It's day 3 of the pre-recruitment program, and the most intense test is yet to come.
The fluorescent lights hum, the computer buzzes, and her heart pounds heavily in her chest. Nervously, Eva gazes at a bearded man sitting behind a metal desk. She sits in a small cubical room, the walls and floor grey and the ceiling white. It feels cold and claustrophobic, and the metal chair she's sitting on feels uncomfortable. Wouldn't surprise me if these came from the interrogation cells of the ISB.
Whatever the bearded man is doing on his computer, he's taking his kriffin' time. Eva waits nervously as the man keeps tapping on the keyboard. In the meantime, she sees the man is not a militant. He seems to be a scientist as he doesn't wear the Imperial insignia on his white suit reflecting the fluorescent lights. Aside from that, no naval or army officer wears white suits. Only supervisors of the ISB and directors of the Advanced Weapons Research. Since this bearded man is none of them, Eva figures he's a scientist, and she wonders why.
Boring out, Eva's eyes land on something lying on the table. She can't make out what it exactly is. It looks like a military headset with big goggles, or a macrobinocular attached to it, and Eva wonders what it's for. Shifting her head, her eyes land on a big, rectangular window on her left. Behind that window is an observation room in which scientists observe her. She can see one man looking at her. Feeling awkward about making eye contact with him, Eva shifts her head back and looks at the scientist in front of her tapping on his keyboard.
The man looks up from his computer and makes eye contact with her.
''Eva Young,'' he says. ''We'll be conducting the first psychological tests. It's a tough one that requires a lot of your focus, psychological abilities, and intelligence. In this test, it's easy to lose contact with reality.''
It's easy to lose contact with reality? What kind of test is this? Eva's throat dries up as she nods nervously, wondering what will happen.
''Are you ready?'' the scientist asks.
''Yes sir,'' she replies with a slight shiver in her voice.
The man nods and he stands up from his desk. The chair legs screech over the durasteel floor as he reaches out for the headset and grabs it from the table. Walking around the desk, he approaches Eva and walks around her chair to stand behind her. Eva's heart pounds heavily in her chest as she feels the cold fingers of the man moving away her hair.
The headset slides over her hair and the earpads come into place. The heavy macrobinocular-like object slides over her forehead and comes into place in front of her eyes. The grey, cubical room vanishes as a black void pulls over her, making her blind. Eva hears the muffled footsteps through the isolating earpads, and Eva wonders what this test will be, and she waits nervously for the test to begin.
The man walks back to his desk and sits down, seeing the girl wearing the heavy headset properly. Her eyes are blocked by the macrobinocular-like object and her ears are encapsulated in the pads. The man reaches out for his own headset and puts it on. A microphone is built into the desk, and he turns the screen of the computer towards him. Now, the test begins.
Waiting nervously, Eva clutches her hands around the chair's metal armrests. The dark void is still surrounding her, and the fluorescent lights have stopped humming. Then, a logo in the middle of the void flashes and a name appears below it.
INCOM SIMULATIONS, the Empire's producer of soft- and hardware.
Now, Eva realises what this headset she's wearing is. It's a HoloLens, an immersive virtual reality provided by the little vidscreens in front of her eyes in the macrobinocular-like object, and she hears the sounds through the earpads. The logo of Incom Simulations vanishes and a wide scenery fades in. She sees a farm shed in the middle of a field of crops, and the plants sway a little in the breeze. Eva feels like it's not just a simulation but reality, as if she's truly in this world. It seems so realistic, but what betrays the fakeness is the cold metal of the chair's armrests. She can hear the breeze blowing through her earpads.
''Eva Young,'' the man's voice crackles, ''as a soldier of the Empire, you have received the order to raid a Rebel hide-out. 30 Rebel insurgents have been reported residing in this hide-out, and it's your mission to clean them up.''
Eva swallows nervously, seeing the breeze sway the crops surrounding the farm shed. It makes her think back to her grey house in the fields and the treehouse in the back. Her heart pounds in her chest, wondering what this is all about.
''You're in command of the raid, it's your task to lead, but minutes before you decide to strike, you get the intel from your superiors that, aside from Rebel insurgents, there are 5 families with children as well, waiting for a transfer off the world to the Rebel fleet. They too reside in this building.''
