Note: The Earth has changed dramatically since the wars of A.C. 198. The fiendish Grand Cross Army came up with a plan for the Earth. They found four real born psychics, and used them to power one of the most powerful cannons of the time. They dubbed it the Psychic Shockwave Cannon. When fired this cannon killed 80% of Earth's population. The 20% left were infused with psychic abilities. The Earth has changed for better or worse, can only be told by time.
Chapter 2: Classmates
Lisa after establishing a place to live first decided to visit the school she would be attending. It was a cold Sunday afternoon, and it seemed like hours until Monday her first day of pilot's school. Her reward for completing this would be a production model mobile suit, a rare commodity these days. Lisa headed through the streets, and finally ended up at the site of the school.
] "St. Weatherby's this seems to be the place." "Wow, its so big," she stands in awe in front of the school that would become her home for the next year. "Looks great doesn't it?" A voice suddenly comes from behind her.
Lisa jumps a mile, and then looks around to see a young man standing behind her. "Did I startle you? I'm sorry that wasn't my purpose I just noticed you looking at the school." The young man brushes a bit of black hair from his forehead.
"Yes you startled me, but are you a student here?" She asks in curiosity. "Yes my name is Michael Fitz, I'm starting here tomorrow." "My name's Lisa Matthews, I'm starting here tomorrow too." She shuffles in a little bit of shyness. "Well its good to meet you Lisa, I'll be glad to work with you, tomorrow, will be great, that's for sure, anyway see ya tomorrow!" Michael runs away, in some direction.
Lisa stood still she felt like she couldn't move something came over her. It was strange, because she hadn't felt something like this before. A few minutes passed and Lisa regained her composure. "Whew!" she shakes a little bit to keep warm. "Its cold out here what time is it anyway?" She looks at her watch to reveal a 5:30 P.M. time. "I need to get home, phew… I can't help I'm still on colonial, time, going to take a while to get used to."
The next day Lisa was preparing for school. This isn't just a regular school, it's a pilot school, you need to dress casually, a notice said on her drawer. "Casual huh?" "Well I suppose I could do this then, no need to be flashy." She throws on a black shirt, with a word on her right sleeve. "Storm, that sounds nice I knew I always liked it." She then adds blue jeans and the ensemble was complete. She gathered the rest of her things and headed out.
St. Weatheby's is a very distinguished school for pilots. You need a lot of money to attend there. The school consists of five facilities, the dorms, cafeteria, research room, training room, and basic skills room. Lisa had already passed basic skills, so she was going to the training area. The school also has a warehouse, and an undisclosed fighting area especially for real, and sometimes simulated combat.
Lisa arrived, a bit early to explore before going on to training. The Receptionist passed her through, and was allowed to explore a little. "Hmm." she said as she explored the area. "Interesting…" she looks into a room. "This must be the research room." The room reveals a library, with many books, and contained a computer catalog, that explores mobile suits from the past. Much to learn it contains a few rooms to study quietly; a few students were in the rooms, and one door lead to a classroom.
] Suddenly she heard a bell that sounded, the first classes for the day. The school works as follows, they stay in the class for most of the day, then lunch, after that, they're allowed to wander a bit, much explore, the last class of the day for the researchers, would be basic training, for the pilots they would study combat tactics. Lisa ran quickly to the training, room and found herself with a variety of people. One person however was very familiar. "Ray? Is that you Ray? Ray!" She waves to the brown haired young man, who turns around to face her. "Lisa? No way! I can't believe it, so they finally let you come huh?" "More or less, that's why I'm here." Raymond Geralds was an old friend from the colonial days, so he introduced her. "Lisa this is Kyleen White," he points to a girl with light brown hair. "This is Megan Kline," he points to a light blonde girl, "And this is Clyde Dalton," a red haired young man. "Hi everyone pleased to meet you I'm Lisa Matthews."
"Nice to meet you Lisa," Clyde said with a smile. Kyleen nodded her approval, and Megan did the same. A young teacher comes into the room. "Class will now begin everyone please find a seat." The first day, begins soon, time will affect all, what could happen? It seems peaceful enough…for now.
