Guard Academy Class Schedule

Name: Tora W. Chael

Age: 19

Gender: F

Class 1: Operator Basics

Class 2: Operator Advance

Lunch

Class 3: Hands-on Operator skills

Class 4: Operator PE

My eyes reread each class assignment carefully. I knew we'd only be attending our first class today at noon before we go to our dorm assignments and "settle in". But even an idiot could see this schedule was wrong for me. Gardevoir leaned over my shoulder and shook her head, giving me a crooked look.

"I know it's wrong," I stated to her, "but what do we do? Find a teacher to talk them about it?"

My partner's pink eyes softened, averting in the direction of the main office. I nodded in understanding before her and I started back that way.

The school itself was like a castle estate. It had numerous court yards of mountain vegetation as the school built itself around those in boxes. Many classroom doors lead to and from the courtyards. Most halls had open arched windows that bled in the mountain air. Spindling towers reached to the skies with their pointed roofs. The tiled halls were scuffed by the many people who walked to and fro through them. The classrooms themselves though were completely modernized.

Once my partner and I arrived in the head office, it was scarily empty. Everyone had seemed to already have picked up their schedules and headed onto class without a second thought. The only person there was a hobbling old woman behind the main desk. Her dark grey hair was tied into a high bun to show off her pudged and wrinkling face. Her body was wrapped in a violet subtle-patterned komon. The wrap around her stomach being a creamy beige.

Cautiously, I approached the desk, "Excuse me ma'am. I have a problem with my schedule."

The old lady spun towards me, staring at me through squinted eyes, "Ah, young miss. You're polite, but I wrote up all the schedules myself for the women attending. I make no mistakes!" she smiled with a near condescending tone, chuckling slightly.

I gave a hallow laugh, "Well, writing many schedules, you're bound to make a mistake at some point!"

"Nope! I do my job flawlessly!" the old woman spoke, clapping her bony hands together proudly. Though she seemed irritated that I was telling her she made a mistake.

"Well, you see, I was recruited by a Gael Tiberius to become a Pokemon Ranger here at Guard Academy," the woman's back immediately stiffened as her soft face hardened as I pulled out my Ranger Styler. "My class schedule shows all Operator Classes."

Her upper lip twitched slightly. "And so it should! An Operator is your place. It was Mr. Tiberius who made the mistake, not me. So run off to your first class. You will realize that this is better for you," her graveling voice purred as she grabbed my styler from my hands.

"Hey!"

She quickly replaced it with a small contraption I saw Alice gripping earlier that day, "Here is a charger for Stylers, more fitting for you."

"With all due respect ma'am, this-"

"It's not ma'am," the elderly woman cut off with her ever-present smile. "It's lady. Lady Lily Quinones." She spoke with utter dignity, as if I were to know who she was.

"Lily Quinones, I've put up with your tradition crap long enough! But this is the final straw, you manipulative hag!" A fiery redhead stormed into the office, the door slamming into the back wall. This woman seemed a few years older than me with a pair of golden eyes that seemed to be on fire. "You've got me teaching an operator's class! That's just a load of Tauros shit!" The woman's head twitched to her shoulder a couple times with anger.

Lily Quinones sighed with her grin, "Ms. Knightly, please learn to respect your elders and refrain from using such foul language."

"I do, Lady. I just don't respect self-degrading women who cling to sexist, self-degrading tradition," the woman hissed, tossing her black cape up in anger.

The old woman's façade snapped as her face darkened, "Well I don't converse with such scandalous women as yourself."

"They're called pants! They're comfortable! Hag," The woman continued. And I did take note that the redhead wasn't wearing a dress like all other ladies do. She wore a pair of black and white pants that clung to her skin with gold lining, held to her waist with a white belt Leather boots stretched up to her knees. On top, she wore a skin tight crop top with full length arms. It was mostly white with red lining. The cape she wore even had feathers at the shoulders. "And yeah, I have a stomach. So does everyone else! At least I go out on dates! You sit around obsessed with your little job!"

"A woman as old as you shouldn't be going out on dates! You should be married and with child!"

"To hell with that fucking shit, you pathetic hag!"

So this is what a redhead's temper looks like, I thought as I cleared my throat. Both of them suddenly looked at me as if I just magically appeared, "There's still the problem with my schedule."

"There's a problem with my schedule too," The golden-eyed woman growled towards me. She turned back to Lily Quinones with a loathing in her expression, "I'm the only female ranger in all of Ordell and I'm stuck teaching Operator wannabees."

I was a bit baffled. The only woman pokemon ranger who stood in front of me, was shorter than by just under a foot. I imagined her to be taller.

"Well yes, but I've been placed in all Operator courses when I was recruited to be a Ranger," I dropped the charger back onto the desk and snapped back my beloved styler from Lily Quinones.

The Ranger's eyes almost sparkled as she looked at me, her temper softening before she looked back at the elderly lady, "I know you're part of the Alvar Council and all, but you have no right do this to every female ranger recruit that comes through! You did it to me, and now this poor lady! You will fix her schedule." I don't know what, but for a minute, I saw Death overshadowing the woman Ranger.

It sent shivers down the old woman's spine as she snapped the schedule from my hands. She began to scratch the classes out and give her signature at the bottom, "I'm keeping you both in Operator Basics. Because when you back out of being a Ranger, you'll have the basics to fall back on. Plus, it's really just the same basics all Guard Recruits go through. Ranger, Operator or Mechanic. Only difference is how the workings of the Stylers and other machines are taught." She handed the paper back to me and I smiled.