Then, Eva understands what is going on. The HoloLens throws her into a simulated scenario in which a dilemma or a problem must be faced and solved. This way, they'll test whether she's in line with the ideals of the New Order and her psychological limits. The man speaks through the headset, and the scenery of the farm shed changes to its interior. Inside it's poorly lit by a few fluorescent lights, but the families waiting to be transferred off the planet are clearly visible, sitting on the concrete floor. Eva can see their scared faces, scared of being discovered by the Empire and soldiers such as her in the simulation.
''There is a significant chance civilians and children get wounded or die in the crossfire,'' his voice crackles. ''Eva Young, you are in charge of the raid. What would you do?''
Eva feels her heart pounding in her chest, her throat drying up. What would I do? Continue the mission. If there are civilian lives at stake in a mission involving Rebel insurgents holding valuable information, so be it, so that's what she answers.
''Continue,'' replies Eva, her voice shaking a bit from the nervousness. ''Continuing the mission.''
''Continuing?'' the scientist's voice crackles. ''Elaborate.''
Eva swallows heavily. ''They're Rebel sympathisers, traitors, the children too. Rebel sympathy or affiliation is against the New Order. They have to be apprehended, no matter the civilian lives that are at stake.''
It stays quiet for a moment, and Eva assumes the man is noting her answers and elaborations.
''If children and civilians die in the raid, what are your thoughts?'' asks the scientist.
Eva's throat has dried up. ''Thoughts on the civilian deaths?'' she asks with a slightly hoarse voice.
''Correct,'' he responds.
Eva swallows heavily and thinks. It's sad for the parents, but it's a price I'm willing to pay, and I'll be happy to do so. They're Rebel sympathisers, the children too, no matter their age.
''They're expendable,'' Eva replies. ''The children too. Civilian deaths are not my problem.''
''Why not?'' he asks.
Eva feels a bit of rage starting to rise in her chest. ''Because it's Rebel scum,'' she replies, nearly hissing at the scientist.
It gets quiet again, and Eva assumes he's noting her answer. In the next 30 minutes, Eva is tested on more scenarios with dilemmas she has to face, and each one she sees plays out right in front of her eyes.
''Academy Command finds out one of your fellow cadets is leaking classified information to the Rebel Alliance,'' crackles the scientist's voice. ''You find out it's your squad member and friend. What would you do?''
''Turn her in, sir,'' Eva replies. ''Friend or not, treason is treason and they should be reported to the Academy no matter what.''
''Even if it's your best friend?'' he asks.
Even if it's my best friend? Oliva? Eva remains quiet, but she knows treason is treason, and the justice system works for everyone equally. If Oliva was a Rebel sympathiser, I'd turn her in too. Eva feels guilty that she thinks this way about her best friend, but it's the answer they want. It's the right answer to the New Order.
''Yes sir,'' replies Eva with a slight shiver in her voice.
Silence falls again as the scientist notes her answer.
Then, the next and last scenario plays out. As the black screen fades away, Eva sees a city block fading in. She hears the wind whistling, people crying for help, and fire crackles, but her heart sinks as she hears something that truly scares her. It's the wailing air raid siren, and as the city block fades in, Eva sees she's standing in front of a building in the downtown Capital that has completely flattened. The nearby mid-rise buildings are at least 7 storeys high, but the building she's looking at now has become a pile of rubble. Smoke is rising from the debris, and the building's steel skeleton at the foundation is still standing right up. Eva's eyes then land on a child standing at the base of the debris pile. It's a girl, younger than her, and Eva notices she's holding a doll in her arms.
''In the direct aftermath of the Rebel air strike, you and your squad members are walking through the city,'' crackles his voice. ''You were on patrol before it, and now you're looking for people to help out. You stumble upon a girl standing in front of her former home which an X-Wing starfighter crashed into. In the crash, the girl lost both of her parents and has become an orphan.''
Suddenly, Eva feels the tears forming in her eyes. This simulated reality was reality. It happened to her: a Rebel starfighter crashed into her home and killed her mother and almost her sister. The bad memory of the B-Wing charging through her home's walls and taking it down comes back, and her breathing starts to pick up.
''You see the X-Wing pilot survived the crash and is trying to get out, but to no avail,'' says the scientist. ''Eva Young, what is your next step? What would you do in this situation?''
