Thom sat on the pelican seat; he sat in grey uniform and clearly a bit nervous. He was on his way to the Academy. The best Academy in existence that ever existed because of who had founded it. The Spartans of legends Master Chief John-117 and Kelly-087, who had helped end the war against the covenant and now lived in an anonymous happy life.
For those who had been chosen and applied to it and recommended by the best there was in the UNSC, The Spartan Academy. Every young soldier's dream was to go there after the war ended and only few were selected by the board. Which, consisted bunch of men and women of the lead members in ONI and UNSC government chosen by the two Spartans after finally getting permission to even open the school in the first place.
Thom had pushed the board into accepting him in the first place because of his age. He'd actually kicked up so much of a fuss that they had to let him in because he got a recommendation from a past Spartan saying that he had surpassed all training that they could give him.
Thom looked around him to the other recruits. They had five others who were just as nervous as him; there were three men all with different hair a red, a blonde, and a curly brown and two girls another blonde (Who Thom was pretty sure that the two were twins) and brunette. He didn't recall they're names and doubted he would. There would be so many names later onto remember.
"So what do you specialise at?" he asked around.
"Stealth" the red answered.
"Heavy weapons" the curly brown said.
"Close quarters combat" the blonde woman said.
"Marksmen" the blonde man said. Well if they were twins they both had required skills in the field that would work for them.
"Technology skills and Demolitions" the brunette answered curtly. "How about you?" she added.
"I'm going for vehicle terms" he responded.
"Good luck, hear that's the hardest one next to leadership skills," the red responded.
"Hey kids cut the chit chat we're almost there and I don't need the instructors on my ass" the pilot snapped behind her at them.
"What can we expect when we arrive?" Thom asked.
"Lots of competition, and lots of pain from training other than that isolation from others especially from the Chief" She answered.
"Master Chief?" The red perked up.
"What? No you idiot! That Chief is a different person entirely! Chief is the lead on the Spartan Academy leader's board, he well is a stuck up prick if you piss him off!" The pilot told him.
"Is he really that much of asshole?" The blonde women asked.
"You have no clue the only person he hasn't managed to piss off is-" the pilot was cut off by the radio first static and then a weak voice.
"This is Deca receive me Bravo I repeat pilot Bravo seven-four this is Deca, receive me?" a voice called through.
"This is Bravo seven four, I receive and will see you and Chief at the front of the academy," Bravo responded.
"Don't be late, I'm guiding you through the maps on the academy maps" Deca's voice came through.
"Don't cut my tip" Bravo teased
"Baby I wouldn't do that if the world ended and you needed the money to stop yourself from dying. Deca out" came Deca's response.
"Who was that?" Thom asked.
"Deca second best in the academy, well actually the best that isn't sponsored," Bravo called over her shoulder.
"Sponsored?" The red asked.
"Yeah it's where you supported by other companies that support the academy and are manufactures, the more sponsors you have the better the training. It costs points, which you gain from doing jobs and missions around the school or given to you by the company of the ones that sponsor you. Trust me you're going to need doing them" Bravo answered.
"Why doesn't she have one?" The blonde woman asked.
"Deca doesn't have one because she's lucky and the fact she hasn't reached above black yet and graduated" Bravo responded.
"Isn't that racist?" Her twin asked.
"No I mean her ranking is black, that's her level of gifted specialties" The pilot landed smoothly inside a metal hanger. "Okay everyone out now, I gotta get my baby to checked up by the profferors this was a test drive and now I gotta go" she undid the back door of the pelican and they all filed out one by one.
"Recruits form a line now" a woman in black clad armour approached them.
She took off her helmet and brown hair with blue tips came out that neatly and straightly formed her face. She had matching dark blue eyes and scanned them all with her sight, watching their every move.
Her accent was almost american with a sound of texan in it. The black armour clad woman placed her hhelmet under her arm and straightened her body posture.
"I'm Deca, before you ask what kind of name it is I suggest you don't because all your names will be changed to fit you. Your expected to be the best and follow orders like the best, don't worry I'm just you orientation guide not your CO at the moment." she informed them.
"What about our armour?" The brunnete woman of their group asked.
"Before you get proper armour, you get simulation. There are five ranks, white, green, blue, red, gold, if you complete these ranks before you graduate you get to chose what color you want your armour. But in the mean time, you earn your spot and you do exactly as your told to the letter, understood?" she barked at them.
Deca looked around their age and yet she was probably even younger than supposed applicants to the academy.
"Yes Sir" they answered in union.
She lifted her head at them
"Well done rooks. Welcome to Spartan Academey"