Phoenix Rising, part five.
Sandhurst military academy, British Isles, Terra.
Aidan stood in front of a class for the first time: the number of people he was asked to teach amazed him. Clearwater sat in the corner to keep an eye on things. The only thing he could do was start "Well then, my name is Demi- Precentor Aidan Pryde, and until recently I was a Star Colonel in Clan Jade Falcon. I was captured on Tukayyid and made a bondsman, and now I am here to teach you about the Clans." He started to pace back and forwards.
"Now first of all you must understand the Clan concept of honour: to a member of the Clans, honour is every thing, be it personal, the honour of their unit, or the honour of the Clan. In order to increase personal honour, a Clan warrior will be willing to take on an opponent much more powerful than they are. To win honour for their unit, they will be willing to attack any target. For the honour of the Clan as a whole, a Clan warrior is willing to die."
He looked at the faces before him and stopped pacing "The Clans also abhorred waste and use a process called bidding to decide how much force to use to attack a target. The various unit commanders will get together and look-over the defences that they will be going against, then each will bid their unit to complete the task. Then, the commanders start to bid away units, sometimes starting with an entire Trinary, and ending up bidding away individual Mech's or Elemental points."
Over the next two hours he have the class a crash-course in Clan tactics. He as drained by the time the last of the Cadets had left and Clearwater walked up to him "You did well, Demi-Precentor Aidan Pryde. I have seen teachers freeze-up when they face the entire year for the first time. From now on you will be teaching smaller groups, and things should get easier."
Aidan looked at his assistant "Where are you from, Simon Clearwater?" The Adapt smiled "Here, Terra. I was bourn in Nepal and I come from a line of Ghurkhas: my family has served in first the British army, then the Terran Hegemony army, the Star League Defence Force, and finely the Coms-Guards. I was assigned here after damaging my back during a battle with pirates on Main Street in the Lyran Commonwealth. I am well enough to pilot a Mech in simulations, but I, like you, am considered un-fit for combat." The Coms- Guards officer sat down.
Aidan needed a brake "Is there any chance of seeing a bit of Terra this weekend?" Clearwater looked happy "Aff, Demi-Precentor Pryde, I think I can arrange that."
Sandhurst military academy, British Isles, Terra.
Aidan stood in front of a class for the first time: the number of people he was asked to teach amazed him. Clearwater sat in the corner to keep an eye on things. The only thing he could do was start "Well then, my name is Demi- Precentor Aidan Pryde, and until recently I was a Star Colonel in Clan Jade Falcon. I was captured on Tukayyid and made a bondsman, and now I am here to teach you about the Clans." He started to pace back and forwards.
"Now first of all you must understand the Clan concept of honour: to a member of the Clans, honour is every thing, be it personal, the honour of their unit, or the honour of the Clan. In order to increase personal honour, a Clan warrior will be willing to take on an opponent much more powerful than they are. To win honour for their unit, they will be willing to attack any target. For the honour of the Clan as a whole, a Clan warrior is willing to die."
He looked at the faces before him and stopped pacing "The Clans also abhorred waste and use a process called bidding to decide how much force to use to attack a target. The various unit commanders will get together and look-over the defences that they will be going against, then each will bid their unit to complete the task. Then, the commanders start to bid away units, sometimes starting with an entire Trinary, and ending up bidding away individual Mech's or Elemental points."
Over the next two hours he have the class a crash-course in Clan tactics. He as drained by the time the last of the Cadets had left and Clearwater walked up to him "You did well, Demi-Precentor Aidan Pryde. I have seen teachers freeze-up when they face the entire year for the first time. From now on you will be teaching smaller groups, and things should get easier."
Aidan looked at his assistant "Where are you from, Simon Clearwater?" The Adapt smiled "Here, Terra. I was bourn in Nepal and I come from a line of Ghurkhas: my family has served in first the British army, then the Terran Hegemony army, the Star League Defence Force, and finely the Coms-Guards. I was assigned here after damaging my back during a battle with pirates on Main Street in the Lyran Commonwealth. I am well enough to pilot a Mech in simulations, but I, like you, am considered un-fit for combat." The Coms- Guards officer sat down.
Aidan needed a brake "Is there any chance of seeing a bit of Terra this weekend?" Clearwater looked happy "Aff, Demi-Precentor Pryde, I think I can arrange that."