"This is cafeteria 302," Peepo said. "Blue Team 1 usually eats here with red and yellow teams. We have a lot of cafeterias throughout campus."
Loki looked around the room in awe.
"Blue team 1?" Loki repeated.
"It consists of the cadets who wear blue shirts," Peepo said. "This team was the one who rescued you from Zalon."
Loki looked toward Peepo.
"Do they do that often?" Loki asked. "Rescue people?"
"Often enough," Peepo said. "But it's the teams who do the rescuing."
"Really?" Loki asked.
"Affirmative," Peepo said.
Loki turned his head toward the occupied cafeteria.
Gampu finished writing up the report at his office then leaned back into the seat and his hands placed into his lap. He set out the large binder then scanned through the lines of text in the folder set beside searching for a series of words. His aged eyes went back and forth searching for the text against the white background. The quarters had to be chosen very carefully where the boy was likely going to spend for the time being. It was ideally close enough to members of the blue team but far enough from the commander in all respects. A ideal length to be separate from staff directly into a proper social circle.
Academy regulations blatantly stated commanders were not meant to be part of cadets social life outside of education and exploration.
He looked toward his left toward the side where people very dear to him would normally be. And always were for that matter. Their presences were strong as ever since the first day that he first felt them. Hundreds of years had passed between then and now. He placed a hand on the counter then helped himself up while taking a gentle hold on to the report. Planetary Command would understand that the child was verbally handed as a ward to him. Gampu was certain of that. He would need the necessary paper work to be beamed over to make it official.
Gampu propped himself up to his feet from the side of the chair then gently picked up the report.
He could put off the adoption to the side for the time being.
Gampu came to a stop, waved his hand in front of the panel, then looked on toward the large window.
So much that could happen in the future if Loki decided to stay. So much that wouldn't happen if he didn't.
So much, the unspoken words hung in the air as Gampu went through the doorway.