Eva seems almost oblivious to the man's question as the memory of the B-Wing crash flashes before her eyes. Even when the air sirens are blaring in her ears, Eva can still hear the blast the B-Wing made when it hit her home after it sled through the fields, chasing her. She can still hear her mother calling out for Eline. She can still see her mother running inside to protect her sister, and a second later, the B-Wing hit her home. It charged through the walls. They snapped like branches, the floor and the roof collapsed, the gas pipe burst and the structure sank until it became a pile of scrap. Tears form in her eyes as Eva can still see it happen, striking anxiety in her heart as she sees herself running towards her collapsed house and searching for her mother and her sister, finding a corpse and an unconscious body. The B-Wing had already come to a stop and the pilot jumped out of the cracked canopy and ran into the fields, disappearing out of view as in the far distance, a couple of TIE Vulcans and an ITT drove over the dirt road towards the house.
Eva's hands start to tremble as anxiety starts kicking in. Reliving the worst memory of her life, she clutches her hands around the metal armrest, her breathing becoming shallow as the blaring air raid siren starts to merge with the sound of her cries in the hospital wing, crying at the bed of Eline. Tears well up in her eyes, her heart racing, and her vision become blurry as the POV of the simulation moves towards the crashed X-Wing, flames spewing out of the back. The starfighter's windshield is stuck as the pilot inside is pounding on the glass, desperately trying to break it open. Eva's heart pounds, her eyes starting to ache from the tears welling up as she approaches the X-Wing in the POV of a Stormtrooper. Smoke rises from its engines as she steps onto the starfighter's nose and walks towards the stuck windshield. The pilot is still pounding on the glass from the inside, making loud thuds. The Stormtrooper of her POV aims his E-11 blaster and blasts open the windshield. It folds open, nearly kicking the chin of her Stormtrooper, and the Rebel pilot inside is revealed.
That's when Eva sees the eyes of the pilot. It's a young adult, a male, with anxiety and fear in his brown eyes. He holds his hands in the air and he calls out with fear in his voice.
''Please, please, spare me!'' cries the pilot, his hands trembling.
Eva makes eye contact with the pilot, but through fear and anxiety, she sees something else in his eyes. It's the eyes of a monster, a terrorist, a murderer. Suddenly, her sadness and anxiety that the B-Wing crash built up evaporates instantly, and anger starts rising in her chest. Not just anger, but violent rage.
''Eva Young, do you hear me? What would you do?'' repeats the scientist, his voice crackling in her ears.
Eva doesn't answer, her heart pounding with a vengeful fury. Her eyes narrow as she starts gasping for air, her vision blurs with rage and she squeezes the armrests of her chair. Her virtual Stormtrooper clutches onto the grips of the blaster, and Eva's teeth grit. Seeing tears well up in the pilot's eyes, Eva's rage burns hotter than ever before. She sees not just an enemy, but a monster too. And a terrorist who tore apart her life, her home.
''He-, he's not just a Rebel pilot,'' Eva hisses, her hands aching as she clutches tightly onto the chair's armrests.
It's a murderer who killed her parents and badly wounded Eline, a representative of a rebellious alliance that made the galaxy plummet into a 4-year war. Blood of thousands and thousands of Imperial civilians sticks to their hands, and the blood of her parents is mixed in there too.
''He-, he's a monster,'' Eva hisses, her voice trembling. ''A murderer, a terrorist, the worst of the worst.''
Eva's blood boils with rage as she stares at the pilot's eyes, the eyes of a demon. A demon who started to possess her life after her parent's demise.
The scientist outside the simulation looks up with bafflement and shock, shocked at Eva's level of inner rage and vengeance, and he notes everything she's saying.
The hands of the Rebel pilot are still in the air, trembling from anxiety.
''Please,'' he begs. ''I have a wife and a 7-year-old daughter. I want to see them again.''
The blistering rage scorches her as Eva's hands burn, squeezing the chair's armrests. The Rebel who has a family, shattered the family of another. He tore down the life of someone else's daughter and destroyed someone else's home. He took away her parents and almost Eline. As the internal fire consumes her, Eva's Stormtrooper draws closer, tightening the grip around the blaster.
''Rebels are demons. They are anything but humane,'' Eva hisses, gasping for air, her vision blurring as tears start rolling out of her eyes, trapped in the goggles of the HoloLens. ''Rebels are nothing but monsters, terrorists, murderers, destroying our lives!''
The scientist stops noting her answers as Eva nears the limits, and the man starts calling out. ''Eva Young, calm down,'' but Eva doesn't hear him.
