The buzzer sounds and you take your place outside. Others aboard your shuttle do likewise. The time spent boarding the Zentrati Warship is spent exchanging random glances at one another in a virtual spectrum of emotions. Ultimately, you find yourselves aboard the S.S. Barrage’s interior and gathered among its flight deck and landing bay.
Numerous officials, both Zentrati and Starknight alike are present inside of the massive Warship’s landing facility; each one apparently tasked with focusing their sole attentions upon making sure that each of you are properly recorded as being a new cadet among the Academy’s roster and then ushered upon their way to their proper liaison for further instruction.
As you receive your directions, you make your way to one section of the hangar. A pleasant, if not soothing and all-too-familiar voice suddenly echoes softly throughout your minds.
“Come my childre…uhm pupils. Over this way. I am here.”
Arkhan Vener
…stands motioning to you as the thoughts coat your minds in an affectionate manner. The friendly Starknight continues to project his thoughts.
“There is no need for speech my friends. If you have a question, you simply have but to call out my name in your mind and I shall hear you. Your answers will come in a timely manner.”
The amorous Serran then motions with his hands and directs you further via Telepathy. Before long you ultimately find yourself standing among a group of 19 others in military fashion. Carefully looking at those around you, Farsight’s thoughts eventually focus their attentions among you.
“I do believe that we are the first order among my colleagues to have assembled in their proper entirety. Far be it from me to take delight in such a thing, but I cannot thank you enough for heeding my instruction so diligently. I pray that the rest of your time here among the Academy and its benefactors is equally as dutiful.”
The pleasant Starknight then concludes.
“Now, if my superiors will allow it, I shall now show you to your barracks.”
