Chapter 6

"Violence, is something we need to work on, as a society, as a community, and as a race. We need to unite and build a strong alliance. I know there are many of you out there who are still uncertain about what profession you want to take, but we offer pilots more than just fighting. These days pilots are used to maneuver things through space that could not normally be done, unless done manually. I'm sure many of you out there are interested in piloting, but don't want to start with anything too dangerous, if so, our program is just right for you!" the brown haired lady stepped back from the microphone. She was thin, and quite tall. She wore a secretarial-like white outfit, and strangely curved glasses, that seemed to suit her character. She clutched a white purse which matched her dress, and her glasses were gold, which matched her jewelry. She worked for the company I.P.M. which was short for Institute of Physics and Mechanics. They went into space and tested things in space, like drilling open asteroids, or seeing how much force on average it takes to stop a meteor by putting a space-robot in it's path. Mitsuhiro used to joke around with the other guys in his grade, and they called it the Institute of the Psychopathic and Mentally-Distable. It was originally a monopoly, which was very greedy, and wanted to take over all large companies, to make heaps upon heaps of money. Unfortunately they displayed that they would do anything for this, and the people were disgusted. Many people stopped buying from them, but one man was very interested. He realized that the way that they had set everything up was all wrong. They had to sell a good and wholesome image off to the people. They had to act sweet in front of the people, and then work behind their backs. To pretend to make peace, but that wasn't their ultimate motive. They were truly pure evil. Now that outer-space knowledge was more expanded people thought of outer-space as even more dangerous than before.

Many companies had growing demands for pilots, and there weren't enough pilots around to fill those gaps and spaces. Many pilots quit school when they were sixteen or seventeen without graduating their institute, and went straight into business. Of course there were never any pilots nearly as good as the "devastating duo" as they were often called as a joke. Kaleb Brentwood and Mitsuhiro Sugimori. All the girls in the area had heard of the two by the time they were sixteen or seventeen. It seemed that the shy American even had some sort of a fan club. Mitsuhiro loved being a star, he often went outside, signing autographs for locals, or went parading around the streets with trails of girls following behind. Pilots were very valuable to the citizens, and very few ever got as high marks as these two amazing roommates. Once when the two were on the same team during a simulation they defeated the enemies in record time. It was down to the two of them to defeat four enemies. Each managed to take out one, the other two flew after them, they both looped around each other, and narrowly missed colliding, unfortunately the pilots behind them weren't so lucky, the other two's robots blocked their paths of sight, until the last minute, and by then it was far too late. They both exploded. It was a record time, and amazing since nobody had ever defeated four enemies in such quick time.

"Thank-you, Miss Strudd. I would now like to introduce to you Mr. Tombwald, or as you may know him the General of I.P.M." there was much clapping and applause as the Head Instructor sat back down. The General got up, and talked about how long he hoped that they could achieve piece with the citizens, and now that dream was a reality, and on it went. Mitsuhiro sat through the thing making funny faces, and opening and closing his hand in an immature fashion, imitating the General's mouth. It would soon be graduation for their year. Kaleb knew immediately after seeing the General's presentation that he was a fake. He was sure that he didn't want to join such a horrible company. The talk finally finished, a very long hour later. They returned to their rooms, to find two small square invitations under the door. It was a letter from the Head Instructor, inviting both of them to his office. It said neither the motives nor whether the intentions were bad or good. Kaleb gave a shocked whimpering sound.

"You've really done it this time Mitsuhiro! You've gotten me into trouble with the Head Instructor along with yourself! I'll bet that he found out that it was you who set off that home-made bomb in the cafeteria last week! Or even worse, that you're the one who drained the entire building's power last month so that you could wire it up to the auditorium in the middle of the night so that you could watch those disgusting horror films that you rented! I can still remember that headless woman!" Kaleb was really angry now, he never talked that much, unless he was really frustrated.

"Hnnh, it's nothing to worry about. I've been to the Head Instructor's office about thirty times this year alone. I never got kicked out." muttered Mitsuhiro, waving a hand of boredom, and began to twirl some of his hair around one of his fingers.
"That's because you have the second highest grade in the entire school in piloting! They can't afford to loose you, and you've been milking that for everything that it's worth!" replied an exasperated Kaleb in reply. There was a sharp tapping against a window-pane outside. It was raining! Who on earth would travel all the way out to some campus in the middle of nowhere, and knock on their window? Kaleb concluded that it had to be one of Mitsuhiro's crazy friends. Mitsuhiro threw the window open, and girls began climbing in. They cheered and danced outside, and looked like they were going to tear the place apart! This did not look good!
"Hey, ladies, ladies, take it easy! We should be paying you to enter our room! Hey! Don't take those pants!" he began to push them back out the window, and then slammed it shut. He turned to Kaleb and shrugged, then as a second thought he turned back to the window, and clicked the lock closed. Kaleb just gave a sigh.