Guard Academy Class Schedule

Name: Tora W. Chael

Age: 19

Gender: F

Class 1: Operator basics

Class 2: Capture 101

Lunch

Class 3: Ranger Survival

Class 4: Ranger Advanced

"Fine," The Ranger woman hissed. She leaped up so she could wrap her arm around my shoulders, pulling me out of the Office. In height comparison, she seemed almost the exact same as Alice. But the ranger was much older looking. Maybe 22? Give or take. "Stick with me through school, kid. Lots of girls come through here to become rangers. All leaving due to bullying, discrimination and misplacement. Or they just can't handle it. You're lucky I stormed the office the same time you were there, you got yourself a Ranger who'll get you through this school. I guarantee your strength will get you through. You already passed the first test of getting the right schedule!"

"But you did that."

She sweatdropped slightly as we walked through the castle halls, "Then you'll have to prove your strength and skill to me throughout our time together. I'm even your teacher for your first class!" we made it to our class door, the ranger stopped. "You go on ahead. Don't want to be labeled teacher's pet the very first day of school. Plus I have stuff to prepare for class, now go on!" The ranger pushed me into the class room door, which pushed open. I stumbled into a college-like formatted classroom with rows going down and down from the door to a teacher's desk, a brand-new whiteboard shining with no sign of past writing.

The teacher's crazy already, I said to myself, I never imagined the only female Ranger in Ordell's history was like that.

Most of the seats were filled with girls and women chittering like Pachirisu to one another. I looked around for a place to sit. My eyes caught a familiar icing-haired girl with a Cubchoo, being rejected from a seat by a blonde with hair down to her elbows. I silently slid into an aisle seat, Gardevoir sliding in the open spot next to me. We both smirked at one another, taking in a deep breath. Minutes passed in great numbers and the room grew even louder, leaving my partner and me to sit awkwardly wondering when the Ranger woman would come to teach.

"Good morning, ladies!" a voice sung unharmoniously as the back door flew open. All heads turned to see the Ranger woman with her arms thrown out as she rode an extremely large, extremely furry, dog with orange fur and black stripes. From the large mongrel's mouth came rolling flames that were flying all around as it tossed its head about proudly. The fire-hound leapt down through the class and to the teacher's desk with flames flying behind them both like a banner. Dismounting the fire-hound, the Ranger woman gave a loving ruffle of fur to it, "Good job, Arcanine. That was awesome. Definitely got their attention."

The class couldn't even blink as they stared at their teacher.

The redhead placed a hand on her hip with sass, "Introduction time! My name's Phoenix Knightly, you'll call me Ms. Knightly. This is my partner Arcanine," she motioned to the fire dog who started kicking under its front leg, "and welcome to Operator Basics! I'm a Pokemon Ranger, teaching an Operators class. And I'm not bitter about it in the least... Anyways, treat me well. We'll be going over some basic shit about how Ordell and the Guard work. Lesson one, 'the Guard' Refers to all Rangers, Operators and Mechanics in Ordell. Just thought you all should know."

"Um, Ms. Knightly, are teachers allowed to swear?" a girl in the class stuttered.

The pale Ranger laughed loudly, "Probably not! But I'm still really pissed about not teaching a ranger's course. Nothing against all of you, or anything." Ms. Knightly flipped her hair and continued speaking, "Anyways. Today's the first day and all for only one class, most teachers are doing ice-breakers to get to know everyone. But not me! We are jumping right into our lessons! But I'll go easy on everyone here. We'll go over the basic history of Ordell and the reason the Guard and Alvar are currently functioning in it!"

Before the lesson even started, a hand shot up.

"Questions! I love it! Go ahead, blondie!"

"Yeah," The girl droned, "Why are we learning history? It's completely useless to what we're going to be doing at all."

"I hate your question," the teacher deadpanned at the girl with glasses. "History's extremely important to the people because it defines who they were once and who they are now. It's especially important here in Ordell since we are forgotten by the rest of the world. Someone has to remember us. And if the people of a country don't learn their own scarred history, they're doomed to repeat it once more."

"Repeat the class?"

"Never mind... Let's just carry on with our lesson," Ms. Knightly sighed heavily, pacing up to the front of the class. "It was an extremely long time ago, 689 years ago to be exact, when Ordell suffered an extremely powerful disaster. No one remembers exactly what it was, many speculate earthquakes. But some still believe it was caused by many powerful pokemon angered by the sole emperor who once ruled over Ordell. Back 789 years ago, our world was very different. We only had seven cities oddly scattered over our region, the capital located in the Broken Woods. All of these cities where wiped out, you can still see the ruins today in many locations. The shrine here in Auranus is actually the ruins of the past which have the old tales written in their stones. Continuing on, after the mass destruction across Auranus, the emperor was executed by the enraged people. The people of Ordell knew Emperor Burius had done nothing to help them and would never do so. It was also the people who decided to create The Alvar Council to function as a government and religion in one. But multiple people created a more equal balance of decision making for the region. The Alvar were the ones who created us, the Guard. An Elite group of civilians trained in combat, capture, electronics and more. The Guard enforces the Alvar's word and keep all of Ordell at peace. We stop natural disasters and raging pokemon so history no longer repeats itself. We formed the 19 cities across the region to represent unity and-"

That's about when the class bell of dismissal began to chime, all the girls shuffled out as if they weren't even paying attention to Ms. Knightly.

"Well, that's class. We'll talk more about all of those later," Ms. Knightly sighed, glancing to me in a sad plea asking if I even listened. "I knew I took too long preparing that entrance..."

Gardevoir and I rose, giving a sympathetic smile to the teacher, before exiting on our own to find the dorms nearby.

As much as I didn't want to disappoint Ms. Knightly, I never was interested in history.