To my Guest Reviewer;

Dear Guest, to your review on Introduction; I would normally handle this better… but ouch. I understand where you're coming from, but this is my ONE book that centers highly around Christianity. If you don't like it, don't read. But don't go around giving me hate.

-Gravtron1

Shiro reviewed Keith's grades, nodding half-heartedly to himself.

His roommates were also reviewing notes, being instructors. However, they weren't reviewing Keith's notes.

"I think Ina should be allowed to graduate to Cargo Pilot." Adam murmured, shuffling through a few papers.

"Hmm, she shows promise." Jammie nodded, his dark eyes boring into the sheet of paper. "How about Ryan K.?"

"He looks like he'd make a good candidate…how about Autumn?"

"No, she needs more practice in the simulator before we move her up to Cargo… what about Tristan?"

Shiro stood up, cradling his pad in hand. "I'm going to go check on Keith." He told them, but the two men hardly even glanced at him.

He realized that was a statement he made everyday, but he brushed it off.

Leaving the room, Shiro navigated the familiar halls to his young friend's dorm, pausing before knocking.

There was a scrambling noise, then; "Who is it?"

"Shiro."

"Oh, com'n in." Keith opened the door, cradling a tiny puppy in his arms.

Even seeing the dog sent shivers of bewilderment, but the fact that the dog was foaming at the mouth sent Shiro into hysterics.

"Keith!" Shiro gapped at his 'adopted brother', shock clutching at his chest.

Keith started, nearly dropping the puppy. "What?!"

"Careful!" Shiro warned, taking a deep breath. "It looks like that dog is rabid. How'd you get a dog into the Garrison? Argh! Anyway, if the dog bites you, you'll have to get a lot of medical service, and even that might not save you!"

Keith blinked at Shiro in disappointment. "Shiro, I don't get rabies."

"Have you gotten shots?" Shiro asked, blinking. Usually kids got their rabies shot sometime around their fifteenth birthday.

"Well…no." Keith sighed, cradling the puppy closer. "But my mutation makes me immune. Believe me, I've been bit by a rabid coyote before."

"Keith. That still doesn't make it okay. Also, only service animals are allowed in here."

"Yeah, but…I like him." Keith looked down at the mammal in his arms. "If the Garrison find him, they'll put him down. I…I can't let that happen."

"Keith." Shiro reached out a hand to grab the do by the scruff. "We can't have a rabid animal going around the Garrison, you know that."

Keith took a step back, his eyes flashing yellow. Shiro jumped, staring at him in shock.

"NO. I'm not giving up on him." He hissed, grip tightening around the pup. "If I can't keep him here, at least help me find some place that will keep him."

"Okay, fine." Shiro huffed, shaking his head. "But doesn't mean I like it. But keep that…thing away from me. Not all of us are immune."

"Why?" Keith looked smug, the yellow light dying from his eyes. "Haven't you had your shots?"

"My grandfather was against vaccines." Shiro grunted, narrowing his eyes.

"Ooh…sorry.'" Keith blinked, putting his hand in front of the puppy's muzzle.

Shiro tried to ignore the fact that the pup was gnawing at Keith's hand like it was a treat, beady eyes flashing venomously.

"Alright, Keith, where were you planning on keeping the dog?"

Keith looked down at the dog, frowning slightly. "I'm naming him 'Brosh'."

"That's not what I asked."

"I know. Brosh is just a good name."

"No, it's not." Shiro responded, frowning.

"How 'bout…'Yorak'?"

"Brosh it is."

"Duh." Keith grinned, rolling his eyes. "Don't worry, Shiro. I know the perfect place to keep him."