The scorching rage deafens her as her heart pounds in her chest, her blood boiling violently. Unknowingly, Eva is trapped in the simulation, having lost all contact with reality.
''They took away mom and dad. They almost killed Eline,'' Eva cries. ''They destroyed my home, bombed others, and killed so many.''
''Eva Young, take it easy!'' the scientist yells through his microphone, but Eva is completely deafened by her blistering rage.
''The Rebel Alliance deserves to burn, to be massacred,'' she cries, tears blurring her vision. ''They shall burn!''
Her rage nears its climax as Eva's hands almost start to bleed from squeezing the metal armrests of her chair as she looks directly at the eyes of the Rebel pilot, still sitting in his X-Wing cockpit with his trembling hands raised. The rage blisters her as she looks into the eyes of the representative who killed her parents, wounded her sister, destroyed her home, and tore down her life. Her heart pounds, her lungs hyperventilating as they can't keep up with her boiling rage. Eva longs for death, the death of a Rebel terrorist, and she can almost taste the blood in her mouth, and she can nearly hear the order of her superiors, commanding her to kill him.
''Good soldiers-, follow orders!'' cries Eva.
Then, she loses contact with reality. The Stormtrooper of her POV aims the blaster at the Rebel's head, pulls the trigger, and it screeches. Instantly, the scientist slams the kill button and then it all goes black. Eva stares at a black void as all she can hear is her lungs gasping for air and her heart pounding in her chest with rage. The simulation, the test, has ended, and Eva suddenly realises she didn't kill the Rebel pilot. It was not real, and the building his X-Wing crashed into probably isn't real either. She feels the rage still boiling and she starts crying as the anger has become too much, exceeding her limits. She bends forward and puts her head and the HoloVision on the table, crying as her eyes burn from the tears. She lets go of the armrests, her hands bleeding as the blood drips down onto the durasteel floor. It isn't the blood of the Rebel pilot, it's hers. The anger became too much.
The scientist pulls off his own headset as Eva cries on the table, not believing the amount of anger that came out of this 13-year-old girl and leaving him speechless. He shifts his head to the officers observing behind the window, and they too are baffled at what they witnessed. They knew these girls had some anger in them, but they never expected this much fire burning within one, but it was exactly what they were searching for. That's what the Night Force Recruitment Program seeks.
Behind the glass in the observation room stands Kirbley, watching the girl crying out loud. He leans heavily on the table on which rows of computer screens stand, monitoring the girl's heart rate and brain activity. His eyes are drawn to the unbelievably high heart rate of the girl: 176 BPM. Her brain was active so much that the girl used more power than the usual field trooper.
''What just happened?'' asks Carter, astounded, standing next to him.
Kirbley doesn't answer as the scientist in the cubical room approaches the girl and takes off the HoloLens. He notices water droplets flushing out of the goggles. It's the tears the girl let out. Though it's concerning that the girl exceeded her emotional limits, it's what the Night Force Recruitment Program seeks, orphan teenagers that are more capable than adults. This is what the Empire needs, and it gives him a bad taste in his mouth. Once he was a pacifist, a peaceful psychologist teaching teenagers, and now he's experimenting on them, having one girl exceed her mental limits.
''Eva possesses an extraordinary level of rage,'' says Kirbley, astounded. ''I didn't expect to get such an outburst.''
Carter nods as he's left speechless.
It makes Kirbley feel guilty about the girl, but it's something he's searching for the limits. The Night Force Recruitment Program seeks to find the limits of orphan teenagers and attempt at expanding them, making them the best soldiers of the Empire they can be. The threat of the Rebel Alliance keeps growing, and the fear that he'll lose his father grows as well. Though his relationship with him is anything but healthy, he's still his father, so Kirbley is determined to seek the limits of the girls.
However, this girl exceeded his expectations. He never expected this much anger to boil inside a girl. Stabilising her is a top priority, and Kirbley knows it can be done through teamwork. Tonight they all know whether they're accepted into the program or not. If they all pass, the cohesive squad will support her and stabilise the girl's emotions. Hopefully, that's what's going to happen. If not, then I don't know what to do with the girl. Such a fire is nearly impossible to extinguish, but hopefully, the squad can. Hopefully, she's able to make friends.
