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The Academy: The N7 Tournament
Several months later near the end of the semester, Shepard and his group had signed up for the small little tournament, and were on route in small shuttles that carried the teams of six.
Shepard and his team were dropped off in a forested area, each of them except for Arcee, had a pistol and one other weapon, Shepard and Cameron had assault rifles, Jack and James had shotguns, Relena had a machine pistol, and Arcee had a sniper rifle along with her black boken instead of a pistol that was covered in a special material that would indicate a hit if she hit someone with it, and they were all dressed in some dark red Interplanetary Combative Training (ICT) armour with a number seven emblazed in gold on their right upper arms to indicate which team and school they were in.
They watched as their shuttle left and could see other shuttles leaving in the nearby area, “We need to get our bearings,” Arcee said, “we are
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The Academy: Introductions
A young man with dark hair wearing the academy’s crimson red jacket with a white dress shirt and light crimson vest, and a black necktie, unisex uniform, was running through a small training academy that was located on the planet Pluto that had been recently reclassified as a planet.
“How can such a large confusing facility be located on such a small planet?” he said to himself annoyed as he took a moment and stopped to take another look at the map, “Okay so the class should be…this way.”
He then shot off down the hallway and turned a corner and bumped into someone walking in the other direction, “Sorry,” he apologized to the red headed girl before continuing his search for his class.
Ten minutes later he opened a door and asked, “Is this the room on weapons training?”
A man in his early forties wearing black N-Seven dress uniform with golden tassels on the right shoulde
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The morning wind was more than a breeze
It has given many men the flu
I prepared to guard my health
I have someone dear to love
I must never make her dear heart grieve
I should keep it feeling glad
My health is her wealth
So I bundle up and then we leave
Hot coffee with clear green tea
A bag of biscuits and her kiss
How many men boast of a love like ours?
You must give; then you will receive
I give, every day I live
And I always receive
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and fake smile after smile
When I finally excuse myself,
I tell them brightly
I'm going for a nap
and laugh along with their chuckles
with her laziness
And then I lie for hours
wide awake and staring
I lie deeper into my mattress
hoping to sink right in, thinking
I already have.
The first time this happened
I realised this must be it,
I don't know what I expected.
Although sadness is a feature,
(A prominent feature)
It is the vastness that scares me
I stare and stare, into the emptiness
not eating, not sleeping
And keep on laughing with that
same emptiness that takes over
my every thought.
For days on end, I stumble around
sleepwalking, not feeling anything.
In constant pain.
And then it's passed and I go on
as if nothing ever happened
And what did?