering, the commanders of the what felt like forever cook stood in front of them from behind his desk and said,br /br / " Alright here is your bunk number"br /br / he then handed them datapads with information such as scheduling and such and then he cleared his throat,br /" And as for code names, you will be"br / He looked at the navigator "Keeler" he turned to the fighter" and Encke. Any questions can be sent to Bering or myself. Thank you for your time gentlemen. We both expect only the best from the commanders son and from the two at the top of their respective fields.". /p
p style="text-align: center;"Cook stood to shake both of their hands and sent them on their way. When the office door closed, Keeler let out a sigh" Top of our class huh?" he smiled at Encke. " Lets find our bunk. Hmmm. We're on the floor below this one." He was standing so close to Encke but Encke just noticed Keelers datapad. While Encke was unpacking he noticed Keeler had called dibs on the top bunk and was already lying there typing out something on his datapad. Encke came over to the top bunk./p
p style="text-align: center;"" So what are you working on?"br /"Oh just some strings of code that Cook sent me."br /"You're already getting assignments? We just got here."br /"That means they have a ton of faith in us. Top of the class remember?"br /Encke was impressed with his navigator who was now typing faster than he could read. They were going to make a great team. br /br /p
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