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Without waiting for permission, Leo scrambled upward. He used his slight frame to squeeze through a ventilation shaft that Kaelen couldn't have fit an arm into. He moved like a shadow, light and silent, reaching the primary valve in less than a minute.

"We're going to get wiped," one cadet hissed, shielding his face from sparks.

Two hours in, the "enemy"—automated drones designed to simulate high-speed raiders—ambushed them. Kaelen’s brute-force approach failed immediately. He tried to blast through a narrow choke point, but the drones were too fast, pinning the squad down behind a collapsing bulkhead. Without waiting for permission, Leo scrambled upward

The air in the Imperial Military Academy of Aristo didn't just smell like ozone and gun oil; it smelled like judgment. For Leo, standing in the middle of the courtyard, that judgment felt like a physical weight. He was "the stick," the "scrawny one," or, as the upperclassmen delighted in shouting, the "dritch" who had somehow cheated his way into the most prestigious martial institution in the sector.

The squad moved through the freezing mist, picking off the blinded drones with ease. They reached the extraction point with seconds to spare, the only squad in the year to finish with zero "casualties." "We're going to get wiped," one cadet hissed,

The turning point came during the mid-term gauntlet. It was a live-fire navigation exercise through the Iron Forest, a dense web of rusted machinery and jagged steel. His squad was led by Kaelen, a mountain of a man who believed every problem could be solved with a thermal detonator.

Leo looked at the overhead schematics he had memorized. He didn't see walls; he saw a circuit. "Kaelen, give me your override spike and two flash-bangs. Now." "What are you going to do, throw your lunch at them?" He tried to blast through a narrow choke

He jammed the spike in. A low hiss filled the corridor, followed by a thick, white fog that rolled across the floor. Below, the rhythmic clicking of the drones turned into frantic, erratic searching. "Now!" Leo shouted from the rafters.