After both her hands are entangled in bandages, feeling them burn, Eva is led back to the barracks by a medical officer. The flaming rage that consumed her still lingers in her mind, knowing how much anger boiled inside of her. However, Eva feels relieved that her raw emotions could escape her. She had to vent her anger, and she feels relieved to have done that. Looking back to the rage she spat out, Eva starts chuckling at herself.
The officer leading her through the corridors looks over his shoulder. ''What's so funny?'' he asks, intrigued.
Eva chuckles. ''Nothing,'' she replies with a smile.
The officer starts chuckling too. ''Alright then.''
They walk on as Eva passes a pair of Stormtroopers on patrol.
Though it destabilised her at the moment, it made her feel better when she walked out of the cubical room. She never knew she had this much rage inside of her. Eva knows it's a potential power, and she could use it for good when she wears that Stormtrooper armour.
Entering the barracks as the door slides into the wall, Eva is greeted by the rest of her squad who were waiting on her. She sees Ashara and Peyton talking to each other, Roslin lying on her bed, and Ecklund lying on hers in the back.
Stepping into the barracks, Roslin shifts her head to her as she chews on some gum.
''Hey Eva, you took a while,'' she says. ''How did it go?''
Eva shifts her eyes to her and stops. ''Fine,'' she says, nearly monotone, but then she smiles. ''Better than ever.''
''You enjoyed it?'' Roslin asks, astounded, her eyebrows raising and she chuckles. ''I was nervous as hell.''
Ashara stands up from her bed and approaches her. ''You seriously enjoyed it?'' she asks.
Eva chuckles. ''Admittedly, I was nervous too, but in the end, I actually enjoyed it.'' Enjoyed letting out my rage, my anger.
Ashara's golden facial tattoos shimmer in the light and her eyes land on Eva's bandage-entangled hands. ''What happened with your hands?''
''I uh-, I think I enjoyed it a bit too much,'' Eva stammers.
''What did you enjoy so much that you seriously wounded yourself?'' Ashara asks.
''I let out my emotions,'' replies Eva. ''I seriously screamed at that Rebel pilot with anger.''
''Really?'' Ashara responds. ''I didn't expect that coming from you.''
Eva chuckles. ''You don't know what I'm hiding right now.''
Suddenly, Peyton interrupts their conversation. ''There's activity in the databanks!''
Eva shifts her eyes to Peyton as Ashara turns around, wondering what the tech goddess is doing in the databanks.
''Come, Eva,'' says Ashara, starting to walk to Peyton. ''We're waiting for the final results of the tests we've had.''
Eva nods and follows Ashara to Peyton's bed. The girl sits crouched on the grey bedsheet as she looks down at her datapad, constantly refreshing it.
''I can hardly wait,'' says Ashara, smiling.
Eva starts smiling too. ''If we pass, we can finally kick ass.'' Especially when my rage is boiling.
Ashara giggles, tilting her head to Eva. ''Kick ass?''
''Yeah,'' smiles Eva. ''Why else would we be here?''
''I'd be surprised if we get to fight the Rebel Alliance in the first place,'' says Ashara.
''What do you mean?'' asks Eva, her smile vanishing. ''Don't you want revenge for the death of your parents?''
''I do,'' replies Ashara, ''but I'm not sure if we get to see the people who were truly behind the air raid. I mean, how do we know who's responsible? And before we know who is, they could disappear behind bars or be killed.''
Eva nods, and she understands what Ashara is saying. The training at the Imperial Academy lasts more than 4 years and in that period, a lot can happen. Another thing is that she might never know who truly is responsible for the air raid on Vaulent Capital. A Rebel insurgent would bring that information to his own grave, but Eva feels urged to get justice to be served.
Then, something flashes in her mind. She focuses on what her mind recalls, and she sees her mind re-imagining the hectic incursion on the BlasTech Facility. She can still feel her father holding his hand on her forehead to get her to calm down in the storage room, and she can feel her heart pounding in her chest.
Then Eva sees her mind re-imagining the moment in which she tripped, fell onto the floor, stood up, and then realised that she was held at gunpoint. She then realizes why her mind is recalling these memories. It's the spy that held her at gunpoint and killed 15 people at the facility. Something in the back of her mind is telling her that this is the person who is responsible for the air raid on Vaulent Capital, as she remembers that the same person was responsible for the train bombing at Kuat too.
''The database is processing something,'' says Peyton, unintentionally pulling Eva out of her thoughts.
''And?'' asks Ashara.
Peyton keeps tapping on her datapad, constantly reloading the feed.
''I'm seeing something,'' says Peyton.
Eva's heart continues to pound nervously in her chest as she can hardly wait to find out whether she's accepted into the recruitment program or not.
''Roslin Verin, passed. Peyton Brenet, passed, Ashara Mirai, passed, Ecklund Tarrin, passed,'' reads Peyton out loud, looking up with a smile.
The other girls cheer as they celebrate that they're accepted into the program, except for Ecklund. She probably cheered silently.
''What about me?'' asks Eva.
Peyton looks down.
''Says nothing yet,'' she replies. ''No, wait. Eva Young, passed.''
Then Eva cheers as she feels a wave of relief wash over her, hearing that she succeeded and got accepted into the program.
''But it says you've been put under surveillance,'' adds Peyton, looking up at Eva.
Surveillance? What does that mean? I didn't do anything wrong, did I? Eva wonders what Academy Command is surveilling exactly
''What does that mean?'' asks Eva, confused.
''I don't know,'' replies Peyton. ''Nothing says why.''
Ashara shifts her head to Eva. ''Well, anyway, you got passed into the program, so nice job!'' she congratulates, giving Eva a high-five.
Eva smiles as she gives Ashara a high-five, but she grits her teeth and retracts her hand as it makes the wound on her hand burn.
''Oh I'm sorry,'' Ashara apologises. ''Forgot your hand is in bandage.''
Eva moves her fingers, trying to relieve the pain, but she looks up at Ashara and smiles. ''No, I'm fine,'' she chuckles.
As both chuckles, Eva feels happy that she can share her joy with others, but she can also feel the anger growing inside her. Now that she has passed the pre-recruitment program, she can put her rage to good use. Within no time, Eva will fight the Rebel scumbags and she's looking forward to it with joy. Eva wants to say something to Peyton, but then she hears a buzzer going off interrupting her. The door slides open and she sees ACY-4 entering the room, shining in the light-blue hue of the fluorescent lights.
''Girls, congratulations on getting accepted into the Academy,'' says the droid with its female voice. ''For the remainder of your training at the Junior and Senior Academy, I will be your guide. The training itself will be conducted by our taskmasters. I will be there for guidance, questions, and problems.''
''Why are we not getting guidance from a human?'' asks Ecklund, her round glasses shimmering in the light.
Eva tilts her head to Ecklund standing behind her, surprised that she spoke and broke the silence surrounding her.
ACY-4 tilts its shiny, metal head towards the girl.
''Imperial command is under heavy pressure to intensify security. They are currently unavailable for guidance. They have assigned me and my colleagues to keep the Junior and Senior Academy training in Vaulent Capital on track. Do you have a problem with a droid as your guide?''
Ecklund remains quiet, her eyes twinkling.
''Do you have a problem with a droid as your guide?'' repeats the droid.
''No, ma'am,'' responds Ecklund. Eva barely hears the girl gasping for air.
ACY-4 remains silent.
''In the unforeseen future, I will be your guide,'' says ACY-4. ''Tomorrow, at 08:30, you are expected to show up at the main training hall. For tonight, take your time to rest. This is where your career at the Imperial Military truly begins. Do not underestimate everything that comes after tomorrow, as the tests you had today are not the toughest things you'll have to endure. Good night.''
The white droid then turns around and leaves the barracks, closing the door as it slides shut from the ceiling to the floor.
As the girls walk back to their beds, preparing themselves to sleep and doze off, Eva keeps tracking Ecklund with her eyes as the girl walks to her own bed. Eva wonders why Ecklund remained quiet, but then breaks the silence to simply ask why no human is guiding them. Eva doesn't feel it's a problem, but she wonders why Ecklund asked it. Maybe she has a history of droids that hurt her.
After putting on the sleeping suit she received from the Academy, Eva pulls the sheets closer to her as she lies in bed and the lights dim. Closing her eyes, she feels her heart pounding with joy and excitement, happy and relieved that she's accepted into the training program of the Academy, and excited for what's to come. She imagines herself doing target practices, holding an E-11 in her hands and firing with absolute precision. The thought of fighting the war against the scum makes her excited too, and avenging her parents and her little sister. She hasn't heard of Eline's status yet, so she feels a bit worried too, but the doctors assured her she will make a full recovery, assuring her that her little sister will be fine. Soon, Eline will have a sister to look up to and parents who would be proud of her as she avenges them and brings the Rebels to justice.